This is from my return to UO to now, the first ones are not good, I was a little rusty, as they go they get better so dont give up on me heh.These are about my chars and my guild, I hope you enjoy and I will add more as I write them.





A soft breeze blew through the trees causing more leaves to fall from their limbs, dried leaves on the ground scattered here and there as the draining sunlight caught their many colors and showed off autumns splendor and remind the world that winter would soon come.

The Yew cemetary lay quit and unnoticed to all who passed and in the dwindling daylight the iron bars cast a long shadow over the head stones. This close to all hallows eve if one would have been in the grave yard and watched the iron gate open they would have sworn spirits were early this year. If one would have heard the thunder of hooves on the breeze they would have sworn a storm was brewing, if one would have watched as the rider appeared from the west in the coming fog they could have sworn under their breath that death him self was riding at him and ran away in fear. But, no one was around to watch all these things and only the trees beared witness as the rider rode through the open gate and dismounted as his horse stopped in front of a tomb.

The man stood in front of the tomb with fist clinched, hat pulled low his brow and his long duster blowing in the breeze. After a moment a sad expression grew on the mans face and his dark eyes teared up as his fingers traced the ankh engraved on the tomb. Like the paladin in the tomb he had laid in slumber but for some reason the gods has awakened him. His black eyes blinked as he read the the words carved into the cold stone and he forced himself to look away.

You were the first to give me a chance when all others looked at me as an outsider. You gave me a home and a purpose to the madness and anger inside me. You would have died for me and I would have done the same for you my old friend.

A hollow scream erupted from his throat and he blinked away the darkness in his eyes. His eyes grew green in the setting sun and he seemed to remember this place, the past flashed in his mind as he relived moments gone by and one person seemed to always be all of them. He knew he had to seek her out, she was the first step. He mounted his horse and his eyes grew dark again, his arm shot out toward the tomb and a lone fireball hit the ground in front of it burning away the tall over grown grass that had almost engulfed it.

If it takes the rest of my days I will find away to bring you back my friend. Even if I have to go into the underworld and die many times over. Rest well...I shall return for you.


He turned and rode into the growing darkness in a thunder of hooves and wolf cries.

Old Roads

The smith watched the young apprentice work hot metal into the shape of a small blade. It wasn't perfect but it was better then most and the boy showed promise. There were often many students he help in a days time in Haven but this lad always seemed to come back, every day to learn from him. A trait that wasn't found often in young folks. He walked out from under the shed to let the cool air dry his sweat soaked skin, his eye caught a man walking toward him with his horse in tow. He knew the man, but he wasn't sure if it was the long hours looking at the hot coals or it really was him.

"Your sposed be dead" He said to the figure as he approached.

"I'm sorry for disappointing you then" The man responded with a dry smile.

"Aye, well didn't want to get yer hopes up" The smith smiled back. "What can I do fer ya old friend"

"I seek information. I cant remember much and what I do remember comes and goes. I know he died, I have seen his tomb. But were is she?"

The smith spit and told the boy to take a break until later this evening. He gave his old friend a long look before giving his head a small shake.

"Yer not going to like what you see" he told him as he gathered his horses reins and motioned for him to follow.

They road into the moongate and out the other side into Minoc. The rider followed the smith north of town until they came to the mountain side, large caverns were minors dug up ore all day long. The smith motioned for him to follow as he entered one of the caves and slide off his old horse. He waited for the rider to do the same before pointing toward a small fenced in area decorated with wild flowers and over lapping a pick axe. The rider walked slowly to the grave and knelt beside it.

Here lies the Lady Kyra. Loving wife, loving mother. Protector of us all


The rider read the words and his heart sank. He stared at the lone grave for a long time before the smiths shuffling brought him back from his daydream.

"H..how did she, it happen..." He asked

"She took sick, passed one night in her bed, in his arms." The smith said in a painful voice

The rider rubbed his chin and forced himself to look away from the grave stone. He took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. The smith only watched him and blinked hard a few times, perhaps to fight back tears or perhaps to convince himself that the riders eyes hadn't went from green to black and back again.

"What about the girl?" The rider asked

"Gone as well, her and her aunt were ambushed at the Skara docks while their crew were on leave. The dirty ****s robbed them and burned the ship right there in the harbor, with them locked in the hold" He spat in a bitter tone

"He died avenging her then?" he asked

The smith shook his head " Nay friend, you know good and well that vengeance wasn't his way. He just went to sleep one evening. The love of his life gone, his child, gone. His heart broke and he just gave up on the world."

