Aragonia



Did you see that Shadow? - Aragonia Main Theme

Aragonia, a land of adventure, prosperity, and opportunity! The Festival of Bleda is about to start, shady individuals with blue cloaks & hoods wearing Iron suits of armor are scattered through out the crowd while some more interesting individuals are scattered in the Tavern or outside, waiting for the parade to start.

( Here is the full plot )

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A bard could be heard singing and playing his lyre right outside the Flaming Dagger Inn & Tavern, so people could enjoy themselves while the Festival was prepared and started, he was singing in Elvish.

In Jedem Vollen Becher Wein

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Aragon Sylvathi
100 Gold Pieces

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Aragon's eyes were positioned on the stand where the Festival was about to begin, people were crowding the plaza outside the Flaming Dagger, the Elvish Bard was swinging in his native tongue right outside the Tavern so he may entertain people while the Festival would begin. Aragon was sat on top of the "curb" of the fountain of the plaza, a perfect and unblocked view for him as he awaited for the Festival of Bleda to begin. Though he felt the air of uneasiness from the civilians, and even the guards on the plaza...something was going to happen on this Day. Aragon looked around in a casual but vigilant manner, quickly spotting out five blue-cloaked iron-armoured men, Aragon already knew to be on high alert on public festivals, but he's never had to combat against any religious fanatics or evil enemies.

Two men were diagonally left in Aragon's eyesight, which gave him a perfect undetected view of them as he continued to awaited for the Festival to begin. Upon his back was a quiver of twenty bronze arrows and his bow slung over the quiver and his back. With the belt equipped for holding a quiver and sword, to his left was his Bronze Rapier which hopefully would not be needed. His elvish ears and fair look stood out from the crowd, everyone could tell he was an elf, but not a vampire, that was kept a secret. The Vampire Elf tried to relax despite the mysterious blue-cloaked men scattered through-out the Plaza and began to listen to the Bard's music.

"Alkaroth forbid anything bad will hapen." Aragon Sylvathi said to himself in a hushed tone. He then proceeded to close his eyes and listen to the relaxing Elvish music.

Adam Johannson
100 Gold




Surprisingly stoic, the hulk of flesh and material just silently listened and observed. He is also well aware of bar brawls. But it did not matter whatsoever who starts one as it will be him who finishes it. Though no longer a paladin, Adam still has a regard for law and order. There should not be too much trouble though on his watch.

During the public festival, he looked around as if he was bored. Many civilians, some guards, a cutpurse or two. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Until he spotted multiple cloaked men with blue hoods. He didn't care though, as long as they were out of the way. If not...somebody must scrub the floor after the festival.

Caspian Lee Argo
100 Gold



Caspian and his closed friends in his crew were playing a game of cards in a corner near exit if the Flaming Dagger Inn & Tavern. Caspian and his crew had docked on the coasts of NordHawk 3 days before. After sailing away from Imperial Ward, he had planed to dock near the coast of Akterion to see the fabled Sanctuary. But after hearing word of the Festival going on in Zorrodawn, Caspian could not pass up the offer to drink and dance in celebration.

Caspian placed his cards down on the wooden table, facing upward so everyone sitting at the table could see, "Well my friends, Royal Flush" Caspian said with a hint of laughter in his voice. Every one of his crew member folded in exasperation, throwing there cards on the table, Caspian laughed, taking all the gold that was bet. "Aye Caspian, Is ye sure ya not chetin" asked Caspian's Elven First Mate, " Well I would never, I'm just goo at the game my friend" Caspian replied, laughing loudly. Caspian and his crew all laughed, his Dwarf Ship Right Axses, taking a large swig of his Mead, "Well Captain, after the festival were are we of to next". "Well Ax we will be...". Caspian was interrupted by a group of hooded figures walked into the Tavern. Caspian was not one to judge, but if Caspian ever saw a hooded figure walking toward him he would not hesitate to pull out his crossbow and end his sorry life right there. Caspian and his group continued to watch them suspiciously as they passed.

