somewhere in norwoord forest, there was a small, unimportant grave stone.
"here lays in peace Eynalis Eyalfokieer"
peace? yeah right. This is what the priest wants everyone to think. His spirit was troubled.
then, the gravestone opend. A rotting corpse of Eynalis came outside.
Greeting, Eynalis. I am Nethu'zard, a great necromancer.You got killed by the gods, for travling when you are still too young. Such things bring danger to this very world. Now you are old enough, so i give you another chance.

That's really nice. Now give me my stuff back. I need them to keep slashing my enemies.

HAHAHA!!!I allready sold them back, with your soul. Trust me, you will love being the bad guy! You are going to be different then what you was. diffrent person. you will no longer care about the pathetic elves. And slashing your enemies? There is such a pwerful necrotic powers in you now, don't you think it will be a shame if you will not be a sorcerer?

very well. I can allready fill the new me. I am no longer the fool I used to be. This wolrd shall pay for abandoning me!

Great. now here, have this cloack, healing spell, and staff. You will need them. Good luck.

Eynalis was now evil. Much less care about this world, or about anything else beside himself. A huge part of him wanted to ruin this world, and from its ashes he wanted to build a new, better, evil one. But for this he will need someone to help him.

(Please try to double-check your posts and make sure all capitalizations and punctuations are correct. Aslo if you have Word, try running the post through spell check which would also hep.)

Vernon stealthfully made his through air in the form of a fairly large furry black bat. The night was a dark one with the moon to gracing the land with only a little light, making unlikely that Vernon's approach was warned by anything besides his uniquely putrid stench and the soft stokes of his wings. Vernon was heading back to his beloved home of the hauntwood marsh, but forced himlsef to take a break on a tree limb when a tantalizing smell waffted in the air. The delicous smell of the dead, probably elven. It was nearby and given it's sudden strength, recently unearthed. Vernon slipped to the forest floor and took the form of a padfooted wolf and hastened to the undead Eynalis. Despite his haste he tried to move silently as well as quickly hoping not to disturb whoever had unearthed the supposed corpse. It could be the work of a necromancer who might not like dinner guests or it could even be a clever trap to capture the vile lover of decayed flesh.

As he got closer he slowed down, not as eager to get caught as he was to have a nice meal on elven flesh no less. The sneaky rat's foul aroma announced his arrival, yet it was a herald he never liked to silence. It was not long before Vernon saw in the distance a robed figure facing the defiled elven creature wich had emerged from the grave. "A Necromancer," Vernon mused himself. Vernon waited silently within the cover of bushes, still holding his form of a wolf, wondering if the Necromancer would have the undead seek the source of the stench or if the nercomancer was devoid of a working nose and needed some other herald to Vernon's arrival.

as the necromancer walked away, Eynalis started to look at himself.
It was hard for him to get used to his "new" body.
lucky him - he could not smell himself.
Then he took his staff out.
A staff!!!
He had a sharp katana, and all he got now is a wooden staff!
He started hitting the bushes near Vernon.
How angry he was!
his katana slashed this bushes easly, and this staff? Just bended them a bit.
Then his leg hitted a stone and he felt.
He was shocked - he didnt even felt it!!
But his bones were tierd - if it wasn't for the staff, he was unable to get up.
He sitted on his own grave and looked at the moon - then he decided.
He is now belong to the night - to darkness.
He looked at an old human lady passed nearby. He walked to her, smiling. He hitted her with his staff, again and again. She felt on the floor, dying. then, he healed her, just to see her suffers. He hitted her again, until she died.
HAHAHA!!
he laughed. He enjoyed being evil.

(Try not to be in too great a hurry to recheck your post. I don't mind waiting a few days for a nicely done post. And remember proper capitalization is the easiest way to make your pot look better.)

Vernon was not surprised that neither paid him immediate attention, after all his stench certainly had ferald him well before he took hiding and it was rare that his vile scent went unnoticed. He was surprised to see the nercomancer leave his elven zombie by itself. He hadn't expected that, but was glad that it meant less work for him.

He was about close in on his prey, but remained still as the zombie advanced. ad he been found? Probably not he was well hidden and anyone following their nose would certainly have had a noticable reaction by now. Still, the zombie invited the rat to question his thoughts as the elf began to brutally beat the bush nearby.

