Silvan was walking in the forest on a nice day. She stoped and sat down her back on a tree then she closed her eyes and started to sleep.

After awhile there was noise like something was running around. Silvan's hand creeped towards her Katana, she grips the hilt, while she did she opened her eyes and saw deer running around, she smiled, she was happy that it was not a person.

"So, I wonder if there are alot of deer in here, maybe dragons for all I know." She said to herself.

She leaned back again watching the deer run around.

She heard horse's running her way, the deer runaway and she standed up and drew her Katana. She saw people on the horse's and they stoped when they saw Silvan. They all smiled and Silvan just stared.

A person got off and said "A lady like you sould not be out in those dark times m'lady." and he bowed low.

"Am no lady, and I don't care if those are dark times, why would Bandits care, you just steal and live in darkness, am happy am not a Bandit, I would have to kill myself if I was, you are just pitiful scum." She smiled.

"ATTACK HER, KILL HER." He shouted in anger.

People got off there horse's and drew there weapons and attacked her. There where five she stared at them and wondered how she could win.

A person attacked at her, he swinged his longsword at her and she moved out of the way and stabed him in the knee and he still standed and charged at her again but this time Silvan stabed him in the heart.

People still came and she blocked alot but she got hert she got stabed in the arm but she just greeted the pain.

In one of the shadowy corners of the forest, a bandit drew his longbow and aimed at his target. It was a young woman who looked like she was injured, a wound in her arm and blood dripping on the ground was not a good sign.

The bandit drew back his arrow and got ready to fire...
"Die you stupid..."
But before he could finish his sentance, an hand landed on his shoulder...
The bandit turned around with a stupified look on his miserable face.

Meanwhile, the rest of the bandits were still attacking when a scream could be heard from the bushes. The bandits stopped and looked to where the scream had come from... and saw a body being thrown out of the bush with quite some force.

The body landed in a heap and it was only at close view when the bandits noticed that the arm on this body was hanging at an awkward angle.
One of the bandits looked at the body with a scared look on his face.
"What the---"

THWING!
An arrow came soaring from the bushes and found it's mark in the bandit's head. The bandit didn't have time to scream out as he simply fell on his back... the arrowhead having pierced his brain.

THWING! THWING! THWING!
More arrows came soaring out of the bushes and most of them hit the bandits. One of them hit someone in the stomach, the other arrow missed competley and a few more dived into the bodies of the attacker.

When the volley of arrows had subsided, someone began to walk out of the bush...
It was a young man with fair brown hair, and a cloak wrapped around his body so that it was hiding his muscular chest and strengthous legs.

The man drew his sword and held it ready to defend the woman.
"Leave her alone..." he said calmly.

When Silvan saw the arrows coming she backed up to a tree to stay out of the fleet of arrows. She saw her arm and saw all the blood and shaked her head trying not to think of blood.

She saw a man come out and saw him get his sword out and talk. She smiled happy that someone is helping her, she lefted her Katana as a Bandit come at her, and she stabed him in the gut, and he let out a cry of pain. She looked up and saw that there was only two left, one was the leader of the Bandits and the other was just a Bandit.

She started to walk forwerd but her legs gave out and she fell to the ground, she started to crawl to a tree to lean up on it, she trys to stand but fell again, so she still trys but she still can't get up, so she sat there holding her Katana, she hopes the man can win agenist the Bandits.

She looked at her arm again then back at the man who was trying to potacted her and wished she could help but could not since her legs gave out evey time she trys to get up so all she could do was watch and hope that the Bandits don't win.

She heard more horse foot and hope its not more Bandits but it was more Bandits two of them and they look not Bandits from this leader thats here right now. When they saw the battle they got off and joined in it.

One of them come at her, she lefted her Katana and now that this Bandit might be the end of her but she will try as hard as she can.

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There was only two bandits left now. They where probably going to be easy to defeat Vance thought. Bandits where not as trained as Eldtrithan warriors in the art of swordsplay. Or anything for that matter... the two bandits looked from their attacker to their would-be victim, weighing up what they could do.

Suddenly, Vance heard galloping from a horse. He turned around and saw more bandits on horseback. Now there where four bandits... and the two on horseback had drawn their scimitars and were ready for a fight.

Vance gripped his sword and got ready as one of the bandits charged right at him. At the last moment, Vance dived to the right and felt the scimitar brush his leg... almost severing it completley.

Vance rolled on the ground and saw the other bandit was coming right at him and this time there was no time to roll again. Vance had one thing to do... he ducked and swung his sword at the horse.

The horse screamed as the sword plunged into it... but the outcome was exactly what Vance wanted. The horse stumbled and fell, crushing the bandit underneath it. The other horseback bandit began to slow down and turned around... but when he turned around, the bandit was just in time to see a flying scimitar thrown by Vance hit him in the neck.

He gargled... and fell to the floor, chocking on his own blood.

Vance looked at the other two bandits, seeing what they where doing.

The Bandits looked scared, but the one that came at her still looked scared but it will fight to the death and she will to. will the Bandit was near her, she brought her Katana up and swinged it at the Bandits legs while the Bandit swinged at her head, but he missed the head and scrapped her shoulder and she cryed out in pain and rage. Her eyes flared with anger and she swinged her Katana at the Bandits leg, and she got it where she wanted it to go, it got the Bandits ankle.

She let out a little laugh as the Bandit fell to the ground and Silvan stabed the Bandit in the gut when she was on the ground. Now that this Bandit was dead then there was only one left.

She looked up at the man that had killed alot of the Bandits. She looked at the Bandit and saw his scared look, then after awhile the Bandit ran to a horse and started to canter away.

When the Bandit was gone Silvan leaned back against the tree that was behind her, her arm hurt and she had nothing to bandage it. In her eyes was the look of horrible pain, she had never had a arm this badly before.

She closed her eyes while her breath came out in gasps, her arm was stabed badly, blood poured out fast, and blood tickled out the corner of her mouth, just a little not that much, her black hair stuck to her face as rain started to sprinkle down.

It didn't came down fast since the tres blucked must of it. She opened her green eyes that had pain in them, She looked at the man and a weak smile played across her face.