The rider let out a long sigh "What about the boy... the archer?"

"Prison, turned rogue, done some things he shouldn't. Good lad just needs guidance." The smith told him

"You just stood by and watched all this take place and didn't lift a finger did you" The rider said in a angry tone

"What did you want me to do?! Kill the ****s that took the girl with my pick axe? Use my shovel and dig the lad out of prison. Do you want me to raise the dead, I'm sorry but I do well to raise my self fer work in the mornings." The smith's voice held its own batch of heat'

After a long pause the smith handed him a crumbled up paper that had been opened and folded many times. "That there is a map were you can find some info on who burnt the girl out. He was the part of the group that done it, maybe you can catch a lead."

"How do you know him?" the rider asked looking at the paper

"Cause I know what was on that ship and when I seen him hawking some of the items I followed him home to buy some of it just to make sure" The smith told him

The rider smiled as if to tell his old friend that he was sorry for doubting him. He climbed back onto his horse and rode back out into the daylight with the smith in tow. They were both silent as they made the track back to Haven were the young boy was waiting on the smith for the rest of the days lesson.


" What are yer plans now, what kind of scheming is in yer head?" The smith asked him

" I'm going to bring him back" He answered

"Yer a fool man. He don't want to come back, he has nothing left here. You are wrong for even thinking of doing such a thing." The smith muttered

"I have to... every night when I close my eyes I see her face. Pleading with me, begging for me to wake him and make him live again. She is gone but he is not, there has to be a way. She woke me, she wants to wake him but for some reason she as given the task to me..." The rider bit off the sentence for fear of sounding like a crazy fool.

The smith didn't know how to respond to the riders comment. Instead he watched the rider turn and leave in silence. He shook his head for ever taking him to the woman's grave site. The fool was about to venture on a task that would get himself killed and most likely anyone that aided him too...

Taking up the Draelon

Samhein, Hallows eve, day of the dead. The day has many names, it is feared by many and others consider it holy. This day finds CK sitting in the old grave yard just beyond the Ordo Tower in deep meditation. The Gentle Breeze had explained to him one late evening that this was Lothars cemetery and perhaps that is why he felt a great calm here, the madness and darkness within him seem to slow and he did not have to fight it so much. He was at peace here and the souls of the Ordo family gave him hope in place of despair and rest from the battle within his own body.


The sound of crunching leaves in the distance brought CK's head from its bowed position before his prayer was done. His eyes open and the darkness almost shone as if it was a dark lantern even in the daylight. He blinked it away and his now green eyes took in the tree line were the sound had come. A tall slender man in a feathered hat came toward him at a slow pace, a Kyrss on his hip and a shield on his back. Something heaved inside of him wanting to lash out at the man but CK knew better, this man had been his friend once. He couldn't kill a friend.

The man strolled up to him as he stood and grasp his hand in a firm handshake. They stood for a long time in silence before the other spoke.

" I see you have taken up the ways of the Draelon old friend" Valmeer said pointing to the Ordo symbol that had been sewn into his long duster.

"You are not the only one who wants to save the world knight" CK answered with a smirk

" Really? I never knew that saving the world was on your agenda" Val responded with a smile of his own

" You know nothing about me then it seems" It was a low mutter more so then a response

" I know that you are dangerous, I know that if left out of control you can cause more damage then help. I know Dragon was the only one who could control you, what makes you think it will be different here. You will only end up hurting these people." Val told him

"The...the paladin has faith in me" CK tried to control his temper

" Faith in you or does he know what kind of threat you are? He is either wise enough to use you as his own weapon or his dwells on his faith like Dragon and just don't know any better" Val hammered him with the words

The darkness flashed in CK's eyes and he snarled. " You have no right to condemn me, you left all these people to go off and find your own glory. You wear the rank of knight but still judge a man before you see his intentions."

" Perhaps" Val tone softened when he seen he had really hurt his friend "Perhaps you are right, I have seen the damage you can deal CK but I hope you have changed. You seem to have taken up with Miri, perhaps she can be the light in your world of darkness. The gods know she always kept Matt in line"

" The gentle Breeze is my friend, my family. They all are my family now. It is my right to protect and fight for them." CK said in his own soft voice as his eyes again turned green.

