The Legendary Legionaries - A story about moving up in the world [PRIVATE][OOC]

[KonanCutie]

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The legendary legionaries - A RP presented by KonanCutie


Plot

In hard times people have to take certain measures. This is a story of that kind of people. A group of people meet at the very capital city of Pylonthia, all with their own stories and misfortunes. But they were all heading for the same destination. Pylonthias Quest Bureau. This Bureau takes in quest requests and find suitable mercenaries to fulfil these. And it is from this very point the story begin.

The World, Sertténa

Note: You have a map at Attached Images (1:50 000 000).

Pylonthia - 1

The home of the Elder Humans. Rolling hills and big plains take up most of the land but there is also woods to the east and west,coniferous as well as leaf. The countrey is very populous an have the biggest capital in whole Sertténa, Lynina. North from Lynina lies also Tirynni, The biggest port in Sertténa

Levíle - 2

The home of the Elves. Levíle is almost totally covered in lush, green forest. The forest also hold some very exotic flora with plant species you can't find anywhere else. The capital's name is Lesàlé. Levíle is sparsley populated and you will not find any bigger towns with exceptions for the two port towns Vilalé and Elalivé which lies on each side of Selène Gulf. You will also find the ancient sacred tree Serénite if you walk through Faléla Valley.

Higgrughtuhrr - 3

The home of the Dwarves. The island is completely covered in mountains and only a few amount on dwarves live on top the island. The reset of the population live inside the mountians, deep down. The capital Krickuhrrackuh lies within and beneath the tallest mountain in Sertténa, Drittuhrurruh. The island is quite temeratured so you will only find snow at the top of Drittuhrurruh. You can find spots of grass here and there and pines tend to grow around the mountains. The Dwarves have digged a tunnel form the west cove of the island leading north to Brackutt Desert, this is the only way to get to the island.

Partuck - 4

The home of the Orcs. Partuck is mostly covered in sand. The blistering desert of Brackutt make it harsh living there. Settlements have been made around the oases that can be found. The capital's name is Truddihuck which is built around the grand oas Vittnack. Their is also a craggy wasteland with mountanins to the west.

Viltropic - 5

The home of the Graltic Humans. The oddly shaped islad is completely covered in tropical jungles and sandy beaches. The capital Cilius lies on the coast like rest of the villages on the island. The fauna deep inside the jungle is too hostile for making a settlement therefore the nature is very well preserved. Etaku is the name of the huge volcano which lies north west.

Nourt - 6

The home of the Nordern Humans. The island is coverd with snow and occasional taiga. In the north lies mountains. The climate is very cold and have a lack of flora. There is no port at the south side of the island since there is no way to get a boat through the thick ice there. The capital Nojontuon can be reached by taking the port on the north coast. there is a valley that goes straight to Nojontoun. There is also a port on the west side as well. You can walk over to Nourt from Pylonthia during the winter because the water freezez all the way to the south east coast of Nourt.

No Mans Land - 7

No Mans Land is acctually no mans land. There is no ruler here nor is there any villiages. There is no proper port so it's a pain to get there as well. The few who live there are free to do what they want but they usually don't bother eachother. The island is mostly made up by wide plains and some mountains in the east.

Schlissiw - 8

The home of the Feichoida. Schlissiw is a country consisting of a huge group of small islands. It's a archipelago where elves and humans have made up trading posts where the Feichoida trade. The Feichoida live underwater on the bottom on the sea. Their capital is constantly moving around the bottom due to underwater streams so it's unclear where it's position is. The capital is named Hissoschu.

Surountalan - 9

An island group consisting of three bigger isles. This where every wizard beside the everyday mage is trained. Races around the world gather here to study the mny elements of magic. on the eastern island there is the Great Tower of Surountalan. The west island serves as sleeping quaters and the northeren serves as training ground.

