OOC: Anyone is free to join

Simoro looked to the eastern skyline to investigate the noise. It had seemed to come from the mountains, or rather, a small ridge in between two. But his eyes and magic sensed nothing there. He thought about spells that could hide one from other casters, but he sighed as he realized that, if there was anyone there, and they had used such spells, he would never know, and nevertheless, why would they be looking for him? (He could think of many reasons, but he tried not to think about them.) He continued his northward path to nowhere.

A moment later, he heard the noise again - a shrill, but powerful roar, like that of a younger dragon - coming from the same small strip of lower land between the two huge mountains. He changed his course directly to intervene, and pulled his white cloak around him and the hood over his head, completing the look of his ghostly pale skin. He kept walking, then - he bumped in to something! But, there was nothing. He reached out with his left hand towards the air in front of him, and-

A blade made contact with his throat. He hadn't seen the wielder, let alone the sword moving towards him. He had no time to prepare. "Make no move, Rider. Now tell us, where is your dragon?" His thoughts raced. They new he was a rider, but not who he was. This was bad in every way - not only was he in a near death situation, but the fact that his dragon was dead would seem a lie, creating a worse problem. He feebly mumbled, "D-dead." He had been right. He felt the blade press closer, touch the vein it was threatening to cut; a shock of panic ran through his body, realizing the situation he was in, and the lack of ways out. However in the state of confusion his mind was in, it seemed a small section of his concionsness began to calm, like a lantern in a endlessly black abyss. His eyes slowed, and his voice returned to normal, though it was not him himself talking. He knew the feeling, it was the same that had happened in his fight against Gallabatorix. He felt the blade vanish, not pull away, but just vanish. He felt himself smile at the air next to him, and the inner part of him that was still him was shocked at the young man next to him, gawking first at the empty hand next to him, and second at himself, which he discovered was no longer hidden.

Simoro, or his body to say the least, smiled at the man. "I told you no lies; my dragon is dead. And you would be wise not to attempt to join it." But the young man smiled back. "I am glad to hear your dragon is dead. Now you will be able to join it. Simoro's hand flew, and gold shimmered around him, and just in time; The barrier reflected sparks from all angles, revealing hundreds of human and urgal swords slashing at him, stopped only by the glowing magic. However almost like a ripple, the swordsmen appeared from nowhere; Hundreds, then thousands. The spirit inhabiting Simoro knew that the body it was in was no match for this crowd, and using something big enough to take out a signifigant portion would kill Simoro. He held up the blade Simoro himself had rarely used, and swung a circle around him, glowing now, and the spin attack extended a few feet around the end of the normal blade. About twenty urgal fell, their bodies cleaved in half. But that was only twenty. Out of around two thousand, he now saw. He did something he was not accustomed to doing: a call of magic went out to everyone possible within range, possibly even a few in Surda would recieve it; "Help." The location was included, but in the form of raw knowledge more than a telling of the knowledge. He only hoped a mind capable of recieving would do so, and fast. He turned his attention back to the blade, and kept slashing.

Raign walked the path of the stony mountains stopping only to drink and eat. It had been a while since sleep was welcome with him, having been in a hurry to reach his home. "I need to get back and make sure that my many magical and sacred items have not been stolen." Raign lived in a cave that started low and rose up into the mountain with many twists and turns, making it a good and hidden place to live.
Suddenly in his mind Raign felt something then heard the word "Help" Raign looked to the left and right, then put his hand up and tried to follow the direction the words came from. After a couple minutes of walking he found at the bottom of the mountain was a ridge and on the ridge was one man fighting a couple thousand urgal. The real problem was at the bottom of the mountain was also the entrance to his home. "Well this should be pretty tough." said Raign to Roack his small dragon perched on his shoulder. Then went charging down the hill to meet the urgals with his blade and his staff. "At least they aren't Kull." he thought as he ducked and dodged then swung, slashed and stabbed. Killing at least five with the three attacks. "I hope this person is as good a sword fighter as I, because if not we are in for a painfull evening." said Raign to Roack. Roack flew just above the urgals reach, spitting fireballs at any urgals who would dare take a swing at him. Raign looked to the man fighting "How long have you been fighting?" he asked as he stabbed his staff into an urgals stomach.

Erais heard and felt the need for help, she unsheathed her sword and took off running at a good speed. It took her a few leagues to reach the place where the attack was going on. Erais rushed down to the fight, she was on the farthest side and easily killed off a hundred urgals. She however didn't notice the other two fighting on the other side. She kept hacking away at them and she kept killing them by the hundreds with her magic.
She couldn't do more magic after three hundred and could only do it by hand now.