" I hope so old friend" he said giving his friend a pat on the shoulder.

"So you came to give me your opinions and now you are off to look for fortune and fame again?" CK asked grabbing his arm before he could turn and walk away.

Val gave him a smile and shook his head as CK let his arm go.

"Dragon told me once that while the advice of others was always helpful, but sometimes a man had to take his own advice. You don't want to be judged, perhaps you should take your own advice on that effect friend. Perhaps I have found my true calling as you have found yours"

He turned and walked away, it was only then that CK noticed the large symbol engraved in the knights shield. It seemed that he wasn't the only one who had taken up the Draelon...

The smith lead his pack horse into the mining cave and stopped short upon seeing the two familiar faces. The youngest of the two was sitting cross legged on the ground waxing a bow string and whistling a tune he had most likely learned in prison, the other was standing staring at the grave he had showed him a few days back. The smith spat and shook his head as he joined them.

"How did you get this one out?" He asked pointing to the young man waxing his bow.

"With all the hoopla with that Ricardo it wasn't hard at all" The Keeper told him.

"I got yer message and I'm here what do ya need of me" The smith asked

The Keeper look to his companion who pulled his bow string a few times for good measure and the stood to join him. " You are right old friend. Right now it would be the madness of a fool to try and bring him back, instead I will wait for the right time, even if it takes the rest of my life I will search, but I refuse to let it consume me."

"Instead we will carry on with what he started" The archer spoke up

The smith chuckled in a matter of fact sort of way and pointed at each of them. "You two, going to carry on with his work of Virtue and Justice?"

"Well we will do it in our own way but rest assure it will be for the good of this world" The keeper smiled back

"A couple of Vigilantes is what it sounds like to me." The smith spat

"So you have gone all noble in your older age?" The keeper asked raising an eyebrow

"Oh no no...I'm in friend just tell me what I need to do" He responded with a tinkle in his eye

"Be our eyes and ears, our information of sorts in return we will do what we can for your students" The Keeper

"Alright Keeper, were do you plan to start" The smith asked

"Please, call me CK." He looked down at the crumpled paper and then added with a smirk "I think I have someone in mind"



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Soft leather boots swift and quiet ran across the small roof top. Arrow knocked and ready, his eyes peered from under the hood and bandanna pulled up on his face to hide his identity. Standing just outside the house against a tree a drunk man was trying to lean on the tree and relieve himself at the same time. The archer drew down on the man and waited --he would never shoot a man in the back-- when the man turned back around trying to do up his trousers the arrow loosed with deadly precision entering through the mans eye with enough force that it drove into the tree he had used as a standing aid. The mans arms jerked a few times and then his body went limp and he slide down the trunk of the tree only to be stopped by the arrow lodge in his head and tree.

Walking out of the same tree line came another man, like the one on the roof top his face was concealed with a bandanna and a hood pulled up over his head. He nodded up him and as if he had come to visit old friends he walked onto the porch opened the door and entered the house. The house was dark with the exception of candle light coming from under a close door in the next room. He stopped at the door and waited for the signal. As if on cue the sound of breaking glass was followed by a large thumbing sound and an arrow head jutted out of the wall near the door. Energy he already held in his hands formed into a bolt and he blasted the door off its hinges. Stepping inside his friend had his bow drawn and an arrow pointing at a half drunk wild eye man sitting in the corner of the room. Another man was slumped in his chair, the arrow had blasted him so fast in the chest that he was still breathing despite the hole all the way through him. He pushed the dieing man out of the chair as he walked past him and grabbed the wild eyed man lifting him to his feet and throwing him down in the same chair, from his pack he produced a thick rope and tied the man to the chair leaving one of his arms free. He then took a second rope and tied it candle holder mounted to the wall and the other end he tied to the mans free arm, pulled it tight at the candle holder and the mans arm raised into the air. Once the man up bound the archer lowered his bow, give his companion a nod and exited out of the window he had broke into.

"Do you know what this is?" The masked man asked as he pulled a five potion bottles filled with a purple substance and sit them on the table.

"What do you want? What do you want with me??" The man said instead with fear in his voice

"You see these will explode if I remember correctly, after you them a good shake or slam them into something" The masked man went on ignoring the drunk mans question "Now you hold this...whoa, don't drop it now no need to kill us both!"