Skylar 100G/ Plaza Square

Was several miles away from the village, flying in the air, hundreds of feet above the ground, looking down upon the grass lands and trees. She smiled with glee as she lowered. Her wings flapping away as she saw the village in sight. The double pig-tailed girl landed a few blocks from the plaza, in the alley ways. Her small wings curve behind her back as she begins walking towards the Plaza. Arriving at the square she observed the area, smiling, seeing diverse races, cultures in act during the festival. Though a few laid sight upon her as if they'd never seen a Avariel, disgraceful.

Her elven ears perked up as she saw the fountain place a wonderful view of the festival and as well a cleaning spot for her wings, though her mother would of never let her do such vile things. She didn't care to be honest, as she walked towards the fountain she spotted a bulky man in a full suit of armor? As she looked to her right,spotting a man at the corner, such abstract colors or..so? As she looked behind her she spots a man a light blonde hair, wearing a black suit, such bad choices for festival attire. She stands her wings stretching out sideways as she dashes off into the air, only a few feet above ground.

She flew towards the man, landing as a gust of wind was created behind him, smiling as the bard didn't stop he seemed too focused on playing the wonderful music. " Such elegance " she stated, walking up towards the man, spotting his light blonde hair and his oddly pale skin. He was elven..but..what kind of elven species? Pondering over the question she looked up the mans fingers dancing along the strings creating such a beautiful music flow. She stood there such patience, waiting for them man to speak and as well passion for such beautiful elven music, honestly, she didn't care if the man did not want to respond.



Armor/Inventory

Head
N/A

Chest
White, Chain mail vest ( Is not visible unless you look closer )

Pants
White Dress, ends at the knee

Arms
White Shoulder pads

Feet
N/A

x1 Dagger
x1 Chocolate Milk
x1 MP Healing Item (I'll edit this later)
Avariel Bow
Quiver/w x19 Arrows
Magic Pickaxe
Rope
Torch

Aragon Sylvathi
100 Gold Pieces

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Aragon kept a casual eye on the blue hooded men, as like every other person. Aragon felt the a gust of wind blow his light blonde hair, turning his head to feast his eyes upon a beautiful Avariel. He sent a quick glance to the blue hooded men, spotting the Iron Swords at their belts, sheathed but nonetheless swords. His eyes darted back to the beautiful Avariel, whom he aapproached with a fair pace.

Aragon looked upon the Avariel and sent a deep bow before the lady, always customary of elves to be polite to their females. His right hand was on his stomach as his left hand was spread out, bending over to take a deep bow at the Lady. Standing back up he praised her beauty and fairness by taking her by the hand placing a gentle kiss upon it. Thus letting her hand retreat back into a neutral position, he introduced himself.

"What might an Avariel like thou may be doing here? Your grace and beauty dost not go unnoticed." He said, speaking in the most elegant tongue of the Common Speech.

Ryden Zenta
100 Gold






Ryden sighed as he wrapped himself quickly with a velvet, violet cloak to shield himself from the chills of the nightly breeze. The city of Zorrodawn was a gangly, chaotic mess right now because of the festival: drunkards roamed the streets and tried to get their grubby arms on the fair maidens who chatted about, only to get poked in the bum by the local city guards as a warning. He saw groups of friends surrounding a food stall, laughing the night away, genuinely enjoying each other's company; he felt a small pang of pain upon laying eyes on this bittersweet scenario, but he quickly looked away to cut off the source of his sadness. He spat onto the ground, tied his cloak harness on his chest, and threw the fabric behind him, creating a soft rippling effect against the wind, as he made his way through the crowd with unease. He decided that mulling over companionship would be a pitiful distraction in his quest for powerful, ancient magics and their applications. I left the college for this very purpose, I cannot stand to lose sight of my goal this early into my journey, he reminded himself sternly as he pushed his way roughly through the crowd. Apparently, the Festival of Belda was being held, according to the locals, in honor of his heroic triumph over Zhiena, some evil goddess from the underground. Pssh, what a load of hog wash, he thought to himself with an audible, condescending huff as he recalled the reason for celebration. No one really knew whether or not these stupid gods and goddesses really existed, and these sorts of stories ALWAYS had some sort of hidden twist in them. Ryden knew that the victors wrote the scrolls of history from their glorified point of view, and completely hacked off the monstrosities they committed against the opposing side; he becomes sickened at the idea of a twisted, exalted story declared as truth, as much as he didn't care about much of anything other than his own advancement in magic.

