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The thud and clanking of metal boots could be heard as their echo pierced the normal silence of the underground corridors. Three men and one woman walked the corridors, the woman in front and the men her entourage. They all walked in silence, the only sound was of their breathing and heavy walking. After a short time, they came to the end of the corridor, and a door stood there idly. The woman walked up silently and knocked just loud enough to be heard. "Come in." replied a voice. At first, the woman questioned why the person behind the door didn't question her. Maybe it was because they were underground. Only the man knew. So, she silently walked in, closing the door behind her. But not before giving the three men looks that told them: "Rescue me if needed." They nodded in reply as they watched the woman close the wooden door.

A loud and metallic click could be heard. An automatic lock? Aren't you high-tech. she thought to herself. She took this moment to view her surroundings. She stood in a dimly lit room, possibly a study and bedroom. But before she had any more time to scope out her environment, the man spoke again. "Come, me Dear, and sit." the man gestured to the chair in front of the desk he was sitting at. She cautiously stepped towards it, and eventually sat down. "So, where shall we start?" came the sweet angelic voice of the woman.

({|Eber Woods|{)

Night had fallen on the Eber Woods and the Hunting crew that resided in them. Fires had been set up to give their light and warmth to the cold hunters crowded around each fire. A few Hunters sat alone, taking in the solitude of nature. A couple were even in the trees, helping to keep watch. However, two of them weren't doing much watching of their surroundings. A gruff and middle-aged man stood up near his fire. His gaze wandered around until it found the two that were fiddling around. "OY! Varrock and Amilia! Stop kissin an' huggin o'er there, will ya? Some o' us just ate!" His voice was as loud as he was old, and it carried a sense of power in it. The two in the tree instantly stopped. If one were right there, you could see them blushing.

Most people in the group laughed out loud after hearing their Captain embarrass the new couple. And everyone but the couple knew that the Captain hated the new couple. They never did anything except kiss and be alone(Along with some other unmentionable things.), and he hated it. He was a man of action. He needed to be working to feel a purpose. Which is why he is the Captain of the Sikka Hunters. But through the laughter, one could notice another odd couple in a tree. But these two were not like the man and woman infatuated with each other. No, these were two brothers, both keen on keeping a good watch. One laughed with the others, generally having fun with his job and his surroundings. The other was more sturn, keeping his laughter to himself and busying himself with his job. The laughing one looked over to his brother. "Gabriel, you need to lighten up. Learn to laugh. After all, you can't spell Slaughter without Laughter." He said, trying to lift up his brother's spirits. Gabriel slowly turned his head towards his brother, and sneaked a smile. "Vincent, have I ever told you I despise you?" he replied in a serious tone. "All the time, actually. In fact, you told me that before we entered these woods. I remember quite clearly. I said: 'Laughter; It's not always the best medicine.' Then I started to laugh hysterically and what-not. I also remember you cracked a smile."

But before Gabriel could reply, the Captain yelled out again. "Alright men! Douse the fires and lets move out!" Everyone acknowledged him as they put dirt on the fires and started to dress for the Hunt. "Alright, remember this is Yaga season, so keep a sharp lookout. Everyone go in groups of three. Usual partners." Again everyone acknowledged his commands.

Both Gabriel and Vincent jumped out of the tree they were in. And as they were standing up, someone walked up to them. "Hello Roy." Vincent greeted. "Why hello there boys. Ready to catch something today?" Gabriel looked at the teenager. "Of course."

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All had been quiet for now. Master was sitting on his desk, meditating. The door was locked, so no one could get in. All was peaceful. But as Master was closed in thought, he started to show signs of pain and anguish. He fidgeted on the desk as he was tormented inside. In his anguish, he started to lift up different objects in the room, hovering them in the air. Then, they started to move. To anyone else, the movement would like random and seemingly useless movement. But Master knew what the movements meant.

With a gasp, he breathed out, letting all the objects fall to the ground. He looked around the room. He was slightly worried, and it showed as he frantically got off the table and walked over to a metal funnel on the side of the wall. He spoke into it, knowing that his message would be sent throughout the barracks, Furnace, and even the Ice Peaks.