Races

Elder Humans: The Elder Humans is the oldest of the human races. They are usually white skinned but the pigmention may vary, they live for approximately eighty years. Elder humans are also considered the most intelligent race in whole Sertténa aswell as the best architects. They are quite adaptable to magic and have many of the finest wizards in history. The Elder Humans a ruled by the Great King Bartlomeus who have plenty of power all over Sertténa. This have made the Elder Humans more influential than other races which also make them great traders.
Strengths: Adaptable, Good with Magic, influential, No obvious weakness, intelligent
Weaknesses: Huaghty

Elves: Elves lives in the great woods of Levíle. They are a little taller the Elder Humans, with a more slender body and paler skin. They also lack facial hair. Elves have a long life lenght and live for approximately one hundred fifty years. They are immune to diseases aswell as poison. But they lack both strength and constitution in comparsion to other races. Elves make great mages as they is magical in nature. Elves are also a very religous race, believing in the sacred tree and that whole Sertténa was formed from that tree. Elves lives in trees Which they have fromed room in with the help of magic. The Elves are ruled by the Elven Council which consists of eleven Elves from different parts of the woods.
Strengths: Long life length, Immune to poison and diseases, Great Mages, Every Elf know how to use magic
Weaknesess: Weaker than other races, Less physical than other races

Dwarves: The Dwarves lives deep down in the mountains, digging for metals and treasures. They are a lot more sturdy than other races aswell as shorter. Dwarves don't grow much taller than 120 cm and they have a brown skin tone. Dwarves lives about 100 hundred years. They have a great facial hair grownth, both men and women. Dwarves despise both magic and religion and have instead their heart in sience, engineering and the belief that everything has a explanation. They have inveted very strong armor aswell as the first guns in history. Hammers is also a weapon of choice with dwarves. Dwarves are devided in clans, all independent and with their own leader.
Strenghts: Stronger than other races, resistant to cold, Intelligent, good vision in dark places
Weaknesses: Short, Can't use magic

Orcs: Orcs are a endurant race. They have black, greyish skin and tusks sticking out of their mouth. Orcs are often wrapped in white clothes and turban, so you mostly only see their eyes, hands and feet. Orcs are resistant to heat due to living in a desert, they are also very endurant. Orcs live approximately 70 years. Orcish mages are uncommon and most of the orcs perfer swords and are masterful with them. They are ruled by the Great Chieftain who watches over the desert.
Strengths: More enduring than other races, , excellent swordsmen, very resistant to heat
Weaknesses: less influent than other races, below average magic users

Graltic Human: The Graltic Human is a little bit taller and more muscular than the elder human. They have also a more tanned body colour. Graltic Humans are natural seafarers who travel the see, making a living by selling fish or trading it. They are also guite skilled with the bow. Compared to Elder Human the Graltic Human can't use magic, it simply does not lie in their nature. Graltic humans lives in cabins built around the beaches. The Graltic Human is also ruled by the great king.
Strengths: Muscular, great seafarers, good traders, good archers
Weaknesses: Can not use magic, less flexible

Nordern Humans: Looks like the the Elder Human but more robust. They are always white skinned. Since they live in such a cold climate they hardly feel cold. Nordern Humans is a more savage race compared to others and have a grudge against Elder Humans due to previous events in history. Nordern Humans usually use axes when fighting. During the winter they enjoy fighting out on the thick ice, trying to cut the ice so their opponent falls down. Nordern Humans is not bad with magic but they perfer point blank melee combat. They are ruled by a the Chieftain of Nourt
Strengths: Fearless, great axemasters, very resistant to cold, average magic users
Weaknesses: Brutal, less influent than other races

Feichoida: The Feichoida have a fish like appearance (http://www.wowpedia.org/images/c/ce/Jinyu.jpg). They live on the bottom of the sea as a great community ruled by their king. Feichoida comes in many different colours and live up to 60 years. They usually trade with Humans and Elves on the isels of Schlissiw, trading fish for materials. Feichoida is great swimmers but can also move on land without problems. They need to bath at least once a week to avoid suffocation. Feichoida make great warriors with pike weapons in their hands and have also magic capabilities.
Strength: Great Swimmers, Great pikemen, calm
Weaknesses: Weak against heat, weak against cold, short life length, sticks out in a crowd

The Races mentioned is the most common humanoid civilized races. They can all speak the Sertténan language. Many different races may appear in the roleplay.