He placed a bottle of with a damp cloth in the mans arms that was hanging by the rope from the candle holder, with a spark from his fingers the damp cloth caught on fire and started to burn.

"What....wh...what are you doing?!?" The man whimpered

"You see, now your going to tell me what I want to know, if not I will leave and when that bottle gets to hot to hold you will drop it, breaking the bottle and burning yourself alive. Do you understand?" The man asked

The other only nodded

"Good, about 7-8 months ago a ship was ambushed and burned in the Skara harbor, two women were killed. I know you were the man who killed them, but I don't know who ordered the attack...you better hope you do, that bottle looks like its getting hot" The masked man said smiling behind his bandanna.

"I swear I don't know the name, he never tells us he don't, we just meet his contact in Britain and get our jobs we do" the man sobbed

"Were is the meeting spot and who is the contact" The masked man snarled

"Don't know his name I don't, but we meets him in the sewer, tall fellow with one eye and walks with a limb he does" The man flinched as the bottle began to grow hot

"Whens the next meeting?" The other man ordered

"Three days from now, round noon" The mans eyes grew even wider with fear

The mask man patted him on the head and nodded. "You done well, good job even for a murdering rat"

"Ta...ta...Take the bottle, I beg for mercy, mercy on me!!" The man began to plead

The mans eyes grew black as he lowered his face inches from the pleading man and snarled behind his mask. "The same mercy you gave the two woman as you killed and burned them? Only the gods can give you mercy...your about to meet them, so you can ask them for mercy yourself."

"But you said you wouldn't kill me if I told you what you wanted to know" the man cried

"I said nothing about killing you or not killing you. You hold the bottle, your killing yourself. Word to the wise though friend, I would much rather go ahead and throw that blazing bottle into those potions and make it quick rather then hold it until it scorched my hand, only to drop it and be burned alive" The man responded and left the pleading man in the room

Walking out of the front door and down the steps of the porch the man joined the archer was sitting cross legged in the tree line counting the gold he had took from the house.

"It's not much but its a start" he said tossing pouch from one hand to the next

An Explosion erupted from the house behind them, broken glass, shattered wood from furniture scattered the yard as flames started to engulf the roof of the house from the inside.

"Your not so dumb after all" CK said pulling down his bandanna and looking back at the house.

He nodded to his friend they slipped away into the darkness before someone noticed the light from the flames in the night sky.

Carramon Majere sat on what was left of the upper floor of the old Abby, he began to play a tune on his lute as he watched CK on the floor below him begin his daily prayers. He often wondered what kind of god the man prayed to, he knew it wasn't the same the paladins prayed to but he was sure it wasn't something evil either. His eyes drifted to the gloomy sky and on instinct his fingers started to play a sorrowful tune. He closed his eyes and let himself become lost in his music, it was then the first fireball exploded against the old stone wall to the left of him. He was on his feet and running for the teleporter before the second one charred the floor were he had been sitting and a third blasted the into the wall in front of him causing him to skid to a stop and drop to his belly to become a smaller target.

Below him CK had cast an invisible spell and vanished into thin air as three men made their way up to the ruins. The fire balls had stopped and he again was on his feet, pulling two small crossbows from his pack and aimed the best he could he jumped off the old wooden floor fired both shots at the men, the first bolt took one of the men in the neck and the other glanced his arm. Car landed, rolled and smashed his crossbow into a second mans knee. It was then CK appeared with a snarl in front of them. Energy formed in his hand as he blasted the remaining man at point blank range with an ebolt to his face. He turned to the man with the smashed knee, his glassy black eyes seeming to drain the mans hopes of fleeing. Before he could fire off the spell another fireball blasted Car in the chest and sent him flying the corner of the ruined wall, hitting the ground with a thud. CK looked for the source of the second attack and noticed more men running from the old grave yard.

"LEAVE THIS SACRED PLACE!" He roared as he slammed his arms down, chain lighting danced among the old graves.

The lighting crashed down among the unknown number of men, many screamed in pain has they were struck and others continued to fire off their small spells at the mage in the ruined Abbey. CK arms reached for the sky and he brought them down once more and again lighting shattered tree limbs and bones alike.

"HOW DARE YOU HARM THIS HOLY GROUND" The mage roared again, his glassy black eyes wrapped in a snarl.

