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Turmoil has hit Grennendia.
Six years ago,a peace treaty was signed and the world sighed.The Great War was over.
But now it looks like it could begin again.
The King of Corbep is dead.2 years ago his only son went missing.And guess who gets the blame?Ao Seruld.And if it wasn't bad enough,traders to and from Ao Seuld are being attacked.Blame flies,anger grows,war seems on the brink.6 years of peace could be coming to an end.

Now,Nero has been defeated,and the world saved.Or so we think.
Evil brews,and the darkness released from the Chest is creeping over the world.Dark times are ahead.Will you be there to face the darkness?

Optimarus, the Golden Mask, was destroyed at the hands of the same heroes. His evil plan was stopped, and the world reached a form of peace once again.
But peace cannot last long.
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Storyline is maintained by me and HiHeiwa. Minor happenings are aloud,but nothing major like "AND THEN THE KING OF AO SERULD CAME IN AND BURNT DOWN CORBEP AND THE WAR BEGAN".No.
Also,this is an RP thread,OOC discussion goes in the official thread.
Character bios go in character log.

Rules;

Dont Godmod.
This means taking control of another character without the persons permission.

No Autohitting/killing.
So when you fight another character, dont say, "Bill slashed his sword at Bob, and it cut his head of and he died." Always give the person a chance to dodge, or something similar. By the same token, however, don't always dodge any attack launched at you- you should be hit sometimes.

Dont be Overpowered.
Overpowered is often shortened to OP. This means no UBER SUPER AWESOME DEATH BEAMS OF OWNAGE.In other words, dont make something invincible or insanely strong.

Bios go on the Character Log thread.
Simple,is it not?

Admin's word is final.
If an admin says that's against the rules,it is and should be gone.

RP in the RP thread...
OOC in the OOC thread.

No major storyline changes.
Said that in the first post,but it needs to be stressed.

And finnaly...
HAVE FUN!
That's all what we're here for,right?

You may now post.
Since Optimarus died 2 years have passed.
Preferably, your first post or maybe two should include anything that happened for that one year, i.e what you've been doing, where you live now, etc.

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Note: everything that happened in the storyline (darkness and the weapon, the one where nero returned) Is reversed, never happened. THAT STORY NEVER EXISTED.
Reintro your characters, reposting a bio is not necessary.

Ralvas, capital of Corbep, home of the Hero King Cibhi, Lord of the South, lazy bachelor. Evening is falling over the city, clouds dot the starry sky of the cool night, the palace decked out with lights. Tonight is a major night in the Nobles social calendar, a huge ball is being held at the palace as an anniversary for the defeat of Optimarus. The banquet is yet to begin and the Lords and Ladies from all over Corbep and some from elsewhere are dancing and socialising, Cibhi himself however has retired to his chambers, trying to avoid the predatory noblewomen who are after his fame and money. One young woman, in an elegant white and gold ball gown is wandering down the corridor towards his chambers, honey blond hair caught in a white gold band behind her ears. Pausing at a door she fidgets slightly before knocking on it, waiting for a few seconds when Cibhi opened the door, he stared at her slightly and after a hushed conversation peered around before letting her into his spacious quarters. If anyone was listening they might have started to here strange noises around an hour later; panting, gasping and moaning. About half an hour after that a strangled scream emitted from the rooms before quickly dying down into a gurgle, twenty minutes later the woman left the apartments completely unfazed, smoothing down the bodice of her gown. She swept gracefully away with more purpose than she had come, if anyone inspected the rooms, they would find Cibhi’s bedroom a mess, his mangled and mutilated body lying in a growing pool of blood, his left foot attached to the ceiling, pinned by a crossbow bolt from the crossbow under his pillow, his sword lay dripping blood near the bed which had blood stains on it, his head had been removed and the face beaten to a pulp, the blood smeared all over the walls, on the anniversary of his greatest triumph, Cibhi was dead, murdered...

Deep in the heart of a lush forest were 2 lights. 1 Blue, and one Green. They have been there a while now. The strange thing is, when people go there, they feel emotion. Some, find it incredibly disturbing. Others find them comforting. For this reason, it has became a sacred religious ground. But things are not as they seem...


The forest around the lights start to embrace a heavy bashing of wind from the north. After 7 Days, most of the forest is now bare; but more importantly, the Lights are gone. In their place are 2 humans.

One, a female, named Coralie.
The other, A man, Named Xu.

