Wrath of the old Evils(Non-Wc3 RP)

This is a non-wc3 rp. You can actually create the lore on this rp

that's the idea. You can't make xtremely huge things tho. If you want

to then PM me. All I will give is some lore and a background story. Some lore will

come later too.

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Background Story Background Story: War! The kingdom is fighting the Dark Wanderers. All started because of the death of Manar Krim the elder sage of the Dark Wanderers, the rumours started that was the King Grennar who ordered the assassination, because the Dark Wanderers were always a problem to the king's power, they were rebels and never heard King's orders. When the rumours started the Dark Wanderers went directly to the palace... Now the Capital City Gunad lies in ruins under the control of the Dark Wanderers, which are planning an attack the citadel of Agrimnor, the actual capital. General Vladedk decided to gather all warriors he can to defend the citadel from the attacks of the Dark Wanderers, which are also searching warriors to help them to fight the "corruption" of the king. The hidden races started to appear to join this battle.

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Some lore info about Agrimnor Some lore info about Agrimnor: · The Dark Wanderers are a brotherhood of dark mages who have decided to live without following orders from the king which was supposedly corrupted · The Silver Dragons are fighters for justice which are on the king's side now. They use silver armors with dragon symbols and have fire magics · The Silkirar are the oldest order who watch over the world since the guardians went to the high kingdoms. Their weapon is a crystal sword, which uses the energy of the soul of the user. Some say that the Dark Wanderers are Silkirar that went mad · Agrimnor is defended by a holy guard settled by the Hawkeren who are in the High Kingdoms. That defensive barrier can resist much, but not all. · The actual base of the Dark Wanderers is near Agrimnor, they only need to find the way to break out the barrier to start the attack

Some lore about Untir Some lore about world itself: · The world (named Untir by the Humans) is divided into three sections: - The High Kingdoms, where all the all guardians that defended the light rest, still protecting the Middle Lands from evil. The main Guardians are the Akrinar, a group of elemental mages - The Middle World is habitated mostly by humans, most of the other races don't show their face except when really needed. They are doomed to die and then be judged by their actions. The main life beings got coinciences and minds, but some of their minds are corrupted. The Middle World is protected by the order of the Silkirar. - The Under Lands where dark but not evil beings live. They were chosen to live there and protect the whole world by defending the center of the world. The guardians are the Minarar, great warriors from the depths. There before it only existed the Middle World. But then, when the evil started to attack, in the last battle it managed to collide the world. The forces of light managed to rebuild it, but it was no longer one, instead, they were three different worlds. The middle world was the only affected by the Evil's touch, making beings there corrupted and evil, but the Under Lands and the High Kingdoms always protect the world and leave it as it must

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Races you can choose for your char(we will add some races sometimes):
· Humans (Can live 100 years the most)

· Elves (High Elves are only on teh High Kingdoms): These elves are way different, they got dark brown hair and mind magic. (Can live a 1000 of years the most)

· Dwarves: No much difference from the Wc ones (Can live 200 years the most)

· Orcs: They are dark creatures created by the hatred of Manrac the elemental. SOme of them go to good ways. They are quite nomad and most of times got no order in their acts. They use necromancery and dark spells, even when fighting for the good side (Almost none of orcs live more than 85 years, because they live of wars, and when they reach that age they can be killed easier)

· Minotaurs: Figure out taurens which are not only naturalists, some of them have arcane spells (can reach 200 years)

· Shadows: Weird, ain't it? Well the Shadows were once elementals that started forming a community. They are misterious and you never know on what side they are fighting. The stronger can take any form, but most of them are irregular. (They live until their all energy has gone, which depends on how strong the shadow is, Mindark, the greatest of Shadows is 2403 years old, he is one of the first shadows)

· Demons: OK if you want a good demon nobody will consider it that way :P. They are feared. Though, there were some demons that became good (I'm crazy xD). Those are called the Redeemed. The others are foul creature that live of power. (They live forever, xcept when killed by weapons, curses, magic and stuff)

· Green Elves: Figure out night elves with any color of hair and High Elf skin color. (To 1000 years, most of kinds of elfs do)

· Undead: They can be either good or evil, there is no supreme boss for the ones that stayed in this world after dying (As immortal as shadows)

· Elementalists: They are masters in elemental magic. They look like Voidwalkers of the element they control (As immortal as shadows)



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To create a race or order or group or cult or whatever you must PM me
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To see some info of main characters used by me you'll have to search in the Characters thread.

more story things will be posted little by little on the background story thread too.

Use the typical format for chars, but if you want to have a char as Silver Dragon, Dark Wanderer, Silkirar, or any group or order you need to put it on teh affiliation part.

