Dear Mr. Fehade,

I have found you at last, it was my job to find you fore I am in the employment of someone you may know by the name of Manic Deathstrom. He needs to meet you for some reason that I do not know, however before you are to meet him you are to meet myself. I am only doing this as a favor contrary to what he may tell you later. I will meet you under the stars of the Great Stables in The village of Kennan.

-Lady Of The Ash Tree's


After alot of reaserch and pulling alot of strings seh had found him. Fehade, the man that she was sent to look for, it had taken some time but now they could meet and the sooner her debt would be paid to Manic. In return for her life seh was to call many people to meet him, to form a plan, evil no doubt to do some evil deads. However Ashley had a secret plot, as she gathered the evil ones, seh also gathered ones of good to fight those who intended to inflict pain. However Manic, nor the people she meeted with knew, or would know.

Ashley stood waiting in the moonlinght. Usually she wore leaves for clothes as was tradition for her kind, but she went out and bought a dress with colors of brown, yellow, and red, the fabric flowed around her as she waited in the wind. her long deep brown hair had many braids and her emerald green eyes shone with excitement, there she watied.

When a noise behind her sounded she waited for a moment before turning to her new comany. A smile on her light rose pink lips.

The tiefling demon infused had received the letter, and he stared at it, as if his fiery angry gaze could burn it to ashes, sadly, he wasn't that powerful yet. Manic Deathstrom. So thats what his full name was. The edge of his lip twitched in anger. Manic, and the vampire fool Cordelia Brooks. Oh, how he couldn't wait to destroy them all, but not Brooks, no, not yet, he had to many plans for her.

He closed his fist over the letter, crumbling it in a ball, then threw it to the ground and mumbling a word of magic under his breath, that set the note to ignite with a small flame, then it was soon gone the wind blowing it away. He was only a couple hours from Kellen, but with his horse Evier, it wouldn't take so long. He walked to his nightmare horse, and climbed into the saddle.

"Come, my love, we have someone to meet. Lady Of The Ash Tree's she calls herself. This will be fun." He smiled cruelly, as he dug his heels into the horse roughly, and the nightmare went straight to a full gallop.

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He soon made it to the city, and as he reached the edge, he dismounted Evier, and let her change into her human form, which was a beautiful pale slender looking girl wearing a long black dress with bell sleeves. Her hair was loose, falling over her slim shoulders. Fehade watched her a moment, then started to head into town.

He looked how he always did in his human form. He was still tall, and had pale skin. His black hair was shoulder length, and also loose. Two dark red studs of horns pointed through his hair, but they were hardly noticeable. He wore black clothes, and his two katanas strapped to his side, and his drow piwifwi cloak. His stride was fast as he went towards the stables, the now human nightmare walking right behind him.

He reached the stables, and saw the girl he supposed was the Lady of Ash Tree's of something like that. He stopped a few feet behind her, knocking a couple stones to the side to make his presence noticed. His blood red eyes stared at the girl as she turned, his eyes looking intensely annoyed with being disturbed. The edge of his mouth twitching into a dark smirk.

"So, the great pain in the arse Manic Deathstrom sent you to get me, hmm? Even though our last meeting wasn't so friendly?" He said, eyes darkening at the memory, and how it destroyed his ego basically. Being beaten by a paladin, then a vampire with Manic's help. He shudder with anger at the memories.

Ashley shrugged. "I know nothing of the people I am to contact or the plans he has in mind. All I know is that I traded this for my life. And I intend to pay him back as soon as I am able, so I found you!" She looked at him, he too looked evil much like manic. He too didnt look quite human.
Beside him stood a woman, she was pretty with black hair and clothes, ehr skin white like porcline, alot differant from herself. Would manic get mad if someone else came? Probably. This was private info and his temper had a short fuse. "Uhm. but before I can disclose anything, she must leave." She said motioning to the girl.

The darkness made her eyes look deep green like that of a thick forest. Her long brown hair looked almost black, and her tan skin looked just a little paler. She watched him carefully, he may try to kill her just as Manic had. this was a game. And lucky for her, she loved games.

"And dont worry, he's a pain in the ares to every one! And hasnt gotten any better from the last time youv'e seen him most likely, maybe worse." She said with a wink.

So, she did all to save her life, even though, she may not live through this meeting, that is, if Rraezanon convinces Fehade to kill the helpless whelp. Fehade didn't answer to what she said first, but when she said that Eiver had to leave, his eyes grew dark with annoyance. He then tilted his head at the nightmare girl, who look somewhat reluctant to go, seeing as Fehade was her master, and she had the intelligence of a human, she was just as curious as her master was. She didn't fear for his safety or anything, he could easily take care of himself. But she turned reluctantly and walked a few paces away, into a shadow and changed back into a horse, a pure black mare, and then trotted off into the darkness.

The tiefling turned his gaze to the girl again, taking in her appearance better then last time. She was pretty, and the dress she had matched her, but he mainly thought of how he could easily crush her.

"And dont worry, he's a pain in the ares to every one! And hasnt gotten any better from the last time youv'e seen him most likely, maybe worse."

He frowned when she spoke of Manic. He rubbed his left arm as if it hurt. The last time he ran into him, he had gotten a few scars from it, ones he could barely deal with. And the idea of Manic being worse... Fehade would one day kill Manic. Fehade wanted revenge on all those who are destroying him, and Manic was part of his list. His left hand tingled with his dark magic as anger boiled in his red eyes.

