2009-04-20 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Yes you were, and then you left, and therefore were removed from the higher rank. Remember, even if you did assume the position of 'leader' I would still be one rank ahead becasue I am a founder and an original leader.

2009-04-22 [You Can't Save Me]: i know no need to get defensive, and i didnt really leave, my account was lost remember?

2009-04-22 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: I'm not trying to be defensice, sorry.

2009-04-22 [You Can't Save Me]: its cool lol no worries

2009-04-22 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: lol

2009-08-31 [Osborn#67]: wow man, i am reliving all of the old memories i had, even this had a good section of it

2009-09-01 [The Horseman]: Damn straight it did, this used to be very popular.

2009-09-07 [Lucy, My Angel of Death]: along with the other wiki trht it was allied with.. i wonder what happenede to that..

2009-09-17 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: People lost intrest. I'm still here, just no one Rps anymore.

2009-10-22 [Asguard]: Yeah I heard that, we need to try and remake this one.

2009-10-22 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: I vote for a total remodel of it, just tear it down and proceed from the ground up.

2009-10-23 [The Horseman]: I concur

2009-10-23 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Alright. I'll start working on it.

2009-10-23 [The Horseman]: Sweet!

2009-11-02 [Asguard]: Hells Yes.

2009-11-02 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]:

2009-11-02 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The commander of the stronghold stood tall, stairing out at the feilds. When a worker approached her, he would bow and bare his neck. He would wait for a barely visable nod from ber before speaking or approaching. With barely a word she would whisper the answer to his question, or give a nod or shake of her head. Get every feature save for her neon green eyes, was hidden by the silver armor she sore, the helm made to look like a wolf, and several more wolves on the soulder guards, gauntelets and chestplate. She was about six foot in height. That was about all one could tell about her. She hardly even used ber voice. Maybe because she had no one to speak to. A sword lay against her side, the hilt holding yet another wolf statuette. Her slender, gloved hand, lay upon the hilt as if ready to grab it at any time.

2009-11-03 [The Horseman]: A tall and lonely figure walking down a small beaten path, the path used by anyone wandering through the hills would use. The figure standing almost ten feet tall with a giant runed inscribed blade slung across his back to match his giant size. Several throwing spears in a pack on his back underneath the heavy blade, his cloak billowing in the wind his face shadowed by the hood of his cloak. The one arm that swings back and forth with each step is massive and a dark blue but faded tint to it.

2009-11-03 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She could see the figure, but would not take any action unless it came near the stronghold. Her eyes faded for a moment, turning a brilliant gold before going back to the neon green they were. She waited, looking like a statue herself. She didn't move and even her breathing could not be heard.

2009-11-03 [The Horseman]: Calmly and quietly the figure walked along his path not caring that he was being followed by half a dozen shadowy figures. He knew about them, had known about them since they started following him five miles out side of Ky'lakshen Harbor. He was always being hunted by someone or something, it didn't matter much to him, he would dispose of them as soon as he felt like they had grown to be a nuisance or until they figured they would try and take him out.

2009-11-03 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She saw the shadowed figures and gave a slight gesture to her warriors and a few more headed to the walls. She continued to watch him, head tilting slightly. He reminded her of a.. Well, gentle giant. At least from a distance.

2009-11-04 [The Horseman]: He calmly stopped and sighed lowering his head, he glanced over his shoulder to his left and right, calculating how long it would take him with his shunpou technique. He drooped his head for a second before his body disappeared, the next second there were screams throughout the small area of woods. Red, crimson blood splattered across several trees as his sword ripped through the body of one of the men following him. His sword dripped with the crimson fluid as he looked around and saw two men in trees above him, without even hesitating he grabbed two of his throwing spears with one hand and threw them at either man. He pinned one man to the tree he was holding onto, the other man got caught in the air as he was jumping towards another tree, his body fell to the ground with a loud 'THUD'. Without touching the chains attached to his spears they returned to the pack on his back as one of the men appeared behind him and cut both of his hamstrings.

2009-11-04 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: A low whistle sounded from the woman standing so still just inside the gates of the stronghold. A white horse came from the feild, it standing 20 hands high, he was an Arabian, stout and strong. She jumped onto his back, no saddle or halter and gave leg cues. The magnificent specimen of a horse bolted and raced for the Nan in the trees. The rider didn't even grip the horses mane. She moved her hands to her sword as she neared the large man and his attacker. Her men didn't even follow. They new better.

2009-11-04 [The Horseman]: He smiled and turned his sword upside down and swung it up and over his head, the man never saw it coming when the sword came down on his head and split him right down the middle. The two remaining men appeared infront of him, one brandishing a pair of long sword and the other swinging a bardiche, running directly towards him. The stranger smiled and dropped forward and without touching any of his spears the two right behind his head shot out from his pack and lodged themselves into the chest of one of his attackers.

2009-11-04 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Her eyes gleamed and she heaved the long blade from the sheith. She was still 30 yards away. She grabbed the blade by it's tip then with a skilled hand, threw it. The sword made a howling noise as it cut through the air before it stuck itself through the back of the attackers head, coming out his mouth. She slowed her steed as she neared, her green eyes going to the large man.

2009-11-04 [The Horseman]: The man stood up calmly and easily, the wounds on the back of his legs sealing themselves and healing in a matter of seconds. He holds his sword calmly in one hand at his side, his spears returning to their place on his back, his eye underneath his hood gleamed in the sunlight for a brief second. "Thank you for the help, but why?"

2009-11-04 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She yanked her sword from the falling man and wiped the blood on his shirt before sheathing the blade. She then looked at the large man, green eyes mixing with the flare of gold that was now in them. Her steed paced in place and she turned him in circles, unspeaking, eyes staying on the large man.

2009-11-04 [The Horseman]: He swiped the blood off on the ground and then slung his sword back onto his back with the ease of one hand. He sighed and then stepped forward slowly, but before his foot touched the ground he was right next to the woman, towering over her like a man to a new born child. "Why did you help me? Speak quickly I have not the time nor patience for games youngling," his voice was gentle but firm.

2009-11-04 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Her eyes flared and she halted her steed, stairing up at him. "youngling..." her voice was soft, like velvet... "that is something I havnt heard in ages..." she spun her steed again and watched him still. "I do not like assassination attempts on my land..." was her reply as she stared at him, not intimidated by his size.

2009-11-04 [The Horseman]: He moved again, his speed almost impossible for someone of his size, this time infront of the horse a hand resting on his head and holding it steadily in place. "I am quite capable of defending myself and you Obviously have no clue as to Who I am. I am the Eldestar, Victor Malache, the Butch of Elves and Men alike, the Traitor of the High Elven King and forever known as Leis'brechter. Now I ask again, why did you save me and what is your name?"