Vernon waited in still silence, forcing himself ignore the strong urge to sate his tastebuds. He had smelt human flesh earlier, but had ignored it, afterall decaying elven flesh was much more appealing. Thus Vernon was not surprised when the old woman came into veiw. It was when the elf began to laugh at his simple victory, that Vernon decided to take action. "A pity I prefer the flesh of Elves over that humans," Vernon snickered with a wolvish grin as he stepped out of the bushes and slowly approached Eynalis.

What? Who are you? he said.
Eynalis had no idea who the guy is, or for how long he is watching Eynalis.
Then, he looked at the woman's corpse, and at himself.
The guys eats bodies!
If you want to eat elves, then you found the wrong "elf" to mess with.
Eynalis no longer counted himself as an elfm but as an undead.
But if you want to go and kill some elves, I will not stop you. I might even help you, if I would fill like it.
Eynalis walked a bit.
Who is this guy? He asked himself.
Then, Eynalis sitted down on a grave.
"here lays in peace Eynalis" was written down on a cross.
Eynalis picked up the cross(the cross wasn't deep in the ground - even a small child could take it out if he tries) and throwed it away.
Lays? Peace? Yeah right.
Eynalis looked at Vernon
Well, what do you want from me?
You want me to help you kill elves, or you want to kill me? You will find it hard to kill me, I am allready dead.
Eynalis just wanted anything to happend. "Life" stated to get him boerd, nothing happend.

(much better ^_^ )

Vernon found the elf's reply humourous. He acted as if being undead made him invulnerable. In most case it was quite the oppisite. In Vernon's case most of his tactics would be foiled, but that hadn't stopped him from snaging the meat of the bones of 'live' zombies or destroying them and removing the flesh afterwards. Still, none of them had been intelligent enough to talk. While he did very much wish to clean off the elf's bones that very moment, Eynalis' words brought an Idea to his mind. Prehaps he could make more use of the talking zombie than a very tasty meal.

"You must certainly be ignorant of the fact that there are many ways to destroy the living dead and even moreso of the fact that I know most of them. Yet, I beleive there is a way we can avoid me licking your bones dry and smashing them as if they were child's play," Vernon grined as closed the distance bettween them with slow purposeful steps. Vernon couldn't help but lick his wolven chops as he contemplated chaning his mind. If it weren't for the fact that few would dare make deals with the rat it might not be the first time he had broken a deal before it was made.

"You will serve me by bringing dead elves to my beloved glorious swamp," Vernon grinned with a feral gleam in his eyes as he paced around the undead elf. It wasn't a question, it was a command. Prehaps the elf would be foolish enough to say, then he could have the pleasure of removing a limb and getting him to comply.

HAHAHA!!! Serve you? Who do you think you are?
Eynalis mocked him. He was not afraid from anything. you can put a hungry dragon infront of him. He will run to survive, but he will not be afraid.

If you want dead elves, then kill elves. I am no ones slave. Not even my master's!I have my own will, and if you think you can scare me, then you have a lot what to learn about undead. Maybe my staff can help you learn!!

Eynalis gave Vernon a threating look. Eynalis was not afraid. He does not feel fear. He does not feel.

You can try to eat me if you want, but I promise you - My flash is rotten. And it would be hard for you with all the wounds on your body. And maybe, you might even stay here forever, unless the necromancer will raise you too.

Eynalis knew one thing for sure - even if he had no chance to win if a battle will start, he will try. Eynalis took a worm from his leg.

I tough I took them all out. Well, It had fun eating me, unlike you, and now I will eat her.

Eynalis started chewing the worm, and then spitted the chewd body on Vernon.
Eynalis pointed with his staff at the ground and said:

If you are really hungry, you can eat the earth, maybe there are a few worms left there. And if you are really annoying, I will make you.


Eynalis enjoying beying ennoying. He wished for a fight, it might be fun.
With his staff, Eynalis moved a bit of Vernon's for aside and written "Eynalis".
He laughed so loudly, then if there are guards here, a battle is unstopable.

(I've noticed you have too many skills in your description page. You only get to Skills (one novice, one adept) and the flaw for skill system is down. Since you have bought nothing yet, you should only have two. You might want to fix that right away or the Admin will not be too happy.)