OOC: People! Yay!

Simoro saw the two people come and was glad for their help, though he was unsure of how long the three, four counting the dragon, could hold out. He masked his voice slightly with power, for the effect, and replied to the Rider, "An hour, thirty-two minutes, and forty-three seconds." Inside his head, Simoro almost laughed at the accuracy the spirit seemed to have over time. But then another thought struck him; Over an hour, and only a fraction of the enemy was dead. He wondered if, even with a dragon, and a near-shade, they could hold out. The spirit used a little bit of magic again for a complicated spinning move, extended beyond the blade with a white streak, and took ten or more Urgals down. However the spirit knew it was slowly weakening, and another would need to step in for it if the three were to be successful. It uttered the words of magic through Simoro's mouth, and the message, in thought form, started its path to the Vault of Souls. It hid the magic from Simoro's mind and memory, knowing the power of the words, and more importantly, the location of the Vault. He turned his mind back to the fight, and talked, rather calmly for someone fighting for their life, to the second person to join the battle - Erais, he percieved, as well as.... Something in Simoro's memory stirred, but went idle again. He saw that all of her energy had been used already, but that she had succeeded in killing over five hundred; Impressive, he thought. He looked through Simoro's magic, testing the limits. At that moment, he saw through magic the form of energy coming. The spirit was shocked; Help had come, but not a Rider, or something that could keep Simoro going: a dragon. Dragons were extremely powerful alive, and dead that made it almost limitless; And inhabiting an elf's body, the dragon could use its magic voluntarily. The spirit surrendered the body, which staggered for a moment, while the dragon stepped in, adjusting itself to the muscles. Simoro and even a small space around him almost seemed to burn with the energy. The end of a blade melted, coming into the aura. Simoro closed his eyes, and held up his wing- hand, that is. The minds were one, like a rider and his dragon... They used each other, and then...

Wyrda....

The word echoed around, though it seemed to have no direct effect. But the fighters felt it; it was like a rejuvination, the knew that they would be victorious; it was fate. But more amazing, Simoro hadn't even felt the spell that would have been enough to kill a shade. He had just altered fate...

Anglát! Fricai! Du Súndavar Freohr! Du Fells Nángoröth!

The words kept coming, some that he knew that he had never thought of before in a spell. A black wave went out in a circle around the elf, sweeping the life from the enemy, as it returned in golden sparks to the four fighters, re-energizing their magic with the energy stolen. Shadows seemed to engulf a group further away, near Erais. The top of a nearby mountain shattered and dropped onto the heads of another group.

By the hands (or claws) of Erais, Simoro, Raign, and Roack, the enemy was now reduced to around three hundred. The day itself seemed to brighten a little, along with the attitudes of the four fighting. But Simoro failed to notice the great shapes looming in the horizon, flapping wings and flying towards the battle. They hadn't been the only ones to send for help.

Raign yanked his blade out of the ribcage of an urgal then decapitated another. Sparks flew as his dragon burned the faces of three urgals, all resulting with them crawling on the ground screaming in pain. Although the enemy was quickly reduced He was still in for a losing fight, unless he used his secret weapon. Raign thought about it "What can be the harm of using it one more time?" and in that instant his eyes went white and his muscles expanded. In his Berserker state pain was not a fear so he lunged at the enemy with intense speed and accuracy. He charged throught the entire army slashing and stabbing killing about one hundred and fifty as he reached the other end of the battle field, but as he turned around to go through again something came up behind him and knocked his head with a hammer knocking him out cold.
"Oh no!" was his last thought as he realized that if he was knocked out he would not be able to escape the Berserker form. Then all went black.

Erais kept attacking them, she felt extremly tired and wished that Erador was here at the moment, helping her fight. She called out for Erador through their mind link, hoping she would be able to reach her.
She turned her head around and stopped fighting, Raign had gone into his berserker form. Erais was frightened and she got her strength back and was able to get back in the fight. When she turned her head around to look at Raign again, he was out cold.

Erador was flying over the mountains, enjoying her alone time when she sensed Erais needed help. She was almost there when Erais called for her help. She landed on top of twenty urgals, killing them and came to Erais' side to help fight back the nasty urgals.

Simoro was taken aback by the Berserker form, and took a blow to the shoulder while watching. He quickly recovered with a blow from his left fist, and killed the other Urgals that had been preparing. Deciding that the injury was too minor to affect him, he continued fighting.


