An eerie howl ripped through the quiet of balefire announcing the sun had finally dropped beneath the horizon. It was now safe for those creatures of shadow to leave the city and go prey upon the countryside. Those few humans with dark enough pasts to drive them to this dark town will be seeking refuge in doors, in fear of the greater evils this world holds.

A tall figure, wrapped in a cloak black as the midnight sky, slowly entered The Purple Lantern. From beneath his dark hood a steady red glow shines with menace. The figures right hand is hidden by the folds of dark cloth, presumably resting on the hilt of some hidden blade. Meanwhile, his left hand hangs by his side the skin of his hand the color of deer hide. He moves so quietly that few in the crowded tavern take any notice of him.

The man stops at the table farthest from the door, a table that also happens to be crowded by a band of grim faced men carrying the look of pirates. With a flick of his head, the creature lets his cowel fall away revealing a head of short hair colored like a raven's feathers. His fiery eyes glare with a definant hint of steel. Hard lips part to give way to words in a suprisingly quiet, yet very cold voice.

I believe you'll be leaving now, pay your tab and get out. I have need of this table, and your lives are a paltry price to pay to get it. Clear out or they shall be dragging out your remains.

One man bolder than the rest jumped to his feet, and began to draw steel, but was restrained by his comrades who had not had so much to drink. They were to drunk to fight, even though they had greater numbers. The tavern was too close of quarters for that to be an advantage. Grumbling angrily the men rose from their seats and headed to the door...

With an almost disappointed frown, the cloaked man elagently sat himself at the table and waited. This is what the witch woman had told him to do after all. If she were wrong, he life was forfeight. For now, he waited.

Bane walked into the Tavern and his presence provoked a silence among a few. His appearance was demonic, his glowing eye looking from table to table, analyzing everything and taking it in in case of any... mishaps. Many freighted at his devilish state, some starting away uncomfortably.

But someone caught his eye, a man who radiated a aura of darkness, how nice not that they are rare in this city he thought with a mental smile. He walked over to the bar, giving the bar tender a icy glare, he put several coins on the table and pointed to some wine. A glass was poured and Bane sipped a bit of it.

The glass seemed to disappear into the veil of darkness under Bane's hood only to reappear a second later. He looked from the corner of his eye, eying the man who had caught his attention. He analyzed the man the same as he had done the room, taking in every feature and detail and possible weakness and strengths and how to counter those strengths.

He sipped a bit of his wine as a few got up and moved away from Bane, Bane only laugh a barely audible laugh, "A toast." He said to himself, "To the fearful, for they are the stepping stones of the powerful." The bartender pretended not to notice Bane's toast and Bane's smile was not visible under his hood, "Bartender... you do not toast?" Bane asked, his voice as piercing and cold as ice itself.

The bartender turned, fear in his voice but a brave look in his eye, "I don't toast to your kind demon." Bane laughed and it chilled the blood of many, "What a waste." And within seconds his hand was at the bartender's throat robbing him of air, "And how the weak die." He said with disgust. And he squeezed a little harder and the bartender died from lack of air, with luck, maybe I attracted the attention of that most interesting man

((im playing my usualy good charicter in his past were he is evil so pay no heed to his history of current discription))
"Thats quite a strong grip you have their" the remark was made by a hulking man siting next to the bar. "i will toast. To the weak and fearfull and to those who take advantage." he smilled as he spoke drinking from a glass of what apeard to be red wine. Vestein looked into the eyes of Bane with bestial eyes with eyes of a preditor.
He lent over to the bar tender and pulled him towards him. "dont mind do you?"
Vestein bent his head low and bit a sizable chunk of the neck pulled out a bottle and held it under the steady flow of blood cascading form the jugular. He corked up the bottle and put it away. "my name is vestien and despite my actions a am no vampire." he extended a hand and smilled again.

Bane did not extend his hand nor did he even give the man a glance. He just sipped his drink quietly. A moment later he finally gave the man his attention, "I don't shake hands with... animals." Bane then turned to face the man, his face covered in darkness and his glowing eye staring straight into the other man.

He was an expert at the art of intimidation, he had mastered the skill over past years. His black cloak, his glowing eye, his veil of darkness all added to the demonic appearance of Bane. Bane simply turned his head back to the front to sip his wine, however not allowing his eye, the non glowing one hidden by the darkness stared at the man from its corner.