"My Children. I call you all today so that I may deliver a message. A new generation of Elementals has arisen. They know not of their power, but soon will. All Redeemers come to my Office. Everyone else, go on as you have, knowing that new members shall arrive soon. It will be your duty to help them, guide them, as I have guided you." There was nothing he could do now but wait.

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Hawkeye sat in his tree fort and looked down at the small trickle of water flowing down it and let out a sigh"that brook is like life"he thought to himself"try as we might to go up stream we just get washed back"suddenly he heard a rustling in the bushes he jumped out of the tree grabbing a branch about 1/4 the way up the tree and swung himself forward catching a branch halfway down and finally landing in a roll on the ground he quickly drew his sword and pointing it at bushes"show yourself"he said taking a fighting stance suddenly a rabbit hopped out which was sliced in half mid air suddenly a arrow shot from the bushes behind him. Hawkeye heard the twang of the arrow let go and was able to escape with only a light graze and some torn clothing"YOUR REIGN OF TERROR END TONIGHT DEMON"voice from the bushes yelled suddenly a brown haired man rushed from the bushes wielding a katana"I have no idea what you mean but if you insist on fighting I will oblige you"he said as they both slowly circled each other Hawkeye backing away slowly suddenly the brown haired man made a charge, Hawkeye ducked down spinning one foot so he could grab the arrow lodged in the tree and quickly grasped the shaft of the arrow so that just the arrowhead was sticking though"I GOT YOU"he yelled bringing the arrow as the man jumped backing managing to leave a sizable gash on his cheek then suddenly the man looked at the sword the man was holding and sheathed his own"damn it"the man swore"I thought you were him"he said sighing"but you aren't a bandit are you"he said frowning"no shit"Hawkeye swore sheathing his sword in the sheath hanging around his back"the names Hawkeye the bandit hunter and in case you are too stupid to figure it out I hunt bandits"he said scowling"well my names kamina the warrior"he said frowning.

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Loud crashes, yells, and the strong smell of alcohol filled the air. Olivia sat on stool, trying to ignore the bar fight going on behind her. Normally she would gladly join in, but tonight she was still trying to rid herself of the headache that had pounded her temples all day. A muscular and hairy man with a messy beard sat to her right. She hadn't really noticed him until now. Now that he kept stealing glances at her skirt. Olivia closed her eyes and rubbed the sides of her head trying to make the pain go away. Suddenly she felt a pressure on her right thigh that slid dangerously up her leg. Her eyes popped open as she realized that it was the hand of the man sitting next to her.

Without a second thought, Olivia grabbed an empty bottle in front of her and smashed it over the man's head as hard as she could. She jumped out of her seat as he stumbled off the stool and onto his rear with a surprised look on his face. She pulled out the dagger on her hip and pointed it at him. "Don't ever touch me again." Olivia put the dagger away and quickly stormed out of the tavern.
Olivia took a couple quick breaths to calm herself down. Not that it would work. She pulled her red bangs away from her light blue eyes and looked up at the sky. It was pitch black and sprinkled with bright white stars. There's no way that I can stay here any longer. This has to be the worst place in the world, she thought to herself with a sigh. But then again, it had to be better than staying in one place forever. At least the people here were entertaining from time to time.

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The soft sounds of the sea, waves slowly breaking on the sea shore. Children splashing about in the water, playing their games, thinking they'll never grow old enough to not enjoy the embrace of the salty sea-water, foam from the crashing waves. However, all of them will grow up, and with time, will forget the oceans embrace. For they will soon have better things to do in this life, with school work, friends and the like. All but a handful will remember the joy they got when waves crashed over them, sending them rolling under the waves, laughing all the while. Few will remember the smell, even the color of the sea as it stood still on a quiet, calm morning. The light reflecting off the water, making it sparkle in the early twilight.

Most will forget how mystical it seemed at night, the beauty of the moon and the stars reflecting in the water, giving an impression that it was close enough to touch. All you had to do was go into the water. They'll forget the freedom they had when swimming in the waters, nothing but the current truly restricting their movement, save for cautious mothers warnings. Yes...Soon all but a few will forget everything about this wonderful entity, and leave for lands unknown to me...But I know a select few will remember the waves, and return, realizing that the water is their true calling...Just like I did.

