2011-12-02 [The Horseman]: Victor shot the young male an image through his mind, an image of Victor holding him by his feet as he pulled his toes off one by one, then is fingers. "Do not tempt me to show you what a beast really is boy," he said mentally with the picture.

2011-12-02 [Kaos101]: Jackson shook his head, clearing the image from his mind, swaying lightly from the effects of being briefly pulled from reality. What was he trying to do? Brainwash him with fear? A poor tactic. Jackson doubted the giant had a single companion he hadn't already killed for taking a step in a direction the giant wasn't comfortable with at the time. Jackson pledged years ago he wouldn't allow himself to be swayed by fear or by the threats of others, no matter how strong. His sensei deserved better than that. Victor was surely no beast, for beasts didn't torture. The giant was simply a monster. Jackson didn't bother thinking a reply; Victor already knew what he thought of him and it wasn't about to change, especially if sending images of torture was Victor's way of getting respect. He instead focused his attention on Alexandria."Not sure what that means, but sounds like a good plan." He said, giving the best smile he could with the memory of Victor's image still floating in his mind.

2011-12-03 [Firmina Tiberia]: Shi'hiro turned her head towards Victor and her eyes narrowed a little, but she kept her mind, blank, at least as far as he knew. She'd been around his kind before, at least, mind readers, that gave no respect to anyone of their thoughts. Thoughts were personal. He really had no reason to be snooping in their minds. She had learned to block people like him, very easily. She stood and walked close to Alexandria, she knelt down and gave the other woman a smile, whilst resting her gloved hand on Alexandria's knee, she leaned closer to look at the paper. "Let me see what you have there." She said softly to her,

2011-12-03 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Alexandria turned the paper so Shi'hiro could see it, smiling to her "I'm thinking about giving everyone am area to focus on rebuilding then giving everyone their own chambers and things of the sort.

2011-12-04 [The Horseman]: Victor continued to walk around, picking up stones and placing them in piles near certain areas which were in need of repair. His elven side had died long ago, his mental reading abilities took over and he started to lose the use of his voice. He still used it to make sure he wouldn't lose it, but he didn't like using his voice. It sounded too soft to him, he wanted to make it deeper. He kept walking around, almost like an automaton, stacking the rocks in neat piles to be used.

2011-12-05 [Kaos101]: Jackson, arms folded, leaned over Alexandria's shoulder opposite Shi'hiro."Oh? It begs the questions, what area should I focus on? If I may offer input, I would like to start on my own quarters if I'm going to be staying here for a while."

2011-12-06 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: "if you wish to stay, I won't stop you. I'd enjoy your company, actually." she smiled softly up at him "would you like to start on your quarters, which will be..." a pause. "in the west wing.. And maybe the armory?"

2011-12-06 [Kaos101]: Jackson grinned." If there's one thing I know it's weapons. I will put my quarters a step away from the armory and keep tabs on whatever gets put in." He said with a bow before heading out.

2011-12-06 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Alexandria thanked him quietly before looking to Shi'hiro with a smile. "I'm sorry but I'm not sure of what your interests are.. Or I'd place you. "

2011-12-06 [The Horseman]: Victor looked up at the walls of the stronghold, seeing small parts missing here and there, he levitated himself up to the foot walks and began to examine them to see where he should start. Until the wind picked up and he caught hold of a strange scent, like death and decay rolled into one. He scoffed and shrugged it aside thinking it was just a dead animal somewhere nearby.

2011-12-06 [Kaos101]: Jackson walked the remnants of the wall of the stronghold until he arrived at the start of the west wing -- or what was left of it. He smelled something. The smell of rotting flesh. He scrunched his nose at the nauseating scent before turning his attention to his two buildings. His quarters shouldn't take as long as the armory, and they didn't exactly have many weapons to store away. He began looking around and noticed a pile of rocks stacked nearby. He shrugged his shoulders at the odd convenience, then walked and grabbed one, beginning to construct the walls.

2011-12-07 [The Horseman]: Victor looked around outside the wall, seeing nothing interesting going on just past the forest. He saw the young male in his corner of the stronghold, looking like his body wouldn't last very long lugging around the stones.

2011-12-19 [The Horseman]: (Did this one die again?)

2011-12-19 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: (I havnt been here... Nor has Tib)

2012-01-18 [The Horseman]: (Anyone still here?)

2012-01-19 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: (I'm always here)

2012-01-21 [The Horseman]: (Yay!)

2012-01-22 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: (but no one seems to want this to go on)

2012-01-24 [The Horseman]: (I'm still here and Waiting, almost painfully for someone to keep going.)

2012-01-24 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: I lost any ideas for a continued story, honestly.)

2012-01-28 [The Horseman]: (Damn that sucks)