"I must thank you for your help sir." She said, it was hard to hear her but you can still hear her.

Vance looked in disgust as the bandits began to flee. They where cowards, like all criminals. People like them made Vance scowl.
Vance looked at his wound and saw it was a minor scratch, and so he after sheathing his sword, he placed a hand on the wound and watched as it began to glow a deep sea blue.

Vance watched as his heal spell was working and in a few seconds, his wound was gone... as if it was never there in the first place. Vance looked up and saw the moon-elf and saw she was also injured. However her injury was a little more serious.

"I must thank you for your help sir." she croaked, her voice getting weaker and weaker. Vance knew that this poor person would die of blood-loss unless he helped her now.

Running to her side, he knelt down and touched her wound with his hand. This wound would take more magic to heal since it was deeper... and it would also leave a brilliant battle scar for her to admire.

Vance's hand began to glow blue again and all he could do was pour as much magic as he could into his spell, hoping that he could seal the wound as best as he could.

Silvan twitched as the man put his hand on the wound, she saw his hand glow blue and felt his magic go in her to heal her wound. She groaned as the magic shot into her body she saw the her stab wound heal and a scar to replace it.

"I suppose I sould say thank you again sir for healing me and help fight the Bandits." She looked at the blood on the ground and a disgusted look was on her face when she did look at all the blood, she hated blood.

She looked up at the man. "You may call me Seandith, and if you don't mind me asking whats your name 'cause I don't want to always call you sir now do I." She said smiling. She was wondering why this man helped her all she is a bloody Assassin that kills for gold, but she will not tell this man what she is not until she knows who he is and why he helped her.

She leaned back against the tree again still smiling, she had her eyes closed again so she can think better. after awhile she opened them again and looked at the man again waiting for name.

(Sorry its a little shorter I didn't know what else to put, anyways I think someone will be joining are RP ok.)

When the wound had healed, Vanec look it over and nodded... apparently happy that the bandits where gone. He sheathed his sword tightly and began to walk away.

He heard the moon-elf give her name... though he didn't hear it mainly because he wasn't listening.
"My name is Vance," was all that Vance replied. He didn't need to say anymore...
He then continued to walk away... his buisness in the woods had been concluded.
But why would the bandits attack someone in these parts of the wood? They where getting daring now, to daring for their own good.

Vance knew that something was happening and whatever it was wasn't going to be good.

Eledin had been walking through this forsaken forest for a week now and there was not one stinking village. He desperately needed to stop somewhere and get more supplies. Not just for food but for healing herbs as well. Walking past a clearing he saw a deer. I really wish I had a bow. Hey!! Maybe I can kill it with my sword!.

With that he crept toward the clearing as silent as a mouse. He got to where he was on one side of the clearing and the deer was about 20 feet away from him. He grabbed a decent sized stick and threw it past the deer hoping it would bolt for the tree line where he was lying in wait. Jackpot!! The deer heard the noise and bolted right toward Eledin. It ran right past him. Then Eledin lept out of hiding and lunged at the deer's side.

Twenty minutes later he sat by a hot fire eating some good old fashioned meat. It's amazing what you can do when your really hungry. He just finished his meal and was getting ready to pack up when he heard a scream. Eledin kicked out his fire. That'll have to do. Then he ran toward the scream.

By the time he reached the site of the scream the commotion was over. He got there just in time to see the man called Vance heal the lady's wound and walk off. Eledin knew she would probably take a little time to heal even though the wound was closed. Eledin got up from his cover and walked toward the lady.

"I wouldn't sleep to long if I were you, there are other dangers in these woods besides bandits."

The bandit galloped on, nostrils flaring in anger as he set off in his gallop, half-terrified and half-angered at what had just befallen him and his comrades. He himself had suffered no wounds, except for the fact that when he got back, his boss would probably GIVE him a few wounds. The boss didn't accept failure, and if he came back with empty hands and no men... it would not be a pretty picture. The horse whinnied and threw it's head back, ears flattening as the pace sped up. The bandit slightly smiled, his frayed nerves softening a bit at the actions of the horse. He had actually grown quite fond of this one. The steed was a beauty, a long black mane and silky skin, complete with muscled legs that could compete with Imythess's finest. They had been through many an adventure together, and now the horse seemed to respond to Ethstar's every thought and emotion. It was good to have at least one person on his side.

Sight of a figure on the road ahead caught his eye, snapping him from his daydreaming. Glancing quickly around, he whipped up his right hand to grasp the sheathed dagger on his right thigh, sizing up the land. He was just about going to enter a valley, pure rock walls on each side. The ground was smooth and bare, only making him more confident in his new scheme. The one ahead had no room to run. The bandit drew his dagger, the steel metal gleaming wickedly in the morning sun. A smile crossed his face as he learned down on the steed, his eyes speaking of his bloodlust and greed. f he couldn't come back to his boss with men, he could certainly come back with a dead body that had "killed" his comrades.
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Ethstar strode down the path, ignoring all of the recent memories flying through his head. He had been in this land but for a few weeks, and already he had gotten himself into unspeakable troubles. Perhaps it was luck that had kept him alive, perhaps it was the blessings of the Gods. Letting out a snort, he noted the irony in that thought. What God was there to bless him? The only one he had once worshiped was the Light, and that one probably wasn't looking down on him with the most beneficial of gazes. He had only murdered Celestials, and ran from their judgment.

A slightly smirk crossing his face, he continued on his path. Suddenly, he paused as he caught sight of someone on horseback, heading toward his while waving a shining dagger. Ethstar raised one steady eyebrow, keeping his cloak tight around his body. Ethstar was about 6 feet in height, perhaps topping that by a few inches. Black hair fell down in front of his eyes in dark bangs, slightly hiding the faded blue-white eyes from sight. The dark cloak that wrapped around his body was pulled tight, just pulled around in a good effort to hide whatever may lay underneath. And it pulled it off with quite some efficiency. The only thing that could be seen about the man was his head, and faded leather boots.

Yet he had something under that cloak that would awe the world.

As the horseman thundered down, Ethstar simply waited. By now, he had guessed that the person wasn't one of the good guys, and meant to do him harm. As Ethstar watched the approaching horse, a smile slowly grew on his face. This was going to be amusing.