First I'm gonna do is post the main chars at the Chars thread, also you will be able to join till april 5th then we'll start

Also remember you can have more than 1 char, you could even have 10, tho that would be extremely difficult to control xD


Characters getting involved
http://www.wc3campaigns.net/showpost...&postcount=260 Edel Martire controlled by Ignitedstar
http://www.wc3campaigns.net/showpost...&postcount=284 Juvun controlled by Ignited too
http://www.wc3campaigns.net/showpost...&postcount=267 Halel controlled by me
http://www.wc3campaigns.net/showpost...&postcount=268 General Rinsur Vladedk controlled also by me
http://www.wc3campaigns.net/showpost...&postcount=286 Mindark controlled by me
http://www.wc3campaigns.net/showpost...&postcount=274 Eltor Spiforë controlled by me
http://www.wc3campaigns.net/showpost...&postcount=272 Xenon Regulus controlled by Plasma Dragon
http://www.wc3campaigns.net/showpost...&postcount=275 Thoarn Beastcaller controlled by Taur
http://www.wc3campaigns.net/showpost...&postcount=300 Senk Ra'ka controlled by Undead_Lives
http://www.wc3campaigns.net/showpost...&postcount=314 Nythralad Nethek controlled by DaFranker
http://www.wc3campaigns.net/showpost...6&postcount=24 Balthasar controlled by RDZ
http://www.wc3campaigns.net/showpost...&postcount=321 Hemral Skuker controlled by DaFranker



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ok to anybody who is willing to choose shadows you should imagine the stronger ones when human quite shaped like these:
male:
female:
The color is always near to black but anyways with a little of color of the old element they were

Remember that most of them are more irregular shaped, also those skulls formed in the strong ones represent power, like saying "Look I have killed this guy and I use his skull as head to show it", lesser ones are only like black liquid with shape.

I'm allowing you to choose quite strong ones, so if you want you can put skulls to them too. Also put in the age thingie a "Since he is a shadow" thing, most of elementals existed quite since the begining.

Story of the Shadows

A long ago the elementals were guardians, highly respected from all the old guardians. But since Mirenal, a fire elemental decided to become a rebel against the Elemnar (Lets call them the Greatest guardians). Even though some of the elementals weren't with him (Mindark as an example) all were punished to be "slaves" of wizards.

Not the first but one of the very first elementals that became into shadows. The elementals were the "slaves" of the Elementalists and of some wizards, but then an elemental called Har Min, which was a lightning elemental decided to fight against them for freedom, with the idea that they weren't even helping Mirenal in the old rebelion so they shouldn't have been punished. When that happened Har Min, Mindark and other two elementals decided to absorb the darkness in the world, becoming the Shadows.

After it has been decided that some of the elementals will become free of the punishment with the condition of becoming Shadows, the shadows started living as any other race.

Any suggestions for shadows?

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The elementalist are way simpler than the shadows, they are old souls of any race that became guardians (Why, just because destiny wanted it, it can be either for not concluding a quest in the life, as a punishment, or even as a gift):
http://www.sonsofthestorm.com/starcr...c.html#gallery This could be the elementalist of Red Lightning, or maybe of fire, there can be a lot of elementalists of the same element.

Also remember each elementalist energy looks different depending the element they control.

Most of them can summon elementals.They don't follow leaders, just destiny.

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The Dark Wanderers are some sort of old cultists, the energy they worship is the darkness. They mean there is nothing without a dark thing or part, all light got darkness. Also, they would prefer to be the few necessary and immortal than so much and mortal. They use their name because they "Walk in the darkness", it can refer like saying they go through bad ways, or also to an ability many dark wanderers got, when they are near darkness they can become one with it to technically teleport

Even though some people fear them, there were some Dark Wanderers that made important things in the story. With the time though, the Dark Wanderers started to leave their old honor. Why do they think the king is corrupted? Well what they say is that he is using all the power to have good things for himself and not for the kingdom, they use an old battle as a help to say this. The battle started in the capitol, some bandits attacked the city itself. Well, nobody knows what exactly happened in that battle, but the dark wanderers say that the king escaped with all the money and strong symbols he could get, instead of saving the capitol. They got a part of truthness, the bandits almost took the city then, because the warriors of the king weren't doing much, but in fact, nobody knows what was happening in the palace while that was happening.

Now they took control of the capitol, and have the king Grennar trapped in their dungeons. Tehy say that they will save the kingdom from corruption

You can start within the following circumstances: With your character walking directly to destiny, (So he doesn't starts being part of any army) or you could be a warrior that was called by the Agrimnor Guard, or even a mercenary paid by general Vladedk or by Hanak Minhder the elder sage of the dark wanderers , and is quite like part of it, also like you ARE an Agrimnor Guardian. Also if you want you are near the temple of the Dark Wanderers, and you decide to fight helping them. Or simply you ARE a dark wanderer.