Emily sat on a rocky outcropping close to the beach, the waves lapping up onto the rock she was sitting on. Emily always felt at peace here in the morning, the waves so calm, the world around her silent save for the sounds of the ocean. Occasionally someone who as working out on the beach would make a grunt, or start to breathe heavily and noisily, but save for that, the world was at peace. Emily sat there most days until she went to work, seemingly lost in another world next to the ocean.
Sometimes, she'd skip work, just to bring a book and some food down to this same place, watching the children play in the water, catching their smiles as the ran back to their mothers who were getting lunch ready for the drenched child. They'd dry off, eat quickly, and run off once again into the ocean, pretending to be some infamous pirate, or a deadly kraken.

The imagination of the youth....Always so bright, so vibrant. You can almost see it at times. And they believe everything they are doing. Now, They want to be a infamous pirate, sailing the seas, plundering passing ships. That is, of course, until they grow older. They then set their sights on more realistic goals, becoming a mercenary or a blacksmith. Something that can support a family.

Emily smiled as she sat there on the rock, reminiscing about her own child hood. She looked to her left, realizing a small child had been sitting next to her the entire time she'd been there.

"Well now, what do we have here? A little girl come to enjoy a quiet morning at the beach?"

The girl looks over to Emily, that silly grin every child has when they're at the beach.

"Yep! My mommy went to the market to get us food for later. We're having sand...sand...

Emily nods, patting the little girls head.

"Sandwiches?"

The little girl nods, jumping up.

"Yeah! Them! She told me to sit somewhere near the ocean, just to get my feet wet. Mommy told me that she'd go with me into the water once she got back."

The little girl turned back to the water, splashing her feet, giggling all the while. Emily changed from a sitting to a laying position, adjusting her biking strap, as it had fallen down off her shoulder. She looked up at the slowly rising sun, watching the stars disappear from the sky one at a time.

Emily tapped the little girl on the shoulder, stopping the girls movement.

"Hmmmmmm?"

The girl looked at Emily, as if something exciting was about to happen.

"Look up at the sky, and watch a single, solitary star. Don't take your eyes off of it, and something will happen."

The little girl laid back in a similar fashion to Emily, keeping her legs bent. The both sat in silence for quite sometime, when the little girl cried out in surprise.

"Th-the star!" The little girl said. "It...It vanished!

Emily smiled, realizing the girl had never seen this happen before. She placed a hand on the girls shoulder.

"Don't worry young one. That star is in a very safe place now."

"Where is that?" The girl asked, a confused look on her face. She thought stars stayed up in the sky all the time. Or, at least, that's what her teachers had told her.

"Well, now it's safe, because it's with a young heart such as yours. As long as you can remember that star, it will be with you, wherever you go. So never feel alone young one, for once you catch a star from your heart, and especially if that star is near the ocean, you will have it with you. But...This is how the myth goes. Once you forget the ocean, the star gets sad, and leaves you, taking it's place back up in the sky. So, whenever you're feeling down, just think of this moment, this exact place near the ocean, and you will feel a feeling like no other. It's a feeling of peace and happiness one can only get from that star you have."

The little girl smiled, and looked toward the town. She saw her mom coming with a basket, and jumped up. Running towards her mom, she started yelling.

"Mommy! Mommy! I have a star inside of me!"

The two walked farther down the beach, talking excitedly, the mother taking in every word of her daughters story. The mother looked back at Emily, giving her a quick smile, before the little girl took off down the beach. Soon they rounded a corner, and disappeared from sight, leaving Emily alone, once again, on the rock. She smiled, knowing her story would stick with the girl forever, and so will that star, because later that night, from her home, the girl wouldn't see that star she stared at for so long that same morning. The girl would smile, knowing that she had her own special star, inside her heart.

This was the same story that Emily's mother had told her, and her mother before her. It was a story passed down through Emily's family, and although most others count it as just that, a stupid little bed time story, Emily knew something about it was true, because here she was, sitting on the beach, like she had been for the past year.

Emily hadn't ever actually left the area. When she still lived with her mom she was only an hours distance away, in a small village not far from the ocean. They'd travel here almost every day when she was younger, just playing the water. And right here was were she was told the story, and that was when she knew where she wanted to live. Emily always felt better near the water. Whenever she was having a horrible day, and her mom didn't have time to take her, or her friends couldn't come, she'd go to a local pond in the close by forest, and dive in, just to be in the water. She wouldn't even change into her bathing suit. She'd make her way to the pond, strip naked, and jump in, just to feel the water on her skin.

