Ranewen yawned as she walked through the Inn and sat down at a table in the corner. Another man, who was pretty handsome in an evil-like way, accompanied her. He resembled that of a dragon. In fact, he was a dragon; just no one really knew the secret. Or, well, most didn’t live to know the secret is more like it. He had dark hair, like Ranewen and a matching set of black eyes, almost as black as Ranewen’s heart (which was pretty black, just like a black hole).

They sat at a table, watching the people. They sat quietly, shooing the barmaid came over to ask them if they wanted anything. They weren’t here to drink their lives away like most of these hopeless scoundrels. They were here to spread word of their plan to take all of Imythess into their hands.

The man with her smirked, his teeth even paler than his white skin. But they resembled sharp teeth, but yet they weren’t sharp. Many people looked at him oddly, saw Ranewen, and turned away so they could walk—or stumble, rather—home with a head still attached to their necks. They knew who she was, but they didn’t know who the man was.

It was, in fact, her dragon Alantha Gorgorath. He was handsome, but ugly. He was nice, yet evil. He was light, yet dark. He was pale, yet black. He was everything, but nothing. Simply, it looked like he looked too perfect to be human. No flaws on his body—no scars, nothing. It was because in his true form he had dragon scales to protect the human underneath that came out only when Ranewen needed; or if he really, really, felt like it; like now. He needed to accompany her. He thought something entertaining was bound to happen.

Munwithurix walked into the bar, her platemail glimmered in the light in the Purple Latern, a cape trailing behind her. Her eyes glanced around the tavern taking in who was there. She didn't come to the bar often but when she does someone normally died. Glancing around a couple of people got her attention. There was a woman and a man, but when looking at the man it made her teeth mash togather, he wasn't just a man he was a Dragon and there weren't suppose to be any other dragons around for she had chased them off.

When she looked at the woman, she seemed to be the boss, not the man. Looking away from them she walked to a table which was a few tables down from theirs. The Barmaid came and she odered wine, which was her favourite drink to oder in a bar.

The Barmaid returned with her wine, Munwithurix took it and took a sip, her eyes seemed transfixed on the two people. The way they seemed to be there reminded of herself, trying to spread word of herself around the land of Imythess so that one day her name would be feared among all.

She took another sip of her wine still watching, her mind working hard to figure out what she should do about these intruders, one of the things that went through her mind was to attack them, but that would mean she wouldn't know what she would be getting into...
So for a test of these people she stood up and walked over to their table, her hand on the hilt of her longsword. "Good day to you or night, I hate to disturb you but I was curios on where you were from? For I have not seen you here before, are you travelers? Merchents? Or have you been around here?" She asked the woman at the table. Something in the back of her mind was telling her that these people might like being talked to, which was fine for her, but before she could attack she has to find out who they are what they want. Munwithurix's eyes looked the woman up and down, she had black and eyes and so did the man.

Protending a smile she looked at them her eyes menacing.

Ranewen lifted her eyes to look at the person who had questioned them. “I am Ranewen. Former Goddess of Darkness, current member of the High Council. This is my friend, Alantha Gorgorath.” Something about her seemed odd. She looked over at Alantha, who was staring at this newcomer. She shrugged it off. Perhaps they had encountered each other one time before and neither were too happy about it. She smirked slightly and then turned back to Munwithurix.

“And no, we are not travelers. Just spreading word to these people about the war that it to come. Would you like to know about it? If you would, you may have a seat. If not, then tell me what is it that you need.” She wondered if the woman needed anything or was just curious about who they were. But something about her—just this one thing—made her think that this wasn’t her true form.

Another dragon, Ranewen. Munwithurix is her name. Never leaves many people alive, but many know her name, for how would I know it if she was not known? I’m sure she’d be a great help to our purpose, but something tells me she knows that I am another dragon, which isn’t uncommon, for she IS a dragon herself.

Just shut up, Ranewen snapped at him and shook her head. She then turned back to Munwithurix and smiled slightly. “Alantha tells me you are a dragon,” she said, her voice low. “Munwithurix, if I am not mistaken. And if I am, I am gravely sorry, for I meant no harm. Just…wondering,” she said with a smile.