He looked down at the wounded man at his feet and blasted him with another ebolt and as if summoning whatever energy he had left he stomped the ground and unleashed an earthquake spell that shook the ground before him. Taking deep breaths he dropped to his knees to rest, his body shuddering with rage within him. Car who had been beating his chest with damp moss was again on his feet and trying to find a bow or something to throw at least, he hadn't realized yet that the only ones who weren't running were the ones that were dead or couldn't run from their wounds.

CK still shuddering drew him self up, nodded to the archer as if to ask if he was alright and then started out in the direction toward the fleeing men, here and there Car heard one scream as CK found a wounded man and finished him off. Ignoring the pain from his burns he rushed back up to the second floor to grab his bow and quiver......

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Val pushed his feathered hat up and scratched his forehead as he looked at the chess board in front of him. The man on the other side of the table had already beaten him three times and he was beginning to think he was target practice....and he himself was a very good chess player.

"Checkmate" Lothar smiled as he moved a bishop into potion.

"I'm beginning to realize I cant beat you milord" Val chuckled as he nodded his approval of the bold play style the paladin played.

Lighting sparked a dash of light through the arrow slits of Ordo Tower...

"Looks like its going to storm" Val said looking toward the small windows

"Aye, might as well stay for another game" Lothar agreed with a smile

"Well I would rather loss to you then anyone else I guess" Val chuckled

Again the lighting crashed near by and right after small tremble caused the chess pieces to shake. Both of the men look at each other, Val knew the paladin had seen to many battles to shrug off an earthquake spell and he himself knew were the spells were coming from.

"Milord you don't even have your armor on, I will go scout it out while you get ready" Val said as he noticed the mans armor laying out on a table, Hec must have recently repaired it.

"Aye" Lothar could only agree as Val rushed from the Tower without giving him a chance to disagree

When he was sure Lothar couldn't see him be broke into a run and just as he reached the grave yard he ran head long into CK. Charred blooded stained the mans cloths and had dried on his face, his lips curled in a snarl and his eyes glassy black.

"What in the gods...." Val sputtered as CK rushed past him

"Hey! What in nine hells is going on?" Val said as he jumped in front of the man

"They came to this holy place and I will make them pay" CK snarled trying to jerk lose from Val

"You listen to me...calm down here and now." He looked around and lowered his voice "You have hidden this part of yourself from Lothar and he will be here any minute. Do you want him to see you like this, I'm sure he will understand, if I know him but do you want to take that chance?"

CK stood in front of him and shuddered once more, he closed his eyes and his deep breathing slowed, a moment later he opened his eyes and they were green again.

" Apparently someone wasn't happy that I have been investigating the ship burning in Skara" He said in a calm voice

"How did they know it was you? You always stay hidden right? The boy hasn't given you away?" Val questioned him

"No..no, not unless..." CK stopped and gave his friend a nasty look " Unless someone has found the smith out"

"How many were there?" Val asked

"Not sure, but they were not very skilled, they only used fire balls." CK answered

"Well I will stall the paladin, you get rid of the carnage, leave a few bodies but make sure their not the ones you torched like a candle stick...." Val pointed a finger at him "And clean your self up you look like death warmed over..."

CK nodded and headed back to the ruins of the Abbey. He looked at the four or five remains of what used to be men. Car watched him for a few seconds and then he walked over to the grate in the floor and pulled it open. CK gave him a sly smile, the fire pit would be a perfect place to hide the bodies....

The cool November morning found Car perched on the roof of the Sweet Dreams, the inn located near the Britain sewers. His hood pulled up and bandanna covering all of his face but his eyes , he slowly pulled an arrow from his quiver and knocked it. It had been days since the attack on the old abbey, an attack that eventually caused the old structure to collapse, leaving CK to move into Valmeers home-which he wasn't happy about. Today though, Car would strike a blow of his own. He and CK had waited and watched from this roof top for weeks. The patched eye man that they had been told about came and went without anyone questioning him and in the last few days another man had always came after him, dressed as lavish as a lord and always with a smirk on his face. Today his smirk would be parted with an arrow.