2009-11-04 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Her horse disapeared from his hand, leaving her standing before him. She stared up at him. "I do not care who you are not your crimes in the past, all you have, to me is a name. And a very nice one at that. My name? Dosnt matter unless you are going to stay at my stronghold. And I wasn't helping you. I wad feeding the wolves." a pack of wolves had moved in to eat the bodies.

2009-11-04 [The Horseman]: His eye glowered down at her, "Do you not fear someone who has lived since time began?" His hand started moving towards his sword, the muscles in his arm rippled as he gripped the hilt of his sword firmly. "You might want to chose your next words carefully, they may be your last."

2009-11-04 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She looked up at him with inquisitive eyes. "I do not fear much.. I have no reason to fear.. When I die, I know it's my time... Therefore I do not fear it.. Besides.. I'll be able to spend eternety with The Keeper Of The Night." her shoulders shrugged and she turned, slowly walking towards the stronghold. "I have done nothing but talk in riddles and therefore if you slay me, you will have no reason."

2009-11-04 [The Horseman]: He appeared infront of her, his sword blade resting on her neck, "You keep speaking in riddles and I'll have myself a new trophy for my personal collection. Now tell me what in the Nine Hells you and your people are doing here?" his voice had gone from gentle to dark and controlling almost. His body seemed to fill with a dark radiance and a dark aura appeared to surround his body.

2009-11-04 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She looked at his blade then at him, still as calm as ever. "rebuilding an old stronghold of coarse. I had a dear friend thst use to command it, she has passed away sadly and left this to me. So the real question is, why are you, sir, on my land?"

2009-11-04 [The Horseman]: He grit his teeth and thought to himself, 'Dammit this one is totally different then the last one I encountered. She's a bit more subtle then the rest of them. If I take her out that means I gotta fight the rest of the army in the castle on the ridge. I have my regeneration ability but I don't know if it will work against an army like this, these guys are better trained then the last one I fought.' He relaxed and then twirled his sword in one hand placed it back on his back, turning around to walk away he said, "I'm just passing through," as he started to walk away he instead found himself staring at the blades of several different polearms and about fifty other armoured men. "This is interesting...."

2009-11-04 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: 'She turned and blinked. "men back off everythings okay, head home." she began to stroll towards the stronghold. "I was going to offer you food a bed and drink, but I guess not. Have a good trip." she walked away, becoming as silent as ever. He still hadn't seen her face..

2009-11-05 [The Horseman]: He stared at the peculiar young woman, his eyes watching her every movement, obviously a warrior but not quite a killer. A natural leader but not quite that of a generals class, though there was something about her that gave off a sense that if you should choose to follow her you would not be disappointed. He sniffed the air, then turned his gaze northeast, where dark clouds began to swirl and lightning began to strike. "Oh great as if I didn't have enough problems already, now I've got Them to deal with too?" he muttered under his breath. "My lady you might want to get your battlements ready, you're about to be introduced to a new kind of war. One with guns and tactics, go prepare your men, they Shadow Hunters are coming," with that last bit the giant man started sprinting towards the northeastern slopes.

2009-11-05 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She looked over her shoulder at him then bsck at tge stronghold. "men." she stated simply. Her mens bodys shifted, as did everything on them. As she strode, her armor changed, kept the designs, but changed, becoming a bulletproof vest and several other things, a cloth over her mouth. The walls of the stronghold turned to metal and rifles, pistols, shotguns and the like appeared on every man, her sword shifting to be a sniper rifle. She chuckled and entered her stronghold.

2009-11-05 [The Horseman]: He thought to himself as he ran towards the swirling black clouds as to how he was going to be able to stop the Shadow Hunters this time. He knew all of the commanders of each regiment, but when it came down to it not many of them liked him, or even wanted to talk to him. Especially because normally he had Plick with him. He sighed as he continued to ponder his choices.

2009-11-05 [Asguard]: Irvine Rammfaust stood patiently on the ridge of the mountain, a pair of binoculars held up to his eyes watching his old friend Victor running towards their location. Thankfully the Juggernaut Regiment of the Shadow Hunters wasn't totally worried about many things considering their technology, tactics and their leadership. Irvine smiled at the thought of meeting back up with his old friend, a smile grew across his face and he pondered as to how he should welcome Victor. Then he grinned even bigger, "Sniper team 2 report!" a series of calls echoed amongst his men and a pair of men appeared right next to him in almost an instant. "SNIPER TEAM 2 REPORTING SIR!" both of the men shouted simultaneously, he smiled and said, "I would like you to welcome back on old friend, you know whom I'm talking about, so take care with him, he's a bit eager to return to us." "SIR!" the two shouted and then disappeared in a blur.

2009-11-05 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The commander set herself in the tower of her wuarters before she aimed her rifle, waiting silently. Her men continued as thi nothing was wrong at all. They worked very very calmly.

2009-11-05 [The Horseman]: Victor was running almost full dead sprint towards the mountain when he heard a faint 'click'ing sound from about nine hundred meters away. His reflexes acted before he had even thought about it, and it paid of when he felt the wind from a .50 caliber sniper round pass not even an inch and a half from his chest. "How did I know it was Him that was here, I guess it was that gut feeling. SHOW YOURSELVES!!!!" he shouted into the woods and he barely saw a glance of light off of a pair of binoculars roughly eight hundred and eighty meters away. He instantly started sprinting towards the general area he knew where the glint had come from. "Bastards....." he muttered under his breath as he flew towards the sniper team.

2009-11-05 [Asguard]: Irvine smiled as he heard the faint crack of a sniper rifle, he knew that his boys had found the target. "Contact teams 1 through 3 report!" The men again echoed his orders and the contact teams ran over and began to assemble, these times had been made for a single person, to hold one man down at least long enough for someone to get a good shot at him. "You men remember the drill, I don't think I need to explain anything do I?" The men all at once shouted, "NO SIR!" "Good we shall see," he said with an evil looking grin on his face.

2009-11-05 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Another crack of a sniper was heard, and sniper 2 was gone.. She let out her breath and turned her aim, searching for her next target. She found Victor, and followed where he was headded, waiting quietly, an eyebrow raised.. This was going to be fun.

2009-11-05 [Asguard]: Irvine grit his teeth, who had fired at one of his men. "Sniper team 4! REPORT!" the men didn't even have time to echo his command the team was already infront of him. "SIR!" He nodded his head once and then they disappeared, he grabbed his radio and called, "Blackburn calling Oron, Blackburn calling Oron come in."

2009-11-05 [The Horseman]: Vic appeared next to the wounded body of a sniper, blood was pulsing out of his right shoulder. He calmly went to work on stopping the blood flow, pulling out a scrap piece of clothing he ripped it and proceeded to make a tourniquet, until he heard three simultaneous "clicks" behind him. He knew two of the sounds were from assault rifles, the third was a pump action shot gun. He slowly put his hands up and said, "If I don't stop the bleeding he's going to die, and you three might want to keep your heads down, this place isn't very safe for someone to be firing off a rifle like that." The three men waited patiently, moving ever to quietly to for a small perimeter around him, weapons still trained on him. He sighed and then went back to work, pulling out a small bottle of green liquid he dabbed a little bit onto the cloth and then wrapped it around the wound. "There that should stop the bleeding," he said as he tied a tight knot over it, enough to keep blood flow but not enough to where the man would lose his arm.