"Compliance is so hard to find now adays," Vernon mused to himself as Eynalis took no heed of his words. It was wishful thinking that the undead would agree. At least now he didn't need to stay true to his word, though it did mean he would have to throttle some sense into the ignorant fool. Vernon hadn't bother to dodge the maggot seasoned by the elf's tasteful flesh. It was further proof that the corpse was rotted to a most lovely state. Bodys got better with time, just like wine with exception of some of the flavorings trying to slowly drink the rest of the wine.

"I can see how you died in the first place, but now is the time to see if your strength can make up for your stupidity though I doubt that possible," Vernon snickered. After speaking Vernon turned his head up and howled at the dark sky. Other wolves answered his call with howls of their own, yet this was not his intent. As Vernon howled he transformed into a form closer to his normal one, though instead of looking like a Wererat in hybrid form he looked like a Werewolf in hybrid form.

Vernon withdrew his Poison blade, almost said that his claws wouldn't get good use. His own natural claws would have been match enough for the wimpy staff, but there was no blood to be drawn . Vernon glanced over to the clearly makeshift grave. It was obvious he was some sort of outcast for this was no where near any village, elven or otherwise. It brought the curious question of who had bothered to waste their time making it. When it all boiled down, the answer didn't quite matter.
"Come now let us see what you can do with your puny stick. I'll even let you get the first attack," Vernon smirk as he rose to his full height, a decent seven inches above Eynalis.

Listen, if you want some meat, you can go to the butcher. And untill you will kill me, my body will be smashed, it will be like eating anst for you.

The undead laughed at him. He was fearless, but not stupid. He knew he had no chance against such a powerful enemy. Now he was trying to avoid a battle.

I dont get you - you are in a middle of a graveyard, and you are risking your very own life just not to dig a bit? Or maybe you are just not strong enough to hold a spade?

Eynalis walked near the place his grave was, so the hole will be between them.
At night, its almost impossible to see the hole. If Vernon will charge, he won't notice, and then he will fall. Then, Eynalis can hit him, and Vernon can't fight back - he will hit the leg? If he will try to climb, Eynalis will push him. But maybe a battle is not necesery? Eynalis set down on a grave, so his move won't be to suspicius

I have an idea. Instead of a fight, I can help you dig. And if you want, I will gladly help you kill. So non of us will die, or risk his life.

Now Eynalis felt much better. Even if a battle is not avoideable, Vernon will almost sure fall, and by the that, Eynalis will win for allmost sure.

But if you SO want to kill me, go ahead then.

If Vernon will not fall, then Eynalis will push him. Yes, this battle is over.

( :o I thought the grave was out there all by itself. You didn't make it seem like a graveyard at all. Next time you start a topic try to mention the surrounding area paticularly when it is not as vague as the forum description. )

The elf was cowardly. He spoke of himself as if he was a god, yet he did seem so eager to actively start the battle. Prehaps the poor elf noticed its weakness in at least some manner. Or prehaps it was just to buy time to get on the otherside of his grave. The act might have gone unnoticed if he hadn't not just been looking at the hole before hand or if he had a human's nightvision. Either way it would help the elf none. It was true that he could take to grave digging to get elven flesh, but the elves often used coffins and preservatives. It was quite obvious that Eynalis was either so unloved or so poor that he got neither and decayed marvelously.

"I know few butchers that deal in elven flesh, but I have offered the job to you. You refused so arrogantly I am left with only two options, teaching you a lesson or destroying you and claiming you flesh as my dinner. If you wish to avoid a fight you should accept my job and the rewards that come with being affliated with the notorious master of the marsh who is feared by paladins and do-gooders who would not take well to your existance," Vernon replied as he moved closer to the elf. He circled around the grave so as to leave nothing between them.

"What will it be your suffering or your servitude?" Vernon snickered as he spread his arms out invitingly. He readied himself to counter if the zombie was more fool than coward, though he beleived that the elf's bark was certainly too large for any bite the elf could possibley have.

( sorry! But I told that Eynalis set on a grave, and graves have a cross or a stone. so if he took the cross out(that was in the ground) and set on another grave, that means there are two graves atleast)

Now Eynalis knew he can't go anymore. Fight or fight. But against who? Elves or that rat thing? Elves. He had too. The only way not to die. He looked around, maybe he can escape. It was a misty night, you don't have to go so far to be unseen.
Alright. Then I'll go. If you want rotten meat, then that's your problem.

