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Ranga took another look at the mushroom before popping it into his mouth. He chewed it for a second before swallowing and making a disquieted face. " Those are so not delicious." He spit off to the side before wiping his tongue. " Belg. That tasted worse then the cooking at the academy." He picked up his sword and swung it over his shoulder. His eyes catching a rune on the bare spot where he just took the mushroom. His gauntleted hand traced it for a second before he rubbed the stone. It was smooth as glass which was really odd despite the amount of moss that surrounded it. Not really one to tempt fate at the moment he let it slide. With a few purposeful steps he moved from his side of the cavern to where Lydia was. " Listen. Lydianna. There is one more thing I want to do before...or if we make it out." He knelt down to get on her eye level and bowed his head slightly. " I, Raganrok, Make an oath to you to protect you from all harm that this trip will impose as well as after. If you so desire I will escourt you from the demon lands just as I escourted you into them." As soon as he finished the words he felt the chains wrap around his body. He never did understand how oaths and the such worked. All he knew was that if he broke them the body would be twisted beyond repair and the pain would everlasting till he died. Which was always a good motivator. With that out of the way he stood up and offered her a small smile. " Will that put you more at ease. I may be daft, however I am not completely unaware of social situations. I know you only talk when I prod you. Why it can be multiple things I think...Unless you just hate me...Or..." He stopped himself as soon as he realized he was going off track. " Anyway. We should go. Day's...or..Night..or Cavern time's burning." He turned around, hoping she wouldn't notice him biting his lip as he trekked off down the shaft.

Name: Sven Kaplan Age:21 Apperence: Personality: Sven has always been a go with the flow type of guy. He has never had to really work with anything in his life which slowly drove him into the whole gang scene for something interesting. From an early age he always got a thrill from doing things on the other side of the law even though his parents were the strictly religious types. Weapon of choice: Trench knife, and his dad's Springfield Armory XDM Standard 45 ACP 4.5" which he stole.

Ragna calmed himself slightly when he realized that he started to mumble to himself again. Rubbing the back of his head he listened to what Lydia was saying. " Or it goes down into the depths of the earth, only coming back up at the edge of Dwarven lands. Though I guess we don't have much of a choice in the matter. Onward and downward I suppose." Moments of silence passed before Ragnarok managed to find the words to break it. " Listen. Lydia. I know I am not the most trustworthy of fellows...or the most social. And for that I am sorry. It's just my life has only consisted of killing and death. My only friend was my blade and a certain Hellhound that is now most certainly dead...and I have no idea why I am telling you any of this..." He closed his eyes and let out a slow and matriculated sigh. " I'm sorry for my random outbursts into my life which you have no interest in. It's just you are the first humanoid, I should say, that has shown me anything akin to kindness. To be completely honest, even with the demonic hordes on our tails and being trapped in a cave, this is the most at ease I've been in...well since I can remember." They entered out into a open spaced cavern that was covered in the lichen. Every inch of it with swirling designs. It was almost too intricate to be a fault of nature. It made Ragna pause for a second. " What if that sound wasn't bats. But a race that disappeared into the earth? I mean there are several stories of war like beings that were driven underground by the dwarves centuries ago...Actually I'm sorry. I like to distract myself in situations like these and it is amazing what you can come up with." He shook his head to get the thoughts from his mind. " We should rest here. It'll do us some good. And we can figure out if those fungus are edible." He set his blade down against the wall and scraped one of them off the wall. Ragna sniffed the mushroom and noted a light tangy smell. Earthy of course. With the barest hint of something. He wasn't sure what but he decided to look over his shoulder at Lydia. " Should I?" He said with a playful smile.