Now, she worked as the local town nurse, tending to anyone who needed it. If she wasn't at her house, then everyone knew she was down at the beach, laying there. Today was a day where she wouldn't be needed at all. The world was at peace for Emily. Little did she know that she would soon set off on an adventure she never planned would happen.

David walked into another town in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but his sword and a bit of money, thinking the same thing he had at every other time, Another town, another place to make money before I move on. He almost always thought that when he reached the town but he always hoped it was a lie, he always hoped that this town would be the one that would show him what he was meant to do, the one that would be the last. He saw the people in the towns and envied them, they would probably complain or bitch constantly, but they could go home to a wife and they knew their purpose was to protect her, they knew that was where they fit, they could go to work in the morning and know that was what they were best at, that was what they were made to do. David could say no such thing, towering at nearly 6 and a half feet with nothing but pure muscle, it was obvious he wasn't meant for the work of the average man.

He stood at the edge of the town, looking it over for a few seconds before moving in. Most of the people in the streets had stopped to stare at the huge man, he didn't much care though, he usually got a few stares and a heavily armed welcoming party usually followed, but he wasn't a threat and so they wouldn't bother him too much. It probably hadn't helped that he came in from the desert end, not many people made that trip, it wasn't too hard to cross the small desert area, pretty easy really, but the area was heavily overrun with lawless raiders, as usual they didn't attack David, they preferred easier prey. The streets were crowded and only getting worse, a lot of people wanted to see this new wonder of a man, he was sure. He stopped walking as he noticed a small group of people pushing threw the crowd, they were whatever passed for law in this town, he was sure. His black cloak flapped against his dark brown well used boots in the wind, it was a little small for him, just enough to not touch the ground. He pulled back the hood and let his wild short blond hair fly into his face in the wind, but he didn't move it back, this was all about appearance, and he had to get it right, or he'd be fighting his way back out of the town. He raised both his hand out of the side, showing his long arms and allowing them to know he was weaponless. He knew he could reach behind his back and grab his sword before they could hurt him, but they would feel better off if he looked defenseless. As he put his arms out of his cloak it opened enough for them to see his dark green t-shirt, his brown pants, and, most important, that his waist bore no weapons.

As the group drew close David lifted his voice and let the crowd hear him, "I bear no ill will, please, worry not, I am a simple traveler, and will be happy to answer any questions you have." The crowd broke out into yells and shouts of questions as they all tried to get David to answer them. The men who had been coming for him since the beginning finally broke through the crowd and started shouting for silence, for quiet, but their voices were lost with the rest. David waited a second while he looked over the four men, they all had some sort of triangle badge along with chainmail armor and a sword. David's voice boomed over the crowd, both loud and strong, "Silence! These men will speak your questions for you, but only if you allow me to hear them." Davids bright green eye's flashed and he smiled as the entire crowd went perfectly silent, he usually had that effect, few could resist listening to a man of his size. He went to one knee and bowed before the 4 men, although he was a full foot taller and had twice the muscle of any of them he knew he should pay them respect. As he rose he continued to speak, "I am David, David Quick, and it is my pleasure to come to your town."

"Well, now Gorn, he don't seem too evil, what it really necessary to have us all 'ear just because ya' gone an' when pary-noid?" The one on the far right said it, he looked to be the oldest of the four, about 50 David guested, he also seemed to be talking to the man to the left of him. Gorn, as the man had called him, seemed to be the leader, he looked about 30 and in good shape, his sword had a golden hilt and he seemed to be the only one keeping a level head among them, the others seemed scared or annoyed and they all looked at him, his voice was commanding when he spoke and David could tell he was used to having people follow his orders. "If you mean as you say, stranger, then you won't mind giving my men your sword and following us to a more private setting."