The cat boy took a deep whiff of the air, taking in all the scents of the festival, when suddenly, his pupils slit themselves sharply in a disturbing realization. There was an odd, disconcerting scent floating about, the smell of anxiety and worry. He noticed that all people except the mentally incapacitated, whether through alcohol or something else, had a look of nervousness on their faces that was alarmingly widespread all across the plaza. Of course, being one of the few Sabers in Argonia, a lot of the humans and elves from the crowd sourced their unease partially from the eerie sight of his abysmally dark hair and threatening scarlet eyes. He sensed, however, that he was the least of their troubles, as he noticed several blue coated, mysterious figures coming through the city. He tried to blend himself as hard as he could within the horde of people, trying not to draw attention to himself as he drew the hood of his purple cloak lower to cast a deeper shadow across his face. He skittered across the narrow spaces of the crowd, gracefully sidestepping the bodies, minding the drunks, the whores, and the hyperactive festival goers. He was so focused on speed maneuvering through the crowd, that he could not stop himself in time from bumping into this huge, hulking golem of a man, both figuratively AND literally. Ryden saw several prosthetic parts of unknown yet exotic material that replaced the organic limbs of the man. He gawked at him, rather rudely, in awe at the expert application of this magical procedure. Several thoughts coursed through his mind: he wanted to ask how he got those parts, who attached the limbs, how he put the man together, what kind of magical spells were used in his creation, and so many other insensitive inquiries that would earn him a knuckle sandwich if he dared to open his mouth and ask. Instead, he stood strong, looked the man straight in the eye, and offered his apologies for his clumsiness. "My name is Ryden. Ryden Zenta. I was dashing through the crowd and didn't really look at where I was going, so I'm sorry for bumping into you," he said apologetically with a small smile.

Abinnor, 100 pieces of gold.

He kept one scaly hand gripped on the handle of his greatsword as he patrolled the streets of the plaza where the Festival of Bleda was happening. Abinnor had been given specific instructions to be on the lookout for criminals and unlawful activities. Just moments ago he had to break up a fight between two drunken brawlers in one of the small alleyways, and he had to resort to violence to break the ruffians apart, and ended up breaking a few noses and arms. Many times it was only violence that the morally lacking understood.

His eyes looked over the crowd and few of the people gave him wary looks because of his dragon like appearance. He didn't care, he knew full well that humans and other races like them had reasons to possibly fear a dragonborn. Abinnor only cared about making sure that the law was upheld during the festival and his eyes spotted several interesting people. One was an elvish bard, another was a big hulking being who he wasn't sure what race he was of, and finally he saw an Avariel who were like elves but with wings and could fly. he made sure to keep a close eye on them encase they caused trouble, he always got a feeling when something possibly bad was about to happen and he was very rarely wrong.

The golem human mix shifted slowly as not to cause tremors across the festival. With an inhuman bass voice and acknowledgement to the diminutive being, he stated. "Understood, but I am disappointed that I didn't stick out like a nail. And I am what's left of Adam Johannson."

It seems that dark humor may be his way of clearing up tension. "I am also well aware of the attention I get. Not that it was ever asked for. Anyway, pleased to meet you." The golem wasn't going for much food or drink. Less organic material means less calories to eat. He was more bored or apathetic if anything. The small incident tempted the being to thank Ryden for the entertainment for further humor. The more fortunate part though was that Adam wasn't short tempered or petty. He let the youngster go, minding his own business.

Adolin Sinnet: 100G



Damn, what tension in the air. Adolin Sinnet made his way through the thick crowds, whistling a tuneless melody that only he could hear as it was washed away by the vocal uproar of the jubilant festival. Every street was packed with bright symphonies of troupers' music mingling with the laughter of the townsfolk, and yet, the air felt heavy. Though he managed a calm demeanor with his soft gazes and warm smiles at passerbys, his eyes were alert and his thoughts critical.