Cyrus covered his face with the black cowl as soon as he scaled the wall to the keep. The three patrols were quickly dispatched and he was on the move. His bandaged feet barely making a sound against the cold, hard cobblestone walkways. The mission was simple. Get in. Get the mysterious blank book. Kill the official. Get out without being seen. Or at least without leaving anyone that saw him alive. Dawn started to break the darkness that Cyrus clung to for both comfort and ease of access. The rising sun painting the cloudless sky a collage of colours. Reds and oranges lit his face up for only a moment before he slinked further into the keep to find his prize. Torches decorated the walls and gave off the slightest amount of heat. Just enough for him to get a feel for the environment. As he rounded the first corner three guards walked abreast chatting idly. Not even slowing down, Cyrus called for his magic. In three practiced moves that almost resembled dancing the three soldiers fell on the ground boiled alive inside their armor in just an instant. He hopped over their corpses and continued down the hallway till he came to a pair of gilded doors that just screamed 'Dukes room.' Cyrus never did understand why dukes and kings always chose the most magnificent room. At least Generals could usually defend themselves such as Cyrus could. Kings tended to be soft. With a sigh he pushed the door open and slipped inside Seeing the Duke hunched over a reading table with a small reading candle perched on top. He was peering at the odd metal book with a fascination that couldn't be described. Shrugging the easiness of it all He put a dagger into the Dukes throat and took a look at the book. The first page held a girls name in the most immaculate writing he ever saw. "I thought this book was blank..." With renewed interest he pushed the dukes corpse to the floor reveling for just a second at how the body bled out before taking a seat and picking through the pages and seeing several words he never heard before. " The duke never had this nice of hand writing. There must be a reason why he betrayed my king..." He talked to himself as he picked up the dukes quill, noted that it did not have fresh ink on it, and dipped it in the inkwell. He wrote the first thing that came to his mind on the page at the end of what could be called a list of foreign words. "*The duke lay dead at my feet with odd writing in the supposed blank metal book. The mystery only serves to be deepened by his betrayal of my liege. Just what secrets does this thing hold*" Looking down at the corpse he regretted for just a minute for killing him before getting an answer. Sighing he put the book in the folds of his cloak along with the quill and inkwell. " Whatever it is. I need some time before handing it over." He slipped out of the Keep and rather then return to his camp he moved into the nearby forest hoping to gain a deeper insight into it.

Ragna had a feeling it would be something like that. " This. This is why I hate nature. And life. Life sucks." He grumbled angrily his hand resting on a decent sized rock. " Did I mention I hate tight spaces as well?" He shook his head and started to gather his armor before deciding to only take the gauntlets and boots. He took his chain and made a makeshift harness with it to attach his claymore to before glancing over at Lydia. " Well I'm as ready to go into the darkness as you are." His molten eyes seemed to light up slightly at the prospect of being submerged in the darkness. And while they could both see in the dark. So could a lot of other things. And who knew what manner of beasts resided in this cave. Or how deep it went. Ragna's mind raced in a million different directions. Shaking the thoughts off he looked over at Lydia and asked. " Are you ok. Warm enough? I mean...did I overstep my bounds by doing...I'm going to just..." he started to mumble under his breath as he messed with the bindings on his gauntlets. Deciding rather then dig the hole he was in any longer he started to move forward still mumbling something under his breath about bad timing and getting stabbed. As the two of them moved deeper into the mine it gradually sloped down and got slightly warmer. The walls were decorated in luminescent fungi and lichen. Besides their steps and breathing the only real sounds they heard were the occasional drip of water from perspiration and an odd scratching sound that seemed to echo for miles.

Bah nothing to apologize for. I write as much if not more. Or less. Depending on the situation. Besides. Quality over quantity.

Books since they are the same yet separate Also I never judge...Well I judge everyone...but I make it a point not to speak about my judgements. But nah. It's your Rp. Besides I need to get a pack of smokes before the store in my town closes x.x

Yeah yeah

Nifty nifty. Did you get the photo? or should I just write out what he looks like?

Name: Cyrus Sinclair Age:25 Gender:Male World:Medieval Looks: Bio:Cyrus has always been a prodigy when it came to fire magics and from a young age he trained in his fathers academy for his kings army. At the age of twelve he joined his kings army as a magus and over the course of the next ten years he moved up the ranks as both a tactician and soldier. His constant success did well for his life but not so well for his personality. Due to said victories, Cyrus became quite pompous in his actions. Demanding things and if he couldn't get them killing whoever said no. As such he ended up put on a special strike team designed for emotionally or mentally unstable pro's. That has been his job for three years. Etc: He uses his gloves as a medium for his power and the chains as whips if need be. ( I think I got everything ...)