Now on one knee Car wiggled his fingers and waited for the signal. A cloaked man walked came walking up through the new gate, in a slow steady pace he walked past the inn and toward the mage shop to the north. Car slipped his fingers around the bow string and drew it. The man with one eye came through the gate looking around, he limped toward the sewers entrance and disappeared inside. After the one eyed man came the lavishly dressed man, the merchant responsible for killing Dragons daughter, Fairchild. Car drew down on the man but before he took his shot two more men came through the new gate, between them a woman, her hands behind her as if they were bound. The two men talked as if having a casual conversation with her but the look on her face told the truth, she wasn't here on her own free will.

The archer almost hesitated but knew he had to stick to the plan, again he drew down on the merchant and this time he loosed his arrow. The arrow struck the merchant in the stomach and he double over in pain. Car now on his feet knocked and loosed another arrow in one fluid motion. The second shot took on the men holding the woman captive in the throat, she screamed as blood splattered her dress. The woman's screams were bound to attract shop keepers any minute now and so the other man fled the scene, Car looked around frantically, the one eyed man had came out of the sewer to see what was going on and the merchant was again on his feet trying to make it to the man.

"Damnit" Car cursed under his breath as he knocked another arrow turned and fired it at the healers building, the signal for the cloaked man to flee. He turned back to the other two men and drew one more arrow. The woman had destroyed their plans, after shooting the merchant in the stomach CK was to pick him up and take him to a location were they could pump information from him. Instead, the man was about to escape so Car did the only thing he could, drawing down on the man once more and shooting the arrow streaked down and shattered the merchants skull as it entered the top of his head and jutted out of his chin, the man crumbled to the ground and lay dead but Car had turned and fled right after loosing his arrow, he knew the man was already dead and didnt have to watch him die to know it.

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CK flung his cloak to the ground and pulled his hood up on his head as he rounded the healers shop, now all he had to do was wait for the archer to drop the merchant and he would scoop him up and met the archer later to gain information from the man. It seemed at the get go though the plan was doomed to fail, CK watched as the merchant hit the target area they had marked off, but behind him came two more men and a woman, she looked as if she was about to sick up. CK growled under his breath as he pulled his bandanna up on his face and started walking toward the two men. Before he could get into spell range an arrow thudded into one of the men holding her captive, she screamed has he collapsed against her and fell to the ground. CK knew the scream would attract attention and so he broke into a run. The second man fled when he saw the masked man coming at him with a bolt of energy forming in both hands and as CK rounded the corner of the Inn called Sweet Dreams he aimed instead at the wounded merchant. The merchant was laying in a pool of blood on the ground though, without flinching he loosed his spells on the one eyed man who was knelling over the merchant, the poor fool didn't even see the ebolts coming as they the took off the top of his head and feel beside the merchant jerking.

CK stopped when he got to the woman and she screamed louder upon looking at the masked man with black eyes. He chanted something under his breath and a blue gate opened, he pushed the woman through the gate. He looked around and hoped that the archer got away without anyone seeing him, he spoke again under his breath and stepped through the gate just as he released a dispel spell that caused the gate to disappear...

You must learn to control yourself child. You could have killed the woman"

"Forgive me, creator. Sometimes my rage I can not control"

The woman in flowing robes gave him a soft smile " You need an outlet to harness that rage"

"It is hard to tell if what I fight for is wrong or right sometimes, you have given me a great burden to carry" The kneeling man told her

"A burden I know only you can carry. I question not your methods for it was I who woke you from your sleep. Let me help you." She told him

The man look into her deep green eyes and felt calm. "Bless me creator and teach me"

The woman came forward and placed her hand on the top of his head. Though her mouth did not move the man could feel her words inside of him.

"You have the strength of the Great oak, solid has a stone mountain, the courage of a panther and the instincts of the wolf when it comes to your brethren. Look not further then you have to among the trees and beast child. Let nature will you now. It is the path of the druid that you seek…"


CK opened his eyes and rose to his feet. He could feel the calm inside of him, for the first time nothing was there but calm. He slowly came down the stairs to the main floor of the house he shared with Car and Val. The young woman he had almost killed trying to rescue lay on a cot off to the side, she was still in a deep sleep. He only remembered pushing the woman hard through the gate, he hadn't realized how hard he had pushed her, broken ribs, one which had punctured her lung. The girl must be as fragile as glass.


Val met him at the bottom of the stairs. He gave him an odd look, something was different about him. He shook it off though when the woman tossed on her cot and coughed.

"I have healed her best I can. The Virtues are with her now." Val told him

"You have done well old friend, I'm sure she will be alright" CK patted him on the shoulder and a smile

Val gave him another odd look. "Are you feeling alright? You seem….not like yourself"

"She came to me, while I prayed, I must go now." CK told him and walked out the door.


