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[Please play as furre, unless you want to be called 'Hyooman.' :P]

He stood before the wooden door, blue key inserted in the lock, just sitting there. The hall about was quiet, and the need to keep it locked seemed non-existant, yet he was paranoid. Paranoid they would come for him in his sleep.
With a sigh, black gloved hand and white fingertips grasped the key, and pulled it out. He dropped it in a small pouch quickly, and pat it firmly, reassuring its existance.
The young man, if he could be called that, turned, and gazed down the hall. Akanar's room... that... other guys room... mine... On and on, registering each one in morning routine. Of course, he was the last one up, and mainly on purpose. It was too bothersome to try and eat with the lot of them.
A small grin slid across his maw, and gold eyes closed. "No need to be so nervous." He reassured himself, "Its just home..."
With that, the lazily clothed creature strode towards the stairs. Red hair, crumpled clothes, and messy tail made him quiet a vision of loveliness, in that sarcastic way.

Slowly, I opened my eye's.
well, i thought to myself, it's morning, looks like i got away again. i gave a big yawn as i slowly stretched and then slowly worked my way towards the end of the tree limb i had slept on. with a sudden spring of energy, i lept down onto the grass, and immediatly slipped on the wet dew and fell. quickly, i got up and ran back towards the base of the tree.
"well, at least i finally lost those hunters." i said quietly to myself. "now then, time to see if i cant find me some breakfeast".  keeping to the shadows, i slowly worked my way out of the small park and into the town.


*yeah, i cant rp worth shit, go ahead and say it*

[o its ok I suck too LOL  And i'm uncreative so i'm going to play off of you LOL]

* Fire watches as the male that was sleeping below her slips on some morning dew.  she silently laughs at him not wanting him to realise her presense.  she has been following him for 3 days now, having nothing better to do, she enjoys watching him make a fool of himself.  She sees that he is walking off into the shadows and afriad of losing her entertainment source, she leaves her post and and fallows him.  making sure to keep out of site.*

He continued stalking about the halls of Zanon, looking around at various things, ranging from the personal blacksmith, to the thrones. He halted for a moment, listening to the silence. Not a single explosion from downstairs, no arguements from the halls. No smithy's hammer on steel, no rough knights pushing each other and laughing.
He shruged it off. Maybe they were all out drinking or something. Primes knew they were religious beings, and since it was that time again, they were probably worshiping the Prime M'Rill. If he was thinking right, he had actually seen her in full glory. But, then again, she was a greedy one.
Now, as far as he knew, Primes walked about. He'd seen Jujinka once, the tiny prime of spring. She covered him in.. 'love sparkles' as people called it... Then she made him basicly sit in a patch of flowers.
He tromped down the stairs, and then quickly flopped down onto 'his' chair, kicking his fuzzy legs out. With a yawn, he laid there, waiting for a passerby.

As I slowly made my way through the shadows, I suddenly smelt something in the wind. It was those same guyz who were after me last night. "Crap" i thought. They were definetly getting closer, i could hear them talking now. "yeah, im pretty sure we lost him somewhere around here" i heard one of them say. "damn it, i gotta find a place to hide, or else im dead". as i slowly made my way down the back part of the town, i spotted a building. "hm, looks fairly simple, i guess ill hide in there till things cool down". suddenly, i saw a group of people coming out of the building. "fish" i said under my breath. looking around quickly, i saw a back alley right next to the house. without a second thought, i dove into the alley....and landed smack into some metal garbage cans. "damnit" i thought, "cant i do anything without falling or making a total idiot of myself?"  "Hey, what was that?" i could here one of the people from the group say. " I dunno, let's check it out." i looked over to my side, and saw a door. " dear God, please be open" i thought as i ran to the door and tried it. it opened, and i fell into a pitch black room. "oh great, now where am i?