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(Starting to the Agrimnor Guardians, mercenaries and warriors called by the Agrimnor Guard)

"Warriors! You all are here for a simple reason, defending the Kingdom from being totally controlled by the Dark Wanderers! On us have fallen the destiny of all the Kingdom! Maybe the capitol have fallen, but we will not! For Agrimnor! For the Kingdom! For Freedom!"

With these words general Rinsur Vladedk starting preparing all of his warriors for battle. "You all should go to the barracks now"

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As he walked on, Nythralad noticed something strange going on. The town guards were tense, much more so than usual. He had not seen one like this for months, and that was when a half-ogre threatened to kill him...

The half-ogre had been wandering around for a while, and he did not seem hostile, he was just a wanderer trying to make a living by collecting and scavenging whatever he could find. One of the passing visitors, obviously not aware of the fact that the ogre was about five foot taller than him, insulted him by saying he was just a big rotten green potato, full of himself and trying to stalk people down dark corners just for a good bash. The half-ogre did not welcome the "compliment". The man actually had his life barely saved by a mage who happened to walk by at just the right time, and who felt generous enough to save the human by propulsing him far away from the ogre. Two guards then arrived and tried to apprehend the half-ogre. They didn't have any luck; the tall "beast" was not really in the mood for a little chit-chat with city officials, and instead decided to simply throw away one of the guards. The other one, more obstinate, tried to hang on to the half-ogre, who immediately decided to take him in both his arms and hold him horizontal, as if to crack the human open. It took about half an hour and a tense negotiation with all the diplomats and officials the city could scavenge to persuade the half-ogre to release the guard and come with them to discuss calmly...

Coming back to focus, Nythralad noticed the guard he was watching had turned and was now looking at him, and was beginning to wonder why someone was so fond of staring at the city guards for absolutely no reason. Nyth looked away slowly, faking he was simply very tired. The trick worked, the guard looked away almost immediately, no longer concerned by the tired man just day-dreaming in the middle of the street.

Moving on, Nythralad saw a few more guards; these were walking in a group of four, armed as usual. But there was still something weird. Their armor was not arranged with style and dignity, as usual. It was prepared for combat. That he could tell, for one of them had explained it to him once when he had been hired for a night guard shift, to replace a sick man.

"Hey, you. You look like you could give me a hand!"

Surprised, Nyth looked around. There was a man looking at him, holding a broken wheel in one hand and waving him to come that way with the other. Further analysis showed that a small two-wheel cart was behind him, showing a few wares of one kind Nyth really liked: books. That persuaded him.

Nyth moved towards the man, saying:

"Of course I'll help you. What happened to your cart?"

"Well, I'm a trader just passing through town, and I stumbled on one of those rocks in the street. My wheel was old and it just didn't hold the impact. By the way, my name's Jorell."

Curious, Nyth looked around. No rocks. Not even a few pebbles. He noted the fact, but didn't question about it -- after all, why would anyone want to break cartwheels? -- and instead begun helping Jorell fix his cart. First, they took one of the patch-kits he happened to be so luckily carrying in his cart, and they patched the wheel. That done, they put the wheel back in place, Nyth holding the cart up and Jorell placing the wheel. Once everything was over, Jorell thanked him and handed him one of the story books he was carrying.

"Take this as a token of my gratitude. There aren't many more people these days willing to help a merchant stuck in the street."

Then the merchant left, and Nythralad realized he had lost track of the four guards he had been watching. Oh well, it couldn't be anything that concerned him. Anyways, he needed a job right now, so he decided to head for the public office. That was a place he knew well; the city guard and the military used it to recruit new members or hire mercenaries -- basically, anyone who would want to fight for pay --, and they knew lots of these types often were hanging around. With the taverns and weaponsmith right next to the office, that was also to be expected.

At the office, there was an oddly high amount of people and activity. No, not oddly: there was definitely something going on, something big, that visibly involved a lot more people than Nyth had thought. Even a few peasants were there. He looked at those more carefully. They all carried a scroll, each one with the distinctive blue tissue band of the City Guard. Drafting. That meant that either the city was expecting trouble, or there was something or someone important coming to town soon, or there was already trouble. One of those possibilities was war. Nyth then recalled he had heard about some tiny skirmishes of the Dark Wanderers, but none of it could warrant the sudden drafting of simple citizen. Maybe they were planning to mount a decisive strike against them? Nyth took a good look at the recruiters and officers. They didn't look decisive in the least. They looked worried. Maybe they were expecting trouble after all.