They awake at the same time. Blue and Green light flickers through the forest like blood through veins. They lay there for a while. What seems to them like minutes is, in reality, years. But the memory's, emotions are still real. There strong. The man stands up, and helps the woman onto her feet, too. Suddenly, they hear grumbles in the thick fog. From previous experiences, noise is usually not a good thing. But this is different.

They began to distinguish the noises as neigh's, from horses. A magnificent white stallion gallops through the woods, dispersing the fog. Opposite to this, a proud black mare sprints along the floor, also banishing the fog. They stop at the two people.

Coralie instantly recognises here horse, the white one.
Xu recognises the black one. They were their horses, years ago. Since then, the two people had not spoke a word to each other. But now, Coralie breaks the silence.
"Let's go." She pushes Xu to the floor, and mounts her horse and starts to gallop off.
Smiling, Xu gets up, and chases after her on his own horse.

As the run together through the forest,The bare tree's begin to flourish with leaves. The ground is replenished, and the layer of fog lifted to cover the entire forest with a golden blanket of warm Sunlight.

For once in a very long time, they feel happy. Not stressed, upset or angry, just powerful and warm. They leave the forest, but continue galloping on. Reaching for their new life...

Shadrak sat up high in a tree, watching his prey. He had been doing it for some time now. For the past two years, he had been living in a house high up in the treetops near the heart the southern forest. Shadrak's prey was a goblin who had dared to stray from it's cave. Shadrak Leapt out of the tree, a vision of pure fear in his blood-thirsty eyes. He roared out loud and as the goblin turned, attempted to slice it's skull in two with his bloody rune-blade.

Vin cut down a side street, still in her white and gold ball gown from the ball, where she had assassinated the King, Cibhi. It had taken a while to get him to let down his guard enough for her to kill him, despite what she had had to do for this to happen she was positive it was worth it, for the money she would get from her employer, if they paid, if they didn’t well, it would be very messy. Vin passed across the side door of the inn and tavern called “The Grape Vine”, a very imaginative name. She moved round to the back of the inn and found the window to her small room, she had taken a job as a serving girl at the tavern, it was poor pay but the location and the people who frequented it were very useful. A large mixture of people, especially those who were well travelled, like Cibhi’s companions from his last two heroic adventures, when Vin had been apprenticed to her master, came to this tavern for a bed to sleep in, to listen to the news or to just get some food and ale. Vin climbed up the wall and scrambled in through the window, it was past midnight outside, the time when Vin liked to move around using her highly useful magic however she needed to be down at the bar soon, travellers would start coming in through the gates at dawn and the local populace got up early in Ralvas, usually because the nobles woke them up. Vin undressed, removing her ball gown and reverently folding it up and putting it in a bag under her simple bed, she then opened the drawers and pulled out her clothes for the day ahead, she had slept most of yesterday in order for her to be able to do her night time activities tonight and the day in the tavern coming up. A few moments later she wore a simple low-cut blouse, a skirt and peasant’s sandals, a plain belt around her waist, to which was attached to small vials of metal powders and a bag of coins, few customers questioned her about the strange vials as normal people didn’t usually carry them but Vin liked to be prepared. She then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her hair back and plaited it, forming one large plait running down her back. Getting up she closed the window shutters, secured them and then headed downstairs to the tap room (bar) where she got her breakfast and sat at the bar, eating it before any customers came, it was just simple porridge that wasn’t fully warm.

Hawke stood at the prow of the ship, gazing out at the choppy waves.
Why, for him, had life been so cruel?
Always something good was given; then taken. Constant hardships and losses.
Like Selena.
Disease. Doctors didn't know what. Fat lot of good they were.
She died 3 days ago.
He'd had no funeral; he didn't think she had any family or friends other then him. Good friends they had been, certainly. More then that, a long time ago.
But he couldn't take Grennendia any more. The pain of his life was driving him mad. He'd chartered a ship, one of the few exploring ones. It would travel in search of other lands.
If it found them, Hawke would disembark, and not return.
There was nothing left for him here.

If only he knew how wrong he was. Perhaps had he known a vital fact he would have stayed.
If he knew he'd had a daughter.

Twelve years ago; nine years before Nero began his search for the Crystal Chest; a young couple. Hawke and Selena. In love, but not forever; only for a few brief years, their relationship drawing to an end.
And after Hawke left Selena, she found out: she was pregnant. When she had the baby, she couldn't bear it, she couldn't possibly be a good mother, she thought. She sent her daughter to an orphanage with not even a name.
When the girl arrived the Orphan Master named her Juliet. And then Juliet was adopted, by a young woman whose name was Fantine.