When the horse was only a few yards away, Ethstar exploded into action. His cloak fell to the dirt ground, and he revealed himself in all his might. Brilliant angel wings burst from their folded position behind his back, extending to full glory. They weren't archangel wings by any means, but they WERE wings. Tattered rolls of bandage were revolved around certain positions, their meaning a mystery. But the actions had the desired effect.

The bandit nearly fell off his saddle, grabbing at the reins and pulling them back hard. The horse itself completely freaked out, whinnying loudly and bringing itself up on its hind legs. All in all, horse tumbled over backwards, the bandit basically helping to pull him over. The horse tumbled onto the man's legs, pinning him to the ground, the horse itself sporting two twisted ankles in it's back legs. Neither would move.

Ethstar was wearing regular black britches and a shirt underneath his cloak, tight and banded muscles rippling throughout his body. A long sword hung from his left hip, and in mere moments, was drawn. Ethstar held the blade in his right hand as he moved forward, slowly and calmly walking toward the fallen bandit. His eyes were filled with bloodlust, pupils dilated to pinpricks, the blue-white color so thin around the pupil it was barely seeable. The bandit stared for a few moments, then managed to sputter out a few words.

"An... an angel...?" Ethstar smirked, his deadly eyes locking onto those of the bandits, his voice low and threatening.

"You don't need to know. Dead men tell no tales."

The bandit absorbed the full meaning of these words, his mouth working wordlessly. Then, in a mere second, one sound would be heard for miles around. A scream.

Silvan got angry when Vance turned his back on her and started to walk off. She started to stand her back on the tree, she was about to fall again but grabed a low branch to keep her up.

"So is that all you do then, help someone and heal them and walk off, you don't help after that, so your just going to leave me here, will I suppose that works i'll just stay right here waiting for a dragon to come and eat me, oh that works then leave me for death." She shouted at Vance, very very angry.

After awhile she heard someone say "I wouldn't sleep to long if I were you, there are other dangers in these woods besides bandits."

She turned around and fell in the process and then she shouted in anger as she hit the tree.

"Burn this bloody tree down for all I care." She shouted. she tryed to stand again and this time she didn't need to use something to help her stay up, when she was up she looked at the person that came over here.

"So, who are you then." She said in anger.

She heard a scream that was loud, she tryed to walk and was successful, she still was holding her Katana but she was holding it thighter that her hand was turhing red from anger and that there might be danger.

Eledin heard the scream but he didn't even twitch. He stared at the lady beating herself on a on a tree and spining around like a maniac. He wondered how she had ever survied a battle. He supposed he should give her some healing herbs to help her but he didn't think she would accept help. He should try though.

"I wouldn't go gallivanting around. Especially after taking a beating like that. Getting yourself killed won't help you. If you want I can help with that wound."

About the time the girl replied to Eliden's offer, a rustling would be heard to the left of the group, in the direction the bandit had taken. It would sound exatcly like footsteps making their way through tall stalks of grass, and indeed that was what it would be. After a few moments, a black head would pop in to view, peering around the trunk of a tree. A body would soon follow, the black cloak swept back into place. Perhaps the people would wonder were he had came from, or what he hid. The yes that stared at them were big and a faded blue, filled with innocence, much like that of a child. A handsome face would turn to regard the girl and her scar, then toss something out into the open, a couple of feet in front of the girl.

A bag of gold would crash to the ground, a dagger stuck completely through it. As it hit the ground, the tie around the neck of the bag would come unraveled, spilling a few of the held gold coins onto the dusty ground. He walked forward from his positon in the grass, calm and quiet steps taking him to stand across from the girl, right near the bag of gold. As Ethstar walked forward, following the route the bag had taken, a bloodied longsword would be seen in his left hand, the tip held down, almost touching the ground. A few drops of crimson liquid would leak onto the dirt, mixing red with brown into an unknown color.

His voice would ring out, a harmony in itself. One would wonder how a man could be so utterly beautiful, so completly innocent looking, and yet have a bloody blade. Yet the voice would seem to sooth all nerves, almost like a ancient song of the elves. No magic was used, it was just one of the many gifts of the Angels. "A man on horse wanted to give this to you." A sharp nod toward the bag would indicate what he meant, eyes calmly gazing at the girl. He would watch her for a few more moments, then turn to regard the elf.

He had read about them, but never met one. He wasn't completely sure what the girl was, but he didn't let it bother him. A simple question would answer his wonderings. He had killed the bandit because the robber had tried to kill him. After his betrayal, it was something he had took up. If one tries to kill you, destroy them. No matter how weak or helpless they may be.

He leaned down, and swiftly wiped the blade on the grass, cleaning the steel from the ruby blood. After examining it, he would sheath the blade into the sheath, which was hidden somewhere deep within the cloak. A passing glance would be given to the one leaving, if he was not already gone.

"Well met, elf."

"The wound is healed so I don't need anything, so who are you I asked that awhile ago so tell me before I do something that gets you killed, and I wasn't getting beat up." She said in anger. After awhile she saw the bag of gold fall at her feet, and a greedy smile played across her face as she had her eyes on the gold.

"A man on horse wanted to give this to you." as the strange man came out, where did he came from.

"And what was the mans name 'cause I don't know who would give a bag of gold to me." She said with that some greedy look on her face. She ignored when this strange man said "Well met, elf." 'Cause she was looking at the gold. After awhile she forced herself to look up at the two men that were around her, one was offering help as the other said the gold was for her.

She had done a assassination a bit ago but didn't know if this was the gold that was going to be her's, but what mattered this was gold, beautiful gold, no stop thinking about the gold and listen to the people around her.

"Aright who are both of you do you work together or something." She said a bit confused 'cause there are two different people that she doesn't know and wants to. "Am called Seandith you may have heard of me." She said with a little head bow.

She waited for the other two to reply to her questions.

'Getting yourself killed won't help you' the man had said when he offered to help, but she was thinking that she takes risks that nearly gets her killed. As her thoughts
wandered her eyes were looking at the gold with her green eyes that had greed in them.

She looked up at the people again and waited.