Val Stood dumbfounded for a few seconds and then followed him outside but to his surprise when he opened the door he was not to be found, no gate still loomed nor the smell of burnt regs from a recall spell. The only thing that was out of place was a large black panther that went dashing into the forest. He shrugged it off and decided it was time to change the woman's dressings….

*Opps, double posted and cant find the delete button heh*

A large panther raced through the woods in leaps and bounds. It had been roaming for days and was in search of something but didn't know what. It slowed its run to a walk when it noticed a wisp bouncing through the woods coming toward him. The wisp stop a few feet away from him and transformed into a woman, the cat knew her well with her white flowing gown and robes and green eyes so piercing that sometimes it hurt to look at her. The great cat bowed before her and he himself transformed into human form. The woman gave CK a her soft smile and motioned for stand.


"You have running for days child, you are needed at home." The woman told him. When she spoke it was almost as if hearing angels sing.

"Forgive me for not praying, you gave me a task and I shall not stop until I am finished with it." The mage told her

"The task I gave you can not be found any were you travel child…you must find it in yourself." She responded

" How?" CK asked

"I can not answer that, I can only tell you that you will know it when you find it." She said

CK nodded even though he was confused and the woman chuckled. She motioned for him to follow her. They walked until they came upon a small stream. Never speaking a word she nodded and he knew what she wanted of him. He had been running for days and for the first time he felt thirsty and so he drank from the stream and the water was the finest tasting water he had ever drank.

"What is this magic place" He ask wiping the water from his mouth with his sleeve

"Tis not magic at all, you are just seeing things for what they truly are child" She spoke softly " I wish I could show you it all but for now you must learn on your own. You are to return home now"

"Now? Is there really great need in going home at this moment when I can stay here and learn." He asked

" You must understand child…You are in need of your friends. They will fulfil the path they seek but you must guide them." She told him

"I can understand asking Val on whatever quest you give me but Car is young still, a great shot but young…" He was saying until she cut him off mid sentence


"Listen to what I tell you child. The knight Valmeer is bound by honor, The Archer Carramon is young but when the girl wakes she will help him. They will stand beside you not only as your friend but because of this" She pointed to his guild symbol sewn into shroud.

Without pause she did not wait for him to answer her and she continued.

"A great war is about to begin" She said looking up in the sky as if it was about to storm. "The one called Lothar needs you, he needs all of you. Return home and prepare child"

"What is it you will have me do when I return home my goddess" CK bowed before her

" Like you Lothar is caught in a conflict within himself. Like you he seeks to bring home old friends. He needs you just as much as he needs the others child. Go to him and prepare for this war…this war of the heavens." The woman said in an almost sad tone


"It is my bidding to do as you ask, it is my oath to give my last breath for Lothar of Paladine, I shall not fail either of you…." CK looked up at her with great compassion for her and his guildmaster on his face.

She only smiled at seeing compassion in him for the first time and vanished.


CK stood and took in the smell and sounds around him as if hearing and smelling them for the first time. He looked up to the clear sky and said "If it is a war you want it is war I shall give you, for my goddess, for my guild….bring to me your greatest soldier and I shall eat out his heart…"

He began to shout and the shout became and roar and in the blink of an eye a great black panther was racing through the woods, its black glassy eyes in search of home.

Carramon sat cross legged in the floor inspecting arrows as he put them in his quiver , next to him the woman-around his age- lay stone still with the exception of her chest rising and falling that came with the slow rhythm of breathing. Her wounds were healing nicely as far as he could tell, Miri seemed to think so too. She came once a day to dress her wounds now, because of course no respectful man would look upon a woman in that…region of the body. Just thinking of of the bare chest woman beside of him caused him to blush and look away from her as if the layers of bandages and blankets were about to fall away any moment and he would see her exposed body. He quickly went back to inspecting arrows.


"Do you often blush when you spend time with your arrows?" Came a soft weak voice from the cot

Carramon looked up in surprise as a pair of ice blue eyes bored into him with amusement. He stuttered a few times which only made him blush harder and instead he yelled for Val who was upstairs. Val came down the stairs and stopped mid stride as he looked upon the young woman who had now rolled over on her side and was propped up on her elbow smiling at the blushing Carramon. He pointed at her and then made his way slowly to the cot speechless, he had seen those eyes before.