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A man sat in a tree, his legs dangling over the edge.
This position is usually employed by nature loving, carefree youths- but in this instance, it's about the opposite.
His graying hair was ruffled slightly in the breeze. About 20 feet down, the grass replied with the same motion. A drop of feet 20 feet would break many peoples legs. If you didn't know how to jump properly.
A small noise and the man is instantly alert, his head snapping to the north.
A merchant travels south to Tralenia. In the lead are three heavily armed guards on horseback. Behind this several more men, archers and trackers who know the forest, keeping an eye out.
This is followed by a brown coach, and then three wagons full of goods. In the coach, the man knows, is the particularly rich merchant.
He twitches, his head flicking from right to left faster then the eye can blink. He then does this, blinking several times, as you do when waking up to find bright light in your eyes.
He gazes down at the more heavily armed cavalry surround the coach and wagons. A very paranoid merchant. But perhaps not enough.
None of the guards, nor trackers, nor coach and wagons drivers, nobody even glances upwards.
The man stands up, balancing on the think branch easily.
He jumps, perfectly.
He lands with a loud thud just behind the coach and in front of a wagon. The horses rear up in sudden fright. The guards draw their swords as one; 20 fully arms and armored men charge towards the wiry man in leather tracking clothes.


The site of the massacre was found 4 days later, when the shipment a salesman ordered does not arrive. The lorians and humans alike puzzle over the mystery, 30 or more men dead, many simply where they stood. Inside the ruined coach there is no visible body; only blood spattering the walls, and eventually once their pull up the seats they find the source of the stinking, rotting odor, body parts decomposing in a semi tropical forest.
What could do this, with no signs of an army, no tracks, no arrows. The experts are called in.
The experienced men immediately recognise the style of brutal carnage, and the one set of tracks that lead into the coach. They sent out the warning, with a description of the killer.
But the man called Mantav is already long gone.

The soldier was tired and yet the captain had ordered him to check on the King, he had to come to the banquet now. The guard trundled down the dark corridor towards the King’s chambers, his spear back at the barracks by the courtyard, he turned to the King’s door and knocked, saying, “Your Majesty, the banquet is about to start and you should come back now.” He hung around for a bit then knocked again, slightly more insistently, repeating his message. When he got no reply the third time he knocked on the door, he paused, breathed in and slowly opened it, checking the rooms he found the King wasn’t there, the bedroom door was slightly ajar however so he knocked before opening it. The man froze, his mouth dropped open and his eyes opened, a scene of utter carnage met his eyes, King Cibhi had been brutally assassinated, literally torn to pieces. The guard yelled for his fellow guards at the top of his voice, two of his companions who had come to see where he was rushed in and also paused. The first guard sprinted off towards the banquet hall, yelling his message, “Assassin in the Palace! The King is dead! The King is dead! Rouse the troops! Rouse the troops!” He staggered into the banquet hall, where the nobles were chatting around the table, he was panting hard, the guards along the wall began to move, the Captain frowning as he approached, the guard dropped to his knees, “The King is dead! He has been murdered! The King is dead!” A shocked silence fell over the chamber as he shouted this, then there was panic as the guard captain shouted orders, the guards rushed out the room. The soldiers in the Palace barracks had been roused and patrols of six ran through the city, proclaiming the news, it was early morning by this time. The city barracks were emptied as the soldiers there poured onto the streets, the gates were closed to people leaving the city. A vague and unsure description of the assassin began to filter out into the city, a tall, blond haired noblewoman with a white dress. Chaos began to descend as the people panicked and soldiers began conducting house to house searches, taking away those who might be suspects. An emergency meeting of the Council of Corbep elected a chairman and declared Martial law, giving power to the chairman through emergency protocol. The main truth was there was no obvious heir to the throne, Cibhi’s last gift to his kingdom, chaos and the probability of impending war.

The King and Queen of Capita broke through the gates to the Palace, ignoring the many guards ordering them to leave. Relations between Capita and Kiiro Flankk were getting worse by the day. The king of Corbep was the only possible person who could prevent a war.

"I demand to see the King of Corbep!" Hiurd, king of Capita boomed inside the hall. It echoed around the room.

The room fell silent.

"Well?" he asked again, as loud as before. The group of guards from outside approached him.