"The same to you sir" was all Eledin said. Nothing more needed to be said so it wasn't. The girl, Seandith, on the other hand was not so easy. He turned to her. "Your wound is not fully healed and you know it. Light healing magic only heals the surface of the wound. Now I'm no expert on magic but I know enough that your not fine. I am skilled in healing with herbs and other things of that sort. I could help." Eledin paused to let this sink in and also contemplate her next question.

Whether he should tell her his or not was debatable. A name was not something to be throw out to anyone you saw. But she would probably not let him help her if she did not know it. Because if they had to fight again they would need their full strenth "To answer your first question, no, myself and the other man do not work together and as for your second, my name is Eledin."

"Fine, get it over with, if your so good with healing it be fast right." And with that she sat down on the grass. "where is Aver at, he must be busy." She mumbled to herself.
"So, Eledin why are you in this forest, and why are you trying to help me, what did I do to make you help me." she said smiling still.

When she was sitting she grabbed a gold piece and started look at it. "So who are you then." She nodded at Ethstar Solther and still smiling she said "Is this the first time you seen a Moon Elf, if it is then we are not amazing." She laughed a bit.

"So, heal me then Eledin I don't have all day." She said. This is gold that she needs, gold she wants, why would a man give gold to her, she needs to know.

She looked up at Ethstar Solther and say "why did the man want to give me gold that he could use, or, you could be giving me the gold but I don't know who would give me gold." She said her smile gone.

(Sorry its a little small, but thats all I could think of)

The smile that crossed his face seemed to hint of an amusing memory, his eyes twinkling with something like a dark humor before dying down to a void once more. He shrugged slightly, lifting a tan hand from beneath his cloak to run through his threads of hair. "Supposedly he and his buddies assulted you a few moments ago. This was his apoligy." Another nod was given toward the bag of gold, his eyes watching her closely as her obvious greed was displayed. He had no use for gold. The streets of the Celestial plane had been lined with it. He saw no use for it here, although it was hard to be found. He had been slightly suprised when he had found it in the shape of coins, so he figured it must be some shape of currency on the Material plane. The bandit hadn't complained much when Ethstar had took it.

It had been quick. After the initial scream, Ethstar had simply put one strong hand over his mouth, silencing him. After a few threats, the man was more then happy to spill why he had attacked Ethstar. The whole story had come flowing forth, about the attack, the warrior who had nearly killed them all, and the girl he had intended to kill. Ethstar had listened closely, giving nods at the oppropiate times, then simply killed the human. It hadn't been hard. Ethstar's job used to be killing people. How ironic, that even Angel's could be so barbaric?

"I am... Ethstar." For a minute, he had wondered if it was right to give his name. But then, he had been a shadowed figure even in the Celestial plane. Not many people there knew of him, so he was almost certian telling people who he was down here wouldn't really matter. They didn't know he was an Angel anyway. Stories of a human with the name of "Ethstar" wouldn't travel, so he may as well be polite. "Eledin, and Seandith. Both of you elves." He nodded and swept himself into a low bow, the display of politeness coming naturally to him. Bows and salutes were something he knew quite well.

After sweeping up from his motion, he turned his head to the girl, his eyes implying her to answer his questions. "I haven't heard of you, I apoligize. I live in a somewhat desolete area. But... may I ask what a "Moon Elf" is? I have heard of elves, are you any way similar to a normal elf?"

(ooc: thats ok and how is your name pronounced. Is it shean-dith or shawn-dith? )

Eledin reached into his pouch and pulled out some healing herbs. His supply was dangerously low but Seandith needed them alot. He then ground them, put them in a leaf off the tree and put the herbs in the leaf. After he had walked to the stream and wet the leaf he handed the leaf to Seandith. "Hold still." He then proceeded to draw his longsword. Although ill suited for this kind of work it was all he had. He took his sword and made a small cut where the scar was."Hold the leaf on the cut. It will heal your cut instead of your body healing it, so you will have more energy."

Man this girl sure wants alot of questions answered. But I really don't want be pestered all day long." I'll not tell yet why I'm in the forest for thats matters of my own. But I will tell you why I'm helping you. Your an elf and there is no reason for you to die with out a reason. Also I have a feeling this is not going to be the last battle you are in." Whew... I'm gald I'm done explaining stuff to her. Hopefully she would not have that many more questions. Eledin then walked over to the new man named Ethstar. He wondered why he was so interested in the other elf's affairs. Somehow this man ended up in this spot at this time whether he meant to or not and would probably help if he was asked to.

"Don't apoligize that you don't know me, you wouldn't want to anyways. Normal elf, well Moon Elves like dark more then light, you see there are some elves that like the light and some don't, there are sun Elves and moon Elves and wood Elves, sun Elves like the light and moon Elves like the dark and wood Elves like then wilderness, but I don't know much about Elves because I was... Taken from my home along time ago and was trained to..." She shaked her head like she didn't want to remember this so she didn't say anymore.

She winced as Eledin cut the wound, and handed her the plant stuff and she put it on the wound like she was told, she looked at the wound and smiled, then looked up and said to Eledin "Fine by me if you don't want to say way your in here." She smiled.

There is a reason that I sould die she said in her mind.

(Its shean-dith)

He watched carefully as the male elf dressed her wound, cutting it open and applying the dry herbs to the actual blood and tissue. He nodded, approving of the method in his own mind. All kinds of healing worked better that way, directly to the wound, or at least that is what he believed. It may or may not be true, but with his experience, it seemed to do a little bit better then drinks, bandages, or spells. Well, maybe spells were an exception.

Ethstar nodded, a thoughtful look on his face, his attention not yet going to the elf who had approached him from the side. “I see. I suppose Wood Elves and Sun elves are the ones I have… met so far. They aren’t so different from you in physical features, but it seems the mind is a bit different, m’lady.” A gentle smile was offered in her direction, his eyes suddenly lighting up. It was something that happened when he was enjoying himself, or when he was actually feeling like a normal person, and not a hunted fallen. It was a good feeling, and to others, it would seem as if he had been turned into a kid again. A pure, innocent child, without the bloodstains on his hands, without the betrayals buried within his heart. The betrayals he thought about day after day, the ones that never left his mind.