2009-11-05 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Three bangs were heard and bullets scaved past the men, all hitting their sides. Warning shots. She aimed again and took in a deep breath, she waited, ready to strike them down.

2009-11-05 [The Horseman]: Victor flashed a mirror at her three times, an international signal or safety. He hoped she knew what it meant, he put the injured man onto his back and nodded at the men, noticing their wounds healing rapidly, almost nearly as fast as his own wounds would. He smiled and knew who was behind that one, Irvine as usual.

2009-11-05 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She sat back and sinply watched through her scope, eyes narrowed

2009-11-05 [Asguard]: Irvine waited patiently, know full well that his men having gene samples and newer modified genetic structures similar to Victors would be well enough off if they got into a bind. But he still had this twinge in his spine, like he shouldn't be standing on a ridge without his armor. He felt naked, even though he had his swords and all of his other weapons he still didn't feel right without his armor on. He sighed and then turned around as a shadow leapt over him followed by three more. He smiled and looked at Victor who was carrying the body of one of his men from Team 2. "Welcome Victor, its been a while." He said with a grin as he raised his arms in a hugging gesture.

2009-11-06 [The Horseman]: Victor turned to face Irvine, letting the body of the man fall slowly and gently onto the ground. He turned towards his shorter "brother" and as he would have expected he had that stupid shit eaten grin on his face. Vic moved right infront of Irvine and held out his hand in a greeting, "We are a bit old for hugs brother, you should at least understand that much having been alive for so long."

2009-11-06 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She sighed and left her quarters, continuing her men working on the stronghold. Bricks that were once rock were now steel pamnels, hammers and nails, welders, electric drills and screws were now there aswell along wuth bulletproof glass. What were horses was now forklifts and trucks. She stood where she had before, stairing out of the large metal doors, up at the hill in a bit of wonder.

2009-11-06 [Asguard]: Irvine grabbed Victors arm firmly, his strength was almost equal to Victor's, even though he was about two feet shorter then him. Irvine smiled and then let go of his arm, waving his hand politely that Victor would hopefully follow him. "Please let us walk and have a nice chat as to why you are here, of all places," his voice was calm and melodic.

2009-11-06 [The Horseman]: Victor walked calmly along side his younger brother, noticing that Irvine had indeed grown much stronger since they last had met he humored him with a tale of why he was in this region. "In here hunting something, or someone whichever you might prefer to know, and lets just say that for the simple fact that it is extremely intelligent and tactful. I also has very keen senses, so it makes it almost impossible to get close enough to."

2009-11-06 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: [I'm going to wait to post till I can come more into play. Go ahead you two]

2009-11-07 [Asguard]: Irvine stopped dead in his tracks, he knew what Victor was hunting and he turned around slowly his eyes wide. "Don't tell me you are hunting Them?! Are you INSANE!!! They know how to kill you for sure, besides that no one has ever seen one and Lived to tell the tale. What is wrong with you man?!"

2009-11-07 [The Horseman]: Victor grabbed a hold of Irvine firmly, lifting him easily three feet off the ground as if he weighed nothing more then a baby kitten. "You listen to me and you listen Good Irvine! Yes that is what I'm hunting and You and your men will help me, or by the Gods I will kill each and every last one of you and your men. DO YOU HEAR ME!!!" Victor threw Irvine onto the ground with a loud 'thud' and then pulled his hood back revealing the mask me wore. "I will find the last Jinn's and I will make them Pay for what they did to the Shadow Hunters and ME!"

2009-11-07 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The commander stared out at the feild, silent then bolted. One of Irvines soldiers sounded a slight alarm, pointing at the feild "Sir?" a group of four wolves was running from the stronghold towards the trees, where a pack of large Hellcats were running from. They would meet in the middle in no time... There were atvleast 80 hellcats and only four woulves. There would surely be no avail for the wolves. The creatures clashed in the middle, blood flying. This would be over in a matter of seconds. And indeed it was... But, the hellcats were not victorious.. The four wolves stood, bloodsoaked, amongst the bodies of the hellcats.. What magnificent creatures! If they could do that to an animal.. What about to a man? Any smart general would love to have creatures like that on his side.. Ohh the damage they could do! The wolves looked up at the hill then started at slow paces, back towards the stronghold.

2009-11-07 [Asguard]: Irvine grit his teeth and drew his scimitar swords, rushing at Victor he screamed and swung once, twice and a third time. "I WON'T LET MY MEN DIE LIKE THAT!! THE JINNS WILL KILL US ALL IF WE PROVOKE THEM!!!" He began swinging wildly, raging filling him with strength and speed and fueling him onwards.

2009-11-07 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: One of the wolves halted, hearing this exclimation, it turned it's head and stared then bolted for the hill, ears back, tail raised, teeth bore.the wolf had heard the blade, and was determined to stop thst forsaken high pitched noise it made when it cut through the air. The wolfs long legs brought it closer and closer to the hill very quickly. One of Irvines men turned. "SIR! We have a problem!" he pointed at the wolf as it got closer and closer.

2009-11-07 [Asguard]: Irvine looked at the wolf and then smiled, his body disappeared and reappeared right infront of the wolf blade in midswing ready to tear through the pitiful animal like a hot knife through butter. "DIE DOG!!!!!!!!" he screamed.

2009-11-07 [The Horseman]: Victor appeared right before Irvine's blade hit the wolf, he grabbed Irvine's swinging arm and threw him into the air, then turned to the wolf and grabbed onto it in a bear hug, firm enough to hold it from harming him or anyone nearbye but not hard enough to hurt the creature. "Calm down you infurinal IDIOT!" he shouted at Irvine as he saw him land nimbly on his feet. "You were about to attack an innocent animal, what in the HELL is the matter with you man??!" he again shouted at Irvine.

2009-11-07 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The wolfs eyes narrowed at victor and an all to familiar voice, sounding of velvet, spoke in his mind. "Drop me. Now." tho the voice was more harsh, totally different to the calm and somewhat playfullness he'd heard before. "or I'll bite your damn nose off." she was not happy with the bearhug.

2009-11-07 [Asguard]: Irvine glared at the wolf, "I'll RIP YOUR HEAD OF YOU STINKING ANIMAL!!!!" he screamed and lunged at Victor and the wolf, both blades thrust forwards hoping to pierce through the wolfs soft belly.