* I fallowed my source of entertainment for a while, until he suddenly stopped.  Thinking he had smelt me i crawl into a nearby shrubbery.  I back up far enough to avoid being seen, but I'm still able to keep an eye on him.  I finally smell what he smells. " Damn, its those stupid hunters from yesterday.  well i'll just stay here until they move on."  Realizing i may be stuck in this shrubbery I start to look around.  I Don't see anything but darkness in every direction except the way I entered. *



 

"Feh." He mumbled audibly, voice only answered by empty hall's echo, mock version of his voice. Red haired canine sat, golden eyes flickering up and down the hall. Surely by now someone would have come by? Some other of the castle's residents? But nay. Not a single one.
A chill ran through his spine. It only got like this whenever there was trouble nearby. A necromancer, a demon, or even a vampire. But for no reason? Never.

Little did he know about the exitement going on elsewhere.

"Ah crap, what am i supposed to do now?" i slowly got up and felt for a lightswitch. instead, i found a doorknob. slowly, i turned the knob and opened the door. "hmmm, now what's this place?" i said to myself as i slowly made my way down the hall. "well, at least ive lost those guys, i think". i turned a corner and froze. there was someone in the next room! "crap, why can't i ever escape easy like in the movies?" i thought. whoever it was, they were sitting down in a chair and had their back to me. "well," i thought to myself, "ive got to options. i can either take this guy out and try and get outta here myself, or i can trust this guy and pray that he doesnt turn me in".
     well, i've never had to kill anyone before, and im not gonna start now.  so, putting on my best help-me-im-lost look, i slowly started towards him.

He heard the sound of footsteps, and an ear cocked in the approaching one's direction. "Mitsura?" he asked. Swiftly, head turned as well, body rising, then turning fully, "Oh... sorry. Thought you were someone else."
The fellow was dressed casually. Loose black and grey shirt was cut in a V, white, fluffy chest fur sticking out through it. Pants were a shade of dirty white, loose and the like. Shoes weren't shoes at all. They were tough, dyed red cloth, tied around black and white feet with red ribbon. Belt was wrapped around his waist twice, a thin and gangly fellow.[http://us.vclart.net/vcl/Artists/Saffire-Raynius/GiftArt-Trades-Requests/bashe2.jpg]

"Uh..." He murmured, "I've never seen you around, and I know almost everyone to walk around here..." A slightly nervous voice. He was still sort of jumpy over what he had been told weeks earlier, about someone who was intending to kill all of the Firewolf clan. He hopped to god the one standing in front of him wasn't that person.
Because if it was...


He would have to scream and run franticly.

o gosh now I have to stratch my brain into thinking of something.  hmm best wait because all that is on my mind isn't allowed in this topic  ;)  

"umm, hiya. sry, um."  *God* i thought to myself. *ok, ive got the hunters on my tail, a group of people outside, and this dude* "might as well get this over with and pray something doesnt happen"
"ok, look. i know u dont know me and i dont know u, so ill make this short. ill spare u the details, but im being chased by a few guyz who ummm, u could say dont exactly like me.....alive. please, i just need a place to hang low for a while. i dont have a lot of money, but i swear ill find a way to pay u back."
suddenly, my ears perked up, someone had justed come in! i slowly looked at the guy with desperate eyes.

Bashe nodded. "Alright..." He looked over the feline with a warm gold glance. Nothing alarming about him, so, he wasn't bothered. "Anyway, I don't think anything drastic will happen here... though, its been known to happen. This is Zanon, the white kingdom." The wolven creature yawned slightly, and sat back down. "Take note if you have anything dark in your veins. You'll get tired."
He scratched behind his right ear, "Now... what's chasing you? A necromancer? Demon? Vampire? If its a Vampire, its too be expected, since an army is rumored to be coming here..."

No no, not a vampire. these people are chasing me. they....they think i killed someone....and they're out to kill me. i dont know who the heck they are or who they're talking about. but they've been chasing me for almost 2 months now. ive lived as an outcast from society, running from town to town, living off scraps, or hiding out with those who believed me.  people like u.

"Oh, thats reeeeeeeeeeeeal encouraging!" He joked. "But anyway, you should be safe in Zanon, if those blasted knights and mages and what not get here. Oy..."
He rubbed his paw on his pants, and extended it in a pawshake. "I'm Bashe. Bashe Firewolf. And you are?"

