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((oh right very true, well i'm not sure how to do an OCC, what would i need to do? Or is it easier to wait till wolfoboy comes back? ))

(but what would it be for? do i have to put all the character stuff again?"

(ok OCC is up now, sorry about that)

Can I post here Archers Kiss?

(Sorry for lack of posting, I'm at a family reunion til monday and haven't gotten close to a computer til now.)

"I'll let you get away with it this time Alexis, but let the rest of us know before doing that again. That way we can be ready for it." Kethol was glad to get that door bolted shut and gave a sigh. "Alright Silo pick a...door?" Catching just the sight of Silo walking through the pitch black doorway had answered that question.

With Alexis grabbing his hand and dragging him to the door frame, he knew what is was. Magic. I'd rather take my chances with the guards then walk through something even HE didn't know where we would end up. When Alexis is mostly through the doorway, he slips his hand out of hers, coming to a dead stop right before the door. Though the door they had barred was now beginning to splinter from the guards trying to break it down. Kethol keeps glancing between the magic-ed door and the now-breaking door. "Choices, end up somewhere I don't want to be or fight some odd amount of guards...Ragzir, head on through." He didn't really pay attention to see if he had actually gone through.

With a final crash the door falls into the tavern, the guards seeing him and the magic door. "Nice day for a chase, isn't it?" Kethol smiled and gave a quick bow to the guards, grabbing the handle of the actual door and flinging himself through the blackness, shutting the door behind him. Blackness all around him, he began to think he made the wrong choice...til he found himself bodyslamming grass, with a good view of Tressa. "Well, that could have been much worse." He just lays there, trying to catch the breath that was knocked out of him.

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"Yes it could have been much worse Kethol. Last time I ended up on top of a mountain but that is for another time." Silo said as he was dusting his robe off. "Did either of you two see Ragzir go into the door? If he did not make it I am afraid that he is still in the Tavern.” Silo stopped and thought to himself for a moment.” Well sometimes it can take a minute for you to cross the plane from there to where it takes you. At any rate Odes can only do so much with distracting the guards without giving away his cover."

And with saying that Silo shut his mouth with a look on his face that he had said too much. 'You still do not know if you can trust these people or not.' He thought to himself. 'You are getting slow in your old age don’t go giving away what you are doing.' "Well what do we do now?" Looking at Kethol and Alexis trying to steer the conversation away from the slip up he had just made.

Above Tressa, the sun bleaches the clouds in a beautiful arrangement of orange and gold. On the horizon, a small airship can be seen making its way steadily toward the bustling merchant town. Upon the vessel, a lone figure dressed in an assortment of gray and black stands at the bow, dwelling on the events that brought him to this place. Alderon's father had been a giant among warriors, traveling many places and acquiring many worldly artifacts. Settling down in his brother Galen's farming village, soon sired a son and daughter. After nine years, he was drawn to the war and died in the arms of his brother. Galen returned to his village and presented Alderon with his father's broken sword. Being a wealthy man, Galen took Alderon's family under his wing and trained Alderon in the ways of the sword.

Leaving the captain's quarters, Galen steps on deck. Shouting orders to the crew, he draws up to Alderon and says, “We're nearing Tressa and I want to go over things. The crew already has my orders to sell our goods so once we dock, you will follow me to the smith. We keep a low profile until the job is done then I am heading back to The Madison. I know you're dying to follow in your father's footsteps so from there smith, you can follow your wanderlust guide you. Your father would be proud.” Alderon nods and they stand in silence for the remainder of the journey.

The boat lands smoothly in the ocean the crew steer safely to the dock. As soon as the ship is tethered, Alderon and Galen disappear into the crowd in search of their smith. As they walk, they witness a small confrontation involving an elf, wolf-man, and two 'normal' humans. Losing himself in thought, Alderon identifies this as just the type of group his father would travel with. Noting that Alderon has stopped, Galen pulls him along and they make their way to the proper place. It turns out to be a rundown building on the ugly side of town. Across the way stands a tavern in similar condition with a rugged sign naming it Good Fountain Tavern. Pausing at the entrance, Galen turns to Alderon and whispers, “Remember, let me do the talking. These folks are not to be argued with. They can turn from friend to foe in a heart beat if you anger them.”

The two men step into the small shop and immediately the smell of day-old everything hits them. A hearth casts a dim red glow upon the occupants of the room and Alderon sees that the place is a typical smith-shop. The blacksmith himself, is hunched over a counter staring down at his latest piece of work. Even sheathed, Alderon recognizes it as his fathers blade; his blade. Galen walks to the counter and he and the smith exchange words. Galen reaches into his cloak and pulls out a large ring with various stones embedded in the priceless artifact and takes the sword in return. He hands the sword to Alderon and they leave the shop in silence.