Setting

Time/Epoch: 485 years A.GW, medieval with a touch of technology.

Economy: 100 copper coins -> 1 silver coin. 10 silver coins -> 1 gold coin. A noble token -> a huge sum of money, depending on which house it's marked with.

PvP: Player can NOT kill an other player, the player may only die if it decides to or if the moderator demand him to.

Magic: Magic in Sertténa is a bit more unique than other role plays. It is an incarnation of knowledge and will. By having knowledge about how a element works or is created, you have cleared the first step in becoming a wizard. Does your race have magic capabilities? If so proceed. Not every person have magic within them but most of the races who can control magic have it, more or less.
After being capable of controlling magic and have knowledge about the element there's only one step left, to make it happen. Magic is produced with pure will, like moving your arm, but controlling magic needs a more powerful and precise will. That means that most magic don't need to said or performed in a specific why to work, the best of wizards can create huge magic without lifting a finger or speaking. But lesser wizards needs help to express their will. If they want to shoot a bolt of fire they will perhaps stretch their arm out to imagine they shoot it out from it, or say some words to help like “Fire”. If a mage ever studied at Suroutalan they probably learned the old Sertténian language. This language is understood by the most primal of elements and will help your primal part of the body understand what you want. Magic will drain your energy like any physic activity, how much depends on how powerful your spell was. This makes magic good training for the body as well as the mind.

Post limits: Players most post at least 1 paragraph per post, there is no maximum length of a post. Do not post two times in a row, let someone else post between your posts.

Character Sheets

This should be included in your Character sheet:

Name: What is your Character's name? Remember that it will have to fit the race.

Gender: Are you a Lad or a Lass?

Age: How old are you? Remember that it most fit the race.

Race: What race do you belong to? (This is not racism you silly boy!)

Appearace: How do you look? Write a description, use a photo or a picture. Text + picture is perferred.

Hometown: Where are you from? Remember to put in both region name and hometown name. Remember that the name must fit with the race.

Skills: What are your character good at? What can he provide to the group? Remember that you are not God.

Equipment: What have you been carrying with you?

Bio: How have your life been? Describe your life before you got to the main plot in detail. Remember that it must fit with the plot.

If your CS is accepted post it in the CS's thread as well!

Cast

KonanCutie playing as the beautiful merchant Evangelyne Beaulith
DrPhase playing as the exile son of the High Oracle Fei Hoñoiki
Chenzor playing as the drunkard smith from the north Ganelon Wyrmire
Brynolf playing as the "Drunken Tornado" Kazhruk Rothak
Icecreamstar playing as the cursed elf Vórtèl kátkana
Madmeatball playing as knife throving jester Gúrka Húrka
Boagnir playing as the Graltic knife wielder Beloath Remolan

Links:

IC | CS's

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[DrPhase]

Name: Fei Hoñoiki

Gender: Male

Race: Feichoida

Age: 9years (Feichoida mature at the age of 2-4)

Appearance: Wears a black cloak to conceal his presence as his race sticks out like a sore thumb.
He has yellow eyes that turn orange-flamey when his temper rises. His scales are Grey/Silver that are parched almost black because of the backlash of wielding fire as a Feichoida.

Hometown: Hissoschu, Schlissiw

Skills: Wields firemagic and has a familiar named Ik'tniz who is an imp which is a formidable thief and can move with a speed unmatched.

Equipment: A pouch of water as well as a dagger forged and ground by the oceans deepest watercurrents. (The pouch with magical water origins from the whirlpool where he was born, his last supply is about to dry out and therefor he is desperate to find a new source since he has been exiled from Hissoschu and cannot return to refill it) He has a familiar, an imp called Ik'tniz. Very handy but unfortunetely he is a little thief, walking through the market no wallet leaves untouched. Unfortunetely a very unruly species.