Making up his mind, Nyth walked up to one of the recruiters and waited for a little while for the line to get smaller. When the recruiter saw him, he asked him to come forward, forgetting about the others in front of him; Nyth really looked like he knew what he was doing, while most others were either stressed or worried too. At least this recruiter knew how to distinguish people who were confident from others. Nyth then though maybe there was still some hope for them military men.

"What's the big call?" Nyth asked. A call was basically a job that required more than a dozen people. And this one was big: there were over thirty people right now in only this part of the recruitment office.

"Most of it is confidential information, you know I can't tell more. We just need a lot of people for a war." The recruiter said those two last words enigmatically, as if to put more weight in them. But he really insisted on them to show that he couldn't say anymore, and that he was already saying alot.

"Alright, as long as it pays and that I have a chance to survive."

"Of course. Standard wager, plus a bonus if you pass the aptitude tests without our training session. Which shouldn't be one of your major concerns, by the looks of you."

"Well then, you've just hired one more potent man." Replied Nyth simply.
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OOC: Sorry if I get the settings or circumstances wrong Mc ! you can correct me if need be

A slow knock came at Eltor Spiforë's large door's. "Enter!" He yelled out so that they would hear him at the other side. In entered an elf and spoke out

"My lord, Master Regulus is here to speak with you." The elf calmly stated.

"Excellent, bring him in." Eltor returned awaiting his pupil-like friend to enter.

"Yes, m'lord" the elf gave a quick bow and dissappeared behind the door as it closed. Then, the door opened again and a man slowly stepped in and entered the clearing, revealing himself into the light. There stood a long time loyal master and guard of the Silkirar with a smirk on his face.

"Well...I haven't been here in a long while, I love what you've done with the place. The colors of the rooms match my lord's robes." Xenon spoke with a smirk, always the kidder.

"Put away your formalities, friend. I'm sure you did not leave your post to compliment my dwelling." Eltor replied with a clad smile to see his friend again. "So...Why have you come?"

"Well, Lord Spiforë, my apologies to be the bearer of bad news," Xenon's smirk grew serious now, "But the Capital City, Gunad, has fallen to the Dark Wanderers and they are now targeting Agrimnor. The balence has become upset and war has broken out."

Eltor gave a heavy sigh and nodded "I am aware of this, yes." Xenon could tell that his master had grown upset about this, and why not? Balence was esscence and without balence, destuction was inevitable.

"Lord Spiforë, chaos is abounding. I've come to ask your wisdom on this. Is it time to unleash our influence or should we stand by and observe longer?" A bold question not easily answered, but, they needed to know soon. The balence must retain itself to stability less the whole world become oblivion.

OOC: Worry not Plasma

BTW here is a map of the continent we are now, Min'hedral, the place this is happening is the bottom of the map




The Dark Wanderers live in the Dark Woods and in the temple too, but some just wander in the world.
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"I was thinking about it, the dark wanderers were always a problem. Who knows what are their true plans, or who is really behind this "war". Xenon, I need some silkirar masters and guardians to hide with the people of Agrimnor, to help them in dangerous situations. But also some should hide within the army, without saying they are silkirar. But Xenon, I need you to come with me I need to talk with an old silkirar who no longer lives here, he might be helpful, so could you come with me?" Eltör said

Hanak Minhder rose unsteadily from the small modest chair from which he rules, it was time.

For weeks they had sent messengers to every corner of the kingdom, scouting every crevice possible, to spread the word. That just and truthful men were needed to defend all that was good. Thier call had been answered as beings regardless of race gathered under the protection of shadow, mercenaries, mages, hunters, all united against the King. Now was the time, for them to grasp sure victory.

"Sir, do you need some he-" one of the acolytes asked timidly nearby
"Of course not." he hissed interrupting him, and while he was not all so sure that he was okay, he had no intentions of showing it.

He rose to the high balcony -if you could call it that- overlooking the rest of the temple below him, where hundreds if not thousands stood waiting for his word. In recent months the population had expanded greatly, and now many of the surrounding trees were home to huts housing the followers of the Dark Wanderers, now heads could be seen poking out of the leaves of nearly every tree. How good it felt to be part of this, to be in charge of this. To be in charge of bringing forth the fury of the dragon on those who dared to disturb the balance.

"Today we shall go forth and destory those who corrupted fiends who disrupt the very sancturary of the balance and threaten to instill chaos on all who live. Strike! Strike to cleanse the world. The meek shall fall, and the mighty will rise, so rise and strike my brethren, my friends." Hanka could simply not continue, no one would hear him above the huge roar from the crowds.