However he had not forgotten the other man who had attracted his attention, this animal Vestien his name was was nothing that could be considered a danger. Bane was after all a wizard he could take Vestien and brake him in seconds. He wouldn't even have a chance to react or know that he was casting his spell due to his skill of silent spell casting.

But still as he always did, Bane studided the man animal. Every inch of his muscle was inspected, his clothing and everything was taken into account. Plans to deal with the man were already formulating in his head and Bane couldn't help but smile under the cover of his hood. How pathetic he thought with amusement.

Midian eyed the newcommers carefully, whatching their every move. He was to far away to hear the words that passed between the bartender and the hooded figure, but he could see quite clearly as the life faded from the dieing man's eyes. He shrugged, the man had been of no importance to him, and such occurances were rather common in places where evil thrive. Some offence had been commited, and the cloaked figure had collected his payment. As the second figure reached over and bit into the other man's kill, Midian turned away. The lesser creatures of evil all had to draw life from others to survive. If the man had needed his kill made for him then truly it was week, and of little concern to him. He growled, deep in his throat, his patience running dangerously thin. The witch had said some one would approach him at his table, and this was the man that would help him achieve his goals. Of course it would take more than that to convince him.

((Sorry it's so short, I've got to run to work... I'll have more time when I get back, so feel free to reply))

"your smell it is one of an air of suppiriority and confidence but might i remind you that no matter what you.. or I think for that matter their will always be one better. Oh and might i add intimmidation wont work on me i can smell your anger a mile off I know whats coming" Vestein smilled to himself confident it the fact that after what could kill wouldnt necesarly do the same to him but it was the same with most of the weeker creatures in this place. You could smell the weekones he thought the stench of fear was unmistakable but no on this on he was one to keep an eye on. His eyes fell onto the one sitting in the recently emptied table, He was watching the both of them for what ever reason. He would have to be carefull.

(You guys are posers compared to Uramo. sorry, had to say that. your RP smells too. could you tidy up your posts from now on please?)


Uramo came into the tavern and saw a group of two men making threats at each other. It would not do at all, these men were a distraction and needed to be handled. If only he were as powerful as Kona was. That would have to wait. He would make do with his wits rahter than his sword for now.

Even though it did gleam invitingly on his shoulder, as he rested it there. He switched shoulders, continuing to observe the situation and waiting for a good moment to sway their anger in his advantage. He could clearly read all their faces. They all wanted to bash each others skulls in. If he had any emotion, he would have giggled at the thought.

Dark lightning coursed along his body, as he slowly made his way away from the door. That was not a sturdy backing, should a fight ensue against him. Uramos mind was scheming, preparing for all possible situations, just like his "brother".

Then he noticed a third man, sitting apart from the rest of the tavern. He seemed to be distracted by the situation also, and was growing impatient by it. Uramo took advantage. He walked over to the man and sat down at his table. "Patience, good sir. Eventually one will fight the other, and the weaker one will fall to your hands, or mine. Whichever is faster. However, im not here to compete. Just to talk. I have a feeling you were waiting for someone. I might be of sevice." Uramo said, hushed but clearly so the two bickering fools wouldnt hear him.

[OOC: I'm sure none of us appreciate being told to tidy up our posts because of quality or spellings errors or something since you're not a mod you have no right please refrain from doing so in the future thank you.]

Bane's head snapped quickly to face Vestein, "Listen you filthy animal, I will easily take care of you and I would appreciate it if you allow me to sip my wine in silence." He said his words like a sharp sword. Bane backed it up quickly adopting a more defensive posture obviously ready to strike at moment's notice.

Bane overheard the conversation behind him and suddenly he smiled sinisterly, "Well actually man-beast I think that little wanna be demon over there just insulted both of us... would you forgive past grievousness and help a wizard discipline an over confident fool?" He asked, letting his defensive posture dropping to a more friendly if not less hostile form.

Bane already was formulating a plan to deal with the other man; he would be a very easy target for Bane at least in his head and even easier with Vestein helping. Bane quickly made a motion that looked like he was adjusting his cloak but really had drawn his wand inside his deep black cloak. Showing it to Vestein as a trust tool he looked to the other man over there talking to the man that had interested Bane and back at Vestein obviously signaling to deal with the fool [Midian].