Simoro felt Raign fall near him. However he was too involved in the fight to do anything major. He looked to the sky, and found a cloud. He thought about it for a moment, then looked up again. The sky was now black with clouds, and the majority of the enemy had looked up at it. A bolt of lightning flew down from them beginning a torrent of rain. During the small window while the enemy was distracted, he attempted to revive Raign.

Risa!

The sound of the short, simple word was amplified by the energy flowing from Simoro's hand into Raign's body. But the battle picked back up, and he only had time to send a little bit when-

Simoro flipped his blade around and caught a blade, only an inch from his heart, then countered the attack, shoving the urgal's scimitar through its own heart. He looked at Raign, hoping he would move.

Sorry it took so long, my dad is being... Werd.

Raign could feel his head feel slightly better, then he woke up to see urgals attacking him and Simoro beside him. He got up dizzy because the pain had not fully healed. Then charged again trying to destroy as many urgals as possible. He slashed an urgal and ducked the blow from another. "I have to finish this battle quick or else I'll become a shade!" Thought Raign as he blew past five urgals slashing each of their necks. Then he stopped in his tracks turned around, and began another full speed assault.
Then an Urgal came in with a huge war axe, he lifted it then pushed down with all of his might breaking Raign's sword. The beast was just about to kill him as Roack came from above and sent a fireball into the beasts face, then Raign finished it with his dagger. "Roack, come!" Yelled Raign as he put up his hand then yelled BRISINGR! at the army leaving only twenty of them.

Erais and Erador kept their minds on the battle, neither one noticed Raigns revivel ~sp~ they just kept fighting. Then all that was left were twenty, Erais saw Raign and was relieved for the moment. She quickly and tiredly killed the remaining twenty.
She walked over to Raign, panting she came three feet in front of him.

"Hello Raign, how are you?" She asked still a little out of breath.

Erador walked over and stared at the other dragon.


OOC: Sorry about the short post.

Slightly away from the others for a moment, the dragon inside Simoro's mind slipped out as gracefully as it would fly away were it still alive, leaving only a comment in the ancient language that Simoro couldnt' understand in his head. He made a note to ask about it later in his head, and walked over to join the others. "Er- Erais?" "R-R-Raign?" "Am I right?" He tried to avoid the dragons with his eyes for fear of stirring emotions. He was rather jittery, and still couldn't believe what had happened during the fight. He looked up the mountain, and saw the spot that he had blasted; he had taken almost fifty feet off the top at some places! And the shadows were still pulling some of the Urgal into the ground, in a sickly dramatic fashion. He looked away and waited for a response.

OOC: Sorry also bout the short post.

Raign sipped the air "I'm fine Erais, good to see you again." Raign looked at the ground "And yes my name is Raign what it yours?" Raign waited for a response. "Well follow me in my house you can have food water and all the rest you need.
Raign led them deep into the mountains until he reached his home. "Well here we are." he said as he perched his dragon on his bed then went to a cupboard. "Looks like I have some bread, apples, and some strips of beef that I can cook."a Raign put the beef in a skillet then started a fire under it. "And in the corner you can get some water, and their are a couple of beds next to it, in case your tired."

Erais didn't bother getting any water, she didn't feel hungry or thirsty. Erador how ever went over for some water, after she walked over to Erais and lay down. Erais looked at around the cave, she was a bit surprised and a yet not.

"So this is where you live, have been living?" Erais asked Raign looking around.

It wasn't bad at all, Erais thought it fit the Raign she knew and so she felt comfortable here. She just didn't know what everything here was.

Simoro was slightly thirsty, but he didn't get any water. He simply stood against a wall thinking, trying to remember where he knew these people from... His memory was going in circles, always turning back before it got to somwhere of importance.

OOC: Wow, short post, and i mean >short<. Well anyway not much is happening to me yet, I'll try to get a long post next time.

Raign looked to Erais. "Yes this has been my home for a while, of course I don't stay here very long because of other comitments, but yes, it is a good place to relax and meditate." Raign walked over to another cupboard and opened it up to reveal several swords. He reached in and grabbed a long thin blade then took it out and set it next to his bed. "I'll show you my collection." said Raign as he walked over to a dug out area in the wall of the cave with a blanket hanging in front of it. He removed the blanket to reveal several items. "See, this is a staff I took from a shade it the dessert," he picked up a long black pole with a large black pearl at the end. "And this is the blade of another one that attacked me a couple of miles away from here. All of these items belonged to urgals and shades at one point, and now they are mine, but the most precous item here is this cloak that came from the strongest shade I have faced yet, his name was Demroth. " Raign looked to Simoro and saw the look of confusion on his face. "What's your story?" he asked