Bio: I am a wizard of the caste of fire, I am a warlock. My name is Fei and I am one of a kind.
I come from a royal line of waterspeakers* from the capital Hissoschu that lies beneath the ocean. I'm known to be persuasive but also for my short temper. My temper flare as easily as the fire in my hand, for I have seen a lifetime of agony.

Since the day I was born I was seen as an abomination, the fires danced as I rose from the holy water of Hissoschu. At first I was protected by my mother who was the High Oracle of our caste. My mother fought back for as long as she could but she could not fight time. At my second year among the living I matured and so did my power to control fire. My mother was killed and I was shunned and exiled.

I am not like them. I am Feichoida no more.

I travel alone with the exception of It'kniz, he is a familiar from the plane of fire and has taken quite the liking to me, I somehow called him forth during my third month of exile wandering No Mans Land. He brings what little joy that exists by the roads I travel.
My temper flare easily, it is most fortunate that It'kniz cannot be harmed by fire. I do not have the calm appearance like my former brothers and sisters but that is not the main reason I stick out from a crowd as well as my race...
I am marked, for I am scarred. The fire-magic parches my scales and disambiguates the water in my body. The aftereffect of using forbidden magic among my people, therefor I am on the lookout for a magical whirlpool known only to be a legend to mankind - the fountain of youth.


*Waterspeakers = Chosen to be Oracles

[Chenzor]

Name
Ganelon Wyrmire

Gender
Male

Age
32 yoa

Race:
Nordern Human

Appearace:
Ganelon's hair is dark brown, contrary to most Nords whose hair is some form of blonde or light brown. While his hair isn't particularly long and doesn't even reach his shoulders, it is long enough to be considered "long" by male standards, you catch my drift. His face is rugged, he looks as if he hasn't slept for days, but his gaze does not seem distant at all. His eyes are constantly watching his surroundings. While this doesn't mean he sees all, he certainly sees much. His age is only 32, which is below middle-age, but he looks like he is closer to 40 due to his many hours by the anvil and blacksmithing forge.

Hometown
Nourt (6), the town of Gallerhjorn.

Skills
Ganelon is a Nordern Axemaster, but his primary profession is that of a smith. He was the town blacksmith back in Nourt, and as such has artisan skills of how to repair and create metalwork.

Equipment
A big two-handed axe he keeps strapped to his back. It is well kept considering Ganelon is a homeless wanderer nowadays with no money and barely any food. On his waist he keeps a smaller one-handed axe, and strapped to his chest he keeps four small throwing-axes. His armor consists of mostly simple leather with some iron reinforce in some places. Ganelon would look like a brigand more than a blacksmith, if not for his soot-blackened blacksmith's apron he still keeps on over his leather clothes.
Other than his weapons and clothes he has a large backpack with necessary things.