He looked down, pulling his eyes from her face to study the ground. Anywhere in an effort to think of something else. He was mildly entranced by the blades of green on the ground. He had read of them. The only thing he really knew of the Material plane was of the basics. Trees, blades of grass, certain animals... He had only gotten that far in his studies. They really had bored him to death, so he had usually simply skipped them and studied his battling or magic. That was much better anyway, and no one could tell him otherwise. He had thrived on swords and magic when he was young, practicing day and night with the arts. They had been his life.

Snapping from his thoughts, he looked up at the two, glancing between the Moon Elf and the other Elf. Finally, his eyes rested on Eledin, questioning him. "What type of elf are you, m'lord? I am guessing you are not a Moon elf." He gave a polite smile to the man, his own hand fiddling with the leather-wrapped hilt of the long sword. No one would be able to see the motion under the cloak, so Ethstar was confident no one would take it as a threat.

"I am what you would call a wood elf." He pondered what he should do next. He had healed Seandith's wounds and she would be able to travel now. They also needed to keep moving for there were other things he did not want to visit them besides wild animals.


"We should keep moving. We don't want unwelcome guests to visit." With that he hopped up off the ground. Then he heard a noise that only an elf could hear. He knew exactly what it was. There was no way to out run them now. They would have to fight.

"Seandith, Ethstar, draw your blades we have unwelcome guests." Then Eledin drew his own sword. He prepared himself for the battle ahead. It was going to no spring picnic. Eledin turned toward the bushes to his left. That same moment a dark elf sprang form the cover of the bushes. When Eledin saw the dark elf uncontrollable anger welled up inside him.

"I am going to kill you."

"Well you try." replied the dark elf. Then he hopped up in a tree. "Come and get me Eledin. Oh, that's right you don't like heights do you.” he said whith mocking in his voice.

Eledin screamed in anger. He was infuriated that the dark elf knew his deepest fear.

"Keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you!"

Silvan griped her Katana and glared at the Dark Elf and shouted up at him, "You dark Elf scum, come down or I will come up there, or maybe I will go up there anyways and wacth from the top of the tree and see you fall as I cut your head off." She had a evil smiled on her face as she looked up at the dark Elf.

Then before anyone can say anything she started to climb the tree with grace that no humen could do, she was on a tree branch in no time at all, her Katana was in the seath but then she drew her blade and jumped to a different branch and was near the Elf so she swinged her Katana at the Elves legs and the Elf tryed to block but the block did not work and the Katana cliped the elves leg and the elf stumbled but maneged to stay on the branch he was on.

"Aww, can't the poor little elf stay on the branch." She said with a laugh. The elf swinged at her head but she managed to jump to a different branch, She lost her footing but regained her footing in time before she fell. She was standing on a branch again and out off ranged so the elf could not get her.

This fool does not know who he's dealing with, She thought as she wacthed the elves Avery move.

Ethstar was going to have moved in to assist the elven lady, but she seemed to be doing a pretty good job, even with her wound. He calmly drew his own blade, the long sword making a metallic sound as he pulled it from it's resting place. Silently, he set himself within a fighting stance, booted feet spread slightly apart for balance. The blade was held loosely in his right hand, pointing straight toward the sky and held in front of his face. His eyes glanced around, watching for any movements. The elf on the tree was of no worry yet. But they were in a prime position to be attacked. Surrounded by trees on every side, and not able to see where their attackers would come from. He would have to depend on his hearing. He could still hear rustling coming from the brush, so he was guessing there was more.

He would have to depend on his companions. Turning so his back was facing the two elves and the dark elf, he guarded the rear, watching for any signs of movement. And some soon came, two elves darting out with daggers held firmly in each hand. Assassians, perhaps? Or merely warriors? Bandits, yet again? Why were elves attacking, and their own kind at that.

The one taller elf spoke, his blue eyes drilling into Ethstar. "We want the wood elf. But since you are here, why not kill you as well human?" Each of the dark elves were about five feet and a half, the taller being about Ethstars own height. The daggers they held were wicked-looking weapons, made of silver and shining in the sun. A beam of light danced off the blade, catching Ethstar directly in the eye. He muttered a curse and stepped to the left, watching the dark elves movements, waiting for any attack.

It soon came. One headed toward him, while the other circled his left to get to Eledin. He ignored the one moving toward the wood elf, instead, he focused on the one coming at him. The dark elf attacked first with a leaping thrust, his left arm held out with a dagger pointing at Ethstar's neck. With a smooth motion of speed and grace, he snapped his head to the right, easily evading the first, hurried blow. With a growl, he snapped out his left foot to kick the elf in his right leg, who had been brought to Ethstar's left side with the momentum of his thrust. The elf let out a shout, his right leg folding under him from Ethstars kick, going down on one knee as the powerful kick hit with much more force then a human should have.

About the time Seandith climbed the tree 2 more dark elves came out of the same bush.At last. Something I can kill. Eledin leaped forward catching one off guard and slashing at his throat. He fell to ground, never to move again. The second one rushed toward Ethstar and the third ran at Eledin while the other battled Seandith. The other elf that attacked Eledin drew his dagger and slashed at his head. Eledin blocked the attack and knocked the elf's blade to the left and lunged toward him slashing at his face. Another enemy down. Only 2 more to go.

Unluckily another dark elf ran up behind him and tried to stab him in the back. Eledin ducked, rotated and plunged his sword into the elf.

About the time Eledin felled his opponents 4 more elves tore through the bushes. How many are hiding in those bushes?! Not that he had much choice whether he would fight he could still choose who he would fight. 1 ran at Ethstar, 1 toward the tree and that left 2 for Eledin. He ran towards them and they were so suprised that he got to kick them both in the face without hindrance. He killed them both while they were on the ground. As soon as his foes were dispatched he charged into the bushes before more came out. If there were any more they were going to die.

(ooc: Silvan please don't kill the elf in the tree because his is the leader and I fought him before. He is also much stronger than us but he will flee if we kill his cronies.)

