The air minions returned finally and Dar could set his eyes towards his destination or almost, they gave him map positions all tough they weren`t the most accurate. One had succeeded in following the deathbringers or at least to some degree, it didn`t seem like the deathbringers would be hiding in some mountain. Or was the creature right or just stupid? Whatever the case it was Dar`s best call, he prepared a new spell and sent the elementals away to their own plane.

He knew a place someway from the place the elemental had described and he opened a teleport there, he appeared on a slightly rocky terrain and began looking for signs of his location. After having supposedly realised where he was he began his journey, this time he cast an illusion spell upon himself making him look like an elf the deathbringer clothing. Actually it was an image of one from the ship.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Dauryl landed in a clearing, and Tyhon climbed off his back. "Farewell for now," he said quietly, walking away. He knew what Dauryl would do - he would fly back to his lair, wherever that was, and sleep until he heard Tyhon call him. He would hear the whistle through their telepathic connection, and would come to where he could sense Tyhon's presence, wherever that might be at the time.
Walking out of the edge of the forest, Tyhon waved a hand in greeting to the archers above the gate. Maybe his old friend Eran would be able to answer a few questions he had.

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Is it fine with you, Caunion, if Eran and Tyhon are 'old friends?'

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Asha wandered through the city. The fighting seemed to be over and there were only a few left to take care of the burning buildings. The ships were seemingly abandoned. Asha's teleportation had caused her a severe headache and she knew she had to train again before she could use her magic for larger distances again.

((Bit of an useless post.. I hope there could be some interaction with other charries ))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(Sure)
Eran watched from a balcony that overlook a snow plain inside the citadel as the two new recruits began their training. It was hard. Before sunup, they had to run about three miles. Then they were given breakfast. After that, they were trained in archery, swordsmanship, agility, endurance, mental defense, literary skills, stealth, among many. Just then another raven flew up to him, carrying a message. Though they could have as easily established telepathic links among each other, that made them vulnerable to outside mental attacks. Eran opened the letter and examined it. It was from the many small Death Bringer outposts among the mountain range, saying that there was someone who looked like a Death Bringer. Eran's immediate thought was an impostor. He strolled towards the guards on the walls and had them challenge everyone who entered and alert him to their presence. As all Death Bringer could read, the guards were given a list of active Death Bringers, a sketch of their appearance, and the secret word that they chose to identify themselves. On that list, five names were crossed out: the five names of those who had killed themselves on that ship.

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I was cured all right.

Dar approached the gates with slight caution as he was always prepared for the worst, he had been able to pick up the name of the man on the ship and hoped it would work. It was a bold plan and if it would not work, well there was the good old fashion way, blast your way trough with your spells! He greeted the guards calmly and stated his name to them, wanting to enter saying that he had survived the battle merely.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"Your name," said the guard while four others trained their bows at him. He had already contacted Eran, telepathically. When he heard the name, he checked the list and found the name but he was said he was killed in action. "He's an impostor," the guard said to the archers. "Kill him."

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I was cured all right.

Dar kept examining his surroundings at all time and noted the archers as they tried quietly to shoot him without care of being detected. Dar cursed and charged forth out of the line of the archers, he stabbed the closest guard with his dagger, but not to kill. He pushed the elf away and cast away his illusion, revealing his true form. He squirled at the guards before he cast a spell that would block physical objects from harming him. He spoke in the minds of the elves his speech in the midst of battle would have been quite unclear.

Fight me and die or lower your weapons and we might sort this out by talking, do not be troubled by my way of communication for you will know, if I will start goig trough your minds

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

After landing in the lowered longboat, Saphire looked up to see that no ones seemed to be coming after her. She tried levitating herself, but was too weak, so she eased herself into the cold salt water and swam ashore. She was suprised to find that she could swim.

When she got to shore she ran through the streets, not exactly sure what she was looking for, but the streets seemed deserted. Then she spotted a girl, maybe twenty(Will), and walked up to her. Sapire was breathing hard, her hair was knotted, dirty and stained with blood, she was dripping wet, and filthy all over.
"Excuse me," she said to the woman,"do you know were everyone is?"