Munwithurix listened, her smile still on her face, but when spreading the word of a war to come came up it made her think, and she was right about them, they had the same plan as her own. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet the former goddess of darkness," she gave a slight bow with her head and then stared at the man who's name was Alantha Gorgorath, who was a dragon.

"What is this coming war?" She asked somewhat curious, "And, I do not need anything really, I was just wondering who you were, and now I know." She said, she took a sip of her wine and smiled, trying to think what was the best way she could use these two people...
They must have the same idea as herself, so maybe somehow she could use them to help her take over Imythess, but maybe they will try to kill...

"Well your dragon friend is correct, my name is Munwithurix and I am a dragon." She was a little caught off her guard that the man new who she was, but in a way not to surprising, because she knew he was a dragon and so he knew she was one.

"Is this coming war soon, or is it going to be a few hundred years?" Munwithurix asked Ranewen, a smirk came to her lips, either way was fine for her, for she didn't age like humans, she will live for many years longer then humans. The talk about a war made her excited, if there was ever going to be a war then she would like to be in it, for she hadn't had a chance to use her magic to much in a war area.

“The war will be coming within a matter of weeks, if not days, depending on how many people come to the Dragonspine Mountains to take their positions. I am not sure what the first target will be. Perhaps the city of Taras. It needs a Queen to watch the horseman fall. And that Queen, will be named after the war. Perhaps, Munwithurix, it could be you if you wanted. Think of it: one of the most feared holding one of the largest of cities under her eyes,” she said with a grin, looking back at Alantha, making sure that he wasn’t going to randomly jump up and attack the girl.

She could be of a lot of use, Alantha, so stand your ground, she said to him sternly. She wasn’t going to use her, of course, but it would better to have her as an ally rather than someone who wants her head. A dragon as an enemy? Well, the war could be harder with that to deal with. Of course, she had dragons on her side already—the dragons of the Dragonspine Mountain had agreed to watch over her place for the armies. And therefore, she was more dangerous than ever. She had Seele at her right hand and Rith on her left. Not literally, but they were two of the most loyal people in her whole entire army.

“You don’t, of course, have to participate in the actual fighting, milady,” Ranewen said and bowed her head in honor to the dragon. “But seeing as you’re a dragon—and a powerful one at that since Alantha knows who you are—I’m sure you’d enjoy using your power against your puny enemies of the light side.” She had honestly hoped that the dragon would accept her invitation. She had offered her Taras. Was that not enough? If it weren’t, she would change the deal. Perhaps she didn’t even want Taras. But who was she to know all of this?

((hope you dont mind the only evil incarnation of the only half-celestial in imythess coming in. Ranewen might actually want to employ him...))


It was the second day of Uramos arrival on Imythess. He had been exploring Balefire for the that time. He had come to accept it as his base of operations, he would fit in nicely here. Nobody looked twice at somebody who had those crazy eyes.

He had heard the Goddess of Darkness was somehwhere around town, and was eagerly searching for her. Uramo had the intention of using her towards his own goals. Walking inside the Purple Lantern, he took a look around the building. In one side of the tavern he could see her, sitting next to some man and some other woman was sitting at the other end of the table. They were talking about something. Uramo sat at the bar, and observed them. The man had clear hostility towards the woman, and yet a certain fear, as if he held her in awe or high regard.

Ranewen, the Godess of Darkness had a much more scheming motive. Much eviler intentions. Uramo liked it. Perhaps now was the time to say something. No, he would wait until the opprotune moment. As of yet he had no weapons, so Uramo decided to play his cards much more cautiosly. If he was right, the Goddess would notice him immediatly and take a great interest in him. She was one of three people in the room that could see his true nature.

"You must not be the sharpest person in the land, for Taras would be one of the most hardest places to take over, for there are two goddess there and one is the Goddess of Blades, and I bet you don't even try to take her on in a sword fight," Munwithurix said with a sniff, "Oh, and your flattery woudn't work very good, for I am not stupid, I know what will work and what will not, I know taking Taras is not the best idea and that you think to much of yourself, there are many more gods against you then with you."