*slowly shakes his paw* . "Call me siron. Just Siron. now then, what's this places story? seeing as how i might be hiding here, i might as well find out where im at." Zanon, it seems to ring a bell somehow, but im not sure.

Bashe motioned for him to sit down. This was going to be a long story indeed. "Well, as much as I know, this place was founded by a group of people, who I only know two of. 'The Hare' and 'Shirana.' Now, both beings were white mages, embued with the true power to harness every bit of white power. Now, before this place was founded... they were in battle.
"They're foe was a powerful Necromancer, possibly the most powerful to walk the world, named Xelloss. He could kill you, and bring you back before you were even dead a minute. You could still remeber everything that made you... you."
He sighed, getting a little mental attack, "Well, eventually, they drove him off. They didn't kill him though, so he went into hiding, biding his time, and getting stronger. During this time, they founded Zanon.
"So, the years passed, and Zanon got full of people. An alchemist named Nyxsys, I think, took over the basement, and you can normally hear explosions from down their. My friend Syou took up residense in a tower, and Fang just kinda floated in an out.
"This time was when the Necromancer wars happened. Luckily, I wasn't here at the time, otherwise I would've been treated as an enemy. A friend of a Necromancer, and... I suppose a tool, or creation of one. I don't know how, I don't know when, it just ended, and everyone went on as normal. Here is where I came in, and started haunting the halls."
He gazed about, idly, staring at the walls, "Haunting them indeed."

"Haunting them eh? That sounds-" *bam* someone was banging on the door! "ah crap! They're coming for me!" Fudge! please tell me that those doors are strong? man, i gotta go find a place to hide. i probly dont stand a chance against those guyz! crap, is there somewhere i can go or something?

Famus last wards.

I have checked the door, no trap lies ahead of us :D  

*i awoke suddenly to find that night had fallen.   having no hope of finding entertainment source, I decided to try and find the nearest town instead.  As I stood up and dusted myself off my stomach grumbled.   "Damn, i forgot to eat,  the next town better be nearby."  Luckily for me it was, but as I entered the outskirts of the city I saw an army of vampires comming in from the south.  "Aww shit"  I ran.  The last thing I wanted was to meet up with them again.  I headed east for what seemed like forever, evetually I came to a series of caves.  I chose the closest one and ventured in.  As i creeped into the darkness, a dank smell filled my nostrils.  Something heavy hit me on the back of my head and nocked me unconcouse.*

third person past tense is so much fun LOL.  please ignore the boringness and the spelling mistakes LOL.

He narrowed golden eyes, and pushed himself to his feet. Damn. Never have I seen anything get through those doors... and I think they will.... Paw swiftly delved into brown bag, and pulled out a silver-blue key.
"Siron, take this, and run to the rooms," He pointed at a door to their left, which was to the hallway. "Go up the stairs, and go into the room marked 10. Lock it. That room is mine. I'll try to hold them off..."
Doubt was lurking heavily in his voice as he spoke of holding them off. He knew he was no great mage, or fighter. Hell, he could barely keep himself alive, much less another person.
"And if you think that the door won't hold..." He added, "It will. Its enchanted with white magic. Once its locked, nothing can get through without that key. Now get out of here! Now!"
With that, left paw lit on fire, black-grey flames with hint of red and orange covering the hole length of it. That fire was his, drawn from his own energy. Perhaps the strongest fire 'spell' he knew.
And if Siron was watching after he had ran, if he had of course, he would have noticed Bashe sag in his stance slightly. Perhaps it was the after affect of the spell.

But, after Siron ran, if he did, the first wave would smash through the door; and perhaps Siron would hear his howl, and feel the heat and light of fire on his back.  

"Damn, I thought he was gonna come with me" i said under my breath. The door was slowly giving way. Slowly, i turn around and started for the hallway, but then stopped. "Damn my good natured ways", i thought.
quickly, i spun around and brought out the only weapon i had with me, my short sword. the blade was old and slightly rusted, and the once glimmering handle had lost it's shine long ago. it wasn't much of a sword, but it would serve it's purpose, perhaps for the last time. i came back to Bashe's side.  "Hey, I ain't letting u go at those damn things all on you're own" i said. "and seeing as how u aint coming with me, i might as well show you how to fight." (God) i thought, (cant ever seem to let go of that ego of mine, can i?) "We might just have a chance at this.  If you can hold take care of a few of them and stall for a bit of time, i might can finish the rest of them off."
Suddenly, the door finally gave way.
"Here they come!" i shouted. Quickly, i stepped back and brought my sword parallel to my chest.  slowly, the sword began to glow a very dim blue.