(I won't kill the dark elf am fighting he will like stab me before I kill him)

She still looked at the dark elf, staring evily at him, then she saw a dark elf climbing up to join the fight, she smiled and bind down and brought her katana down into the dark elf that was still climbing, her katana was brought down in the dark elves sholder, and the elf cryed out in pain and fell down to the ground.

As she was doing this the elf that she was watching came at her and brought the hilt of his sword down on Silvan's head and Silvan's eyes rolled into her head and she started to fall to the ground, she hit a tree and it stoped her from falling but now the air was nocked out of her and she started to cough, her eyes still closed because she was nocked out.

The dark elf climbed down to where Silvan was lying and the elf brought his sword up and was about to stab the life out of Silvan's body.

Ethstar shot out another kick as two more elves charged at him, smashing the toe of his boot into the kneeling elf's face. The defender let out a pained yelp, dropping his daggers and bringing his hands to his now broken nose. Ethstar leaned down, grabbing one of the silver daggers and getting into position to face the two elves that were now upon him. One dagger was sent flying in his direction, one of the two deciding for a ranged attack. The dagger was thrown true, flying at him with speed and accuracy, aimed directly at a vital point in his neck. His eyes gleamed as he saw it coming, his battle-honed mind kicking into play. He jerked his head to the side again, this time going into a full leap to the right. The dagger shot buy, razing the side of his neck to produce blood from a small cut. Nothing major. He wasn't at his best, and his reflexes had gone rusty. But as long as he could actually see an attack coming, he could likely evade it. His angelic speed was much greater then that of a human. And an elf, for that matter. Their movements seemed slow to him as he moved about, the previous dagger dodge proving his speed.

The drow were all too slow.

Looking behind to check on the other two fellow fighters, he noted the trouble Silvan was in. With a growl, he hurled his held dagger, hoping the blade would hit home. It landed somewhat effectively, slamming into the dark elf's leg, causing him to cry out and toppl out of the tree. Ethstar sighed in relief, spinning his head around to check on the two that had been attacking him.

And he was met with slashing daggers, each blade scoring a neat cut down the front of his chest. The blades slashed through the cloak easily to cut the skin, each cut being about a half inch deep, not life-threatening, but enough to cause pain and blood. He growled as he stumbled back, a stream of red already starting it's way down his chest muscles. The elf grinned with bloodlust, heading in for the kill, smiling at the sight of ruby liquid upon his daggers.

Ethstar didn't wait. With a speed beyond that of humans and elfs, he moved, snapping into a lightning fast action that only an Angel could do. Or so the Celestial beings had portrayed. With a great horizonal slash, he took off the head of the attacking elf that had wounded him, pausing the other in its tracks.

Ethstar turned, his face filled with fury. Eyes gleamed at the elf, pupils dilated and color thinning as he merely stood, dipping a hand within his undershirt to touch at the cuts. Now he was angry.

Eledin plowed through the bush into the midst of 2 other dark elves. He quickly dispatched of the foes and ran back into the clearing just in time to see Kendar run away. Things had turned out better and worse than he had hoped. Ethstar performed better than he had thought while Seandith was unconscious. But that was to be expected. The elf she had been fighting was not just the commander of that squad, he was commander of the entire leigon of dark elves. He opened up his bag and walked over to the tree.

He pulled out a special herb. He simply popped it in her mouth. That should wake her up. He got up and walked over to Ethstar and looked at the elfs on the ground ther was only one thing in the world he could not stand and that was dark elves. He leaned over and picked up a dagger from the elf and put it on his belt. He needed one for healing but he needed to make sure there was no poison or anything like that on the balde. He would be really embarrassed if he tried to heal someone and the died of poisoning of a blade he used to heal them.

These elves were here to kill him and he knew why. Back in his home village he was captain of the guard for the king. But an elf that lived in his village killed the Clan leader and took over the leadership. Eledin was the only one in the village who knew that the Clan leader was not the real leader. Turns out that the fake clan leader was a dark elf and controlled a leigon of dark elves and their commander. Thus his sources to assail Eledin in hopes to kill his only threat to his reign.

He turned toward Ethstar. "I see you have some skill with a blade

-*Gregori had heard rumors through his wanderings of the dangers in Norwood forest. He also heard that there was safety among the trees there. Not sure which to believe, he figured he might as well find out for himself. On that thought process, he finally gained a direction in which to travel.

Which brings him to where he is now; alone, and annoyed by the thick foilage as he tries to move without constantly making enough noise to make someone think an elephant was coming t hrough. Being the size he was, maneuvering was quite difficult, so he spent a little more energy than he would like to cleaving his way through the branches and brush with his claymore, wielded in one hand. He had heard more than one scream by now, and curious, he shifted direction towards the first one.
He came across what appeared to be an abandoned camp, trash and other wasted items just left behind. It appeared that they left no sooner than this morning. Shrugging, he noticed that their trail led him in the direction that the scream had originated from. Little did Gregori know that that was, in fact, the very camp the bandits had stayed at, if only to rest for a moment, before moving on to their target.

He tried pointlessly to be more silent as he slashed through the bramble, grmbling about how he was going to need to sharpen his sword soon because of the accursed trees, when he stumbled into a clearing. Appearantly, he had been making far too much noise to hear the commotion going on as it looked like a trio of people were being attacked by what appeared to be a group of drow.

His cloak, that used to be jet-black, but was now stained by various muds, dirts, grasses, and blood, covered his whole body, his hood shadowing his face making the obsidian coloured features difficult to see save for his glowing red eyes. His right hand still held his sword, which at the moment had a little bit of sap, a couple leaves, and a small piece of bark still on it. He decided it would be best at the moment to just stay where he was until the conflict was over, or brought to him.*-

Silvan started to cough and opened her eyes and looked around and saw that she was on the ground, she sighed happy that she's not dead. She started to lean herself on the tree, looking at Eledin and Ethstar.

"Eledin, why are those dark elf scum looking for you, I mean am I going to go with you and dark elves come out every second of my life, because we are sort of friend and now there are dark elves every where." She said calmly but there was a bit of anger in her voice.

Those stupid dark elves, if I see them again they will die in a bad way, she was thinking in her head. And she wanted to know why those dark elves scum why they attacked them what had they done to the dark elves, but she knows that it had something to do with Eledin, and she will know.