David looked around before speaking again, "You outnumber me 50 to 1 and you want me to give up my weapon and become defenseless? I know you no better then you know me, I'll follow you where you want but my sword comes with me." The other two of the posse seemed younger then Gorn and had similar features to him, David thought they might be his sons, although brothers was possible as well. Gorn stared for a second, obviously annoyed at having been disobeyed, before speaking again with a sigh, "Why do you come to our town and how did you get through the marauders int he desert?" David smiled, it would seem they weren't so eager to have him in private if he kept his sword, "I'm here simply to make some money before I move on, and they didn't dare lay a hand on me as I passed, I have nothing of much value for them to take and I'm too big for them to take down easily, I assume that makes me not worth their fight. If you and your people will allow I would like a job, any will do, no matter how hard, I simply want to earn my pay and a bit of bread before moving on. "Gorn turned to right and spoke to one of the men David thought was his son, "Ren, you will show this man around, do not allow him to leave your sight, make sure he stays true to his word, and arrest him if he doesn't." Gorn turned back to David before pointing to a nearby blacksmith and then an inn as he talked, "You can find work there, Quint will be happy to have the help of a man of your size and you can stay at that inn, it's cheap and I'm sure it has a room open, you are not to leave my boy's sight, he will lock you into your room at night and unlock it in the morning." Gorn turned around to address the crowd, "Now the rest of you get lost, there's nothing more to see here, get back to work and play, shoo!"

David was fine with that and he walked quickly to the blacksmith, he found that a man, who David assumed was Quint, was waiting for him. He was a big man, with more then a bit of fat on his belly, he had the strong arms of a person who has worked the forge for years, he had a short beard and most of his hair was gray, he was a short man, but to David almost everyone seemed short. As David approached the man started talking in a voice that was deep and gruff, "You may want work but I don't have the time to train you in how to work, so unless you've done this before, you had best go find someplace else." David took off his cloak and started undoing the ties on the sheath of his sword, he had made the sheath and the sword himself, and the ties ere a little weird, they were made of three long leather strips, two of which were halfway down the sheath and tied around his waist, the third was attached about foot down the sheath and went from his shoulder to tie into the other two leather strips at his waist.

He then looked at the man and spoke himself, "I've worked in many forges in many places, I shall work here and make what you shall wish, I've made everything from horseshoes to swords and armor, simply make a list of what you need and I'll get it done before I leave." He had said similar things to many men and he always found it easier to have them make a list, he usually didn't work the same hours of normal people and he didn't want to be sitting around bored waiting for what to build next, plus a good craftsman had a list of what people had requested laying around usually.

Sweat poured down his body and his hammer came down again and again, it was nearly midnight and he had been working for 7 or 8 hours straight, non-stop, his own personal guard had fallen asleep on watch but David still had more energy, the sword was taking shape beneath his blows and it was nearly done. It was his third that day and the last, the list said that horseshoes were next and he had to make 12 of those, he thought he'd probably get 2 or 3 done tonight before he was tired. His unnatural energy continued to keep him going long past most people's abilities and his perfect physic didn't hurt either. It had always been so with him, and the unnatural sparks of static that jumped from his hands to the sword were just one more difference between him and normal, it was as if his body gathered the static to him, it happened more the harder he worked but it didn't happen to often and for that he was thankful, if it had normal people might start realizing he wasn't natural, and that wouldn't do if he planned on continuing his long journey without too much fighting. He smiled as he worked on and thought about how good his bed would feel tonight, he would get in 4 or 5 hours of sleep tonight, and that was more then he was used to.

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Dagnir en Gurtha = Bane of Death in the Language of the Elves

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The wind is calm tonight, barely a breath on the edge of it all. This is good, and bad. It allows him to hear it all, but if he isn't careful, he will be heard, but he won't be. He's too quite for them all, too silent for any mortal ears to hear him. His eyes fall on the crumbling battlements, the murdering troupe is hiding in it's depths, coming out only to slay and pillage, too murder passing people. His hands slide down, body pressed against a willow tree, hidden in the low hanging leaves, everythings in place.

He watches one of the decaying towers, a guard posted, meant to be hidden from all eyes, but easily seen. Seto waits, so patient and still, then the guard moves, turning to something behind him. He makes his move then, dashing silently across the meadow, the leaves barely stirred by his swift movements. He reaches the stone tower, pressing his body against the cool stones. Seto's eyes swivel around, staring at the surroundings, nothing but still forest and leaves. His gaze follows up the tower, the guards above, there are four in total, and eight inside, including the leader...all must die.