Bio
In Gallerhjorn, the town survives by hunting animals for their pelts and mining minerals in the nearby mountain. They process their goods, then sell it off to merchant caravans passing through every once in a while.
The town itself is fairly lively for a Nord town, with children playing, men working out on fields and in the mine, and blacksmiths processing the leather and mineral goods that the town survives on. This was what Ganelon's early years consisted of, growing up a farmer's son in the town. His father was a humble man, and his mother a gentle, kind woman. Together with his sister, Lyra, they formed a happy family. The work on the farm shaping the boy's body into muscle, Ganelon's father decided to send him off to the blacksmith for apprenticeship once he became of age, and he spent many years in the blacksmith's service, up until the day the blacksmith grew too old for heavy work and Ganelon became head-blacksmith, taking his mentor's place. Feeling honored but humble in his new position, Ganelon aimed only to be of pride to Gallerhjorn, but it proved to be harder than expected.
Once Ganelon reached the age of 25, his father passed away and he had to attend to his elderly mother. His sister inherited the farm, and their mother could stay with her there, but Ganelon could not find much time for his family in between his work. What was to become Ganelon's darkest hour was a regular day in autumn, three weeks before his 27:th birthday, when his sister came visiting, asking for Ganelon's presence at the farm to help her rid the area of a local wolf-menace. Ganelon, having received a royal order of armor earlier the day with a short deadline, had to decline to get his work done before the deadline. This, instead of hiring hands to help him, became his biggest regret in life, as his sister was ambushed by a group of bandits out in the forest. Robbed, raped and killed, Ganelon did not discover what had become of her until he led two men into the forest to search for her, only a day later.
With a broken heart, he told his mother, sold the farm, and attempted to live out his now sad existance as a blacksmith. But misfortune was right around the corner once again, following him in his footsteps.
His mother, having stayed with him since he sold the farm, fell ill and passed away a week later. Ganelon had now lost all of his family by the age of 28, and sorrow overtook him completely. He gave up 80% of his time spent as a blacksmith, and had to hire 3 men to have the smithing working regularly. Instead of smithing, Ganelon spent his time fighting bandits, wolves and bears, growing quite skilled with his axes. Finally reaching age 30, he no longer spent any of his income on anything that he actually needed. Instead, he managed to ruin himself in the next two years buying and drinking alcohol, in that order. Now being the town's miserable drunkard, former blacksmith and drunken-axemaster, his hired helpers scraped together some money to buy the smith completely off Ganelon's hands. Ganelon accepted, and sold them the blacksmith, spending the money to travel by the next merchant caravan passing through Gallerhjorn, never to be seen again in the town.

[KonanCutie]

Very nice CS's so far, keep it up!

[KonanCutie]

Evangelyne Beaulith

Race: Elder Human

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Appearance: Picture at bottom.
Evangelyne is quite slender, she has a white skin like most other Elder Humans. She got green eyes and a dull red smooth hair.
She has a golden tiara on her forehead and wears a brown dress with light blue shoulder puffs.

Hometown: Cilinyth, Eastern Pylonthia

Skills: Evangelyne isn't really a fighter, she have learned how to use a knife but she seldom gets to use it in "real" combat. Her real strength comes to social skills and trading. While having a good charismatic skill as well as being cute and good looking she can handle most social situations pretty well. This also helps her out when making business and trading with people, combine this with her great practice with trading and you got one heck of a buisness woman. She also have some expertise in investigating magical objects since she have been handling with quite many.

Equipmemt: A short knife hidden in her left boot, a purse with 18 silver, her tiara and the clothes she is wearing.

Bio: Evangelyne Beaulith was born in Cilinyth, a great town known for it's immense trading. She lived with her mother and father by the outskirts of the town. Her parents worked with trading artifacts and exotic goods which seem to never run out, some of these goods were even magical. Evangelyne was one lonely child when she was young, she had no brother or sisters to play with and she had no friends. You see, she didn't sound like the other kids, she had a very strong accent and was sometimes hard to understand. They frozed her out because of this, she was "the girl who could not speak".
But on her twelfth birthday she received a pair of gifts that would change her life, first she received a golden tiara with a sparkling sapphire on. Her parents said it would protect her from unluck. The second gift were a coin of silver, her parents told her to run down to the market and buy whatever she want with that coin. So Evangelyne ran as fast as she could downtown.

The market was packed with people, not unsual since it was friday afternoon. Thousands of stands blurted out along the streets, everyone of them had at least one owner shouting out their offers to attract possible customers. She looked everywhere for something she might want, fancy clothes, jewellery, sweets and toys but nothing seemed to be worth the only silver coin she had.
After two hours of searching she took a break and sat down on a bench in the very heart of Cilinyth. She sighed as she sat, dangling her legs and thinking about how she would spend her one silver coin.
-"I can not believe this! I have searched for three hours straight and not found a single stand in this goddamn that sell wine glasses!"
It was two younger women who sat to the bench next to her speaking with eachother. They were quite loud so she wouldn't miss anything they said.
-"And this is supposed to be the biggest market in eastern Pylonthia, this an outrage!"
Evangelyne's young little brain started to work as she came up with a splendid idea. She remembered there was a stand which sold glasses not too far from here so she ran as quickly as she could there. Once there she bought the finest of wine glasses she could afford and ran back to where the ladies sat. She summoned all the courage she had and walked up to the bench and asked:
-"Excuse moi! But maybe the the ladies are interested in buying these fine pair of wineglasses?" Even though the ladies seemed confused over this girl who came up from nowhere and who spoke with a strong accent, they accepted the deal and paid her with 3 silver coins. Evangelyne was astonished. She had boought these glasses for only one silver coin, and these ladies paid three silver coins for it without even questioning the acctual price. Could it be that people paid more for something they really wanted? Curious of this theory she decided to try it out.