"Ugh, what was that stuff you gave me." She said and coughed a bit, then she wiped her mouth with her black sleeve and looked up at the two.

He turned toward Seandith. "Peltin." Why was she so worried about the dark elves and how did she know they concerned him. He probably got a little to mad at Kendar. All the same Kendar or his followers probably said something about it to Ethstar or Seandith. Drat! He walked over to the tree and sat down. He looked around the clearing. It was not very big but it had tree on all sides save one. The side with no trees had a small path leading somewhere.

Eldin looked up and surveyed the edges of the clearing. It was the worst place to be if you were attacked because there were trees on all sides and you didn't know where the enemy would come out of next. You couldn't see anything at all, unless you were a elf. He thought he saw a pair of red eyes staring back at him. He studied closer and saw that he was right. He wasn't sure if he should announce the visitors arrival or go meet him his self.

"We have another guest."

Ethstar stared at the remaining dark elf with cold eyes, faintly hearing Eledin run off into the brush, shouting something at the top of his lungs. The drow glared back, but flickers of fear started to flash in his blue eyes. Ethstar raised one eyebrow, and took a steady step forward, his eyes speaking volumes of what could possibly happen. "Do you come?" Another step forward, the bloody blade rising into a position that readied itself for another strike. The dark elf's eyes darted to the blade, then to Ethstar's face. He had seen his partner die in front of his very eyes with a slash that was too fast for any type of human to perform. His fellow drow should have seen it coming in from miles away. What was this man, with the eyes of death, and the blade of blood?

Ethstar finally did something other then step forward. He smiled. A ruthless smile, one that spoke of death, one that seemed to make him almost demonic. The eyes drilled into the drow's own orbs, holding him in the gaze. Intimidated, yes. Scared of death, yes, even more. Perhaps it was only that one elf that was a coward, or perhaps he was just smart, and wanted to avoid wounds. For yes, they had cut this mysterious being... but he was far from dead. Turning on his heel, the elf shot off into the brush, heading in the opposite direction Eledin had taken. Ethstar stared at his retreating back with a look of scorn on his face, then slowly bent down to wipe his blade on the grass. His eyes and face started to relax, seemingly calming down to the innocent look he had once had before.

His left hand crawled underneath his shirt, below the cloak, to touch at the bleeding wounds. They hurt like the hells, but he would get over it. He had taken worse. But the bloodflow had to be stopped, or he may get weak. He slowly traced the cuts with his minor healing magic, the only thing he could manage since his powers had been tripped from him. A scab slowly started to form over the bloody cuts, hopefully stopping the blood flow for the moment. It hurt to flex his chest muscles, but he would be okay. The one with the broken nose was laid out unconscious upon the ground, the kick having done more then what had seemed at first. He did a glance back at the tree, glancing for the elf he had hit in the leg, and noted that both him and the one that had been perched in the tree limbs was gone as well.

Turning to check on Eledin and the girl, he noticed both of them coming to, Eledin trotting up to him, the girl getting up, and some strange man suddenly bursting out of the brush. Eledin's question went unanswered, and Ethstar's eyes focused on the man over Eledin's shoulder, and he quickly drew his blade out again, his voice coming out nuetral, questioning. "Are you trying to kill us, too?"

-*As the skirmish ended, he took notice of who had happened to notice him first. He took in the various scents, but they were all masked by that of blood. Not bothered by the smell at all, he then took a few steps forward into the clearing as the one also draped in his cloaked had said "Are you trying to kill us too?".

With a grin that played across his shadowed features he would reach with his Left hand to pull open his cloak, only long enough to sheathe his sword. He had time to clean it later. With that done, he would quickly put his hands into the pockets on the outside of his cloak to hide his clawed hands. He did not mind a fight, but right now he was not looking for trouble, and he did not want them to think him a monster and come rushing at him like so many before had. Taking another couple steps towards the group he would shake his head slightly. His voice coming out in a very, very deep bass.*-

"I mean you no harm, but that is always subject to change, depending on your actions of course..."

Silvan standed and saw the red eyes and that Ethstar scared the dark elf away, she didn't know why but then she remembered that she got knocked out, but she remembered that she saw a glimpsed a bit how saw sort of how fast Ethstar had moved but she didn't know that much since she was knocked out.

When she was standing and when the dark elf was gone every muscle in her body seemed to hurt but she didn't care since she saw the new comer all she did was glare at the man, she looked at him and and just stand there like she was looking for something and she was she was looking to see if he was telling the truth.

"who are you then if you bring no harm, and how can we be sure you ain't telling the truth." She said calmly. She walked to where her katana was lying and grabed it and sheathed it and then look back up at the man.

She looked at the eyes of the man and saw that they ain't humen eyes, since they were red and a bit slanted too, but she standed there looking into those eyes, it look like she staring into the eyes of a dragon and humen.

She steped back a bit, her grip on her katana got harder, her eyes had a bit of fear in them as she looked into those eyes of this man that was here. She was at the side of Ethstar as she still looked at the eyes of this man that remand her of a dragon.

"I won't be violent if you aren't." Eledin did not want any more fighting at this moment. He needed to rest. More hostiles right now would not be beneficial. He walked toward the man. He sat down by a tree and leaned back against the tree. He needed to find out about this character and where he came from. The more he was told the less likely he would turn violent.

He stood up and looked at the man, studying his features. He was tall, very tall. His skin was an odd color. It was almost as if his skin was made of stone. And his eyes...they were a dark glowing red, as if his eyes were made of glowing hot coals. It was truly a fearsome sight. It was not easy, but Eledin put on a halfway cheery look. He could not look into his eyes though, for it was almost as if death was staring back out.

"So newcomer, what’s your name?"

(ooc: Gregori, please tell me if I got your description wrong.)

Strangely enough, as Ethstar stared into the eyes of the newcomer, a look of actual confusion and curiousity would cross his face. He didn't seemed as scared as the others, and that was mostly because he had his mind on other things. Was this man a human too? Or another elf? How many races were there on the material plane? Ethstar's eyes held those of the man's for a moment longer, then started to look him over, quietly observing every detail of his body. The skin was different from what he had seen as well. He was assuming the man wasn't elven or human, for humans nor elves had red eyes such as those. He sighed slightly and then let out a short laugh, finally bringing his gaze back up to meet those of the dragonhunter.