"I take it you mean the long version." Simoro closed his eyes, and inhaled.
I was a Dragon Rider, once. My name was Siromo, and my dragon was Ohen. He was white (OOC: Yup, my dragon was a white boy XD), and the closest thing I have to family. My father...." he paused, trying to find the right words, "still doesn't want people to know who I am. And I never knew my mother. But anyway, one day we got the notion to fight Gallabatorix. We made it to his throne without anyone noticing. The element of surprise was an advantage. Enough to keep us alive long enough to say we faught... I knew he was 'powerful,' but... He was harder than I could've imagined. My dragon... When he died... He did something... first to the lands, then to me... I was in a magical forest, with a girl... Cassandra I believe... But whatever happened to me... Now these spirits keep coming to me, when I least expect it. Sometimes, like back there, the most convenient times possible. And then, sometimes, when I need them the most, they won't come. Or when I need them the least, they seem to find it....... entertaining, possibly?" He took a deep breath and looked down. "It's not like being a shade. I could ask them to leave. But sometimes they just worry me... I mean, what am I to them? I've never heard of non-chaotic spirits taking anyone. Why do I interest them so much? Or more importantly... What happens if they decide to lose interest?"

Erais went over to look at Raigns collection of Shade things, she reached out to touch the staff, she touched it, barely and then sort of recoiled. Then Simoro started to explain his past, Erais listened intently and walked from Raigns collection of Shades items. She didn't like them one bit, Erador had fallen asleep, or half asleep keeping her mind open for danger.

"You had a white dragon?" Erais asked Siromo, Erador had perked up when Simoro had mentioned his dragon.

Erais walked to the entrance of the cave, glancing back as if she was being watch by something other then the present people.

Raign looked to the ground "I am sorry, Simoro." Raign walked over to were Erais was. "What's wrong, you seem a little bit removed? Is someone chasing you? I know you too well, to let you be like this, tell me what's wrong."

OOC:Aah sorry about the short post

OOC: np bout the short post
"Wait... you knew me?" He looked away from the other two. "And yes I had a white dragon. But that's what's wrong. I can remember my dragon, and the times I had with him. And I can remember when, and after he died. But I can't remember anything before that, really. It's hard wandering aruond, barely knowing who you were.

Erais kept her wander outisde of the cave, she didn't want to look at anything in the cave exspecailly Raigns collection.

"No, it's just a feeling I got when I reached over to handle the staff, as though someone was watching me but it's just a feeling and it will go away, don' t worry." Erais walked back into the cave over to Erador and climbed on her back and lay on it.

She put her hands beneath her head and began to think at the days turns, she was glad that Erador had come during the battle earlier, and she was worried about the feeling she had gotten from when she reached out to touch the staff.

OOC: We all get long post and we all have short, I guess it's what you have to work with that makes it long or not.

Alert came over Raign's face "You say the staff gave you a feeling that you were being watched? Well that is a very bad sign, a very very bad sign. Quick! We need to get out of here!" said Raign as he grabbed his sword and staff then started toward the door. "Something is in this cave we need to hurry!" Raign led everyone out of the cave safely but as soon as they hit the soiled ground a loud screech came from the cave. Raign looked in and the roof of the cave started to come down, except it wasn't the roof it was a rock Golem and it was angry. Raign backed up just in time to evade it's first attack but was too slow to keep it from tripping him. "This is bad!" thought Raign as he saw the rock golem swing it's sharp claws downward.

Erais sat up on Erador when they were half way out, she had trouble balancing. Her face showed shock as Raign began to fight, Erais felt like she couldn't do anything.

"Can I do something?" She asked Raign, this felt strange and not good.

She clumsily got off of Erador and drew her sword, waiting.

OOC: Short, not much for me to do.

OOC: I know this is a double post and I might get told off for it but, let's continue with out Mutagh, he won't send replies to my pms or anything. I want to know if her death has been decided.

I think you mean this for the "Erais' Death" topic

OOC: Sorry, I am falling asleep at the moment. Opps, is let's just forget this then.