She turned and watched as a man walked into the bar and he sat down and watched her , but he seemed to be watching the Goddess more then herself, and the Goddess' dragon friend. She didn't like being watched but she tried to ignore that man, instead of getting up she turned back and took a sip of her wine.

"And I am not always looking to seek revenge or even if I have power, doesn't mean I want to always take my power out on my enemies, and not all people on the other side, or the light side is what you call it, are puny and many of them have proven themselves worthy of being almost equel to myself." Her dark eyes traced the faces before her, the Goddess knew what she was talking about, but she must have not thought to hard about on what she was going to say, for it didn't make sense taking over Taras, for there were many gods there.

Munwithurix looked back at the bar, seeing the man watching them she gave him a glare and turned back and waited for a reply from the Goddess.

She shrugged her shoulders simply. “If you refuse my offer, then, you may leave. Or you may stay. Do what you will,” she said, ignoring the man staring at them. She was used to it and didn’t deem it weird. She thought it was the human nature to stare, for that’s what they did. She then looked away from Munwithurix. Munwithurix, though, didn’t know her little secret: she had the powers of the Goddess back, but she took shape in mortal form. Their first target, a city with a large army (but not Taras). She would reveal no such information to someone not in the Floh’l Del Oloth, for she didn’t really trust anyone else.

She then looked at the man at the bar, her eyes narrowing, as if say ‘I dare you to come closer’ or something of the sort. Some sort of threat. She didn’t even care what that man thought. Instead she turned back to her drink, taking a sip of it, looking back around the tavern before looking back at Munwithurix. She wasn’t sure if the dragoness was going to accept the offer or not. Then again, she wasn’t going to try and persuade her. She had her own plans for the Gods. She’d cross blades with the Goddess of Blades. Neither could die. Ranewen was basically death itself. And therefore, she’d be reborn again and again until her immortality was gone, which would only happen if she was kicked out of her position of Goddess of Darkness.

She looked back away from Munwithurix again, staring forward at the back of the head of some man. She wasn’t interested in him, he just happened to be sitting in the chair in front of them, and therefore the only thing she could look at without ‘staring’ in some sort of immature way. Laoura only knows what human men think when someone stares… Let a lone a dragoness… she said, glancing at her out of the corner of her eye, and then back over to Alantha, who was still staring at her with pure hatred. But he was holding it in. He knew better than to upset the Goddess. He had done that once before and he never, ever needed that again.

The woman and the Goddess turned and saw Uramo. The woman gave a mean, distant look. Not surprising to him, considering the evil uncaring heart he felt in her. However, the Goddess was different. She was curious about him, almost daring him to come near. Uramo wasnt sure if it was good idea just yet. He was still unarmed.

Then he remembered something. He saw a sleeping drunkard outside, with a two handed sword. The drunkard would probably forget he even had it when he woke up, so it was a very opprutune time to acquire something to defend himself with.

He walked outside, and sure enough there he was. The two handed sword was sitting propped up by the building next to the sleeping man. If Uramo had any emotions, he would have smiled.

Quietly, he took the sword and attached it to his belt. The drunkard woke up right then, and saw what Uramo was doing. "Hey you! What do you think ya ar doins? As ma swrowd! Gimme hear!" Uramo looked at the man, and unhooked the sword. Raising it, he came down on the man cutting his head off. Uramo dragged the body around the building, making sure to keep his neck pointing away so that blood wouldnt get on him.

Everyone on the streets ignored the situation. Uramo came back in, looked around and found the table again. They werent talking anymore. He walked up to the table, and stood a few feet away from the woman. "Pardon me if I am intruding on something important, but i couldnt help overhearing what you were conversing. I am very interested in assisting you, that is, if you also help me a little bit. It is but a small task, in return for the large favor I am offering you. I am Uramo Hanok, a nightmare and reincarnation of Konahomaru the Son of Light." He bowed, giving credit were credit was due. Although he didnt understand the notion of honor, he realized that displaying this would get him far. Escpecially with this tripe.

((Uramo couldnt just suddenly have a two handed sword. they are kinda big. so i had to do something to introduce it to the story. lol.))