2009-11-07 [The Horseman]: Victor grit his teeth, 'Dammit he's a persistant little bugger,' he threw the wolf into the air. He lunged forward grabbing both blades in one hand he yanked them forward and landed a hard elbow to Irvine's jaw sending him flying backwards his swords still in Victors grasp. "You Idiot calm down, there is no time for this we have to hunt the Jinn's down!"

2009-11-07 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The wolf landed and stared at Irvine with deadly eyes, hackles raised, sharp teeth bore. The wolf was larger then most, on all fours, it's head hit five feet. The wolf looked up at Victor and gave a snarl of displeasure.

2009-11-07 [The Horseman]: Victor glared at the wolf and then held up his hand, which then became ingulfed in flames. "SHOKAHOW!!!!!!!" he fired a ball of fire towards the wolf, only as a threat. "I suggest you remain calm as well, or the men surrounding you will have no choice but to use those itchy trigger fingers they've got. And you might want to take into account the number of men and the type of weapons trained on you, I guarantee you can't dodge that many bullets if any at all."

2009-11-07 [Asguard]: Irvine slowly got up, his head rang and his jaw hurt like a bitch, he felt it with his hand and new he would have a small bruise where he had taken the elbow. "What the hell do you want me and my men to do against something like that? We can barely even handle You and a lowly Dog for christ sakes." He said with a bit of acid in his voice, he was extremely mad now, he knew in a contest of speed he was by far faster then Victor, but in a strength contest Victor was in a whole other league. "Give me back my weapons," as he said it he disappeared and reappeared to Victors left hand side, his swords in his hand and Victors left palm dripping blood. "Thank you," was his reply though he still had his swords drawn he never took his eyes off of the wolf.

2009-11-07 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The wolf stared up at him then it's mouth twisted in a grin, before the wolf began to back up some, an odd look in the wolfs eye, before the wolf jumped up to be in the sun, making it impossible to see the wolf, and when it.. She.. Came down, the commander of the stronghold stood before them, a wolf seen running back into the stronghold. On her belt was her blade and in her hands, guns. "you want to fight a wolf? How pathetic." there was venom in her voice, nothing like what victor had heard previously. Her face was covered save for her green--err.. Gold eyes, thst glared at Irvine.

2009-11-07 [The Horseman]: "ENOUGH! Stop this foolishness Immediately!" his voice commanding and firmly stated. "I will not tolerate any of this foolishness any longer do either of you hear me?!" he shouted looking back and forth between Irvine and the woman. "Now we all have a common enemy and I don't feel like killing anyone but Them right now, unless you make me kill you," his voice was hard to not hear and almost obey. The men around him slightly lowered their weapons, not out of fear but out of the fact that his voice commanded an authority to it.

2009-11-07 [Asguard]: "BAQADA!!!!!" Irvine shouted at the top of his lungs and then disappeared and reappeared right next to the woman, swinging his left handed sword viciously towards her neck. "I'LL KILL YOU YOU INBRED FILTH!!! MAY THE LIGHT OF THE SHADOW HUNTERS PERGE YOU FROM THIS LAND!!!" He spun on his left foot, feinting the sword blow and spun kicked the woman right in the rib cage, with enough force to knock an elephant into the air.

2009-11-07 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Her feet lifted from the ground and a grunt escaped her, but she did not go more than an inch up. Blood soaked through where her mouth would be on the cloth and her eyes narrowed. She spun at him and grabbed his foot, twisting, she shot her own for his groin, pulling him into her kick, making sure it landed, she then attempted to dissapear, and flickered but stayed there. A hand went to her obviously broken ribs and soft pants could be heard leaving her, before she turned and with a red hot fury, she pulled her blade from her belt and slashed wildly at him, getting as close to him ad she could manage to make sure she didn't miss. "THIS IS MY LAND AND MY STRONGHOLD! YOU DO NOT DEFY ME HERE!"

2009-11-07 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: [brb go on n post]

2009-11-09 [The Horseman]: Victor appeared in between the two of them, grabbing each of their feet and spinning around throwing them into the air opposite directions. "I SAID THAT IS ENOUGH CHILDREN!!!" He moved his hands so quick that most people only saw a few of the symbols he made, "Bacudo 6 Winding Binding Chains," yellow winding chains shot from the palms of his hands and wrapped themselves tightly around both Irvine and the girl. "We will settle this later, after we deal with the Jinn's do you understand?"

2009-11-09 [Asguard]: Irvine knew that he would be feeling alot of pain later but right now his adrenaline was keeping him from feeling much of anything, save for the magical chains wrapping themselves tighter around him like an anaconda the more he struggled. "I'll deal with the dumb broad later, as for helping you with the Jinn's you can forget it. I'm not sending my men to slaughter, especially by something of that evil," was his acid reply.

2009-11-09 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She fell silent in the chains, save for panting, blood dripping from her cloth mask, her shoulders shaking. With the wolf face detailed on it it looked like the wolf was bleeding. She tried to move the chains off her ribs and attempted to move her hands to the breaks, silent, her eyes shining bright gold. She was hurting, and if she could get her hands in the right spot, shed heal herself.. But the damn chains were to tight

2009-11-10 [The Horseman]: Victors grip tightened and so did the chains, "I'm not letting either of you go until you both agree that there is something bigger then any of us that needs to be dealt with. Do you hear me?" he said as he yanked on both chains pulling them both stumbling towards him. "We have to work together to fix this problem or else this world will continue into chaos."

2009-11-10 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She watched him and took in a sharp breath when the chains loosened but groaned when he made them stumble. Her hands moved to her side and her eyes began to glow neon green but she did not speak, watching them with a questionable look, she, still panting lightly. "fine." cams the venom filled words from her lips. She was obviously not a happy person right now. Red laser sniper beams started to show on some of them then they honed in, one on Victors head, one on Irvines head, and about ten floating around on her back.. And from her own stronghold?

2009-11-13 [Lucy, My Angel of Death]: (( nvrmnd....))

2009-11-13 [Lucy, My Angel of Death]: ((sorry..i just dont want to mess anything up that you two are doingso.. i wont rp then..))

2009-11-13 [Lucy, My Angel of Death]: (( its fine... could you pm me please... cause i read it.. and im confused..@-@;;))

2009-11-13 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: (pm me)

2009-11-13 [Asguard]: Irvine had noticed the small red dots, he never cared and neither did his men. They had the same regeneration as Victor did, and mere bullets wouldn't be able to stop them, even ones to the head. "You may want to tell your men to stand down, or otherwise my men won't have much of a choice But to exterminate you and your men. And trust me, we've got the man power to do so," Irvine said with a laugh and a big grin on his face.

2009-11-13 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She looked at him and gave him a wicked grin, "this is only in case there's a problem.. I know you and your brother reginerate.. You don't keep your heads on lock down very well.. N besides.. The lasers are handheld, just to bug you... If they wanted to shoot, they'd have already fired..." she looked at Victor. "now please, let me go. I'd like to get back to work."