[i dont take kindly to people pointing out my spelling mistakes besides its not my fault]
"I think not my friend, so far you have been more than hostile towards my person. This is somthing you will have to sort out your self." vestien knew when he was being used he did it himself through intimdation and friendship and was not one to be beaten at his own game. Vstien got up from his seated possition and patted Bane on the sholder and then like wise to the newcomer "enjoy my good friends enjoy" he laughed as he walked out into the street down a back ally and changed into a wolf of nightmares and disapeared into the night.

Midian's eyes flashed a brilliant red as a man came to his table and intorduced himself. The witch had not said who this person would be, nor if the first person to approach him would be of the one he sought. It was best to be careful.

Perhaps you might at that. I am Midian, of the Black Gaurd. Over the man's shoulder he watches as the blood drinker exchanged words with the other, and departed. Before I know if you can be of service, I must know you. Who are you, and exactly what is it that you feel makes you of any value to me?

Hidden beneath the folds of his cloak, Midian's hand rested on the pommel of his sword, ready to draw it if the man did not measure his words carefully. It was apparent that the man remaining at the bar was interested in him, and the others presence made both of these men expendable. The situation was delicate, requireing a steady hand to engineer the encounter, shaping it into just another step in the master plan.

Midian motioned to a bar maid, and tossed her a few golden coins as she approached. Bring me a bottle of FireWine. He glanced at the man across from him. My travels have cursed me with a taste for elegant things, elegant yet expensive I'm afaid. Will you be having anyting? As players on a chest board each action an attempt to place oneself in better position until finally one could move in and take the king.

Bane was about to cast a spell on Vestein for even touching him when the man-beast left. Ignoring that for now, promising he would get revenge at a later date he turned and got up towards the two over at the table. He moved silently over, blending in with the moving patrons using his skill at moving silently to move even quieter. His wand was already drawn and he pointed it towards cloaked figure who had dared insult Bane.

Now Bane wasn't one to play fair so he picked up a Patrons mug and chucked it straight over the man [Uramo] and as it passed over his head he shot a blast of magical energy at it and it exploded and fell towards the cloaked figure. Hoping to distract him with that small maneuver an angry patron came over to Bane and told him he better by him a new drink Bane only answered, "Well I'm afraid it wasn't my fault the man over there use telekinetic powers to bring my hand to your mug and chuck it as you can see I resisted towards the end... he'll probably deny it but you never know." He said pointing at the mug which contents has spilled onto the man [Uramo].

The patron glared at the accused telekinetic user and marched with a couple of friends’ right towards him. Bane smiled devilishly behind his veil and moved to a different spot and when he was in position well behind Uramo he brought his wand up to his back as the angry patrons began to question him, "Why'd you do that... maybe you mages needed to be taught a lesson?" He said and his two muscular companions surrounded Uramo in a semi-circle and Bane was there forming the last part.

Not knowing if his little decoy trick had worked Bane quickly made his next move and brought his wand up and not uttering a word and sent a spell at Uramo. The spell was the inflict wound spell and it was towards his back. Soon Uramo should feel a sharp pain and then Bane would enter his next phase.

Uramo said nor did nothing when the mug flew over his head. It didnt surprise him, and even if he did not expect it, wich he did, he wouldnt feel surprised. Bieng emotionless was a great advantage. It was normal for patrons to fling their mugs on accident or in a fit of anger, but when a blast of magic exploded it over his head he immediatly knew what was going on.

Before Uramo could draw breath to respond to the angry men, they were upon. Slowly, Uramo stood, and tightened the grip on his two-handed sword, gleaming eagerly on his shoulder. The men had been deceive, he could read it on their faces. No doubt by the mage at the bar. Uramo didnt see any sign of the other. He must have left.

Uramo then felt a wound open up on his back. It was a small one, like a cut or a scrape. That was all he needed to know where the fool was now. Such an act of dishonor. Uramo would have to punish him for this. Not kill him, the man might be of use later. Still he had to prove himself to the other men. So many anonymous men. So little time.

Quickly Uramo crouched, which shouldve brung his sword to chest height of the offender, and thrust it backward. Then he used Inflict wound on the men in front of him. Cuts and scrapes opened up on the mens faces and chests, they became startle, and quickly ran away. "It is you and I, worthy enemy." he said to himself.