"Hmph. I've only died once..." He murmured to himself, as he leapt into the fray.
Bashe never was much of a physical fighter, anyway, more a person to slip out of the way, but be crippled when he only once. Such was his major disadvantage, and his speed wasn't exactly the best of any furres he knew. Hell, Syou herself was much faster than him, and he only beat her with confusing and elaborate moves... and a hard skull.
Ducking and leaping, he did best to confuse his foes, which, usually worked, leaving them open to a blast of flames. Now, he had never delt with the undead before, unless you counted close friends, so, he was unsure of how to kill.
"Heh..."
White fingers moved about as if weaving string with hands alone, and within a few seconds, a small thread of orange flame appeared. Tossing it, he leapt backwards. Hopefully it didn't hit that Siron fellow. It'd probably light him on fire, or make him blind for a few seconds.
"Don't you go and think you're better than me just because you've got yourself a weapon! I may not be powerful in any aspect, but I can sure pack a punch when I need to!"  

*wait for it......wait for it....*
"Oh really?  Well, this ain't no basic weapon dude." Finally, the sword had reached it's full power, and now blazed with a bright blue flame that seemed to radiate with power.  "Let's see those bastards try and survive this!"I leapt into the fray, slashing with my sword as i went.  The sword, which on it's own would have been worthless, seemed to glide through the creatures with the help of the blue flame.  "This shouldn't take too long at this rate!" I managed to shout out and I gutted another undead bastard"

Distracted by the blue flame, Bashe's speed and dodging dropped drasticly. Unknowning to him, one of the undead whirled about him. Within a meer second, a hard hit landed him on the side, sending the slightly off balanced young wolf fumbling and flopping across the floor. Skull smashed against the stone wall, and Bashe's body jerked slightly. A cough came from him though, he was clearly alive.
Though, not as he seemed. Pushing himself upwards, hair seemed a slightly darker shade, and eyes a matching tone.
"You imbecile." A soft tenor voice unlike Bashe's slid from his throat. It was unsure if he was speaking to Siron, or the undead, "You hurt the child, and thus... hurt... me."
With that, he leapt forward, ripping dagger out of sheath. Greasy like hair flew about his head, and ears flattened to head, lips were pulled back, baring fangs; an image of prehistoric furre manifested. Dagger danced toward the neck of the undead one, sliding through its throat easily. Bashe turned swiftly, and in so, plunged the dagger within the former resting place of a beating heart.
Old, dead blood sprayed across his face, his chest, shirt, hands; with a twist, he ripped out the dagger, leaving a small, gaping hole where it once was. "No one may harm the child without my consent." He spat at the corpse, before leaping to another, repeating another set of tearing tactics; or moves that seemed outrageous, and better fit to someone in an acrobatic group. Leaps, flips, handstands, a flurry of physical tactics, and not a single flame or magic bit.
Bashe was right when he said he could patch a punch when he needed to. By the time he had cut through around five of them, he was drenched in blood. "Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheheheheheeeeee...." A slick grin crossed his face, marveling in the letting of blood, live or dead. "Death for the deaaaaad. Go back and tell your pathetic necromancer that a dead man ate your old, dead heart."  

Finally, the  creatures seemed to get the idea, and the few that were still "alive" fled with all due speed, but not before I caught one last one through the back with my sword.  Finally, they were gone.  Panting, I placed my blade back in it's sheath and turned to face Bashe.  "Not bad" I said.  I reached into my pocket and drew out the key that Bashe had given him.  "Here" I said, offering him back his key, "I think this is yours."