2009-11-16 [The Horseman]: Victor grinned at her, "Your men have already been compromised, Mine have already taken care of most of them, save for a few stragglers. It won't be long before they find them," his voice a chipper higher and more enthusiastic. "Besides that fact, we all here are all immortals, you aren't gonna take us out that easily."

2009-11-16 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She gave a quiet laugh. "my men? Nonononono. You havnt even seen my men. The workers at the stronghold? I paid them. They meen nothing to me.. In fact, my men aren't even around us right now, tho they will be if I call them. Now, let me go. I tire of this game." she was speaking in riddles again.... Fun... She looked at the chains and moved herself a bit, pulling against them. "my ribs hurt."

2009-11-16 [The Horseman]: Victor gripped his hand harder on her chain, squeezing her even tighter. "Don't tempt me to end you here and now, I've got bigger fish to fry, and I'm not entirely worried about your men girl. You should be worried about my abilities and the predicament you are in."

2009-11-16 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She grunted a bit then broke out in a wide grin at him. "you keep calling me girl when in fact, I am much older then you or your brother here... You do not know me nor my abuilities, so who is to say you can even cut me?" her eyes began to glow gold and her canine teeth enlongated in fangs and her shoulders shook as she began to laugh, grinning at him.

2009-11-16 [The Horseman]: Victor glared and then appeared behind her in an instant, a smaller sword in his hand and a slash in her shoulder appearing and spurting blood. "I have been alive since the beginning of time child, there aren't many who can say such a thing, and I know for a fact that you aren't one of those." The chains wrapping themselves around her making her almost into the size of a young tree. "Don't pressure me into killing you, I have no need to kill a youngling like yourself save you give me a good reason to."

2009-11-16 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Shr gave a small cry of pain and gritted her teeth a bit, head lowering some. The wound in her shoulder splattered blood on him, and it began to burn his skin as tho it was liquid metal. The wound began to heal slowly and she lifted her head some, giving off a low growl. "you sir..." her voice was angry. "are out of line... I do not apprecrate being cut nor gripped by chains under these circumstances... I have done nothing.. And I say nothing...but speak to you in riddles and rhymes.. There are times.. When I would deserve this.. But not now... So if you will... Let me go.. I do not fight in the same battle as you.... I do not wish to be a part of it.. I wish for you to get off my land.. And leave my stronghold... Alone.." she spoke slowly and angerly as her shoulders shook a bit. "good sir.. Have you ever heard of.. The Keeper Of The Night?"

2009-11-16 [The Horseman]: Victor calmly looked at her and kept his glare, "Have you ever learned that right now we are being watched by more then just the trees? Or even the wolves? If you can't smell them, then listen for them." His eyes wandered around noticing small shifts and voids in the air around them. "We have company ladies, and not the kind we want to keep waiting either," the chains from his hands retracted he disappeared. "DIE DEMON!!!!!" he was over two hundred feet away slashing at the air, or so it appeared that way.

2009-11-16 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She watched then appeared to be gone. Three demons, well more of, their body parts, came flying from the trees and a band of wolves came careening out of them, all being silver save for the leader of the pack, green with golden eyes. The wolves tire back into the trees with lightning speed.

2009-11-17 [Asguard]: Irvine appeared in several different places at once, moving so fast the demons never even knew what hit them. "DIE!!!!!" both of his swords in hand, slicing through demon hide like a hot knife through butter. He began sprinting, his feet leaving a hot trail of burnt ground where ever he ran. His sword work was graceful and perfectly technical.

2009-11-17 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The wolves dodged and ducked, none getting hurt but sleaving a wake of death in their path.. They were fast... Powerful... But they were graceful, every move precise, accurate, right in target. They were magnificent.

2009-11-17 [The Horseman]: Victor threw his sword into the air, pulling his hands back and putting his hands into a bear claw form. "TAKE THIS!!!! JOLON SHOO BATSU!!!!!!!" As straight blast of pure white light fired from his wrists and blasted a huge area into the wooded area where the wolves were. "I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!" he grabbed his sword in one hand as he leapt forward towards the trees, swinging his sword like it was a paper weight.

2009-11-17 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The wolves mostly dodged the fire blast save for a few singed hairs. The big black wolf was in his face, on hind legs and gave a snarl, speaking mentally. 'You idiot, we are killing the demons.' before the pack took off back through the demons, tearing them appart. The wolves all kept sharp eyes on him as they moved systematically through the trees.

2009-11-17 [The Horseman]: Victor moved with the speed of something not born of this world, appearing to and fro, like some kind of a ghost or appiration. He would slice a couple of times in the air and disappear, all the while the men from Irvine's regiment began taking up defensive positions and firing at any demon that got past their commander and their former commander.

2009-11-17 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The wolves co tinued to kill, snarling loud, they flying past the men with lightning speed.

2009-12-14 [You Can't Save Me]: A tall dark figure stalked warely through the forest. His twin broad swords bore heavy on his back. It's been a while since he had been in a fight. His energy was growing faint. After all, the last sign of life he saw was several days ago, and his blades-- his life force was thirsting for souls. His dark hood was covering his silver eyes, and jet black long hair. He had forgotten his past, even his name, but those few companions who accompanied along his journey of uncovering his past called him Hawk Moon, contrived from his feathered partner who was flying in the darkness over head. Hawk Moon had a certain connection to this creature, he had the ability to see what Midnight (the hawk) could see. The blades on his back were more than just swords, so he had learned, they were more like living things existent on multiple planes of reality, known as the rune swords, Ravenbrand and Crowscream. He saw a stronghold through midnights eyes, he thought maybe he could find hospice, or a bandit outpost to raid of souls. the pace in his step quickened

2009-12-15 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: (since ichigo isn't posing for the fight) The wolves had finished the battle and returned to the stronghold. Rebeuilding had commenced again, and the young woman stood at the gates, stairing up at the nearly full moon. She could hear someone approaching and her eyes shifted to the trees. There were no more guns at the stronghold, the walls stone again, everything back to normal. Her ribs were slowly healing as she went to the gates entrence, they open just enough for her to stand between them. She waited patiently.

2009-12-21 [You Can't Save Me]: Through Midnight's eyes he saw the gates of the stronghold open and a figure standing there. Hawk Moon began to slow down knowing he was expected. His hands were twitching ready to draw his blades. Finally he broke through the trees and came up slowly to the gates and the figure standing there. He lowered his hood and waited to be addressed.
Midnight swooped down from the sky and landed on his shoulder, the hawk was almost a form of himself, jet black feathers and piercing silver eyes.

2009-12-22 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The woman hidden behind the wolven helm tilted her head slightly to him. "welcome." came her voice, sounding like a chorus of angels, whispering into the song of the night, a beautiful ballad. Her eyes showedthe smile the snarling helm hid. "what is your title, and your busness here?" she didn't show any sighns of threatening him, and her men had all departed for bed for the night, save for the posted guards that seemed relaxed.