"Well met, stranger." Ethstar gave a cheery smile, his face completely innocent and beautiful. He glanced to his side, noticing the look on Silvan's face, and nearly frowned. Did she know what the man was? She looked as if she regonized something about him, and that something didn't seem to make her too happy. He stared at her with a puzzled look for a few seconds, then turned back to the stranger. The longsword in Ethstar's hand wavered slightly, then was sheathed with a long "shing" sound, his hand dipping within the folds of the cloak to hide the blade at his hip once more. He took a short breath, then plowed forward with his words, hoping they wouldn't be taken as rude.

"Are you a elf?" This would probably seem funny to the others, but to Ethstar, it was a true question. The only thing he really knew was completely nothing. No, he didn't think the man was an elf, but it was the type of question that opened up the opportunity for the man to tell what he was. Ethstar didn't simply wait for answers though. While the man was either qouting his answer, or thinking up an answer, Ethstar would go over to one of the fallen elves and start to pat him down, obviously searching his clothes for something.

(OOC: No worries, I probably should have specified more that his cloak was drawn shut to hide his appearance, for obvious reasons. But, I'll just posty as if it got brushed open by some branches or such as he made his way along the path, saves everyone time and effort. Other than that you got it perfect :) )

-*Gregori looked the bunch over, a small smirk forming on his lips as he saw the uneasiness of the smaller two of the group. As the first elf spoke to him he would rotate his head slightly, a habit he had that he never really noticed as he thought. Debating on whether or not to slay her before she attacked him. If there was one thing he learned through his life it was that if you attack first, then they cant turn on you later. The second elf though was more friendly, though he too was uneasy. As the man greeted him and plopped down at the base of the tree Gregori felt some of the tension ease in him.

He was about to speak when the third of the group, whose scent baffled him-he could smell that the other two were elves of some sort-asked him a question that just blew his mind. "Are you a elf?". His jaw would drop in pure surprise at this. For a moment he couldnt speak as he eyed Ethstar curiosly. Without notice he burst into laughter. A deep, rich sound that drummed through the air. He would laugh for a little bit before he regained his breath. Shaking his head he would speak, to all of them in general, in between chuckles.*-

"No..I am no elf...And my name, is Gregori. May I ask yours?"

"I... I... am Seandith." She said with a low bow then she standed and looked at Gregori and a smile played across her lips as she was thinking about what Gregori was so after awhile she know what he was but she still smiled sort of like she didn't know. She had said her middle name again and hoped that the man didn't know her.

So this is a dragon man, she laughed in her head, what is this man doing out here in this wood, she still laughed in her head. She looked at Gregori again.

"Again how can we be sure you ain't telling a lie." She said the smile gone as she looked over Gregori again. "I don't really trust you so I will like to know more about you." She glanced at Eledin and Ethstar with a untrusty look on her face since she didn't trust anyone since she is a assassin and that means she can't trust oven her friend because assassin's have to kill there friends if she had the job too.

Her smile returned as she stared at Gregori and standed there looking at him with eyes that had fear and a untrusting look.

Ethstar quietly moved his hands down the fallen elf's body, not finding any proof of who he was, or who had sent him. They weren't just simple bandits, like the people before him. These men had been killers, specifically sent to kill the group, or a person in the group. Perhaps the angels were now aware Ethstar had fled from the Celestial plane. But why in the world would they send these types of fighters here? They were no match for any normal angel, even if that angel had been unarmed. No, Ethstar was fairly sure these killers had not been after him. One of the other two elf's who had fought alongside him then.

He finally gave up the search, fully standing and turning his gaze to regard the new being, whatever he might be. "I am known as Ethstar." He took one slow step forward, then a few more, bringing him closer to the man with unhurried, and unthreatening steps. With a smooth motion, his hand came out, his mouth giving a polite smile while his hand extended for a handshake. Common courtesy. Something that had also become habit in his time with the Legion.

The laughter at his simple question was dismissed as mere jest, although he was bit embarrassed. At the reaction of the red-eyed one, his cheeks had flushed a light pink for a few simple moments, then went back to their normal color. Not a elf then. And certianly not a human. He knew that much. But the man still hadn't stated his race... And Ethstar continued to wonder. For a short second, he uttered a low curse at himself within his mind. Continue to ask questions like that one, and he was likely to give his confusion away in an eyeblink.

"Eledin." What in the world is this guy doing here? We should be nice to him, especially because he's 9 feet tall. I'm just gonna hang back, chill out and lye low. Eledin continued to lean on tree and think. How had Kendar found him here? In the middle of nowhere? How was he going to get away from him if someone kept leaking info about everywhere he went. Luckily he wasn't alone. If he had been he probably would be dead now. But he was so hungry. Maybe they should head back to the camp he left a little while ago and get something to eat.

"Are any of you guys hungry?"

-*Gregori swiviled his head ever so slightly, the firey red orbs focusing upon the one who had labeled themselves as Seandith. A grin would smear itself across his face, a single row of wicked steak-knife like teeth would show themselves, catching the light that filtered through the trees better than the rest of hi features. For a moment, none of the others would seem to exist to Gregori, only Seandith as his eyes bored into her.*-

"If you mistrust me so, why should I give you further insight into my being? You have done nothing to earn my trust either..."

-*Then he would appear to notice the other two. As Ethstar approached him, then extended his hand Gregori's grin would fade. He had tucked his hands away for the sole purpose of hiding them. But as a couple of them here ended up being suspicious of him already, he didnt have anything to lose.

Black, almost scaled hands would retract from the slits in his coat they had been in. The fingers were long, ending in large, very sharp claws that gleamed black. His right hand would extend to meet Ethstar's, practically dwarfing it as his fingers closed around the delicate flesh.

Gregori's hand would feel oddly cold, but not freezing to the touch. With much concentration, he would try and not crush the man's hand into a pulp.*-

"Well met, I hope...Ethstar."