"I know you, but it cant be. I know those eyes anywhere. Your hair color has been changed, your grown up more but I know you. Your supposed to be dead." Val said rubbing his chin

"Thank you for the vote of confidence Sir Valmeer, I will try harder to die next time" The girl grimaced has she pulled the blanket up around her and sat up.

" Excuse me but am I missing something here?" The comment made both Val and the girl look at Carramon as if they had forgot he was in the room.

"Oh, sorry Car. May I present to you the Lady Fairchild, daughter of the late Dragonreborn." Val introduced her to him, Car had never met Fairchild.

"But your supposed to be dead" Carramon yelped in surprise

" So I hear, bloody hell if I don't feel like I am" She looked under the blankets " Were exactly are my cloths if you don't mind my asking…"

"Sorry milady, Miri undressed you to better tend to your wounds, I shall fetch your cloths for you, anything else you need?" Val asked her.

"New dressings, a towel and a place to take a warm bath if you don't mind" Fairchild responded.

"You may bath and dress in my quarters, third floor, a fire is already going in the hearth, your cloths are there as well." Val told her and she left them both to take her bath.


For more then an hour had passed as Car and Val waited for her to return from upstairs, in that time CK had returned home and was telling them the news his goddess had told him, therefore they had not had a chance to explain to him their own events of the day. Instead like them he was stunned when she came walking down the stairs. He took in the sight and fell to his knee's to bow before her. He knew who she was at first sight. Her facial features now stood out with a fresh bath and a glow of good health that had not been present while she lay sick for days. The dye had been washed away and her red locks of long hair still damp from her bath were tucked behind her ears. Her piercing ice blue eyes seemed to take in everything around her. The face and hair of her mother, his goddess. The eyes of her father, his old friend.

"The goddess has sent you to guide me ghost of her daughter." Ck said lowering his head to the floor

"Not exactly CK, this is the woman you and Car saved in Brit" Val told him.

The sound of his name cause Fairchild to rush down the stairs with a smile on her face. Before CK could stand to his full height she jumped in his arms and gave him a brotherly hug. CK in turned looked at looked over his shoulder at his friends with a confused look on his face, Val only shrugged and Car was till looking at her with a stunned look on his face. Eventually she released him and regained her composure.

"Thank you as well Valmeer, I am sure you did most of my healing, you always were good at it." She said to Val and then turned to Car "And you, A most excellent shot with a bow, we should have a shooting contest someday"

"I hear your not a bad shot yourself milady…" Was all Car could say as her blue eyes looked at him.

"Excuse me, your supposed to be dead but your not, also CK has some very disturbing news don't you…." Val turned to CK but he was gone.

"What bloody got into him, not the smart mouth grinner I once knew" Fairchild said mainly to her self.

"Perhaps we should all have a seat, we all have some explaining to do." Val told her.

And so they all sat down, Val explained to her what had happened since her disappearance and how they had come to find each other. Why CK was the way he was and he also told her what CK had told them only moments earlier. Fairchild in turn told them her story, how she had escaped the ship and went into hiding and vowing revenge. She dyed her hair, changed her appearance and took up with some of the merchants female friends, but before she could kill him she was caught and hence being brought to the sewer to the one eyed man to be killed and tossed in the water. When it was all said done they decided it was best to go up and see what CK was planning.

Fairchild snatched Carramon by the arm, stood on her tip toes and kissed him on the cheek. "I spent most of my time from the deck of a ship fighting pirates and cursing with the best of my crew, but I have never forgot the schooling my father gave me. That was some bloody excellent shooting you pulled off that day, you saved my life and I thank you."

She turned to walk away and then turned back to him. "Don't expect me to be all lady like all the time, blood and ashes boy close your mouth you act as if you have never seen a girl before"

Carramon watched her go the stairs and blushed again, but he wasn't sure if it was from the kiss her calling him "boy". Val chuckled and pushed him toward the stairs and he gave him a dirty look and decided that sometime in the near future he would explain to the lady Fairchild that he wasn't a boy and she should damn well know her place around him…

"It's a can of worms my friend, let it alone and accept it for what it is." Val whispered in his ear as he passed him on the stairs

Carramon only shook his head and followed, he wasn't sure if he liked this Fairchild woman or not…