But the festival was a sight to see; a grand pandemonium of drunkards, sweet delicacies, and pure fun all rolled into this very night. Lights flashed with various colors by the flames of the performers and vibrant music filled the ears of all who was present tonight. Adolin even bought himself a sack of roasted honey-nuts from a stand operated by a generous old man, who happened to 'give' them to Adolin 'for free' when he wasn't looking. Icy eyes were alighted with mischief as the man indulged himself to the snack, his lips curling with delight at the taste.

But as he turned the corner, the air grew heavier still. Out from the crowd stood some ominous folk that seemed to be making their way across the center fountain of the plaza. As he and they crossed paths, Adolin flashed a polite grin at the blue-cloaked men who just mindlessly shoved him passed him with stoic expressions. Damn these rude bastards.

They were the cause of all of this tension.

So, with a genuine smile still gracing his lips, the sly man walked forward for another three seconds before turning on his heels in a subtle flourish, blue eyes glinting with curiosity as he followed them back towards the plaza.

Arijen Eldjarn: 100G

Backstory

Arijen opened the wooden door, to reveal a cacophony of music, singing and chatter, once his eyes had adjusted to the bright surroundings, he slowly began to take in the sights and sounds of this strange place. He stepped forward tentitively, understanding that he was on the second floor of a building of somekind, overlooking a vast plaza with a gathering of people. Intrigued, he returned to his adopted abode and collected his things, feeling reassured by his twin bronze blades that now rested by his waist. He once again looked at the mysterious note on the desk, before placing it into his pocket and began heading down towards the plaza.

Upon arrival on the plaza edge, he glanced back to the building he had descended and realised it was a tavern named 'The Flaming Dagger', from which there appeared to be some sort of commotion inside, yet he continued briskly towards the center of the square when a large group of people had begun to congregate. Upon closer inspection they were throwing small, silver medallions into the fountain, watched over by a large stone figure. Although the atmosphere was jovial, there was an underlying thickness to the air and people seemed somewhat cautious in their movements. Arijen looked up towards a large towering structure that he instantly recognised, 'The Citadel of Zorrowdawn', and felt an air of relief now that he was aware of his location.

At first it had not been apparent, but there was a distinct divide between those in the plaza, the majority of them were Nords like himself, characterised by their stark blue eyes and fair hair, yet some did not fit it, wearing imposing metal chestplates and were shrouded in dark blue cloaks, no doubt concealing weapons of some kind. A noise caught his attention as he wheeled round to face the tavern, the commotion had broken onto the street and a crown began to form. Slipping into the shadows, Arijen watched attentively from a distance.

Abinnor continued to watch over the crowds of people and his dragonborn eyes picked up on the suspicious looking men dressed in blue cloaks. He noticed that some of them were armed and wearing armor which was sufficiant enough for battle. Abinnor did not recognize them as being part of the city's soldiers and this made him even more suspicious of the cloaked men. He decided to get closer speciifcally keep an eye on them in case they became hostile and started attacking innocents. He slowly moved towards the men, not wanting to draw too much attention to them with his advance and create a violent scene with so many defenseless people around. He was so focused on the cloaked men that he walked right into Arijen and being over six feet tall and a dragonborn, he knocked the young man over. His attention was immediately drawn to the Nord and he offered a hand to help the man up.

"Apologies, my sight was focused on other things and did not see you" he said to Arijen, hoping that the man would accept his apology since he didn't give them out very often and he wasn't exactly in mood for dealing with angry people while he was keeping watch of suspicious looking men.

The commotion outside the tavern had grown larger, and Arijen noted the arrival of more of the cloaked men who appeared to be watching over the events carefully. Suddenly, he felt a shove from the side, sending him backwards onto the plaza floor, he instinctively reached for his sword, in anticipation to block an oncoming strike from the figure looming above. Yet it appeared the man has no intention of attack, and instead held out a hand.
"Apologies, my sight was focused on other things and did not see you" the man said as he outstretched his arm. Somewhat cautious of the hand, Arijen jumped up effortlessly, "likewise" he said with a small chuckle as he studied the stranger, noting the difference in appearance compared to the armour-clad men, "I suppose one can't be too careful, with all these dark-cloaks about"

Skylar/ Square Plaza/ 100G

Slightly annoyed from the man, simply sighing as she gave him a smile. She wasn't flattered nor did she want to praise him for 'knowing' that she was beautiful. " Thank you. " She says, staying close to the bard as she observes the area more closely. Her elven ears perked up, looking around as cloak men began to arrive. She stared at the men for a moment. Her wings stretching out once more, ignoring the pale man for now.