2009-12-23 [The Horseman]: Irvine and Victor were camped up on the ridge still, walking around tending to the wounded. With their regeneration abilities nullified by their previous battle with the demons but their wounds weren't regenerating like the would normally so Irvine and Victor along with the entire regiment of healers began working on the tattered remnants of the Juggernaut regiment.

2010-01-12 [You Can't Save Me]: "I am Hawk Moon, or thats what everyone calls me, i honestly don't know my true name. I am a wanderer, searching for some remnant of my past that will give me an idea of who i am, or what i am." He tosses his hair out of his silver eyes and takes a short pause. "I am in need of shelter and nourishment, with nothing but my services to offer. I am sufficiently skilled in swordplay and have a keen talent in sorcery. I'm sure you could find me useful in some way" He looks up hopefully, swaying from exhaustion.

2010-01-12 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She offered a gauntlet covered hand to him. "enter, I will get you food and shelter. Just follow me." she started walking towards the quarters, calling out a few orders to the guards in an odd language. She walked at a slow pace for him, her entire form moving as tho she wasn't even on the ground. Her Head turned so she could watch him. "I am Vareladaine, call me what you wish."

2010-01-12 [The Horseman]: Irvine walked patiently around completeing his trip all the way through the camp twice, making sure everyone of his men was perfectly tended to. "Blast it all we need some true healers, wretched demons...." he spat out all to loudly. Victor appeared beside him in a flash and put a hand on his shoulder, "Calm yourself brother, we shall have our revenge soon enough but first we must ask that woman if she can provide aide to us," his brother calmly removed his hand and Irvine looked up at him. "We are blood brothers, but why do we need her help? She brought this upon us and didnt even try to help when we were ambushed. What good of a help can she be?!" Irvine screamed, his pulse increasing and his eyes dilating. "I shall return, hopefully with healers, food and a possible shelter for at least a short while." Victor disappeared as fast as he had appeared, he stood infront of the giant gates and looked around from underneath his hood.

2010-01-13 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The gates were slowly closing and a guard looked down at him from the wall. "halt, sir! What is you busness here? The Keeper has stepped away to help another." he called, watching the other calmly. "and for your kin to say she did not help is not true."

2010-01-17 [The Horseman]: Victor disappeared and reappeared, standing in the air directly infront of the simple guard. "I suggest you talk with your master about learning proper manners, and secondly I would suggest you open the gate that I may speak with her. I have many brothers in need of immediate medical attention," his voice was calm and collected his hands held at his sides.

2010-01-17 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The guards head tilted. "I spoke with manners, sir, but you took what I said incorrectly. You can see her walking, and you are already inside the gates, so go ask her yourself. She will not want you to barge in with your injured."

2010-01-18 [The Horseman]: Victor glared at the man and then disappeared, his speed was incredible for being so big as he was. He appeared infront of the woman he had met earlier, "I require medical attention for my men on the ridge that you just decided to leave to die."

2010-01-18 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: "that is not my problem, as I recal, youtried to kill my men, so I leave yours. They are of no importance to me, and you have been disgraceful
to me since I spoke to you the drat time, I am not going to help
you becase of these reasns, be gone I am busy."

2010-01-18 [The Horseman]: Victor didnt like being talked down to especially by a female. He grabbed her by the back of her head, his hand easily fitting over her skull, and threw her backwards into her own giant gate. "IF YOU WANT A WAR I'LL GIVE YOU ONE!!!!!"

2010-01-18 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: -she stands easily, her helm not even bent. "Never asked for one. I suggest you leave, or, if you still want help, leave, change your attitude, then come back."

2010-01-18 [The Horseman]: Victor pulled his sword from his back and let it fall heavily on the ground, the weight driving the edge into the dirt. "I'll leave after I've taken your head," he said with a calm whispery voice.

2010-01-18 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She laughed then her face went stern and her eyes began to glow, her hands lifting. Darkness set in around the stronghold, he would not be able to see anything further then right infront of his eyes. Laughing is heard then as the darkness fades, hecis no longer in the stronghold but halfway back to his encampment.

2010-01-19 [The Horseman]: He laughed sadistcally behind her, "You've obviously never dealt with someone more powerful then yourself, but considering your skills to be mere parlor tricks I'm surprised you are still living."

2010-01-19 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: There was no reply to him, as the stronghold activities continued, these were no parlor tricks. She was strong.

2010-01-19 [The Horseman]: Making a few quick hand signs with his hands he pointed his hands towards her, "Bokudo 4: Byakuri" and as he finished his words a solid white beam of light shot forth from his palms straight towards the woman.

2010-01-20 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She turned and glared at him, the beam stopping infront of her before dicipsting. "do not threaten me."

2010-01-20 [The Horseman]: "Childs play," he said as he smiled and pushed his palms forwards, the beam continuing on its path towards her.

2010-01-21 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She watched it then stopped it with her hands, sending it back. (your charrie is getting on my nerves)

2010-01-21 [The Horseman]: (its his nature to be violent, he is a shard of the horseman War) He let the beam hit him, as the light disappated nothing on his was harmed. Not even a hair out of place, "Is that all?" he asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

2010-01-22 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She smirked "I'm done with you."

2010-01-22 [You Can't Save Me]: HawkMoon had jumped to the side with twin rune swords in hand. Crouched ready to defend himself <What is this place?> he asked himself. His blades were moaning for souls but his training with them has made him the true master over them. "Is there a problem here? I'm tired but my swords aren't always convinced and calmed so easily" His eyes going from Vareladaine to the violent brute. His silver eyes piercing mainly in the direction of Victor. "I do not wish your soul to join the purgetory that exists in them, you look like a successful warrior, but your temper will be your doom, learn to control it and you will indeed be a true warrior."

2010-01-22 [You Can't Save Me]: "wasting such potential is not my desire" He stood erect from his crouching position. Looking Victor directly in the eyes.

2010-01-22 [The Horseman]: Victor simply stared down at the man, "You think you can stop me? HAHAHAHA Don't tempt me to break you in two tooth pick. If you think your swords could break my armor then perhaps we should give it a test then? Hehehehehehe," he laughed as he disappeared and reappeared infront of the man, sword held high above his head with his left hand. "DIE!!!" he shouted as he swung downward with all the might of his left arm.

2010-01-22 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Vareladaine smiled under her helm and took him by the hand. "no problem love, just follow me." she turned and the stronghold disapeared from victors etes as tho it had never been there. She lead Hawkmoon towards the quarters and took him past large doors with engraved wolves on them. Her quarters. She took him nextdoor and opened the still large doors for him, leading him inside. "you shall stay here love, the bed will fit itself to your liking, as well as the sheets, there is a warm bath waiting you in the bathing chamber" she pointed to the half open door thst was indeed a washroom "and food will be here for you when you are done with your bath. The other door on the other side of the room.." she pointed. "opens into my chambers, simply knock if you need anything from me and I will answer." she patted his arm and gave a smile under her helm. Not one of the new men had seen her face and she didn't seem to feel obligated to show them. She turned and began to leave without another word to him, her gloved hand trailing his arm before she left, closing the door behind her.