“That was the ring that allows The Madison to levitate!” Alderon exclaims once they are back in the outdoors, “what will you do without it?” Already feeling indebted to Galen, Alderon feels now that he owes more to his kind uncle than he can ever repay.

“The Madison is well prepared to make the journey back by sea. It will take a bit longer but will be an adventure. We'll see if I can still navigate the waters,” Galen replies with a chuckle. “Besides, he did you a favor strengthened the sword with hair from a unicorn's mane so it was well worth the cost.” As the two walk, there is a crash across the road as some guards hassle a merchant. Not thinking much of it, they keep walking until they hear a female voice confronting the guards. Turning, Alderon sees that the voice belongs to the same elf woman that caught his eye before. Dumbfounded by her bold move, he watches as she runs inside the tavern and the guards give chase. Torn between letting things pass and trying to act a hero, Alderon makes his decision when the guards break the door down. Alderon rushes into the tavern behind the guards and Galen is on his heels.

As they cross the threshold, three of the four guards turn on them and start spewing profanities and urge them to leave the premise. In one swift motion, Galen draws a dagger from under his cloak and fells the closet guard. Watching in disgust, Alderon draws his sword and stands in a defensive position. Suddenly he wonders if he really wants to take another man's life. He had always viewed it as fun and games but now that the situation manifested, he was nervous.


Name: Alderon Ullman
Race: ¾ Human/ ¼ Elemental Elf
Age: 20
Appearance: Standing 6'0”, he has dark skin, shoulder length dreadlocks, an average build, and his ears are somewhat pointed. He wears a black cloak with silver embroidery. His leathers are a combination of black and gray and he wears fingerless scaled silver gauntlets.
Weapons: A silver rapier possessing magical properties, a short sword, and a dagger
Bio: Grew up studying the sword and trying to master his power over the weather
Personality: A bit headstrong, he is also shy, not having interacted much with other people. Very polite.

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Alexis, vision still blurred after the fall, got back onto her feet. She looked around to see if eveyone was ok, she could see Kethol and Silo. Seems she wasn't the only one who didn't have a smooth landing. But she couldn't see the wolf-man or Ragzir she ran over to the gentlemen.

"Where are they??.." she started to panic "...did they go through, i hope they're not in the tavern what if the guards got them what if they need our help!" she knelt on the ground, the now soft grass where wooden planks had been. She put her head in her hands and wept "this..is..all my fault" she whimpered "i should never have got involved with those guards, now i've put my new friends' lives at risk"

Her staff beside her glowed furiously, she saw the same strange red smoke appear within it Do not be weak, these times call for a brave soul. You must venture with these people and find what your people have been searching for

Alexis was dumbfounded, she didn't understand what was going on, looking into the bag the familar blue crystals shone. "Guess i won't be trading these after all"

Kethol got up slowly, trying to make sure he didn't break anything in the fall, lucky for him he was just sore. He looked from the sea, to the plains behind him. I could easily run, but I'd leave behind everything... He put a hand on Alexis' shoulder, not truly able to give much comfort. "You did what you thought was right. Don't second guess yourself now. I'm sure Ragzir and his pup can look after themselves, if nothing else they atleast know the name of my ship so they'd have a place to hide."

Withdrawing his hand back, he starts walking slowly to Tressa. "Silo, I owe you thanks for getting us out of the tavern, but I also feel you owe me for having to sneak back into town to get to my ship. I'm not about to leave that or my crew, even if I have to carve my way through the whole city guard to get there." His voice keeps switching between a calm and somewhat venomous, hard to keep somethings on his mind out of his speech.

Not sure of the best way in, its either swim or through the gates...and I don't feel to up for swimming right now. Kethol begins heading to the closest gates he can see, hoping the news of the little incident in the tavern hasn't reach the gates just yet. "Lets see what fate throws at me to get to my own ship now..." His mind made up, he will make it to his ship, in one piece or otherwise.

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Silo walked over to where Alexis now knelt. "Don’t give up hope you did what you thought was right and I am sure Ragzar can look after himself. Better that you are alive and free then to be locked up in the city dungeon or dead. You could do nobody any good like that." Silo looked down at Alexis felling sorry for the young elf knowing nothing he could say would make her fell any better.

Then he looked over at Kethol who was walking towards the city. 'I guess if he is in a hurry to get himself killed I can't let him do it alone but I can try to talk him out of it. I am kind of responsible for what happened.'

Then with a deep sigh he yelled out to Kethol "Wait up, don't be a fool running head first into a city full of guards is not going to do anybody any good. We need a plan that does not involve getting killed." The sun was still high in the sky and you could make out the sea birds that where flying over the ocean towards the land. It was still warm outside and a genital breeze blew over the field making the grass look like it was dancing.