War....

[MasterYoda]

The night grew dark as the once Champion of sleeth sat with long time friend Vastly.

''So ... You and your clans hideout has been found. I figured it would have eventually been found for the power of TSS is growing. Granted there is a comfort here within the trees of Melencia, but now they know you are here. What is to become of you and your knights? ''

Havok sat there. With this look of discern on his face. '' This war has been been on the brink of breaking loose for some time now.'' Havok, now grinning, stands to his feet. '' Between our friends in LA and our adversaries in AO this realm has become a spot of turmoil. Insults flying on every message board in every town. Random deaths in towns. The once sacred relics have become nothing more than a game. This world has become nothing more that a chaotic squabble with death instead of leadership.''

With this Havok stared off into the distance.

'' Vastly.... You have allways been a friend of mine.''

''Aye'' Vastly sighs. '' But, I stand with CLAD. That is where my allegance is.''

''Of corse, CLAD and TSS have never been enimies, but moreso have been caught in the line of fire'' Havok now with more of a curious look on his face '' this is looking to become an interesting season''

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Jean, captain of fon sat in the street near his once dominant guild hall. The street lamps had such a glow from the slow burning oil. Weary, and exausted from his battles he sits, and he waits.

Such power once came from these streets. Such passion for good, but now.... Nothing.

Jean jumps to her feet as a figure seems to be coming to him. He quickly stands and draws his weapon.

''Who is there?'' Jean demands.

No response, yet the figure continues to move closer.

''WHO IS THERE !!!'' now with more of a frantic demand in his voice.

''I see your guild house is empty friend...... '' The shadow murmers.

Jean slowly sheathes his weapon. This voice was strangely familiar.

No, it couldn't be. The legend was this man was destroyed by Draco when trying to destroy him alone. He was said to be dead.... But now stands here.

'' Havok? You're..... Alive?''

Havok lowers his hood as he shows the now almost friendly face of a once bloodthirsty killer.

'' Jean.... We neet to talk old friend. There is a war about to begin and I wish to have the best on my side. CLAD and TSS have been growing and the foest has ket me company for so long that I have decided to fight with them. The hour of war is upon us..... Your fate is in your own hands friend.''

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'' Cmon you bunch of dung beetles'' Lyra, one of the new captains yell as the new recruits for kSt run drills for the vigerious war ahead. '' You stab like a girl'' Lyra yells once again.

'' There not ready '' Havok states. '' This war will be very onesided unless we get someone to help me lead. Someone who has been proved to be a great war general.''

Then a voice from behind Havok booms.

''I hear you are looking for Officers''

''You heard correct old friend.''

Havok looked at the once aquantance in the red and black armor.

''Yes Jean, you will forever be honered in the Court of the Knights.''

With a smirk on his face jean utters ' Now isn't this an interesting turn of events '

[TheStoneOne]

The Music had stopped all had left, there was only one figure sitting on the throne in the guild hall.

The Wise One [DW] sat thinking...........

I can feel it in my bones a darkness is coming to this place...... the like of which this land has never seen. And WHAT?? What are we here underground to do??

Bahhhh will the darkness spread from the surface to underground? we of Ragnars kin who have been content to stay here with our heads buried in the sand and say its not our business!! well i feel it coming and this time i fear we must do something we cannot sit and wait hiding in our city for the storm to pass.

silence......................

The wise one stands, hmmmmmm my scouts tell me the forest is awakening with a new force of power but for good or ill they could not say,

our allies the lizards are preparing for something tho they tell us not what it is, and the mafia....no news - the scout did not return.........

Moradin MORADIN HERE ME NOW!!!!!!

guide me what should i do, my guild is small but we are strong we cleave to the light we always have my lord.

silence........................

The wise one sits once more on his throne filled with doubts and worries - we must survive this

BAHHHHHHHH MORADIN I did not get sucked into this forsaken realm only to wittle away and die many are they good dwarves that have died for this kinship of ours and still we grow weaker......

*whispers* Moradin no matter what we WILL survive !

[Blystos Re]

The unsigned threat letters kept arriving.

Paris removed the latest, a self-proclaimed "warning" from the door of the guild hall, and examined it carefully.

WARNING

THE BAND OF OUTLAWS CALLING THEMSELVES KST ARE TO BE TREATED AS SUCH. THEIR ENEMIES ARE MANY AND ANY WHO ARE FOUND IN COMPANY OF, AIDING OR SHELTERING THEIR MEMBERS WILL FIND IT THEIR MISFORTUNE TO HAVE THE OUTLAW'S ENEMY STATUS EXPAND TO INCLUDE THEM AS WELL.

DO NOT ASSOCIATE WITH SUCH COWARDACE.

As with the previous threats, this one was also unsigned. Paris frowned and rolled the piece of parchment up, walking to the nearest torch and touching the note to the flame. While she did not relish the prospect of making more enemies than her small guild already had, there was one thing that bothered her more. She didn't like being pushed around.

Dropping the still smouldering ash to the ground, Paris went to the temple to ask guidance of her god, that she may be better prepared to serve His will when the time came...whenever that might be.