"Sir, the king is.."
"The king is dead." another guard interrupted,

"Cibhi? Dead? Impossible! I must see him right now!" Hiurd said, and he stomped off down another hall of the palace.

Marretta, the queen of Capita, didn't follow.
"The King of Corbep really is...dead?" she asked the guard,
"Indeed so." he replied, in a saddened tone

Marretta said nothing, but stormed off after her husband. He was busy slamming open doors, and checking the rooms inside.

"Hiurd!" She yelled, "Stop it right this instance!"
"He can't be dead, Marretta, he's the last heir to the throne!" he called back

Maretta looked at Hiurd disappointedly. He recognised this, and walked over to her
"Marretta.."
"It's true," she said, sounding hurt

Hiurd straightened himself up.
"Well, I don't know what to say..Marretta?"

Marretta was already storming off down the corridor, towards the entrance.
She sat on a bench outside the palace.

Hiurd sat next to her.

"What will become of Corbep?" she sobbed, being a very emotional person,
"What will become of Capita!" Hiurd replied.

Marretta looked up at him with anger, but then saw his point

Corbep was the power around here. With Cibhi gone, and no heir, things look like there going to get a little bit hectic around here..

Mantav lay back on his bed, in the hired room at the small, noisy inn. He paid extra not to be booked under a name or even recorded at all. Of course, if the landlord told anyone he could simply kill him.
He sighed. Sometimes his job, his life, and particularly the other people in his head drove him near depression.
But equally, even the original Mantav, the one who was born without the extra voices, the extra personalities, even he sometimes felt like taking the world by it's neck and giving it a good kick in the crotch.
The King was dead, they say. It affected him little; in fact it the chaos would probably benefit him. No doubt many budding heirs to the throne would want the competition removed.
He felt a twinge of curiosity; for the assassin them self, mainly. He wondered who did it?
No matter. But tonight Mantav was tired, as he always was whenever the other mind took over. The killing one.

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Vin cut down a side street, still in her white and gold ball gown from the ball, where she had assassinated the King, Cibhi. It had taken a while to get him to let down his guard enough for her to kill him, despite what she had had to do for this to happen she was positive it was worth it, for the money she would get from her employer, if they paid, if they didn’t well, it would be very messy. Vin passed across the side door of the inn and tavern called “The Grape Vine”, a very imaginative name. She moved round to the back of the inn and found the window to her small room, she had taken a job as a serving girl at the tavern, it was poor pay but the location and the people who frequented it were very useful. A large mixture of people, especially those who were well travelled, like Cibhi’s companions from his last two heroic adventures, when Vin had been apprenticed to her master, came to this tavern for a bed to sleep in, to listen to the news or to just get some food and ale. Vin climbed up the wall and scrambled in through the window, it was past midnight outside, the time when Vin liked to move around using her highly useful magic however she needed to be down at the bar soon, travellers would start coming in through the gates at dawn and the local populace got up early in Ralvas, usually because the nobles woke them up. Vin undressed, removing her ball gown and reverently folding it up and putting it in a bag under her simple bed, she then opened the drawers and pulled out her clothes for the day ahead, she had slept most of yesterday in order for her to be able to do her night time activities tonight and the day in the tavern coming up. A few moments later she wore a simple low-cut blouse, a skirt and peasant’s sandals, a plain belt around her waist, to which was attached to small vials of metal powders and a bag of coins, few customers questioned her about the strange vials as normal people didn’t usually carry them but Vin liked to be prepared. She then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her hair back and plaited it, forming one large plait running down her back. Getting up she closed the window shutters, secured them and then headed downstairs to the tap room (bar) where she got her breakfast and sat at the bar, eating it before any customers came, it was just simple porridge that wasn’t fully warm.

Xu and Coralie we're still riding on. Soon, they got to a road in the forest. The horses became unsettled, and wouldn't ride on. Someone else was here.

"C'mon, Eclipse! Run!" Xu asked the horse, and the horse did what she was told and began to walk on.

But, suddenly, a band of guards jumped out of the bushes, knocking Xu and Coralie off of their horses.

"By order of the Royal Guard, you, lady, are under arrest on suspicion of murder of the king!"
"What?" Coralie screamed, "I'm no murderer!" she tried to break free, but it was futile.

But both Xu and Coralie knew it would be easier just to go with the guards. There was no point trying to fight. Besides, they are arresting them for a proper cause. Xu struggled to take in the fact that Cibhi was dead.