Shooting up into the sky a few feet from the ground, creating a gust of wind as she accelerated into the sky. The pigtailed girl hovered in the air, not caring if she causes much attention, 'Its getting interesting' she says, looking over the crowd, maybe she was getting a bit 'rude' and cautious, but she loved excitement. She backed up onto a roof, smoothly landing on a brick roof, staring across the plaza, scanning of shadowy figures.



Armor/Inventory

Head
N/A

Chest
White, Chain mail vest ( Is not visible unless you look closer )

Pants
White Dress, ends at the knee

Arms
White Shoulder pads

Feet
N/A

x1 Dagger
x1 Chocolate Milk
x1 MP Healing Item (I'll edit this later)
Avariel Bow
Quiver/w x18 Arrows
Magic Pickaxe
Rope
Torch

Aragon Sylvathi
100 Gold Pieces

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Aragon's kindness was apparently to no avail as his glare followed the Avariel's flight up unto the rooftops of the buildings. Having grown distracted, the sun was setting as a beautiful orange dim light covered the town, paper lanterns were turned on by the town janitors as an announcer went upon the wooden stage. Aragon managed to quickly run back to his own seat before a snobby rich woman sneered at him and went off somewhere else. From his pocket an apple was produced which he sent his teeth into and took a big bite out of it.

The announcer yelled out, "Greetings to all! Tonight we shall celebrate like every year before, we shall celebrate the Festival of Bleda on March the sixth, one-hundred Anno Domini after Bleda saved the world from Zhiena and the controlled gods!"

People cheered throughout the crowd as the blue cloaked men could be seen holding their swords' hilts, ready for something.

"Tonight will be a night of games, romance, fun, and drinking for which we shall hopefully enjoy!" The announcer yelled out. As he said so, two blue cloaked men walked behind the wooden platform, both of them with crossbows slung on their backs and a bag of bronze bolts at their weist. An assistant ran over to the announcer and brought him a small popper to explode into streamers of many colors.

"Let the festivities begin!" The Announcer said with a smile, popping the streamer as other big streamers flew down from the rooftops atop the Festival area.

Though, an iron knife was stuck through the announcer's chest, piercing the heart only to be shown on the other side, a bloody blade showing. The knife was ripped out of the dead man's chest and sheathed. The crossbow men took their crossbows and began shooting at civilians. The other blue-cloaked men drew their swords and charged at armed civilians, guards, and innocent bystanders.

Chaos was unleashed, people screamed and yelled everywhere as Aragon unsheathed his Bronze Rapier and took an arrow in his hand. He was going to have to protect himself.

A crossbow man shot a bolt at him which was deflected with the guarded hilt of his rapier, being protected. Aragon zigzagged around the aim of the man and charged.

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Two blue-cloaked men attacked the human Golem, the second crossbow man fired a bolt at the Avariel, caspian and his crew were encountered with five blue coated men, the Draconic was met with three, Arijen and and Adolin each had a single man against them. And Aragon dealt with a crossbow man and a nearby Cloaked Man.

Skylar

Smiled, hearing the joy of the crowd, hearing a loud booming voice, looking down once more, the announcer. She sat, still on guard of those suspicious blue cloaked men.

" Let the festival begin! "

Knowing that was the end of the speech until the announcer was struck with a dagger, being impaled, slightly seeing the gleam of the stained dagger. Everyone began screaming, people running, toppling over each other, attempting to shelter or safety.