He sneered, and ripped the key out of his hand violently. "You should be more careful around him. He gets distracted easily."
Whiping his dagger on his pants, he growled lowly, "You could have gotten us killed. The child is not very good at keeping his attention... and he likes the color blue."
With that, he pointed the dagger at Siron, and waved it slightly, "Really, I wasn't even breaking a sweat..."
It must've seen slightly odd, the way Bashe's voice sounded, and how he talked. That deeper voice wasn't natural from that mouth, those eyes gleamed a deep red, when Bashe's had glittered gold. Maybe Siron didn't notice, but if he didn't, than he was a fool.
Bashe, currently, was fickle. This meant he was unpredicatable. It also meant, if Mitsura came in here, he'd shy away like a beaten dog; guess not even the tough persona wasn't tough enough to fight off her sharp tongue.

"Um, you ok dude?  You seem a little bit.....different somehow.  And don't you go telling me you didn't break a sweat. Nobody coulda done all that crap you just did and not at least get a bit winded.  Besides, this woulda been a hell of a lot easier if I had my sword.  This thing is a piece of crap I got off some merchent outside of town."  "Well, either way, thanks for helping me out out there.  Unless there's anything else you need, I'll be on my way."

"Fine then. Not that it matters to me. Though, I suppose he'll be confused. I'll just tell him that you left." He grinned darkly, a kicked a corpse, "And... I don't break sweats."
He licked his teeth slightly, "The dead and the non-existant don't sweat." Yawning, he scratched at the back of his head, tossing hair around madly, "Feh. I am diffrent, anyway, you numbskull. Bashe Swiftstrike's my name. Don't dare confuse me with... him."

"Ok, now you've definately got me confused.  Already dead? You sure as hell don't look like one of those things *motions to dead creature."

He waves his paw idly in the air, "No, no, those are vampires. I'm the dead."
He slid forward, grinning, "Ya ever know what its like to die? To find yourself stareing at a beast 3 times your heigth? To feel its breath on you? All because you thought you had to save someone?" He smirked, "You know what its like to try and fight a huge beast with only your teeth and nails? Do you know... what its like to be lifted up in the things jaws, and then slowly have every bone in your body crushed while your still alive? No? Alright then. All those things happened."
He chuckled lightly, "But you can't keep us dead for long. I suppose it was a necromancer, or something... but that... that is why we are frail. We were stronger, but, now were just a gangly thing, I suppose. Its not fun."

"We?  Who's we?  Are there other people like you here?"
(hey, whada u know, a storyline seems to be developing)

He sighed, and rolled his eyes, "Me and Bashe you idiot!" He paused for a moment, "There are others, here, not like me. No one, is like me."
He started cracking his knuckles idly, "One of a kind; fire-crafter, split personalily, dead, half... blah, I forgot its name. It some sorta race of mage. Damn Vexz. He just couldn't be normal."
Muttering to himself, he sheathed his dagger. "Feh. Looks like I got cleanup duty... the child's gunna be out cold for an hour or two."

"Hmmmmm, well, I suppose the least I can do is help you clean up.  Where ya keep the mops or whatever the hell u guyz use around here?"

"Uh... mops? We have mops?! No one told me about these mops! It would've made hiding blood easier. Damnit." Basicly, there were no mops. Time for good, old, carrying and tossing bodies. At least Bashe knew a place or two to hide them. Heh heh.
Grabing a corpse by the arm, he drug it over to a wall, where he abruptly kicked, "Open damnit, I gotta toss this bastard in there..." Eventually, after cursing a storm, the wall groaned, and opened, leaving pitch black path open to the eyes.
"We'll toss'um in here. No one but me ever runs these paths anyway."

"Shweet."  Carefully, i picked up a body and dragged it to the path, where i proceded to chuck it in.  "Man" i said, "I havn't had to worry about disposing of bodies in years.  Oh well, only 43 more undead to go."

"Oy! What where your tossing those things! I don't wanna rot to death under these things!"

Perhaps, if he had access to Bashe's flames, he would have burned the bodies, and made things easier, but, that would have to wait. Hopefully no one important would come in during the death desposal... or they didn't deside to wake up and demand their pants.

Get's the last one in.  "Well, that's all of 'em.  What now?"

