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Alistor began rummaging through the deceased brigands gear, looking for anything that might be a clue.

“Nothing here” he murmured standing up from a crouch into the twilight’s gentle breeze he stared off into the horizon.

“where had all these brigands come from?” taking a few steps to the nearest tree Alistor crossed his arms and leaned against the large oak, settling in before taking in his surroundings.

The sun was setting over the horizon enveloping the surrounding area in a pale orange glow a small breeze playing across the trees and grass catching Alistor’s cape, tugging on it as if children playing. These lands where his home now, and for better or for worse he would do anything to try and keep them safe. There were a great many things happening around him, it was dizzying trying just to sort out what had to be done most of all how to rescue the young child and his new comrades recently captured….but he also had things to avoid. An image long passed invaded his mind, His eye flashing red through his visor in the approaching Darkness. He surveyed the carnage before him with a sigh taking in the body heat leaving the newly created dead. Alistor decided it was high time he tried to find some answers. Removing himself from the tree’s gentle embrace he removed his tarnished great sword from one of the nearby Brigands and hefted the sword unto his shoulder letting it rest. Alistor only knew a few places, taverns he would try, places not fully known to him, having been gone for so long in the company of a certain succubus. Walking into the dieing sun, Alistor took a deep breath of chilled Twilight’s air. There were people in which to get his information from, one of which he hoped never to be in the clutches in again but also some newly acquired friends that had helped him when he was in dire need. Alistor mounted his horse and began riding.

Night quickly enveloped Alistor, forcing him to use his accursed eye. Finally after much riding there was Skara Brae, a place where much had happened, and if Alistor was correct, would continue to. Alistor pressed his horse forward into the city, arriving at the local tavern.

Opening the doors slowly, a poor light flooded out past Alistor into the dusty street attacking the darkness for a mere moment before being swallowed up by the closing of the doors. Alistor took a few paces in and surveyed his surroundings; well used candles lit the tavern poorly, being a place for shadier characters to conduct their trade. A pungent spell of warm food, ale and smoke filled his senses and the tavern was alive with chatter of different conversations both good and bad, but seeing nothing that resembled a friend, decided to talk with some of the locals. Approaching the bar he ordered the tavern’s house ale and sat down looking for someone that might know more about the girl’s whereabouts, or perhaps something else that might need his assistance. Taking off his helm his long hair spilled out over his ears before letting the helm rest on the table. The drink came shortly which he tried, only to make the mistake of taking too much too fast. It was rather strong and he made a face, reminding himself to drink it slower. After a short time he gained the attention of A few people making small talk with him, but he was not getting any closer to finding out anything about the young girl.

Alistor laughed along with another of the man’s crude jokes. It had been awhile since being around human’s and he had missed their crude humor it made Alistor remember his youth growing up along with other recruits in Britain. Alistor suddenly felt the presence of one that should not be walking this realm approaching him from behind slowly, relaxed.....but slowly, someone he had met before. Alistor frowned trying to remember where he had felt this person before then It dawned on him.

“A little far away from the dark mistresses side are we not?” Alistor said into his mug just before taking another small drink. He could feel the seemingly young man behind him smirk.

“Well its not I she wants by her side now is it?” came the reply as the young man leaned over to his left side blocking Alistor’s access to his great sword. Alistor continued to look forward keeping his attention on the mug but could see the smirk blow up into a maniacal smile one reserved for madmen.

“But if I bring you I shall once again regain her favor, and be able to once again torture you! Oh how I miss those days.” Alistor closed his eyes trying to contain his rage, he took another slow sip from the mug.

“Think it over, there’s no way you can defeat all the patrons in here. You may be crazy but your not a fool Dal’rak” the man put his back against the bar, resting his elbows on the old wooden table creaking as it protested his weight.

“Yes, but I’ll kill as many as I can, and I know you wouldn’t want people to die on your behalf dear Alistor.” Alistor scowled in his cup, he knew him far too well.

“Very well, outside then just you and me unless you need help from your minions” Chuckling as the words left his mouth Dal’rak exploded with rage. He considered himself “honorable” a terrible rage unleashed on whoever did not agree.

“Outside with you then!” the scream bellowed from Dal’Rak as he took the great sword and threw it Alistor who caught it standing and strapped it once again to his back. Feeling the comfortable weight of “Nights End” once again returned to its home, alistor doned his helm staring off into one of the dark corners, his eye flashing red behind the crimson visor before following Dal’rak outside into the cold nights air.

From her corner of the room, Eowyna watched the scuffle break out at the bar. She couldn't hear what had started it, but it wasn't long until the elf in red left with the other one. And the other one had an evil aura about him. She was about to follow them outside thinking perhaps the young elf could use a little magic as backup, regretting that she hadn't brought the Cu, Cream, with her. But as the elf made to leave, he glanced quickly about the room and she caught a strange red gleam from his eyes--a gleam that struck fear and suspicion into her soul. Something was wrong with this one. She sank back into her chair. Perhaps there was no choice between these two...

She sighed in annoyance. It was obvious that Bob was not going to put in an appearance this evening. She'd have words with him when he finally decided to show his scruffy face! In the meantime, it was imperative that she return to Eldador. She'd sent a message to Maddux and he might soon arrive in the Elven city. She wanted to be there when he did. For things were not easy in Eldador, and she needed to tell someone what she had seen. That young one...she would keep an eye out for him around the City...all was not as it should be with him. Assuming he survived his present encounter. "Kal Ort Por..."