An arrow was flying towards her, at fast speeds, though she had a plan, accelerating into the air, the arrow striking the brick roof. The cross bow man fired once more, arrows skimming towards her. This time she was ready, her hands gleamed with light, mumbling arcane words, as a ball of light began morphing into a elongated stick, looking like a lance, it dashed towards the crossbow man, burning off the skimming arrow and towards the man, though he quickly rolled to his side dodging the light lance, fire being created as it hit the wooden platform.

MP 280/300

The crossbow man was changing positions and on her quick time limit she looked down, seeing the golem, the robed human, and the praising elf, and if there were more fending off the hooded men she couldn't see them. The pigtailed girl, feeling her wings flapping in the air. Such commotion filled the area quickly, exciting! Pulling out her Avariel crested bow, her free hand grabbing out a arrow, positioning herself in the air, seeing the bowman that fired an arrow at her, aiming towards the bowman. Letting go of the string the arrow skimmed into the crowd, hitting someone, but unsure of who, slightly worried if she had struck an innocent being, though once the area cleared, she could see the blue cloaked man, fallen to the grown as he was struck in the shoulder.

This time she had an advantage, while the other cloaked men were fighting the innocent they seemed to not have enough time to protect one of there allies, and once again she readied 'Glitter Lance' once more, her arm raising seeing the blue bowman trying to evade the area, though she gave no mercy. Mumbling words of the arcane language once more, her palm gleamed of light and slowly a orb of light appeared, morphing into a elongated light stick, like a lance, it dashed across the plaza, towards the fleeing bowman and once he was strike by the light lance he was soon to be found majorly injured, the bowman didn't seem to be moving, he was either unconscious or dead.

MP 260/300

She used two major battle spells, though it didn't train her mana as much as she would of thought. Looking down upon the crowd, seeing the light blonde man, seemingly fending off the foes that killed the announcer. The pigtailed girl, dashed down towards the ground, quickly landing as she stood behind the elven man. Waiting if he needed quick support, and so, grabbing an arrow with her left arm and holding the arrow, the head, facing downwards to the ground, ready to stab a bitch foe.



Armor/Inventory

Head
N/A

Chest
White, Chain mail vest ( Is not visible unless you look closer )

Pants
White Dress, ends at the knee

Arms
White Shoulder pads

Feet
N/A

x1 Dagger
x1 Chocolate Milk
x1 MP Healing Item (I'll edit this later)
Avariel Bow
Quiver/w x18 Arrows
Magic Pickaxe
Rope
Torch

Adam was merely silent. Why would they attack the hulking being? Were they deliberately trying to provoke him? Either way, they were going to be many leagues under, rather than six feet under. A demonstration of his great strength is that what would be normally a two handed axe would be wielded as if it is one handed. His right hand held the main weapon while his left hand carried one of his dozen throwing axes. The throwing axes were smaller, but can be both melee and ranged weaponry. If they were charging right at the golem, the strength would be further demonstrated with a hefty cleave from his right hand.

MP: 45/50

Despite his leather armor, his golem prosthesis enhanced both strength and durability. Sure he's slow, but he can turn the enemy assailants into craters! Besides, if the enemy knew battle, Adam knew war. If they tried to take advantage of his slow speed, Adam has another trick up his sleeve. But now, it was time for butchery and Adam plans to deliver! The cleave can soften them up while he can crush the enemies later on. Perhaps he can help that youngster who bumped into him.

Abinnor was glad that the man had accepted his apology and when he heard Arijen mention the men in cloaks, he replied, "Stay on your guard, I do not believe these men have good intentions."

His instincts were telling him that the men were dangerous and he kept a close eye on them. He turned his attention to the speaker when he began to make announcements about the festival and then he saw the knife the man in the heart. Abinnor instantly reacted and drew his greatsword as three of the cloaked men advanced on him.

"Evil fiends! you all shall die by my righteous blade!!!" he shouted and charged the cloaked men. He parried the blow of one cloaked man and cut off his head with one mighty swing. he then quickly moved to engage the other two with flurry of fast strikes with his sword. When one of the criminals attempted an overhead slash, Abinnor counterattacked and sliced off the man's sword hand with incredible precision. the cloaked figure screamed in agony but only did so for a couple seconds before having the tip of Abinnor's blade thrust into the man's heart. When he pulled the edge out of the dead man, the third cloaked man was able to slash him in the side but luckily his chainmail and dragonborn scales protected him enough to make the injury minor and he whirled around at lightning fast and elbowed the man in the face, breaking his nose. The man stumbled back, clutching his bloodied face, from the blow and then had the top half of his head chopped clean off by a powerful hew.