OOC: So sorry it took so long -.-''

If that ever happens again, either of you can just make my char do things; I trust you guys

Simoro looked up into the face of the golem. He could tell it was angry, and he reached down for his sword. He gasped. "Raign! My sword! I must've left it in the cave!" Simoro could survive without his blade, he prefered not to use it anyway. But he still wished it was here, as a sprit had recently taught him the Ancient Language word for "sword" and he wanted to try out the possibilities. He also used it to store a great deal of energy, as he had had the hilt redone with not only a large visible diamond, but the inside of the metal was filled in with shattered pieces of gemstones, too small or akwardly shaped for the dwarves to work with; He had melted them together with magic, forming an ugly blob of multicolored gems, fortunately hidden. The golem was situated firmly between him and the cave, and he knew that entering would cause the golem to attack him. And he wouldn't be able to protect himself while he was running. Fighting, maybe, but not running. He waited anxiously for Raign's answer.

Raign rolled out of the way of the blow almost losing his head "Erais use your magic and try hitting the golem with water as hard as you can, it should corode him, aim for the head. Simoro I'll try and distract him, then you go get your sword and do just as I told Erais." Raign had faught rock Golems before and new how to defeat them, although they were named rock golems they were actually made from animated soil that was compressed to feel as hard as a rock, but was actually much softer. Raign grabbed his sword out of the dirt then charged the Golem "Hopefully they don't hit me with the water." was Raign's thought as he slashed the Golems leg leaving only a small scratch.

Erais nodded to Raign, she thought over the words quickly and carefully, she chose them and said then in a whispere. Erador lended her energy so she wouldn't be really tired, Erais thanked her silently.

"Raign duck!" Erais shouted as she forced the water into the its stomach.

The water soaked into its stomach and Erais waited. She knew that Raign might start yelling at her but she had an idea, she hoped that this would not make it stronger, that it would have the effect she wanted it to take. She let the thing use the water as an energy sorce for now.

Adurna!
He followed Erais' lead in soaking the water it into the skin, but he didn't catch her allow the energy source. An idea struck him, and he decided to try.

Adurna Knífr!
It worked. a knife of water, akward to hold because of the shifting blade, but still sharp, materialized. He gripped it by shifting blade and threw it by the blade to hit the golem, where it sliced into the rock, and poured the water into the wound. However the golem was now contented with Raign, and he muttered some spells to keep him quiet and semi-invisible, and snuck in. He quickly sheathed his sword and returned outside. The battle was still continuing, He unsheathed his sword, and, once again reached into the powers of magic.

Sverdar abr rakro adurna!

At first he staggered from the energy, but the crystals helped him recover. His blade, complete with about a centimeter of water around it, was weighed down by the water, but he knew it would be more effective. He swung at the golem, and the blade sliced a small slit through the surface - miniscule, but enough to let the water touch the inside of the golem where the rock was less dense.

OOC:I've got nothing, go ahead Erais

"Wait!" Erais yelled holding out her hand, this might ruin her idea.

Erais muttered a few words, a hot flame appeared under the creatures body, the hot fire made the water inside it start to boil. Steam started to come from tiny cracks over its body. Erais kept moving the fire as it moved, the fire made the water inside steam up and grow hot, Erais was hoping that this would make it explode. Sure enough the cracks grew bigger as teh steam inside welled up. Now Erais took her chance and thrust her sword into its chest, making it burst into pieces.

OOC: Oh man, short.

Simoro parried a few of the chunks of rock and dodged a few more as it exploded, then did a backflip out of the area where the creatures remains were still falling. "Great idea, Erais!" he said. He caught a piece of rock that would have hit him in the gut and held it out to Raign. "Need this for your collection?" he laughed more so than said.

OOC:Ew for the short post.

Raign looked to Erais. "You should not have done that." he said "Have you ever notice how the population of Golems never seems to go down or go up, that is because they regenerate they can't be killed permanently. If you had eroded them like I suggested it would have taken weeks for all his pieces to form back together, but now it should take a couple minutes. Come on we have to get out of here, but first." Raign trailed off as he put his hand on the rock and made a large stone come down in front of the door "He wouldn't dare hurt a rock if he didn't have to. Now come on we have to hurry!"

OOC: Dont post,"its short, ect." or something like that every time. It happens lol, you dont have to mention it.

"Well sorry, it seemed like a good idea at the moment, besides it wasn't normal fire it might take more then a few days to regenerate." Erais was upset at Raign now, but she followed him.

Erador followed Erais and looked at the golems remains over her back, Erais didn't look back she walked back to Erador and mounted her. Erador took off and flew low over the ground.

Raign sighed "The reason you used fire at all makes it easier for him to regenerat, like I said it should only take a few minutes." yelled Raign at Erais in the air. Raign started to walk. "Follow me I know where to find a bushy patch of land where the Golem should not cross, unless he is brave, of course." Raign started to run. "Hurry, the destruction of one Golem always attracts another." said Raign.