Eowyna entered the cottage by the sea on the outskirts of Eldador still thinking about the strange elf in red. She'd keep an eye out for him in and about Eldador, perhaps make his acquaintance and try to find out why he struck her as so out of the ordinary. She had turned to hang her traveling cloak on a peg when a voice came from somewhere in the seemingly empty room. "Hello"

Dropping the cloak, she whirled around to see Maddux materialize from nowhere, a sardonic smile on his lips. "Maddux! You startled the life out of me! When are you going to quit sneaking up on me so?!" But she was laughing and held out her hand to him, drawing him closer to the fireplace. "It's cold in here! I will light a fire." And she knelt before the hearth, took kindling, and began to light the logs already laid there. Talking as she worked, "I am so glad to see you! I need your advice."

"You've been away from home for quite a while this time, but I'm sure you have heard that the Jukan General, Gar'nysa has returned and threatens Diomedes. No one presently knows his whereabouts, although we have tried diligently to trace him. I know that word has been sent to General Diomedes instructing him to watch to his own safety, but I also have fear for Eldador itself." She paused and took a seat in front of the fire, looking up at Maddux.

"What makes you think that Eldador is in danger?" Maddux frowned.

Eowyna cast a quick glance over toward the Mirror of Purification. She hesitated for a moment. Then, "Well, you know how I am..." making a nod toward the bowl of crystal clear water. "I have seen some things both in the water and abroad in Eldador that make me wary. I don't mention being a seer to anyone, as I'm not sure they would believe me, but I see undead gathering in the vicinity, occassionally wandering into the environs of Eldador. I can't help but think the Jukan necromancer Gar'nysa has something to do with this, although other than in the water, I have no proof. You know I have a particular aversion to the undead, so perhaps my own fear makes me exaggerate the threat....." She hesitated. "Because I do not trust myself on this, I hesitate to go to the Minister of Defense without some sort of proof."

Eowyna looked toward Maddux. "I need you to help me find out whether this is true or not."

Walking slowly outside, the two men slowly parted from each other and took stances appropriate to the weapons in which they used. Dal’rak Kris was deadly fast and Alistor only had the advantage of reach with his hefty great sword. Once the dance began if Alistor didn’t press the attack, Dal’rak would use his speed to win the day. A smile quickly crossed Dal’rak as he jetted forward catching Alistor off guard.

Immediately into the battle Alistor was desperately defending blows in a wild fashion Alistor was pushed back until he was able to lock weapons with Dal’rak in a shower of sparks. Both struggled with the other trying to gain the advantage when Alsitor pushed him away resetting into his crouched stance. A small crowd had gathered around the two peering out of doors and window. Dal’rak looked flustered.

“You’ve been practicing” it was true Alistor had been, furiously day in and out trying to better himself for the upcoming battles ahead such as this one. The two were evenly matched darting in and out turning blows and scoring minor hits. They both backed away from one another once again both breathing heavy.

“Perhaps I need something to change the tide.” Dal’rak grabbed one of the onlookers before Alistor could react.

“Move and they die” Alistor froze his eye blazing in hatred

“where is your honor Dal’rak” seething through his visor his white hot hatred almost visible, suddenly the young woman showed her own courage and kicked Dal’rak causing him to flinch and release her, with a desperate dash Alistor plunged his large sword through Dal’rak’s chest holding his posture crouched underneath Dal’rak’s struggling weight. Alistor withdrew his blade from his chest suddenly, kicking the cooling corpse off before sheathing the sword and moving to check up on the young woman. After making sure everything was all right he gathered himself and began to leave town. If Dal’Rak was here, then any one of her minions could be.

Diadora always loved the night breezes, it reminded her of a soft cool pillow. She walked over to the rambling brook to whisper goodnight to her friends of the water.

The river was a slow running river separating Diadora’s home from the babbling City of Vesper. The river was often home to random food waste and trash from the Vesper City. Diadora felt bad, as if part of her was being damaged from this pollution.

“Come here babies…” She whispers, dropping bits of crab meat about. Very quickly the crab meat had been devoured as though whatever was eating had never had a meal.

“That’s my babies, I am always here for you.” She moans, throwing in the last of the crab meat.

She did this every night as though mothering these beings of the water.

A deep orange glow was visible from Vesper as if dancing over the city. The aroma of Burning wood and food became distinct each evening. Smoke would sometimes creep its way into Diadora’s home like an unheard thief. She loved the city though. It kept her company. Being so close helped her feel more protected.

This one evening like many others gone by, Diadora stood on her balcony overlooking Vesper. She liked the balcony, the white roses often masked the smell from the city.

Many caravans come and go from Vesper. Tradesman, warriors, criers and even bandits would succumb to the large city.

This evening Diadora felt different. A sense of unstableness in spirit blanketed her like an evil imp was watching her every move.

“Alalithra” Diadora summoned a fairy for this night’s protection.

She was just turning in for the nights rest when suddenly.

“Ahhhh….” A faint scream of a girl along with the noise of thunderous hooves bellowed from the road’s direction. Diadora could not make out which way the sound was going.

At night the road was not visible from Diadora’s home. There were always strange sounds from the road’s direction.

Thinking nothing of it, Diadora went to bed…