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Asha looked carefully at the girl and said on her guard: "Most of the soldiers have returned to their posts by now, the civilians are taking care of the wounded and the last burning buildings and the rest of the city will try to catch their last sleeping hours." Her brown eyes scanned the sky and she commentated: "It's almost dawn.."
Her plan was to find a horse and ride out.. though she didn't know exactly where to go.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Tyhon started running towards the gates, an arrow knocked on his string already. As the stranger stabbed the guard, he seemed to ripple almost, and an Illusion fell away. "Ithillid," Tyhon muttered to himself, loosing the arrow. It made a streak of gold towards the creature, and then vanished just short of it. Undaunted, Tyhon drew another. Spells like that could last only so long as the spellcaster's strength kept up, and in his dragonhide armor, Tyhon was impervious to controlling and mind-reading spells, the same way a person could not talk telepathically to Dragons unless the Dragons let them - otherwise, their thoughts were blocked out, as the Ithildin's would be, if it tried anything. As the Deathbringers stopped attacking it, though, and backed away, he too stopped firing, waiting to see what was happening, though kept his bow drawn just in case.

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All that about the dragonhide armor is supposed to be a hint, Curunir - I'm not all that interested in your character casting spells on my character or sifting through his mind or whatnot.

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(No problem, but actually not even dragons( or at least one great example is in FR books where a drow high priestress cant resist the Ithillid talking in her head ) can resist the talk of the ithillids as it is their only way of communication, but it`s another thing to go trough the mind than to speak to it)

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(Curu, these guys are on walls)
Eran walked to the now opened gate, accompanied by ten Death Bringers. He nodded towards two archers who lit an arrow on fire and shot them three feet away from the stranger. It was a special arrow; when burned, it diminished the powers of magic spells. "Who are you and how made you think you could here like this?" Eran demanded. "You have caused the suicides of five Death Bringers, an offense punishable by death."

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I was cured all right.

Ithilid are from The Forgotten Realms? I didn't know that...though I've only read five of those books...

I'm kind of making everything here up - this isn't in a Forgotten Realm's kingdom, after all.

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(well that is one case actually, but I mostly take my race examles from FR or D&D, the basic thingies)

Dar examined this elf before him quietly, he seemed reasonable enough and would certainly agree after he would hear the terms of Dar. Dar was no fool and he had somewhat figured out whatever the deathbringers wanted, they wanted to kill as many Gorges as they could. Or well that was the mere surface behind was obviously a greater reason guiding all of these elves to become fanatics in the arts of war.

I know that I have brought death upon your.... organization, but for your arrival was never in my plans and nor had I greater intentions of hurting thee. But they attacked me first and I defended myself, they... killed themselves after I reached into their minds just showing how dedicated you are to your cause.

I am a trader, a trader of information and I gain from this war by selling information about moving armies. Think of it as the fastest scout or spy receives the price shall I say.... but to the point my lord. I am here to aid you, you obviously have no love for the Gorges whom I had just betrayed as I had killed their ship captain before your men conforted me. I do not love this war and I was hunted by the Gorges at first until I was hardly able to reason with them that I can prove of some use. I want peace not massacre and you don`t like the Gorges thus let me provide you with information.

We can turn this war upside down, if you let me help you and so I can live in peace myself once again unlike this job I have been driving to out of need really

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Eran replied as the stranger did, "Whatever you think we are, we are not. I have no love for Gorges or the other side. Only balance and justice. You have came to the wrong person to give information. You should have given it to Starsgiaes and her leader."

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I was cured all right.

Balance and justice? I do not know of justice, I know balance for it is needed and why do you think I came to you? You are devoted elf and that is what these lands need, do not turn me away for because of what I am. Let me help you and I can slip every little piece of information that you want the warring sides to know.

You provide me with rescources and you can truly take part in guiding the course of this war, what do you think you can achieve trough your small group as it goes to war? Please, don`t make me laugh. It is admirable, but futile

Dar spoke in the mind of Eran as the others needed not to hear this.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!