At the first sign of trouble, Midian lept to his feet, knocking over the bench upon which he sat in the process. Quickly, he drew his long sword and crouched into a ready position. His red eyes scanned the tavern carefully. He relaxed only slightly when it appeared that this did not involve him. Fights in a place like this had a tendancy to explode and create an all out brawl. It would not due for him to become injured in such a pointless battle. Standing at the ready, his back at to the wall, he contented himself to watch the two adversaries. To the victor go the spoils, and if one of these were the right men, the spoils would be great.

It seemed that both men had a grasp on magic, though he had only seen one weapon. In such close quarters as this place offered it was unwise to involve onself in a battle if one did not hold a blade. This could be over rather quickly if the cloaked figure did not do something quickly. Spells must be replenished before they can be used again.

As he waited, rather impatiently for one to prove themselves worthy, he tapped one foot heavily upon the ground. Time was not something he wanted to waste, and the longer this battle drew on, the longer it would take him to achieve his goals. However, this way he did get to judge for himself whether or not the ones before him were worthy of the undertaking of such a great task. Unfortunatly, patientce were not one of his strong points. Not when there were things to be done.

Bane knew now that his place was discovered after using the inflict would spell but he had wanted that and it was time to show him why. Quickly bringing his wand up again he sent another missile spell right towards Uramo. Whether it hit or missed it didn't matter since the angry patrons were not happy at having a magical brawl inside their tavern and they would soon react to both Bane and Uramo but Bane wanted that he wanted to provoke them into attacking.

As he had used the magic missile spell he quickly moved from his spot knowing that he could not launch ambushes now he had to take the man up close was not possible but far away things could get very interesting. Bane quickly came to the interesting man [Midian], "I can help you." Bane said to him, knowing the man was searching for something after overhearing Uramo's conversation that Bane had interrupted. Bane continued, "Help me and I'll help you in ways you can't imagine the gods have done this for a reason our fates our intertwined now." He said and turned to face the other magic user, "So what will it be?" He asked whispering to Midian. His voice then rose so it would attract Uramo even though the man probably knew where he was, "Come fellow wizard show me what you are made of... or are you frightened by the prospect of death?" He asked his voice like icy spikes sent through the air meant to pierce the fellow magic user’s heart.

Midian's red eyes locked on those of the mage, listening to what he had to say. He stood for a long moment shocked that the man had come to him for aid. Then, his glowing eyes flashed, with a new fervor, his mouth twisting into a cruel sneer. He let out a deeply sinister laugh, and raised his blade.

The very fact that you require my help to defeat this man shows me the true value your help would be. You seek me because I am strong, you want my aid because I can fight your battles for you. It will not be, not this day. If you wish for my favor, you will have to defeat us both, and show me that you truly are as worthy as you claim.

Carefully, Midian moved himself into position between the wizard and the door. If he was right about this man, his first reaction would be an attempt to flee. Such was the way of the weak. They feared death, they did not realise that death was not the end.

With a quick thrust of his long sword, Midian attempted to run his blade through the wizard's mid section. It would only be a matter of time before one of the two blades bit deep into the soft flesh of the wizard, and then it would all be over. Once he was wounded, the strength would slowly drain from his limbs, and they would be able to move in for a kill. It was soon becomming clear that this wizard was not ready for such an important task. He might someday make a decent minion, that is if he survied this day.

Uramo thought it awfully dishonorable for the man to ask for help so early in a battle. How foolish! He would only make himself even weaker! Not only that, but the help was denied, he was in a corner of a bar with several angry patrons, two of which had blades, and he only had a wand.

If he had any emotion he owuld have laughed, but then a few icicles went past his head, and he felt another plunge into his shoulder. No doubt ment for his heart. The icy feeling quickly went through him, and Uramo dived to avoid any other projectiles. He reached back in haste with his free hand and jerked out the offending icicle, and black ooze slowly made its way out.

What you could call blood, even though it really wasnt. It was more like filler, and it conducted electricity really well too. Enough of that, Uramo got to his feet and wasted no time attacking the mage.

He saw the other man make a thrust towards him, and figured that the mage would cut off to one of the sides. To prevent this from happening, Uramo swung his sword as fast as he possibly could at the mans legs. If he tried to dodge the plunge, Uramos own sword would catch his legs and he would fall, and maybe even lose his legs.