When she came home two hours later she suprised her parents with coming home with 7 silver coins and other items she had managed to get her hands on while trading. The market became her new playground. She always manged to find the right customers and she could sometimes flirt her way to some extra coins. Buisness went well. When she turned 16 she decided that she could afford to have her own stand in the center of Cilinyth. She had many happy customers but the other merchants were not happy. She selled their goods for a higher price and she swapped items for items but worst of all, she was succesful! This lass who hasn't even turn eighteen dominated the market. After many years the merchants had enough. One night some of them sneaked out, putting Evangelyne's home on fire. It was just pure luck that she was out peeing when it all happend. But she came back too late. Her home was already in high flames when she got back. Her father and mother died in the fire and many of the artefacts in the house turned to ashes. She only manage to find some silver, a knife and her tiara when she looked in the ruin of her house.

Angry and upset she left the Cilinyth to never return. She had no destination, no goal. All she knew was that she would never be a merchant again.

[DrPhase]

How long do you reckon it will be till the slackers have their CS's up?

[KonanCutie]

Alright, I am done with my Bio now. A accepted character thread should be up soon.

EDIT: Thread created! You'll find link at the top or here --> http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...d-PRIVATE-CS-s

[DrPhase]

When's the IC-thread going to come up?

[KonanCutie]

As soon as we have more players, I want us to be two more at least. Perhaps you can whip those slackers into finnishing their CS's?

[Boagnir]

Beloath Remolan

Name:
Beloath Remolan

Gender:
Male

Age:
38

Race:
Graltic Human

Appearance:
Beloath is a lad around 6 feet tall, you could say that he is a pirate and an assassin equipped with special arsenals like smoke bombs and throwing knives. He is always equipped with shoulder pads and a small bag of renewing herbs. Always wear the colour of red and beige.


Hometown:
The capital city of Viltropic: Cilius

Skills:
Besides from other Graltic Humans, Beloath is kind of flexible and lean, he's skilled with his daggers and he can easily escape from battles with his smoke bombs that he makes by himself.
He is persuasive because of his knowledge in trading. He does not like to be out in the cold, he prefers warmth and he moves more rapidly in daylight and slower in the night.

Equipment:
Two daggers of the finest craftsmanship made by the elves, Smoke bombs, Throwing Knives and a Satchel of herbs.

Bio:
Beloath was born in the the capital Cilius, the biggest harbor city in the whole Sertténa which makes it the capital over Viltropic, the isle of the Grallts. He was raised along with his elder brother Melowa, a rough man these days. Beloath had a hard time as a little fella, his family was not poor at all, in fact they where almost the richest family in the High Moon District (the upper part of Cilius) it was just himself being a bit of crazy in his young days. His father didn't like him very much because of that, but his brother loved him as much as his mother did. Some times when Beloath had been naughty he was forced to sleep outside or in an tavern in the city which sometimes he preferred. since he liked his father as much as the father liked him.