Adolin Sinnet: 100G



Adolin Sinnet gave a small amused whistle as chaos suddenly erupted from within the crowds, running a hand through his unruly, brown hair. The strands remained standing up in peculiar, charming manner as he dropped his hands towards the hilt of his blade. He watched from backstage, hidden behind various equipment and decorations as he slowly drew out his sword, eyes scanning towards the source of this whole mess. The blue-cloaks seemed to be moving in units of pairs and individuals, hopping down from the platform with hungry swords and angry bolts. Already the streets was slick with blood, the innocents given no chance to even react.

But scattered about the massive wave of sweat and fear, a few were immediately at arms, magic flaring hot on their hands. One such hero seemed to be a winged elf, who flew above the masses and struck down the savages with light magic so dazzling that it looked like as if she was an Angel sent from the Gods themselves to execute the condemned. Another was a man who seemed to have been reincarnated as a machine, for the Golem prosthetics were evident in his brute strength, a single punch tearing through their lines.

Here and there were stationed these brave individuals, standing their ground as mayhem ran rampant though the screaming flurries of bodies. Teeth barred and weapons raised, they face these mysterious blue-cloaks with a certain blood lust that appealed to Adolin. The man grinned, sucking a breath between his teeth. Who should he accompany in this grand brawl, a surprising twist to the festival's 'main event'?

His blue eyes flared with such intensity as the excitement pulsed within his veins. Rolling his shoulder back, the man stepped out from his hiding place and brandished his gleaming blade. Adolin raise the sword towards his face, his lips barely touching the untarnished seal. With a gentle whisper, the wanderer coaxed living magic within the veins of his sword; the process was so delicate that it seemed like he was kissing the cold bronze as he trailed the incantation down the length of the weapon.

Glowing light burst from the sword as his lips reached the end, the magic breathing from the metal in radiance. Twirling the sword in his hand, he leaped down from the wooden stage and directly into the eye of the storm, where he had caught the attention of several blue-cloaks that saw his spell activated. With a wink to his enemies, Adolin stepped forward and brought his sword forward in a powerful, horizontal stroke.

It seemed that the commotion seemed to have congregated at the nearby tavern, the Flaming Dagger. As bodies dropped to his feel, Adolin made his way towards it.

Mana: 90/100
Divine Touch: x1

Ryden Zenta
100 Gold






Ryden's bright, crimson eyes sparkled as he awed at the golem man's deep, rumbling voice, and the silent authority of his speaking manner. "Understood, but I am disappointed that I didn't stick out like a nail. And I am what's left of Adam Johannson." The boy looked him up and down, and slightly reached out to his heavy, metallic arms, eager to analyze but careful not to prod like an annoying twat. "I am also well aware of the attention I get. Not that it was ever asked for. Anyway, pleased to meet you." He nodded at his response in acknowledgement, yet he continued to stare at the wondrous invention of a man. Before he could ask anymore questions though, an announcer's voice boomed all across the plaza to acquire to attention of the festival goers. Ryden stood at attention, slightly startled by the sudden noise, and did a pirouette on his heals to turn towards the source of the attention. The man on stage droned on and on about unnecessary greetings, petty festival back story, and the cliche'd themes of a celebration: fun, romance... He boxed the intruding voice away from his auditory senses and yawned loudly. Intoxication, saying things you'll regret, stuffing yourself 'til you're fat, yada yada yada. Typical, useless entrances. People are already getting themselves into troub... His thoughts trailed off abruptly as he noticed the blue cloaked men slowly surrounding the stage. They approached with such brilliant subtlety that when Ryden swept his gaze across the crowd, most people didn't even take notice of their presence. This worried him greatly, and he prepared himself for anything chaotic to break out.