He waited patiently, egging on the crowd and claiming victory before the battle, but soon the generals began to organise the troops for war and Hanak withdrew into his chamber.

The darkwanderers believe in the balance. Darkness, light and chaos co-exist together peacefully when in the right balance, but if there is but the slightest disturbance in the balance, the entire world will be upset and war will follow. If the balance is disturbed for too long without being righted, the earth will itself roll off the back of the mighty dragon Dran'vassar and all shall suffer in the eternal burning hells.

Dran'vassar was as close to a god as the Dark wanderers had, the dragon safeguarded the Earth against harm, but to do that he also needed helpers inside to preach his message and keep the balance. The dark wanderers were just that.

For years, Hanak had kept the balance as did his fathers before him, until corruption seeped into the royal house. Despite his best attempts to stop it, the king himself grew lazy and greedy, but Hanak also suspected a more sinister force at work, one that threatened the very balance itself. That was the reason of the war, to protect the balance.

"Great speech lad, too bad I fell asleep two seconds into it." said a cynical voice from the dark corners of the room

Hanak rolled his eyes

"Thoarn please show yourself, conversing to wall is not much fun, and learn to keep that beast's tongue under control, or else I shall have to unanimate it."

The giant minotaur emerged from the shadows, holding an oddly shaped skull, with noticeable fangs protruding from the bottom of his jaw. A jaw which never seemed to close for more than 2 seconds it seemed to Hanak.

"Who you calling a beast? At least we don't go around killing each other for the sport of it. Though I can't do much of the moving around any more either can I? You'd think you'd get some rest after you die, but nooooooooooooo...."
the skull muttered, rolling it's non-existent eyes.

Hanak raised his hand and spoke a word of power, the skull's jaw shut close. Perhaps it was best that his companion was a bit talkative, because Thoarn himself spoke only in grunts, though the skull seemed too understand the beast perfectly.

Nonetheless since acquiring Thoarn's services in battle, he and the silent giant had become fast friends, and Hanak always found it easy to confide in one, who could not talk.

"I send our troops forth to correct the balance..." Hanak muttered, knowing Thoarn was listening attentively "but I fear that I will myself upset the very balance I seek to right."

A fear that had been in his mind constantly, war only led to chaos, and chaos led to imbalance. Yet here he was commending thousands of beings to thier deaths, in what maybe too little too late.

"May the dragon watch over us." Hanak muttered, saying the phrase which gave comfort to all that believed in the balance and rose to prepare for battle, no one was excempt from combat and certainly he would not stay miles behind the line guarding vast supplies of food as did the king. He would fight...

"Get ready Thoarn, war comes to us, and we must greet it prepared."

OOC: yes I copied Diablo a bit :P if anything's confusing plz say

OOC: Heh, by the way, should we let everyone do their turn before playing again, or can we play whenever we want as long as we're not playing alone?

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Lingering over a drink, watching the other people gossiping around him, Hemral told himself this was a boring day. A very boring day, indeed. This was the third day in a row he didn't have anything do to, not even a simple guard duty offer from one of those city officials. Maybe his fame as a first-class artefact hunter was dying down?

Or maybe not. Here came three men, all dressed in city-official outfit, carrying a bunch of scrolls with that little blue band Hemral was so fond of. At last, some work!

As expected, one of them came right for him, and handed one of the scrolls.

"This is an offer from the Colonel, you will have a position as batch instructor in our new forces, until hostilities begin or training is complete." The recruiter said.

"That's it? You're throwing the offer at me like that, without negotiation, haggling, or anything, without even telling me what hostilities you're talking about? Think about some weak recruitment, you guys really must be desperate for some quick help." Hemral replied, almost really surprised.

"I'm sorry, sir, we simply do not have time to explain at the moment. I can always go for someone else; lots would love be have this job."

"You're bluffing." said Hemral. Who the hell in his sane mind would like to be a batch trainer, other than someone like me?

"I am not. Hey, you over there, you want a job?" The official started shouting to another man in a corner of the tavern.

"Hey, Hey, hold it there, who ever said I did not want the job?" said Hemral frantically.

"That's what I thought. Everything you need to know is written here. Be present at the recruiter's office in three hours."

As he was being handed his own scroll, Hemral noticed a few others already had theirs, and the officials were still talking to more people. Strange, not usual for them to go around recruiting this many mercenaries.

Damn, the guy was right, there are a lot of people who'd like to take my job. I guess I'm lucky, or something. Looks like my fame didn't drop as much as I thought, though.

Hemral got back to his room and packed his stuff -- taking care to make sure his precious sword was there, of course -- and paid for his stay. Then, he left for the recruiter's office, ready to yell on a few trainees.