He situates the metal devices on his feet, pointed and sturdy points shoot out from the toes. He fixes the hard, metal tipped gloves on his hand. Turning to the wall, he climbs, silently hooking the metal into the cracks of the stone, scaling patiently and calmly.

Then he is at the top, wating, listening to the guards movements. His body twisting slightly to gaze around from the tower, checking on the other sentries movements. He glances up, the guard is above him, his shadow flickering over the edge of the stone roof. His finger pulls, hand clenching on the device that shoots the deadly blade from within his sleeve. The guard edges closer, his head visible over the stone. Seto thrusts his arm upwards, the blade shoved into his throat, no sound other than a soft gurgle. He wretches back, sending the man over the edge to the unforgiving ground below.

He climbs up swiftly, two small knives in his hand, two guards down the path to his right. He thinks carefully and then runs low to the ground, the two blades let loose, embedding into the mens neck, they drop instantly. Twisting and heading for the next guard. He sees him coming and opens his mouth, but too late, he is dropped with a swift swipe across his neck.

A nearby hatch takes him down into it's depths, a sleeping guard, too easy. The man lay dead as Seto slunk through the halls, silent and swift. Reaching a nearby mess hall, a clunky and shambled room, three in the room, and one more in the back, which he knows is a make shift cooking room. One is passed out, drunk from mead, the other two are stumbling around, drunk as well.

He wait and one passes by the doorway he hides in. With rapid movements, the arm blade is out and an arm is wrapped around the man's throat, pulling him soundlessly into the dark hallway and into his blade. The other awake man is stumbling towards the door, laughing at his partners supposed stupidity at falling, he is slain instantly. The sleeping man's throat is slit, killed in his sleep. The cooking man is killed as easily, blade dragged across his throat as he busied himself.

Moving quietly and quickly through the halls he finds two more men, talking to themselves quietly outside a closed door. Two more small blades fly through the air, catching a nearby torches light and then crimson spills as the men drop to the ground. Sweeping up the keys, he unlocks the door and walks in. A burly man stands, his back to Seto as he walks in, his gruff voice snarls at him, stating he said he didn't want to be interupted. He turns in time to see the dark blur, and the glint of silver as Seto leapt at him. His last cry is cut off by the blade savagely shoved into his jugular.

He stands after the man is dead, turning to leave, not a flicker of doubt or regret in his eyes. The job is done.

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Elemental Island; Master's Office

Mela had been called upon. She knew it. She felt it and she heard it. As she has just finished putting her clothes on followed by a thin yellow sash, she started to walk out and towards Master's place of sheler. Mela has crystal clear blue eyes and a matching pendant around her neck. She was one of the few to be able to weild the wind.

The ever so ellusive and graceful element of the land. The wind was said to be uncatchable, like it was unobtainable. And yet her she was, a young lady with unusal blue hair and eyes able to control the wind and let it do her bidding. To an extent anyway. She was still learning of course. Mela was far from an expert and she would never call her self one. That seemed quite big-headed of anyone to do.

As she walked up to the Master's door, she knocked and waited to be allowed entry. She had an idea in mind that she would Redeem David and Hawkeye. Two people she had heard about once. "Master." Her clear but hesistent voice called to him. "I'm here." She said.

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The man sitting at the desk took a moment to view this woman he had called to him. She was very pretty, which would work to his advantage. "Ah, yes. I have called you here to converse more of a possible... Alliance... with your group of mercenaries and my own men. We here have gotten word of Abominations. Human that can control the forces of nature, something that should be reserved for the Gods themselves. It is our plan to erradicate them from our pure, sinful world." The woman looked at the man. She thought him to be crazy. His look doubled that thought, with his smirky grin and cheerful demeaner. She didn't trust him. "And what if we do make an Alliance? How exactly are you going to combat an enemy that can, as you say, control the forces of nature? If what you say is true, than any amount of soldiers will be slaughtered the instant they stand face to face." She was prepared to go on, but she was interrupted. "You see, I have a plan for that as well. We ourselves have been granted the curse of magic by our Gods, the True Deities of this world and the next." In his head, he was also thinking, 'Not to mention we have numbers on our side. They can only do so much at once.' But he didn't say that. Crazy he may be, but never stupid.