His thoughts fulfilled themselves as he spotted two blue cloaked men in crossbows who sneaked up the stage and used the darkness to cloak themselves into the background. Ryden was about to lob a Ravage spell in their direction, but this particular thought manifested itself too late as a gleaming steel blade latched itself into the heart of the announcer. All hell broke loose then, as the mysterious figures unsheathed weapons, melee and ranged, to take down the civilians. Two enemies hurled themselves against the hulk of the man, and he leaped sideways into a roll to get out of the way. He saw what remained of Adam Johannson marvelously cleave through two men in a powerful fashion. He wanted to clap and cheer at this amazing display, but of course, he would not be beaten in a show of strength and ferocity; he wouldn't be a Saber if he merely backed down and let the others do the dirty work. He sprung into the heat of combat, yelling with all his might, and found himself surrounded by blue cloaked men, all of them distracted by his battle lust. "Good, I see you've taken noticed!" He shouted proudly, and as they began to close in after him, he murmured his Fireball spell, channeling his arcane prowess into the base of his palm to give the shots a good, explosive show (MP: 290/300). One enemy braved to charge at him head on, to his delight, and the man attempted to lunge his sword straight into his heart. But Ryden, swift and sleek like a panther, spun to the right and unleashed a ball of intense flame straight to his enemy's vulnerable side, which sent him flying off to the other end of the plaza with bombastic display(MP: 280/300). the Saber boy laughed with such mirth, that as enemies rushed at him with all their might, he still continued to guffaw at his own "hand-made" fireworks. Five seconds before their blades could meet with his mocking face, however, he quickly muttered the spell of Forceful Gust (MP: 245/300), and punched the ground beneath him to recoil the wind from his spell back into himself to launch his body high into the air. As he accelerated upwards against the will of gravity, he again commanded his mana to flow into his finger tips, where dark energies began to crawl all over (MP: 230/300). At the peak of his self catapult, he spread his arms wide and shoulder length, to summon the shadowy claws from the ground, and swiped the air in front of him to send them binding and slashing at his ground bound, grouped up foes. The umbral talons hacked away at his enemies without hesitation, dismantling their bodies rather cleanly, yet mercilessly, allowing him to land with relative safety save for another landing roll across the plaza. He patted his hands together, huffing with smugness and self-praise, and turned towards the rest of the would be enemies. "Would anyone like to be next?" He asked in sly, mocked enticement.

Caspian Lee Argo
100 Gold



Caspian and his crew held up there mead and yelled a hardy laugh, but they became bead silent when the announcer was stabbed and the blue hooded figures began to attack civilians. 5 of the hooded figure decided to challenge the Twisted Fate crew, that was a horrible mistake. "Aye,Aye I think this hooligans are looking for a fight" yelled Ax. "Haha I think so my dear dwarf" replied Drakes his First Mate.

"Well men, let us show them what us pirates can truly do" yelled Caspian laughing and they jumped into battle. Ax quickly ran to a hooded man who had unslethed his blade. He made a wide ark, intended to cut the head off the little dwarf, but with Ax's speed he was able to duck under the blade and rolled through the man feet, he grabbed his bronze axe and smashed the blade of his axe into the man's crotch, making the man scream and fall to the floor. Ax smashed his axe into the man's head, delivering the killing blow " Get wreaked human lad luber" yelled Ax as he dance on the dead man's body. He jumped onto another man's head and began to wail on it.

Drakes lifted up a table onto a side and hid behind it, taking cover from the bolts rains from the mens cross bows. He looked over the table and saw the Ax was distracting one of the men, giving him the perfect shot. He took out his Two-Handed Crossbow and aimed at the man's back. He breathed once, closed his eyes, and took the shot. With a wet thunk the man went down. "Good job Drakes" yelled Ax "Aye" he yelled back and he watch as Ax smashed his axe into another man's leg tendon, forcing his to the ground.

Caspian pulled out his Cutlass and cut the neck of the man who had fallen to the floor. Pulling out his One -Handed cross bow and shot a bolt directly into the last man's head. "Well men, it think the festival just became more entertaining" yelled Caspian. "Let's have some fun men" as he walked out the door in the chaos out side.