This wasn't the first time Hemral was hired to lead a group or train rookies. But it was the first time he was actually hired by the military, to train recruits for a war. It couldn't be anything else than a war, what other kind of hostilities would they be expecting anyways if they were recruiting this many people?

Oh, a familiar face... where did I see him before?

Before him, in the crowd inside the recruiting office, stood a man a bit over his twenties, his equipment ready, talking to one of the recruiters. His face looked familiar -- even though Hemral was seeing him by profile --, and there was something about it that brought up memories in Hemral, of the time he was still only an artefact-hunter, finding lost heirlooms or precious magical...

That was it! That little boy, who had many years ago messed up on a job and brought down the city guard on him, that assistant he had hired. What was his name again?

Whoa, I never thought I'd see this guy again. Certainly not in a recruitment office. Maybe they really are desperate now. I must've been drinking for too long or something.

Ah, he was just finishing. Good. Hemral headed towards the young man, but suddenly another recruiter seemed to appear in front of him.

"Sir, this way please, you have to get ready, the recruits will arrive soon for their first test, and we need you to supervise and give them some tips." As the recruiter talked, Hemral got annoyed. Looks like my curiosity will have to wait. Hey, did he just talk about the recruits? Wait-- don't tell me they want me to start NOW?!

"What? You mean you've given me three hours and I already have to baby-sit those wimps?! That's it?" Shocked, Hemral couldn't help but become even more annoyed at the military. What next? Were they going to pit him up against a dragon or something, if there really existed any?

"Um yes sir. As you no doubt have noticed, we are in a hurry to get as many troops as possible." The recruiter kept on talking as they headed through the corridors towards the backyard, then through to the camp. This camp was actually a jewel of human construction: built in the air, above the streets and buildings underneath, and made invisible from beneath by a powerful magical spell known only of few, the camp's real position was vitually impossible to know unless you were a mage or one of the higher officials. Or were in the sky flying on a dragon's back, but that was a most unlikely event. Hemral wasn't sure, but maybe it'd do not difference, since there was probably also an invisibility field that hid the camp from above. That Hemral wasn't sure about, though, and there's no way he would ever know unless someone felt generous enough to share the knowledge.

"As you know, the Dark Wanderers have been causing the king some trouble for quite some time now. Well, we've learned that Gunad, the capital city, was taken under assault and is now under the control of the Dark Wanderers. This means war, and we're getting up an army as fast as we can, while trying to avoid alerting the whole population."

"A foolish endeavour, if you ask me. You should simply make a general call out there, and inform everyone about the capture of Gunad. You'll get more people that way." replied Hemral. "And be lucky I'm not charging you for that tip." he said again after a snort.

"I'll keep it in mind and tell your opinion to the higher ops. Now this is it, this is your place, this is your training field, here is all your equipment. This little house should be quite sufficient for you." And on these words the recruiter left.

Looking at the small house, if you could call it that, Hemral almost let his skepticism show. How could something as big as a tent -- and probably just as comfortable -- be "sufficient for you"?

Hmph, scratch the part about the artefact-hunter fame.

His training field wasn't much more than a simple square of earth with a few wooden planks all around to signal the end of the terrain. No training dummies, no obstacle course. How the hell did they expect to put up a real test with something like this?

As for his equipment... well, that, that was a little better. A little. A full-plate armor, well articulated and maintained, along with a nice scary helmet -- This will fit perfectly with my war cry. Hemral thought, grinning -- and a few random things such as flint and steel, rations -- Yeah, that junk again. -- as well as a bow, a huge load of low-quality arrows, and a few different shields and weapons. Not much, but some of it could still be useful.

As he got ready to welcome the recruits, Hemral thought back about his day. It started off calmly -- too calmly -- in a little tavern, drinking a little bit. And then suddenly, he was practically bluff-drafted into becoming a batch-trainer, and then assigned to his post and expected to get ready to train recruits, all in less than three hours. What a day.
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Xenon looked curiously at his lord. The first part Eltor said was Xenon's forte as a spy and truth shifter. It would be no problem, but the last part his lord said made him wonder. An old Silkirar? He could do nothing but guess what would happen. Giving a respectful bow to Lord Spiforë, he then gave his answer. "Of course, my lord, if it shall help our cause, I'll do anything." Raising from his bow, he then looked back to his lord and asked another question. "Should we depart now?"

OOC: Here goes, if I screw up really bad, let me know, k?

Balthasar wandered into the city along with streams of other soldiers. News travels fast when there's a lot of out-of-work fighters and somebody's gathering an army.