2010-01-22 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: (I'm trying to move this along amd your constant wanting to fight is about to make my brain have a shitfit.)

2010-01-22 [The Horseman]: (Its his nature he is nature he can't help it.) Victor looked around calmly, he sheathed his sword on his back. He closed his eyes and then concentrated on finding the two people he was just fighting, focusing in on their life force. "Come on dammit," he grumbled and then finally found the two he was looking for. They were almost two hundred miles away from his current location, he spat on the ground, "Damnable curs, thinking they can out run me. I have to return to the camp before more of my brothers die in vain," he said aloud as he disappeared and reappeared back at his camp.

2010-01-22 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: (I've been dealing with alot of fighting in my home life so it bugs me..) there were medics there, dressed similar to the woman of the stronghold, gently helping the injured, they were all women and had soft, tender touches-

2010-01-22 [The Horseman]: Victor looked around searching for his blood brother Irvine, he saw him lieing down on a blanket being tended to by a woman. He jumped the mere thirty feet and landed softly next to the woman, without even a sound, "How is his condition?" he asked his voice expressing concern.

2010-01-22 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She did not even flinch. "bad when I got here but getting better hon. Just stand back." she was stitching a few wounds. She was the only one not wearing a mask. Her face was a light tan and get hair a rich blonde, it having been turned that color by the sun. Her hands weren't caluses at all, showing shed never fought a day in her life. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean and voice of whispering angels. She was indeed a beautiful woman. She worked carefully on his brother, having given him numbing angents so he did not feel the needle.

2010-01-22 [The Horseman]: Victor peered down at his brother and noticed a couple of red marks on his arms, "Did you give him any kind of pain medicine?" he asked calmly knowing full well that nothing can dull either of their pains seeing as how their regeneration abilities make it damn near impossible to die.

2010-01-23 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: "no, just gave him a numbing agent. pain meds don't work on him. Your his brother you should know that, love. The numbing agents are in a liquid form from a plant."

2010-01-23 [The Horseman]: "Numbing agents don't work on us either, he still feels pain given the amount," he said calmly his voice relaxing as he looked around the camp noticing that most of his men were being healed with spells.

2010-01-23 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She nodded "I figured but I was taught to try." she continued to work, growing silent. She seemed to be the only medic that didn't use spells.

2010-01-24 [The Horseman]: Victor calmly sat down a few yards away, keeping a close eye on his brother. He sighed and set down his sword, the weight of the blade making it sink into the muddy ground. He put his head in his hands and thought to himself about what they were going to do about this situation.

2010-01-24 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The medic woman was soon at his side, a cool hand touching his arm. "are you injured?" she knelt down in her white and blue medics dress, it already dirtied by the mud on the ground. Her eyes trailed over him slowly, looking for injuries. The other medics were wearing light armor.. Why did she not have any? Or even more, why didn't she use spells?

2010-01-24 [The Horseman]: Victor calmly replied, "Nothing got through my armor my lady thank you, I remain uninjured because of my skin as well," he answered calmly and politely. He took his head from his hands and looked her over, she was very small compared to him but then again who wasn't save for a troll or giant. "Why do you not wear armor?"

2010-01-24 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Her head tilted a bit at his question and she sat back on her bare feet "I do not feel as tho I need it. Why do you ask?" she watched him with those bright blue eyes, her face kind. Had she ever frowned in her life? There were no marks of unhappy emotions on her face, simply smiles and laughter, and at that, she was very pretty.

2010-01-24 [The Horseman]: Victor looked her over agan, noticing that her body was a very interesting little shape and had no signs of injuries previous or otherwise.

2010-01-24 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She gave a small smile. "I have never been hurt by the hand of another in my life time, and I plan to keep it that way. I do not start fights, I do not argue, I do not use harsh words, i am but a healer."

2010-01-24 [The Horseman]: Victor chuckled softly, "Well my lady you play a dangerous game being out here with these people, especially with what lurks in the shadows of these woods." As he finished his sentence he sniffed the air, something was a miss and he had to know what it was. "Stay here my lady, I must check on a few things, have the guards do a double post and fortifactions please," he said as he disappeared, sword slung on his back.

2010-01-24 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She frowned a bit and stood, looking around, telling the guards what hebsaid before tending to a soldier that was wounded.

2010-01-24 [The Horseman]: Victor appeared on the edge of the woods and began looking around. His eye sight much better then any of his mens and even his brothers, he looked around and tried to figure out what had passed by recently.

2010-01-24 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She continued to help the soldier, silent now, her hands gently working to heal his wounds.

2010-01-24 [The Horseman]: Victor made a few hand signs and then left the forests edge, he disappeared and then reappeared right next to the woman again. "I set up a few traps just incase anyone or anything tries to get through," he said looking down at the soldier.

2010-01-24 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She nodded a reply, working jerky, this soldier was in bad condition. She tilted her head a bit and he started to breathe normally.

2010-01-24 [The Horseman]: Victor looked down at the man, then he closed his eyes letting his vision slip into an x-ray like viewing spectrum. He looked the man over, not really noticing anything wrong, "What is wrong with this one my lady?" he asked politely.

2010-01-24 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: "he's yealed nicely now." she gave a smile, standing. "nothing is wrong now." she touched victors arm then moved to look for another injured.

2010-01-24 [The Horseman]: Victor looked down at her and then looked back down at the man. Interestingly enough his body was in very good shape for having been in a fight with such beings.

2010-01-24 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She didn't see anyone not being treated so she seated herself on a rock, smiling.

2010-01-24 [The Horseman]: Victor walked around, looking at all the men with his vision on and noticed that most of the men were returning to almost perfect condition.

2010-01-24 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She watched the men get up, healthy and vibrent, a small smile on her lips even as a man tried to grab her ass but stopped as she looked at him.

2010-01-24 [The Horseman]: Victor looked around at his brothers men, noticing that alot of them had higher spirits, but they're bodies didnt have the same look of when they first because Shadow Hunters.

2010-01-25 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She looked up at victor and gave a smile. "we do what we can to help, some tissue damage is irreverible tho so we can not heal all of it." she stood as the medics started to gather. "we are to take our leave."

2010-01-25 [The Horseman]: Victor looked his men over and saw that alot of them were reverting back to their former selves.

2010-01-25 [You Can't Save Me]: Hawkmoon was fully rested and fed feeling better than he had in months he stepped out onto the stronghold grounds to get some fresh air

2010-01-25 [You Can't Save Me]: Walking aimlessly around the stronghold Hawkmook was racking his brain, as he often did, trying to remember his past. Midnight was circling overhead. He stretched out his arm and Midnight landed on it with out question "who am i" he ask the bird, stroking its neck. He looked around, feeling the breeze in his hair. He looked up at the cloudy sky.