"You sir too, are under arrest for possible assisted murder with the prisoner!" The guard shouted, blocking out Xu's thoughts

They we're both strapped to the guards horses, who began galloping along the road to Ralvas. They we're going to take their horses too, but before the guards could get to them, Eclipse and Genesis puffed into black and white smoke.

When they arrived at Ralvas, citizens were shouting abuse at the prisoners, calling them "murderers". Xu was thrown into a cell on the opposite side of the prison from Coralie. The bars we're bound by a powerful magic.

It didn't look like neither Xu nor Coralie we're going anywhere soon.

His stomach grumbled. Mantav felt the familiar pang of hunger.
No need to let it go unheeded for now. He usually fasted when going on an assignment; it cleared his mind, allowed him to control the other people in his easier.
He descended stairs to the bar. It was still loud, with raucous singing. It drove Mantav insane, sometimes, when the songs were loud to reach him upstairs.
He sat down at the bar and ordered a salmon and a herbal drink. Being herbal it often made people think it was healthy; it was actually more powerful then half a pint of strong whiskey. Few people could take it without passing out. You had to build up to it over many years.
He glanced at the room in general as he waited. A flash of white in the room decorated in brown caught his immediate attention; a waitress. His eyes narrowed. Familiar? Perhaps.

Shoresaka looked out the window at the silver moon.
"All my life I've been waiting. Hoping, Crying that this moment would come. And it's finally here." she thought,

But she still had to wait a little longer.

She strut down the corridor, not making a sound on the cold, stone floor. She climbed the spiral staircase, opened her door, and plunged into the soft, plushy bed, all without making a single sound. She looked out her window from her bed, again, before falling off into sleep. She started to dream. It is the dream that haunts her. Its the only one she's ever had, and every night it replays itself over and over and over. It's not letting her escape.

She's in a house. An old-fashioned, cosy wooden cottage overlooking a stream. This place is paradise, she thinks. The grass is green, and the sky is clear, and the sun is beaming down on her. She runs outside to play with her sister. Suddenly, she feels as if she is shaking, like a major earthquake is hitting the area. She looks towards the ground.The sunlight turns into darkness. She hears a scream. It's her sister. As she looks up again, her sister is drifting away from her. Her hand is outstretched, but Shoresaka can't quite reach it. As she runs, she gets further away. Then, it goes blank.

Shoresaka awakes, panting, as she always does. She is clutching the bedclothes so tightly that her nails have dug into her hands and made them bleed. It must be getting close.

It is dawn by now, and the first rays of sunlight beam down through the window and hit her face. She gets dressed, and walks downstairs. Suddenly, there is a heavy knock at the door. She opens it. There is a royal guard stood there, inquiring if she's seen anybody acting suspicious around. She learns that the king of Corbep is dead. She attempts to send the guard off in a hurry. But he gets suspicious.

"Miss, I can't help the feelin-"
He never finished the sentence. Shoresaka has dug a dagger deep into his side. He collapses to the floor, motionless. She then walks back inside, and the doors slam shut behind her...

Fantine left her place of work. She hated it. Absolutely hated it. Hated the other girls, hated the clothes she was forced to wear, and hated the people, the customers, she despised them.
But what else could she do?
They said Juliet had reached the age where if she could be paid for, they would have to sent her to work in labour, probably in the mines up near Grax'nor in the mountains. She shivered. Juliet didn't know what would await her if her adopted mother couldn't pay for her- and Fantine did not intend to tell her.
It was finally time to visit her, the only thing that made her life worthwhile, she often thought.
She sometimes wondered who her parent's had been. She couldn't understand why anyone would give up their child.
She entered the orphanage, nodding to the receptionist. She got no reply.
She entered Juliet's room.
The small twelve year old girl with short black hair looked up and smiled. "Mum!" she cried and leapt up to hug her.
Fantine smiled. For several years now she'd done all she could to look after Juliet. For moments like these, mainly.

Mantav continued to stare the waitress. He cared not if anyone noticed, or thought it strange; he was above such things. All he knew was that this was important.
A thought struck him. Had she been at one of his assignments? Had she seen him kill someone? If so, she must be immediately killed.
But he didn't think that was quite true. She had been present at the death of one of his victims. But not quite a witness.
Hunter.
Ah, yes. The voices often did that; thoughts surfaced without them actually taking control.
Hunter. She'd been present, certainly; she'd had the same assignment as him, from two different employers. He had still been in the employment of the good doctor at that time, harvesting the organs of those he killed.