Balthasar wasn't an elf to care who he was fighting for anymore. A long life on the road had left him weary of the details. All he wanted right now was to survive, to put bread on the table; to live. Because like all the best warriors, he doesn't want to die. He's not particularly scared of death, he just doesn't want to meet it any time soon.

So, Agrimnor. Seems like a reasonable place. Plenty of hustle and bustle, although that's probably just the floods of punters looking for some cash and a quick way to the big guy in the sky.

Recruitment office. Somewhere. Forgot. Bollocks.

Due to his lack of knowledge about where to actually sign up, Balthasar decided to go for a quick drink. Loosening a barman's tongue by buying something alcoholic is bound to turn up where to go. "Not like it'll matter," he said aloud, "the army can wait another few hours for my services."

A man stopped beside him. "Going to join the army, eh mate?"

"Yes," Balthasar replied. "Couldn't point me to the recruitment office, could you? I'm not from here."

"Aye, it's just down the road there, turn left, then it's on yer right."

"Thank you." Balthasar strode off. No drinks today, then.

"Yes, we should get to him before the battle starts" Eltor said.

So on, they went out of the temple heading to the forests. After some time it looked like they were walking in circles. While that, Eltor started to tell Xenon who was the person they were searching: "There was once a silkirar, he was a master, really good at fighting. But one day all went down. The temple was attacked, many died. But he didn't. But even that way, the attacker destroyed him in a worse way than death. Since then he travelled, alone in the darkness the attacker created in him. Soon he was no longer a man, but just a shadow of the past of the Silkirar, when we were defeated. This man became a lonely soul. But, he could at last be saved, I'm sure of that, his soul will rest if we allow him to help us this time, in his form, alone. It is too dangerous though... I don't know if he is still the man I knew, or if he was totally destroyed..."

Walking with his lord, Xenon listened to Eltor's story of this man. Questions arose in his mind. Some he could not work out. So he had to ask Eltor. "So, if he searches for a way to redeem himself, this could be it. But if you say he may have changed, one would wonder how much and how deep. I surely would doubt one who was a member of our noble faction would fall into insanity. Surely he still grips on some thread of control. But it is a good idea to find out, if he is as you say. I hope he will join us then, we can use all the help we can get, especially an old ally's." With that said, they continued to walk into the depths of the forest.

At last they seemed to get to some sort of house inside a huge tree which used its own wood to make a comfortable place to live, it was really strange. "There it is" Eltor said.

Soon they heard a sound coming from the tree. "Master Spiföre? A long time I don't talk with you, what's happening now, I feel some sort of great darkness coming" The voice said.

"Good that you were in the Tree today, if not it would've been way more difficult to find you as always Halel" Eltor said. "I need your help"

Then a shadow came from the tree, and little by little it started appearing. He got a black and white mask, and an old oxidated armor, plus a dark blue cape and his sword on his back. "You remember what happened last time, don't you? He asked.

"Yes, that's the reason this is a mission for yourself alone, nobody will go with you" Eltor said

"Hmmm... What's all of this about?" Halel, the masked dark man said.

"The dark wanderers, this time is not a little attack as before, this time is going to decide the destiny of the whole kingdom, of us, of the people."

"The Dark Wanderers weren't a problem since long ago, what makes this so troubling?"

"They might have been preparing for this, they managed to take the whole Capitol. And now they are heading Agrimnor"

"I understand, so what's the mission?"

Eltor was glad that Halel was going to help them.

"Well, it is a bit dangerous, but I'm sure you will be able to manage it. I want you to infiltrate the Dark Wanderers temple. I'm sure that Mindher or maybe some one more powerful than him is planning something else than taking the kingdom. you should be careful"

OOC: If Xenon thinks is a bad idea to do this then he should say it now

OOC: Finally, I start.

Senk had been wandering the lands for a very long time, searching, searching. What it was, he couldn't say. But he knew that it was something of importance, because he felt the ever steady hand of destiny driving him forward, to keep searching.

As if it were destined to happen, he came upon a warrior while walking. Senk hid behind a tree. He seemed strong. He would make Senk much more powerful. Perhaps he could get a decent skull from this warrior.

At the moment, Senk did not know what race this warrior was of. He only knew that this was a warrior because of the axe he carried, and he knew he was strong because...well it was a skill Senk had developed. How, when, he did not remember. But he could sense this now...well, most of the time.

He drew nearer. It was a dwarf, a male. This warrior could definitely give him a good skull. He decided to get closer, and then attack.

When he was just about in sight, Senk threw himself upon the dwarf. The dwarf was startled, but not so much that he let go of his instinctive reactions. The dwarf blocked Senk's attack with the hilt of his axe.