2010-01-25 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The young medic girl started off with the group of medics, they running, she just walking. They were fast.

The woman of the stronghold could be seen on the wall, head turned to the sky.

2010-01-25 [You Can't Save Me]: Hawkmoon saw through midnight's eyes the entirity of the stronghold. "I could stay here for a while" saying to himself wanting a break from his quest.

2010-01-25 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The woman stood still as stone, stairing up at the dark sky, her arms crossed over her armored chest.

2010-01-25 [You Can't Save Me]: Hawkmoon saw Vareladaine and approached her. "it seems a storm is brewing"

2010-01-25 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She didn't move but she replied. "always one brewing at this time of year..." she spoke softly.

2010-01-25 [You Can't Save Me]: "i've been to many places, searching for myself. Seen many storms, and many battles. They really aren't that different when you think about it."
when he said that he felt a rain drop fall on his brow. He stuck out his arm and midnight landed on it before his arm was completely extended. They share a connection of thought.

2010-01-25 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She have a nod "they are but i find the ones here.. Extrodinary..."

2010-01-25 [You Can't Save Me]: "whats your story?"

2010-01-25 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: "what do you mean, hon?"

2010-01-25 [You Can't Save Me]: "where do you come from? Who were your parents? The life that lead you here." The rain began to pour more heavily, you could hear the rain clinking on Hawkmoon's armor, midnight was fluffing out his feathers and shaking.

2010-01-25 [The Horseman]: Victor walked around his camp, looking at his brothers and noticing that many of them were going back to being regular humans. "Damnable hell, we are going to have to go through the ritual again," he mumbled under his breath. He searched around for his blood brother so he could let him know what they would need to do.

2010-01-25 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The woman stared up still. "what lead me here was a life of fighting, a life of living on the streets... Doing anything to find my next meal... Until I met the former woman of the stronghold... She saved me when I was 9... Heh.. It was like taming an alligator..."

2010-01-25 [You Can't Save Me]: "what was her name?"

2010-01-26 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She shook her head slowly. "I called her Alpha... That's the only way I knew her..."

2010-01-27 [You Can't Save Me]: "i see..." hawkmoon looked down to the ground and the mud forming around him thinking how he could ever find any clue about his past. he looked up shaking his soaked hair from his face, revealing a scar that ran from his hair line above his left eye down to the middle of his cheek. He pulled a rolled cigarette from his side pouch and he lit it with a small ball of flame he produced in the palm of his hand.

2010-01-27 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She grew silent then looked at him through her helm. Why did she never show her face? She slowly headed back towards her quarters, arms crossed over her stomach.

2010-01-27 [You Can't Save Me]: "would you like to get a drink?" he asked to the back of her head as she was walking away.

2010-01-27 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Her pace stopped and her head turned back to him. "A drink?" her head tilted. "what sort? My cooks have many items at their disposal"

2010-01-27 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The young medic girl followed the other medics silently but screamed as a lone shadow creature leapt at her from a nearby tree

2010-01-27 [The Horseman]: Victor eyed the tree line where the screams came from, he knew nothing could live from his traps that he had set. His eye sight let him look and watch as the creature was torn into tiny pieces by the magical blades he had set up as traps.

2010-01-27 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The medic girl fell back into the mud from the sheer fright, pushing herself back with her feet. Her convoy was already far ahead and showed no signs of turning around.

2010-01-27 [The Horseman]: Victor looked at the woman and ordered five of his mean to go accompany her back to her stronghold and then double time it back to camp.

2010-01-27 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She looked up at them and shook her head. "I have to stay here till dawn... There will be our troops coming for me.. It's an order from Vareladaine..."

2010-01-27 [The Horseman]: They looked at eachother and then nodded, the Sergeant stepped forward, "Well then ma'am you will have to stay the night with us. You will be staying in the commanders tent so don't worry about privacy you will have all you need." They lead her back to the camp cautiously.

2010-01-28 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She walked slowly with them, her pretty white dress now covered in mud along with her feet hands, and a bit on her face. She rubbed her arms nervously

2010-01-28 [The Horseman]: Victor looked her over, not seeing any damage done to her, save for her dress which he could wash off no problem. "Are you injured at all lady?" he asked.

2010-01-28 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She shook her head "no... Just scared..." she was quivering a bit, arms wrapped around herself.

2010-01-28 [The Horseman]: Victor spoke in the Shadow hunter language very quickly, "Qeayug no watsumo, norguewchan ordenteika?" The sergeant that had escorted the girl replied just a few simple words. "Donatoku mangekoshuya," Victors visible eye widened and then glared. "Take her to the commanders tent and let her rest, we will discuss this when you get back. Lady please make yourself comfortable until the morning, be at peace you are in good hands," he said with a plain smile on his face.

2010-01-28 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She blinked at the odd language. "...what did you say to him?" she watched victor closely, not following the escort just yet. She rubbed her arms a bit cold.

2010-01-28 [The Horseman]: Victor looked at her and said calmly, "I was just asking about a situation report on the forest perimeter, nothing more now please lady go rest and be ready to travel in the morning." Smiling he extended his hand calmly for her to follow the guards to the commanders tent.

2010-01-29 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She looked at the guard then to him and began to follow the guard.

2010-01-29 [The Horseman]: Victor made a few hand signs to his men and then he disappeared, his men went to work on making fortifactions around the entire encampment.

2010-01-29 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She looked around the tent, silent, rubbing her arms, trying to find what to do.

2010-01-29 [The Horseman]: Irvine was lying in his rack asleep, but tossing and turning his dreams were haunting him, he cried out softly a few times but in the Hunter language.

2010-01-29 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She walked slowly to him, sitting gently beside him, she touched his Arm to soothe him, humming a lullaby

2010-01-29 [The Horseman]: Irvine sprang up in his sleep, sword appearing in his hand, the blade stopping just by her throat. He was panting heavily, he looked her up in down and then slowly removed the blade from her throat and says slowly, "Lady you shouldn't sit so close to someone like me, you end up getting hurt trust me."

2010-01-29 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She watched him with those ue eyes. "I won't be hurt.. Never have been... Never will be.. There's something about me.. No ones ever youched me in a hurting way, ever. Nor said hurtful things to me." she smiled and stood slowly.

2010-01-29 [The Horseman]: He puts his blade away in its sheath, and then sits up in his rack, legs hanging off the side and touching the ground.

2010-01-29 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: She walked across the tent and wondered where she could wash, putting a hand on her hip, she sighed. "where do I bathe?" she looked at the mud on her hands.

2010-01-29 [The Horseman]: Irvine looked at the tent flap and then pointed, at the door, "Through there and to left lady," he said calmly.