Xu stared out of the bars. It wasn't very nice in here. Not much of a life, he thinks. Not yet.

Coralie, however, has been sneaky. She has grew a Tomato plant in her cell. Despite the lack of water, nutrition or sunlight, its growing magnificently. She picks a ripened Tomato off and eats it. It tastes good. Coralie has always been talented with Plants. Never has a plant in her care died. A guard walks past the cell and spots the plant. She tries to hide it, but its too late.

"Well well? What have we here, Miss?" he comes inside the cell and rips the tomato plant out of the ground. Or rather, out of the stone floor. He throws it out a window and winks at Coralie.

"See you later, miss."

The next day, Coralie and Xu awake to find out that the prison is being attacked. Coralie stares outside her cell to see a Tomato plant valiantly battling the guards. As the guards beat the plant down, Coralie is snatched from her cell by a guard.

"You and your sorcery! Witch!" he took her to the guards head office.
"Trouble maker here, Sir! Caught her growing tomato's last night!"
He leaves Coralie in the room with the guard..

Vin jumps up after finishing her early morning breakfast and cleared it away, ignoring the man who was staring at her, a lot of them did it, and drunken men had a way of being irritating. "You, wench!" The barkeeper called her, firmly, "Get this man salmon and a herbal drink, extra strong." He motioned to Mantav before bustling off, she forced down the urge to down a vial of metal and throw things across the room at the barkeeper but he was a busy man and busy meant temper. She hurriedly went into the kitchen, a few moments later she returned with smoked salmon and a herbal drink. She set it down on the bar in front of Mantav, “There you go sir!” She said and began to turn away as someone else called her from the other side of the loud and smoky room, wanting more ale.

Thousands of miles away... High in the mountains of Ao Seruld, deep under the earth... Evil stirred once more, for evil always finds a way...
Tria stood on the edge of a plateau, her dark hair blowing out from beneath the hood of her black robes. She watched in the direction of Corbep, though she could not see it, the night was dark, midnight had passed and the stars were out, a band of pinkish light appeared on the eastern horizon, a new day for the Cult, a day closer to their goal. A black robed and hooded figure approached from behind, a purple satin lining to their hood, a mage of the highest rank. The figure bowed before speaking in a deep and masculine voice, “Your Lady. We have received word from our yellow band magicians in Travui, the Ralvas division has successfully had the Hero King Cibhi assassinated, that assassin you hired was good, very good.” He bowed again, “Corbep is breaking down I think, some of the groups in the outer baronetcies have managed to secretly push the Barons into open rebellion, the country is breaking down into chaos as distant family members to Cibhi are starting to raise their armies and assassins to fight so they can gain the throne, open warfare on the streets between gangs due to the soldiers being diverted to hunt for the assassins is about to occur. Your Lady, the Draconian Council sees your wisdom again and wishes to meet with you.” The mage bowed and backed away. Tria continued to stare outwards, her face hidden beneath the hood, she turned and looked at the mage, “Begin plans in Ao Seruld, start stimulating rebellion in the Nobles and in the Royal Family, remember to remind them to remain hidden, this will only work if we stay secret, send out the assassins to remove the key targets amongst the Guilds and Gangs, then spark the light of war between them, our time is closer than we have realised, it is time our plans were set in motion.” She motioned to the mage who bowed once more and scurried off. Tria looked towards the dawn, a dim light lighting up her face, a stunningly good looking one. She turned and with her armour beginning to glint in the dawn light she moved smoothly inside. One of the Draconian Council members was heading towards Teardrop lake, apparently to garner the power there, which with the blood of the child of a hero would break the tomb of Primordius, the true ruler of Grennendia and the Cult of the Ancients will stop at nothing to raise him. The question was how long until one of the divisions obtained a child of a hero...

Coralie was returned to her cell with a warning. She was told growing plants was against prison rules. But Coralie was growing tires of seeing the same 4 walls everyday she wakes up.

Later on...

A large crash is heard from Coralies cell. Vines have smashed through the prison wall and allowed the prisoner to escape. Coralie smashes through Xu's wall too, and they escape out into the woods.

"Coralie! What do you think your doing!" Xu shouts, running behind coralie
"I don't know!" She screams back.

"Now the whole of Corbep will be out looking for us!" Xu exclaims, and Xu and Coralie stop running. They hear the sound of hooves.