But Senk was only getting started. He summoned the energy that surged within him, and as fast as lightning (blue lightning to be exact) he gripped the dwarf's neck and started to squeeze. Senk did this because he did not want to damage his skull.

The dwarf thrashed at first, then threw his axe down and tried to force Senk's hand off of him with much fervor. Then, the dwarf was limp.

Senk then inspected the skull up close. Unfortunately, it wasn't very good looking. Senk noted that he did not like dwarf skulls.

As long as he was there however, he might as well search for some part. The dwarf's fore arms seemed to be very well built. Senk extracted them, and "molded" them into his body. It was more like combining, actually.

Well, if Senk wanted to find what he was searching for, he probably had to get more powerful. This required finding powerful warriors. Maybe he could join a war or battle, as a mercenary.

Then Senk decided. He was now Senk the Shadow, and the Mercenary.

OCC: If anyone wants to hire me, just contact me somehow

OOC: This sounds like a bold plan, one that I think should be carried out. You can do what you wish with your characters Mc ! But I can't help wonder if perhaps Xenon would be more fitted with his expertise in spying. Then again, perhaps they could both go? I'm hinted that Halel doesn't deal with company but I can't know what your intentions are. Whatever you decide is fine, Mc !

"Wait, my lord. I know it is not my place to question your wisdom but...would it not be better for me to go? I have, after all, much skill in the art of spying." Xenon looked from his Elder Master to the stranger. Halel looked at him with inquizitive eyes. "Oh. Excuse my rudeness," Xenon remembered, then added a bow to Halel. "I am Xenon Regulus, one of the Masters of the Silkirar forces. It is an honor to speak to one such as you who has served our cause for so long. I would not wish to dishonor you by questioning your will in this mission. If you plan to follow it out, I might be of survice to you.

OOC: Sorry Mc! if I over do it, but this is a neat way to introduce one of my characters. Better yet, why not both?

Oh yeah! Long post! Read read!

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Within the Great Library within the King's home, in the deepest part of the gigantic closet of books one of the soldiers in the library found an odd looking book. Not really odd, but mysterious. It was black and the cover design was very unique. "Now, what is such a book doing in this dusty place?" the person had said. He opened it. "That's strange. There's no author or a title," looking at front page. Turning the page, he findings were that almost every page within the book was filled with pictures of places with very little words. The pictures were very pretty and made well. Some of the pictures were of non-existant places, some of existing places, and most were of those places before they were remodeled into cities and such. Yet, every picture he could find was only in black and white. "This book can't be old. It has pictures of the present kingdom..."

Reading through endlessly, the person had come across a poem made by "the author". Short, but longer then the previous ones he had read. He read it to himself.

"Whether good or bad,
A divine being slept in the book,
A very black book,
All with pictures
Few words,
Silent worlds,
Sleeping away."

"Once read,
Nothing more be said,
the divine being will turn the pages
Reawaken,
And start anew."

"The worlds, disturbed,
Will paint the time,
Set the clock,
Wind the wind,
Torch the fire,
Place the earth,
Spring the water,
create life,
and bring death."

"At that time,
The divine being will come,
Bearing both sides of the worlds,
With its wings
Amending for its sins..."

In the person's hands, the book started to shake. He flinched and let go the book as it fell to the floor. It rapidly shook, soon becoming violent. The man was shocked. Did he unleash some curse?

It stopped. The book completely stopped. It turned pages to the first picture. A ghostly voice appeared.

"The worlds, disturned will paint the time," It said. The pages in the book were flipping themselves page by page quickly.

"Set the clock," The book started to show more text. Text of history.

"Wind the wind," The pictures in the book became to color themselves, but only a slight amount showed.

"Torch the fire," The pictures grew more colorful

"Place the earth," They grew more colorful

"Spring the water," The pictures were in full color.

"Create life," The pictures looked more realistic.

"And bring death," The every page had grown in maximum detail.

The book stopped at a page of a picture of a very, dark place, almost blank with slight detail. The man was stunned at what just happened. But, he was too afraid to grab the book. The blank book started to show ripples on the pages. Something was coming out of the picture. First black wings, then a head.

By this time, the man had fainted. With such an un-normal experience, who wouldn't? The "thing" was fully out of the book. It looked at the unconcious man. "Humans... I was one once." it seemed to have said sadly. "You may not be able to hear me, but I still remember my human name... Edel."

"I'm sorry," The little person had said. It had gone through the wall, leaving the poor man alone.

The poor man wouldn't move. Remembering what a sight it was...

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Meanwhile, outside...

A funny looking man was looking at the sky. A black figure was flying. "Oh... and what might this be?"

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