He shrugged, moving past the bodies. "Normally, theres alot more to do. But the halls, as I said, are empty. Not even Mitsura, or Akanar, or someone like that to come and annoy me."

"Well then, if you don't need anything else, I guess I'll be on my way." *Turns to leave*

(wouldn't the vampires bodies just disapeer into dust or whatever, sry I've been watching buffy to much LOL)

[Nah, Necromancers don't work that way. Fire. Post. Now. XD Like, fall in through a window, or something like that. XD Its kinda hard to think of a good reason to get Siron to stay. XD]

(yeah, we're not exactly being friends right now, and slaughtering u might be just the thing we need) hehe, j/k

(ooh is it okay if i drop in?  :unsure: ) (if its is:)
suddenly you hear a cracking noise, somehow out of nowwhere a girl drops in falls on the ground...looks a bit confused around, then she tries to say something..but instead she suddenly falls asleep *thud*

yeah But I think I left myself in a cave somewhere far away LOL.  

"Woh" i exclaim. "What the hell?!"  Suddenly i calm down and realize it's just a girl. "Ummm, is this a friend of yours or something?" I ask Bashe.

"Why the hell are you asking me?!" He steps forward to the... girl... thingy... and pokes it with a white toe, "Just because I'm weird, doesn't mean I have to know every freak that just appears."
Leaning in on her, he sniffs slightly, wrinkling his nose mainly because of the reek of the vampires. "I bet she's some kinda time-space mage... I've only heard of them doing that."

well, if that's what she is, then she cant be a very good one, or she at least needs to work on her landings.
hmmmmm, i think i might just have something that'll help her wake up, then we can find out who the hell she is. *gets out a small vial from his back pocket* this outta wake her up. *sits her up and pours the vial down her throat*. hmmm, looks like she's coming around.

*after drinking the vial she awakes...slowly she opens her eyes and stared at the 2 persons staring at her..dizzy she tries to stand up clumsy she tries to walk, but drops down* *coming to the conclusion she cant walk nor stand that well on her legs she looks around, then the girl stares again at the two furres..* ''w w w-ho are you?'' ''where am i?'' she observes the two persons...they look friendly...

He licked his teeth slightly, his own questions mimicking hers, "Bashe. Bashe Swiftstrike... and you're in Zanon." White fingers ran through deep-red hair, scratching at the back of an ear, "Now, I have the same questions for you. Who are you, what are you, how did you get here, and why are you here?" Of course, he didn't stop from asking EXTRA questions; it wasn't his fault he liked to be in the know.

i am..kesya ...from the kalai village....it was destroyed by some vampiers..they were on their way to zanon...and since i can, if i am lucky, cast a spell so i will be transported from one place to another....i was send to warn you all....but..*looks and sniffs around*  i notice you already dealt with that...

"Well, at least we know you can think straight.  We're there any other survivors? And more importantly, are there any more vampires coming?"

The white tip of his tail flicked slightly, his personal sign of aggrivation. "Where theres one vampire spawned from a necromacer, theres many more."
He shook his head, How many dead in that cemetary. A mental pause, They're all dead. A slight chuckle slipped from his maw, and slick grin played the sides of his mouth. Might as well make the best of the child being out for the round.
"And whats so wrong with killing more vampires, hm? Let them come in waves of thousands. I don't care."
Bashe slid up to Siron, "I told you she was a time-space mage. Or, at least dabbles in time-space magics."

With that, he strode up to the doors a Zanon, and pushed them close. Barring them, he gave a firm shoulder slam, just to be sure. These won't open again for a bit. Not at all...
 

still a bit dizzy she tried to stand up again..this time she succeded, though leaning on the wall, at least she was standing now. she scratched her head..''well..i guess..ill be on my way now..since i kinda warned you..though after they came..'' where to go now..with her village been destroyed kesya didnt know where she would go..or perhaps she could come along with these new people she met ''do you might need help with those vampires? i maybe small but i can help..casting a spell..if i dont make any mistakes..''

"Hmm, well, it's not really my call to make, but if Bashe thinks it's alright for you to help, then it's fine with me as well.  Just try to kill the vampires, and not me.  And in the meantime...." *Turns to Bashe, "I don't suppose this plays has a weapons cache or anything, does it? This piece of crap *brings out sword* isn't exactly the pinaccle of superb weapons."