Eynalis started walking. But where can he go and find lone elves? In a village he will be destroyed for sure. Then he came up with an idea.
You must trust people a lot if you let me go so much. Shame that undead can't be trust.
He said, when you can only see a black figure where hi's body was. He was deep in the mist. Then he dissaperd completly.
He kept on the road, walking. He knew that if Vernon will chase him he can't run away. But as long as it kept Vernon to walk with him, it was good. And if Vernon didn't, it was even better.

(My point is the only hints where in your post where you first mentioned it was a graveyard. No worries though, just try to fit such information in the topic starter next time. ^_^ )

Vernon was pleased when the elf agreed, that meant less work for himself and hopefully work free elven delacacies in the future. Still, Vernon was not ready for the zombie to leave just yet and certainly had not intention of trusting him to do his job unchecked. The mist hindered his sight and sense of smell but it didn't hinder the later enough to prevent him tracking Eynalis with terrible ease. Vernon followed swiftly after assuming the form of a wolf again, it seemed as though there would be no confrontation from him now at least.

"Trust? I can barely trust myself, what makes you think I trust you after just meeting you?" Vernon sickered in reply guessing that he was much closer than the elf expected. The only one's Vernon could truly trust were War, Famine, and Death, but those sleaze balls laid in idle rest, waiting for the end of imythess to be ripe for the taking. Until then Vernon merely sought to amuse himself on the doomed planet.

"You will be be under watch of course, and if you fail to come to the Hauntwood marshes by the next full moon, I shall amuse myself with your punishment. As part of your reward, I task you to bring any foolish followers of good that seek your destruction to my marshes, afterall it's so hard to come by visitors nowadays," Vernon smiled when he was only a few meters away from Eynalis' side. Prehaps he could do more to help the elf later were his attitude to improve, and when the next full moon did come he would know some of what needed improvement when the elf. It was less than a week away, but the elf ought to be able to come up with something by then.

"Now what is it you are called, Elf?" Vernon asked, not entirely sure if he cared for the answer.

(should I start a new topic at the marsh when I get a body, or post it here?)

My name? My name is Eynalis.
Eynalis started to walk a bit. He Then found the one he needed, an elf.
He putted his hood down on, and walked near him.
Hello, kind elf
Greetings, mage
The elf said, not knowing who Eynalis truly is.
Eynalis knew the elf was armed, what could have make it harder, so he had to take care.
Can you please take me to any place to spend the night, I am very old and tierd.
Ofcourse, just follow me.

As the elf turned his back, Eynalis Raised his staff for an attack.
He hitted the elf in his head, and then the elf took his sword out.
Eynalis striked again, but the elf dodged.
The elf striked, and Eynalis healed himself.
Both of them were ready to fight, and Eynalis knew that Vernon was nearby.
That elf had no chance if Vernon will help Eynalis.

(Just make the topic in the marsh later. )

It was quite apparent that the elf had no further desire to speak with him and Vernon had no further need to speak with Eynalis. Vernon summoned forth one of his faithful rats and Mitz to watch over the undead. With the two of them he'd be able to keep an eye on the zombie's activites and find him should he have the need to do so. After charging his pets with the task of observing Enyalis, he began to make his way towards his beloved marsh. To evade further conflicts to night, he masked his unmistakable odor and let the soft fall of padded feet be the only thing to give him away.

Vernon was surprised to here Eynalis' voice again when the zombie greeted another elf. He was too far to have a nice veiw, but he could hear qute well thanks to his sensitive ears. He easily noted that the elf had apparently took to work right away and it was not long before a battle ensued. Vernon could, come to the aid of Eynslis, but why bother? The fool needed to learn to pick fights he could when and the poor zombie certainly didn't act like he needed nor wanted help from anyone. For now he would simply wait and listen and maybe if it sounded like a good fight he might come closer to watch.

Die unholy thing!!
The elf shouted while striking. Most elves carry weapons with them, but mostly none of them knows how to fight well. This was the case.
They perried each other for a short while, and then Eynalis kicked the elf. The elf lost his balance, and then the staff came. The elf felt on the floor, and dropped his blade. Eynalis knew he had to finish that fight quick, but then he had an idea.
I will let you live, if you will do somthing for me.
Eynalis took the sword, and the elf followed him. It was his only chance.



(to be continued in hauntwood marsh)