At an age of 16 his father decided after two hours of quarrel to kick him out of the house, and Beloath still, 20 years after remembered that moment when his father yelled at him ferociously "Leave you filthy scum, and never come back!" and "I'm not your father anymore!" he said and smashed the door right in front of his nose. The sadness hit him hard when he turned around and walked slowly down the alley to the street, with only his clothes and a knife that he stole from his own house just when he got kicked out.
He didn't really know were to go, so he went to the tavern he always used to go to. The Inn was quite small, a few people was hanging around in the smoke from tobacco. He went up to the bar then he sat down on one of the chairs, catches the bartenders attention and he walks up to him. "You looks more sad than usual Mr." he said, while filling up a glass of orange juice that he placed right in front of young Beloath, "Here you go he said" with a big smile on his face "Now, let me hear whats bothering you". Beloath took the glass of juice and drank the half of it, looked up at Rein the bar keeper. "Well... i have been kicked out of my own house" he said. "Poor child" Rein responded, he looked up with a smile again "You can always sleep here, you know".

Next morning Beloath woke up with a depressed look from yesterdays twist. He went down to Rein, who sat in one of the sofas next to a sparking fireplace, he looked up and yelled "Hey Belo come over here!, i have something to tell you". Beloath walked up to him, sat down and looked up to the big man. "So, what now?" he said with a little smile on his lips. "I have a little plan for you young one, if you're in of course!". Beloath answered quickly "I'm in! or well that depends on what it is, please explain more" he said with an even brighter face than before.
"Well, i got a friend near Etaku the great volcano in the northwestern part of Viltropic, you might have heard of it before.. but that guy always wanted to have a young student or apprentice since his only child died with his wife at childbirth, and he told me once that he really wanted some one train up like himself at your age. And my question is: do you want to be his apprentice?" He looked at Beloath with a questioning face. The room was silent for a moment the burning logs crackled in the fireplace and Rein looked up again, "Well...?".
"I'm in!" Beloath said, "But how do i get there?". "You could go right through the jungle and around Etaku, but that's way to risky for a youngling like you" he said with a smile, "Or you take the ship from the harbor who is waiting for departure to Aqula the nearest village to Etaku, and you follow the lonely road to the edge of the volcano there, then after that you will see a little cabin up at the edge to the right from your side of the road" Rein turned around and saw that the first costumer for the day just arrived "Well i have work to do now and you have a ship to catch, i've already sent Triff your new master a letter, i knew you were in to this!". Beloath got stunned by excitement "What are you waiting for Belo, they ready to set sail down there, come on now lad! hurry!" he yelled with a smile.

The ship had just set sail to the little village of Aqula, when a big man walked up to Beloath and said with a piraty look "Halloy thar young one! are you goin' to the village or are you stayin' for a long ride?" Beloath looked abit scared from the giant and stammered forth a "We..well i'm going to Aqula for a visit" he got all red in the face and looked out to the sea to not look so stupid as he felt. "Aooj! Come on lad don't look so stupid, i have a task for you so you doesn't get the bad stomach you know ayy?". He looked att him with a grin "This trip is going to take some days so yo better get to work! follow me and ill show you what to do on this little beauty".

The evening was cold and Beloath, after a few days was atlast at the edge of the volcano, he saw the wooden cabin up the mountain. He started to walk of the road and came closer and closer to the little holdout Rein had told him to go to, it was dark outisde and the lights inside the house sparkled and swayed. Beloath knocked on the door and took a step backwards, few seconds later he heard light footsteps from inside, the door opened slowly and a little man showed his face. "You must be Beloath Remolan, right? the lad Rein sent" he said with a soft voice like the whispers from the wind. "Yes i believe that is me!" Beloath said with a lower voice than usual. "Well then.. you are welcome in, my name is Triff Lumbarey and this is my little cabin cave". The man quickly ran inside the house giggling with a smile on his face.

The journey continued and Triff trained young Beloath in the ways of an assassin, the man trained him to get really skilled with knives and how to make a powder that can be stored in a capsule which can create great smoke clouds. The time went on and Beloath got older and older, he was a man at 38 years when the most terrible thing took place right on the darkest night of the year.
Beloath woke up next morning and saw that every thing in the Cabin cave was trashed and destroyed, and right on the floor laid Triff Lumbarey dead with a cutlass in his back. After a whole day of crying and a terrible sleep, Beloath woke up next morning with an angry face thinking,
"My revenge will come"