"All I know of is the Smithery... and its somewhere near the kitchen." He paused. "Unfortunately, I always got lost looking for the kitchen..."

He sighed. Damn the winding hallways and doors of Zanon. There were too blasted many.
"But. I have an idea where it may be." Pointing to a door up the hall, he nodded, then turned gaze to Kesya, "I'm not the one that desides who stays and goes. I only deside on a bad day who lives and dies."

..okay..i guess il stay then..hmm.. ''ill stay then...oh how could i forget'' she looked around...''ah there'' she picked up the bag  that was lying on the ground, then she opened it, out of the bag she pulled something that looked a bit like a hamster..yet this one had dragonlike wings and a dragon tail..she hugged it and then placed it on her shoulder..then she swung the bag over her shoulder..

"Uhhhh what the fish is that?  Bah, never mind."  *Turns to Bashe*  "If I don't come back in twenty minutes, just wait longer."  *Takes off down hall*



note/ im probly gonna find this smith place, and if i do, is there like gonna be someone there? idk

He sighed, and sat down on the ground, "Lets see, it took me the guide of a rabbit to find that, so, lets see if he can do it in less than the rabbit."


[Evil, thats your choice.]

Left, right, left, right, straight, left. "Damnit!" I thought to myself, "If I don't find that stupid smith soon, then those guys'll probly be dead by the time i get back!"  Suddenly, I heard something.  I froze, and pricked my ears to hear better.  ting! ting! ting! "That sounds like someone's hitting something metallic with a hammer.  Now why would someone hit something metallic with a hamm.....oh.....duh."  I took off in what i hoped was the source of the hammering.  Left, left, right, straight, left, right, WHAM! I ran smack into a heavy door, probably oak from the sound of how my head hit it.  I got up wearily and tried to open the door, but no matter how hard I tried, i couldn't get the door to budge.  "Hey! Open the door!" I shouted as i pounded on the door, but the hammering just kept on going.  "Ok then, be that way!"  I backed up and prepared to ram the door.  I took off towards the door, running faster, and faster, and just as I was about to ram it, the door swings open, and a giant of a man filled almost the entire doorway.  Try as I might, I couldn't slow down, and i ran right between his legs. "Holy Crap! I shouted, and I slammed on the "brakes", stopping no further away than two inches from a red hot sword.  After letting the color return to my face  and regaining my composure, I stood up and faced the mountain of a man that I was facing.  "Hey, is this the smith?" I asked pantingly, seeing as how i was still short of breath from my sprint.  The giant looked down at me, "Some would call it a smith, but I don't.  This is where I create my art.  Many a hero hath weilded one of my blades, but only a being with emmense integrity or a noble cause could ever do so." "Well, if I don't get myself a good blade, then my friends and this entire place will probly end of going to the vampires!" I exclaimed.  
"Ah" the giant said, "Well then little one, I suppose that you've come to the right place."  The giant walked over to a curtain and pulled it off to one side.  I was amazed.  The entire wall glimmered with shining armours and weapons, ranging from the sharpest dagger to the mightiest sword.  The giant seemed to think to himself for a minute, then reached up up and brought down a glimmering silver sword.  "Ah, one of my first creations." the giant said to himself.  He handed the sword to me. "Here, this should serve it's purpose against those damned vampires. Also, take this," he handed my a small piece of leather armour. "I'd offer you something stronger, but you're going to need to get back quickly."
"Ummm, thank you.  I don't suppose that there's anything I can do to repay you?"  "Oh, not really" the giant said wearily, "But if you wouldn't mind telling that idiot Bashe to put the milk up when he's done with it after breakfeast, I'm always late going to eat, and it's always already gone sour by the time i get there." I nodded, and took off back to find Bashe and Kesya as the giant slowly closed the door and resumed his hammering.

having her familiar outside the bag, she still was missing something...my sword... again she looked around....ah off course..she opened her bag again...this time she pulled out of it a short sword, looking rusty and old which it also was..then she sat down next to bashe