Riders once lived here, Asmana thought sadly as she shifted through the rubble. Riders and Dragons, and elves and humans. How could they all die through one war? How is that even possible? But it’s not likely that I care. Riders, dragons, good, evil? What does it matter? Either way, I’m still a slave.

A salty ocean breeze blew up, toying with Asmana’s cloak and hair. No ships came to this isle anymore. Had ships ever come? In the lost age, the Riders would have just flown in. It was hard to tell if anyone inhabited this large island anymore. But Asmana had a mission, and if a few priceless Rider’s treasures were found on the way, who was she to complain? The rocky landscape and sandy beaches hid much, Asmana was sure. Lost in thought, she hardly noticed the sound of a crash on rocks before her.

A Shade’s reflexes were quick. She grasped a poisoned dagger and hurled it. The following shriek made her sure she had hit her target. Who dared defile this holy burial ground? They would pay by the unbiased hands of the Sprit Slave. Grasping her Claymore, she ran towards the voice, the wind bulling off her cloak. She stopped and tucked it into her pack, leaving her in a loose grey camise and black leggings. Anyone who knew a Shade’s weaknesses would aim for her heart now. But woe to those who did, several pounds of armor lay between them and a Spirit’s Heart.

Several moments later, Asmana found the trespasser, cloaked in brown, sprawled among the rocks. It was hard to tell if the person was male or female, or even what race they were of. But there was a mound of spilled gold and jewels next to where they lay, fallen. Asmana swung the Claymore with both hands until its razor-point was balanced above their neck.

“Now,” Asmana said softly, caressingly. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Her voice had an icy, sharp edge to it, and rose no more than normal level. But the rage shook within that voice. Her claymore shifted, and blood began to trickle out of the shallow wound.

OOC: Okay, anyone who wants to is welcome to join. We need the person I’m attacking and maybe a few others, perhaps some riders. Anyone game?

Erais quickly stood up, the wound began to bleed freely. She fell to the ground. She tore her gloves off. She quickly laid them on the wound. Her silver palm reflecting the suns rays. She stood up.

"I am a rider. It is not wise to attack one." She said.

Erador then charged out. She bore down on Asmana. Her white scales shining blindly.

Make one more move shade. Then you'll know the real pain of life. She growled at Asmana.

Erais held her gloves on the wound. She drew her sword with her left hand.

Asmana laughed, cold and hollow. She quickly created a shield of energy around herself, a mere flicker of power. She quickly leapt to the side to avoid the glistening dragon charging towards her, and unsheathed her Claymore. She swung it in front of her, a protective barrier. Slowly and deliberately, she uncovered her neck. Upon it, a red scar could be traced from her collar-bone to the base of her chin. It was faint, but there. She passed one pale hand over the scar, and a silver design, almost like a curved, spiraled, flower, appeared over it.

“Before you attack, I shall tell you this: a friend of mine, who is one of your people, asked me to come here and guard this sacred ground. It was she who gave me this scar, and she who later healed it and placed her mark upon me.”

"And it is I who shall reopen your wound and drive my sword through your heart!" Aries cried as he ran from his hiding place admidst the rubble, charging at Asmana.
He quickly entered a series of complex attacks with both his sword and magic. Meanwhile, his wolf Numeror, sprang up from a hiding spot nearby and lept at Asmana, slicing her old wound open with his teeth.
Aries then broke off his attack on Asmana and began attacking Erais, hoping that Numeror would keep Asmana busy. Aries then proceeded to attack both of them with magic, attempting to kill them.

OOC: too bad Svit-Kona doesnt come on anymore...

OOC: I know, I wonder why she stopped?