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Alright. That'll help with the CS creation. Thank you thank you~

Ragna managed a weak smile at her words. " Yeah. That hurt me. I can only imagine what it felt like for you." He noticed her body shivering and realized that not all races could deal with the temperature difference as well as demons. Taking the chance he draped his arm over her and pulled her towards him. He knew that demons tended to run slightly higher in the temperature department which is why they made for such great soldiers. " For warmth, seeing how cold you are." He smiled lightly, hoping she would try to stab him or something. Either way, a few hours passed and the storm did not let up. By then the supply of firewood was low and the two of them were dry. But still the wind whipped and lightly cracked over head. Raganrok thought solemnly what would happen if a strike hit the land above them. Would it kill them, or merely just cause discomfort? Nature seemed to answer that thought when the cave shook. Dirt showered down the two of them. Then it was silent save for the crackling of the fire. Seconds passed before a loud rumble could be heard and before Ragna could even react the front of the cave closed like a mouth devouring it's prey. The outside world was locked away from them. Silence followed as even the sounds of the storm were cut off from them. Coughing, Ragna removed his arm from Lydia to cover his mouth. The plume of dust settled moments later and Ranga looked to where Lydia was. The truth dawned on him as he realized the two of them were trapped. The only way to go would be into the mine, hoping that there were other exits. ' This isn't what I meant by spend more time with her.' He silently cursed fate and before he could think about what to say he blurted out. " Well at least our clothes are dry..."

Alright~ give me some time and I'll have my first fellow's CS up

Cool cool. So quick question. Is everything about them the same minus their personality?

Time passed on. Day turned to night. The two travelers exchanged small talk but not much else. Just enough to occupy the silence that would encroach on them but not enough to draw them closer. Three days passed like this when the distant sound of the river could be heard crashing over the rocks. Ragna's helm sat over the hilt of his blade as they did not encounter any demons or any other hostiles in the days that they were traveling. The rain started as a light mist at first then gradually got heavier till it was a monsoon. The wind picked up and whipped through the trees sending old branches cracking and falling to the ground. Ragna had to pretty much yell over the weather to have Lyida hear him. Or maybe so he could hear himself. " We need to find cover before this gets any worse!" He felt that his voice was swept away in the wind but knew that she heard him. Hopefully. Off to the side of the road was a indent in the hill. A small cave that must have been used by countless travelers because there was a fire pit and even a small stack of dried wood. Ranga gently nudged Lydia towards it and pointed. " Till this lets up." Hoping she heard him he started towards it. That was when the first flash of lighting came. The bolt struck in front of them sending a tree up in splinters. Then the roar of the thunder cracked over head. Letting loose the anger of the gods in one boom that lasted several minutes. As Ragna entered the cave he realized that it went in much deeper then he thought. "Must be an old mineshaft." He said outloud more to himself then Lydia who he knew would be behind him somewhere. His soaked hair hung down in his face which he quickly tucked behind his ears and let out a sigh. " I hate the rain. Always ruing everything. Though this is much more then rain, huh..." He glanced towards Lydia who was also soaked. "I'll start a fire." He mumbled as he piled the dry and broken pieces of wood into the fire pit. Summoning the little bit of magic he could do, Ragna created a small blaze from the center of the wood and soon it was crackling nicely. After doing that the demon removed his armor and set it by the fire to dry before taking his own spot next to the fire so his clothes could dry as well.

I'm placing my call for Fire~ Will work on as I get time. Moved to Characters tab.

I was hoping to do the Medieval/magic world.

Ragna chuckled at her response. " Was told I always had a crowd winning smile. Though that is more of Baal's department. I'm more of a hack n slash type of fellow." He removed his helm once more now that his brother was gone, as was the smell of sulfur. " I should probably mention that most we demons and the angels can be bound by our words. Think of it as a limiting system. We all pledge some type of allegiance to our kings and we can pledge our services to others, or be forced to serve. Demons call it making an 'Oath' and Angles call it a 'Pledge'. Either way it is the same. As long as I am alive and as long as you are traveling with me no harm that I can stop will befall you." He let out a deep sigh before putting a slight smile on his lips. " Not really a question. But my Brother Baal was the only one that was neutral to me. He neither hates nor loves me. He is also the only one of my family to ever be accepted as Belial's Seer. We tend to lean more towards the armies rather then the knowledge. I know you may not get what he meant but he delivered me a message which is really great. Chaotic and all that." "Though if you are asking if I have any questions. I kinda want to learn more about my traveling companion. Like why did you end up in Termina. Why not sell your services to dwarves, or do something else?"

Yeee sounds like a plan.

Seems unique. Interested ^_^