"See? There Coming!" Xu begins to sprint off, but Coralie stays where she is.

However, it is not the guards, but Genesis and Eclipse dashing through the forest towards them.

"Xu, wait" says Coralie

Xu turns around to see the horses. He smiles, and runs back. But then, they hear another sound..

"Quick! They went that way.."its a guards voice, with many other guards following him

Xu and Coralie dash off in there horses. They had to get out of Corbep. Then Xu remembers about a land his grandfather had taught him about. A land east of Grennendia, named Capita. He told Coralie, and they set off on the next Ship to Capita...

(Sorry for double post. But no-one else is posting soo..)

Shoresaka checked her calendar. Yes, in just under 1 month, the 2 moons of Grennendia will line up exactly. The Dark moon will be in Grennendia's shadow, with the Light moon blocking out the sun.. Shoresaka knows that this is an important time. It's what she's been waiting for...

She walks down the dark hallway, and the fortress doors swing open without her even touching them. Sunlight pours in, and she looks out across the sea to the magical Moon Isle. But something moving in the water distracts her. It is a ship, sailing by Moon Isle. She could have it sunk for spoiling her view, if she wanted. But she decides against the idea, and simply closes the door and goes back inside.

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Xu takes a deep breath. The air here is fresh, not heavy like the prison air. Coralie isn't taking too well to being on board a boat. She's been seasick since we set off. But we'll be there soon, he thinks. He notices a small fortress on the mainland. Great, more dark scary dungeons, he thinks to himself. He turns around and looks at Moon Isle. It is glowing, but very faintly. He can barely make it out. After a while, the ship docks at Melr, capital city of Melr. Xu hops off the boat, followed by a green faced Coralie. The port is crowded and noisy, people selling fish here, children playing there. As they both walk into the town centre, they here a newspaper salesman shouting.

"King of Corbep murdered! Read all about it!"
Coralie gulps. She knows she's guilty, but she did break out of prison. And helped another prisoner escape too. But if they can lay low here for a while, maybe the Corbepian guards won't find them. Or be as so stupid to forget about them...

Mantav needed to talk to Hunter. He was fairly certain, now, that it was she who had killed the king. A woman with blond, hair, certainly, beautiful, yes, and intelligent? Definitely.
She was very good, he knew. She would be able to kill him, where several others had failed.
He wondered what he would have done if he was ordered to kill the king. Detonate some stored fire magic, most likely, as long as the employer didn't object.
He needed to talk to her alone, specifically. Well, not so much needed, more wanted; he was curious, mainly. But he would also appreciate knowing her employers. After all, business was business.
He called over the barman. "Deliver an apple pie to my room soon. I'll pay extra so send up someone capable. I don't want them dropping my dessert."
The barman nodded and Mantav left his chair and headed upstairs.
An extremely drunk man walked out of one the doors on Mantav's way to his room; he staggered into Mantav and knocked them both to the floor.
The drunk shouted in anger. "Whut're ye doin, ye bleedin idiot, breakin ma neck? I oughta punch out yer lights-" As the man swung a fist Mantav caught it and twisted his arm. the man cried out in pain and before he could say anything else Mantav punched his throat hard. The drunk collapsed, coughing violently, to the ground. Mantav stepped over him and entered his own room.

Several minutes later and with multiple tips filling out her coin pouch Vin returned to the bar, although she kept the air of a simple serving wench she inside wanted to knife half the men in the room, they made her feel, insecure, but then so did most things. The barman bustled back over, “Girl, take this apple pie,” He placed a pie on the bar in front of her, “Take it up to room fourteen, the man in there wants it and don’t drop or damage it in any way! Now shoo!” he motioned for her to move as he went back down the bar to serve another customer. Vin picked up the pie and headed towards the stairs, forcing a blush on when several drunks cat whistled as she went past. She headed up the stairs, carefully carrying the pie and knocked on the door of room fourteen. “I have your pie, sir.” She said in a girlish voice, utilising every trick she knew and was used to appear for all intents and purposes as a serving girl.

Mantav opened the door and ushered the girl inside. "Put it down on the table."
He thought for a moment. Did she recognise him? It had taken him a while to remember her, and he usually had a good memory for faces. then again, maybe she did but simply pretended not to.
He could tell she was definitely acting innocent.
"So what's your name?" His eyes gleamed in the shadowy room. Mantav rarely kept on a light.