The woman continued to look at the man. She still thought he was crazy. Maybe he was. Only time would tell.

After a half hour of moving, the group of three had reached the center of the Eber Woods. "We're in this now. No turning back until we get what we came for. Understood?" Vincent asked as he turned around to face the other two, Gabriel and Roy. Both nodded in agreement as they pulled out their respective weapons. Gabriel had his Halberd, and Roy had his hunting bow. Vincent also pulled out his bow and took to the trees. It was a common tactic of theirs. One in the tree, two on the ground. The tree man would cover the ground men as they advanced on their prey. Normally, all they ever got were a couple of deer and old wolves. Darkness had fallen completely now, and only crickets could be heard.

Sylvia, Victor, Knoll, Lute, and Direl(Soon to be made.) all had heard Master's announcment. And all of them answered the call. Each had arrived about the same time. With the AirMental, they proceeded into Master's Office.

He turned to them, a grave look on his face. "My Children. There is a new generation of Elementals out there, waiting to be Awakened. It will be them that save us from our troubles now. I give you now profiles explaining each of them. Take who you wish." When master said that, he put out his hand and made a lifting motion. As he did, documents sifted their way through the ground. There were a total of eight folders, each containing different people. The first one held two documents. The brothers Vincent and Gabriel Sahras. They were in the Eber Woods together, and apparently Roy was with them. The second held the information of Olivia Beltem(Without the feathers.). She rested in the town of Sena. Next was David Quick. He was passing through the town of Gerath. Seto had just finished a job in the Halls of Secura, but is probably going to go back to Farenhast. Considered extremely dangerous, and only Victor is allowed to Redeem him. Neo Srasen was next. His location was unknown at this time, but Master would give the location as soon as he was found by Master. None escaped his all seeing eyes long. In the Port Town of Port Althorian stayed Emily Niestrom The last two held the information on Jorgan "Hawkeye" Barrinbo and Kamina Sosen. They were both at Jorgen's treehouse establishment.

"Just know that you must bring them straight back. No exceptions." The last retort was directed at Direl. He had a knack for making stops along the way for every mission he was given. Again Master spoke. "A great threat is rising as we speak. An organization that is bent on the destruction of every Elemental that breathes in this world. They will stop at nothing, no matter the losses. They have with them a great power of their own, one that can defeat us if we are not careful."

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The roadside pub was buzzing with life, people yelled across the room, their laughter booming all around each other. Seto sat amongst a large group, grimy and alcohol covered cards in their hands. Seto glanced at the chainmail covered woman next to him and grinned, she winked and set down her hand. Seto's brow raised as she gave him an appraising look, he sighed and hung his head and the rest of the people at the table laughed. She reached forward for the large pot of money in front of them, he shook his head and set down his card, the high red of the cards still showing in the dim light.

She groaned and leaned back as Seto claimed his winnings, throwing them in a sack on his hip. The woman rolled her eyes but only gave him a smile to which Seto smiled back. He motioned for the barmaid to get him another pint as he sat back and talked with the people at the table. When the pint was set down he took a deep swig of it and paid for it. The laughter resonating from that table seemed to fill the room as Seto made himself right at home.

This is how he was when he wasn't working. He didn't see how being a killer had to make him cold and locked from the world. Sure when he worked, he needed to be focused, uncaring of the screams that echoed, or the blood that ran. When he was free from that, he needed to let loose, laugh, joke, talk, drink, have fun in general. He was a good person, it was just that his destiny, his path in life wasn't exactly the brightest and best. It also helped that because of his personality when he wasn't working, no one would ever suspect him. That fact had helped many a times when he'd had to get close to a target first, have them trust them. It always was a shock to those people, that such a warm and friendly person could switch to the cold, hard hearted killer that slit their throats without a second thought.

Fire and ice he thought to himself as he laughed. Soon he'd move onto the nearby city, Farenhast. There, he'd lounge around, enjoy the sights and attractions of the city. It wasn't like his job didn't pay well, it certainly did, he just liked to play cards once in awhile. There he'd wait for one of the agents of his clan to find him with their next assignment, until then, he was going to have fun.

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