"What does he want?" Fehade snapped, suddenly angrier then before. Rraezanon now spouting out insults and basically screaming curses in Fehade's head, making him angry, and annoyed. "Hurry up before I decided to tear you apart. I have much to do, and listening to a little slave of Manic's will waste my most precious time I don't have."

Now Ashley was mad, she was NOT his slave nore did she BELONG to him in any mannar. So out of anger she slapped him across the face, her hand making conatact, a loud smack sound ringing through the dark night.
"I am not a slave! And if you dare to kill me now you will not know what he wants." She said takign a step or two back to give a safe and secure distance.

Ashley backed away even farther and tossed him a black envelope with a seal of black ink on it, the name Fehade was written in a clear white script. Nothing else lay on the letter, she did not know what he planned, so she would not have a bargaining chip with this man. Why would he not have made srue they wouldnt kill me! she thought angrily.

"And if your time is so precious why did you agree to meet with me to meet with a man you dont even like? Guess you time isnt that precious after all. And I have a feeling we can help each other out." She said with a smile. A devious smile that rarely came to her lips, but somehow ti made her look all the more alurring.

He was taken by surprise when the slap came, it wasn't one thing he expected. No one had ever done so to him before, well, Mara when she was ticked off, but she was the only one. He turned his gaze to the girl, glaring coldly at her. He didn't care what Manic wanted, the main thing that brought him here was curiosity, and Rraezanon wanted to see what it was about, since he also suffered from the last meeting.

His eyes stayed on her, not wavering once from her face, even as she through the envelope to him, he caught it easily before it fell, but his eyes stayed intently on the nymph, his glare as strong as before. After a minute or so, he tore his eyes away from the girl, to glance down at the envelope. Another letter most likely. He flipped it over and broke the seal, but stopped with the girl spoke up again. He turned his glare back to her, but curiosity seemed to linger behind.

"And if your time is so precious why did you agree to meet with me to meet with a man you dont even like? Guess you time isnt that precious after all. And I have a feeling we can help each other out."

He laughed hollowly. "My time may be precious, but I never give up the opportunity for the chance at revenge." He was addicted to getting revenge, he thought of it every hour of the day, and how would get revenge on the world. Hakri would be the first to go. His father had made the past years hell for the tiefling.

"And what do you mean - you have a feeling we can help each other out?" He asked coldly. He hated help, and helping others, it was a hassle, even if thats what made his time precious, serving Mara and Hakri at the same time was hard, they always wanted people dead, or things stolen. Fehade had little choice but to obey.

Ashley didnt mind the cold glare, now that she had spent time with Manic she didnt really care, she was becoming far more able to handle these kinds of guys. They most the time, were only bullys and nothing more. So she simply shrugged off his hostile glance. She sipmly began to slowly walk around him. Like a cat stalking its prey her green eyes were soft, but held meaning, however was at the same time blocked my two carbon metal doors.

"Listen, what ever is going on has to be bad. And I want to stop it. You want revenge. See the connection darling?" She said with more than needed gooeyness on the word 'darling'.

"We can stop him, along with the others I must recrute. We can turn on him like has done for many others." She said.


((sorry short post way busy lately!))

His eyes stayed on her as she walked around him, like a cat almost. He listened to what she said. And he wondered what Manic did want. He almost had a pretty good idea of what it may be, but then again maybe not. But, Fehade mostly wanted to know why Manic would want to meet with Fehade again. It annoyed Fehade not knowing. They didn't start off on good terms, and he somehow doubted it would ever get better, because Fehade only allows things to get worse.

"We can stop him, along with the others I must recrute. We can turn on him like has done for many others."

He cocked his head, wondering who else she had to "recruit". But he was mainly curious on what Manic wanted. Even though he wanted revenge on him, he liked to get his revenge alone, not turning on him when others are there to "help".

"Who else do you have to find?" He asked, as he heard Rraezanon groan, that sounded like he was in a pit of misery, but the tiefling ignored him.

"Who else do you have to find?" he asked.

Ashley shrugged. "I'm not allowed to tell you that. Besides, it will probably be in your best intrest to just meet with him. you never know what hte will have up his sleeve. I just hope that you dont do anything stupid because if you do he may have a spaz on you. Which would suck. So its your choice." She said angrily.

with one smile she curtsied and gave him another quick reminder of what the situation was. "manic has plan, your one of the people involved, I'm an innocent bystandered in the line of fire and you shall meet him in 24 hrs. in the ruins." She said with a smile. The sunlight danced of her brown hair and caressed her skin.

What she first said, made it sound as if he was weak, a foolish weakling. If Manic did something to try killing Fehade, he would be prepared. Then she wouldn't tell him who she had to meet also, when she said she wanted to turn on him, and yet, she won't tell him. He narrowed his red eyes, glaring out at her. A confusing little one she was, and he wanted to destroy her, crush her, make her bleed, kill her a thousand times. He rested each hand on one of his katanas, one on Ismon, and the other on Aparul.

He watched her, not speaking. She was a beautiful one, he gave her that, but she was very muchly annoying. Sides, Mara was more beautiful, and Evier. Manic would probably just kill her when she finished her work for him, he would not be surprised if the man did that.

"Is that all?" He asked in his cold voice. Rraezanon telling him to be calm and not slaughter the girl yet, maybe if they ran into her again, when shes not playing Manic's slave.