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[Fenrir]

OOC: a quick pop-in from a loony...cant resist.

IC: "Ring around a rosy a pocket full of posy ashes ashes we lose our heads!" a deranged look human male dressed like an over sized stuffed rabbit danced before them all his dirty pink swishing and swashing he promptly impaled himself upon a jagged tree branch.

[Dartpaw]

Crowe looked at that sight eyes wide...
'Was that a Jester from the kingdom of Heartfynn? I heard the king is nuts but... anyway if you have a bone to pick with the demon king I am coming along.
(He didn't care she was related to him all he cared the demon king died and he got his mother back)
He turned to the other creature.
'That is an awesome looking weapon! How powerful is it?'

[Chepsonek]

Craixon rolled her eyes. Then something dawned on her and she whirled to face the squirrel. "For land's sake, squirrel, do I get an answer?" This was yelled at the top of her lungs, which were very high.

[Gregory]

OOC: Crowe answered you already. =/

BIC: Gorbachav boasted proudly, "Sasha ist a German MG4. She can shoot up to 1,000 meter and 775-885 rounds at minute. I haf install an mini-a-chur grenade launcher, laser pointer, optical, and night sights. Ist is vaht you vould call van "tricked v'out" veapon," he beamed. "Vut enough ov this nonsense! I will kill the idjit who hast ruin thas beautivul sky!" He pointed Sasha to the air and shot a few rounds.

[Chepsonek]

OOC: Whoops! Sorry. Apparently I need better glasses............................

BIC:
Craix listened to the creature with a gun. Her eyes flaming slightly after he shot the air. "Listen, you, I don't hold anything against you saying things, but if you touch my brother........................." Her voice dropped low. "Before I do, there's gonna be some problems. Understand?" She stomped off into the woods, and jumped into a large tree, making sure she was well hidden, and she waited for her half-brother, so she could rescue those he was going to kill. Kreagar, her eagle friend, had told her that some of her special friends were in the group who were to die. She wasn't going to let Lourvule get away with it, no sirree.

[Gregory]

"I haf no problem with dat," and Gorbachav reloaded his gun. He followed the half-demon and squirrel into the woods while polishing Sasha with a neon pink cloth strip.

[Chepsonek]

OOC: I f Dartpaw doesn't mind, I'm gonna pull in a couple more good guys, as well as the bad ones.

BIC: A large purple cloud descended into the recently vacated clearing. After the cloud dispersed, an imposing demon, two prisoners, and a smattering of guards were visible. Then, the demon spoke. "You two scum, are friends of my half-sister. This offense only results in death. Yet the two of you defied me, and that, is worse." One of the young prisoners spoke up. "It does not hurt you when we are friends with Craixon, and almost all of the good people in this world defy you, so why pick on us?" The speaker was tied hand and foot in a kneeling position, but he was still proud and unrelenting. His black hair fluttered in the wind, long and uncut from his time in prison. His companion, was unmistakeably not human, more like a dog than anything else. Now he spoke up, his voice a low growl. "Yeah, I don't understand. Do you pick on us because you actually know who we are? Or just because Craixon eluded you again and you have reports that her brother, Laixon is alive?" At this, Craix, safely in her tree, gasped and her eyes flew wide. Lorvule, however, was furious. "Why, you.... you... Imbeciles! I will kill you myself, one at a time!" His eyes were blazing as he pulled out his sword. The dog prisoner growled, then flicked an ear. Suddenly, neither of them were bound, and the dog was a man, though still not human. He raised his hands, putting himself in front of his companion, and he started to make odd magical shapes with them. Walls of stone rose from the ground and enveloped the two, and, in a heartbeat, they were gone. A few minutes later, they popped out of the tree trunk, right next to Craixon, who almost jumped out of her skin. She stood up and faced them, confused. Who were these magicians? She had never seen them before, much less made friends with them. "Who are you?" The men looked at each other and laughed at her question. "Come on Craix, we have to go. We'll tell you who we are as soon as we are safe." The human grabbed her hand while saying this. He looked at the squirrel and the guy with the huge gun. "You want to come? If you are friends of Craixon you are friends of mine." He held out his hand. "If you are coming, you'd better grab hold. This is gonna be one awesome ride." He waited, his hand extended, watching them.

[Dartpaw]

(OOC: I don't mind make as many characters as you want.)

Crowe didn't know where these guys came from but he wasn't complaining.
He grabbed his sword and then the guy's hand wondering what was going to happen ('Am I going to fly? Teleport? Either way I'm tired and hungry I hope we stop at a tavern soon')

[Chepsonek]

The young man grinned at the squirrel, acting as if he could read his mind. 'Hungry? That will be remedied pretty soon." Craix frowned and twiched her eyebrow questioningly. "Were are we going? I don't exactly want to go somewhere I don't know with a couple of guys I don't know. I mean, you guys are complete strangers to me." The dog person grinned. "We're only going to the deserted castle near Muskabe. Should take us about three minutes." Craix laughed at him. "Three minutes? Are you mad? From here it would take me three days to get to Muskabe Castle. Do you need to go to an Insane Asylum?" The dog person winked at her. "Not the way we're going. I fact, If it was just the two of us, we could get there in three seconds, but taking more than two takes more time. The tunnels have to be widened, see." Craixon growled and stomped her foot. "No I don't see! What tunnels? Are they in the air? Are you going to Teleport everyone?And what about names? I really don't want to go to Muskabe with two guys I don't know, even if Crowe is coming, cause I barely know him. Do I get an explanation?" The young man holding her hand grunted, and answered a few of her questions. "Okay, you can call me Raphenden. He is called Markoland. The tunnels are not in the air, and we are not Teleporting. Does that help?" Craix stomped her foot. "No it does not! How are we going? And what you are called may not be your name! My brother used to call me Sia, but that doesn't mean that my name is Sia!" Markoland whirled on her. "We can't answer those questions yet! You'll just have to be patient!" He said this with such anger that Craixon cringed. Then his tone softened. "Listen, it's not like we are trying to make you trust us, it's just that this is too open a spot to reveal any secrets just yet. Wait, okay?" Craixon nodded, and held out her hand to Gorbachav, the Russian dude. "you coming? I can hear Lorvule yelling at his servants to find our new.................. friends."

[Gregory]

Hesitating Gorbachav drew back for a moment. He looked back at the forest, then he stared at the offered paw. Looking once more at Sasha, he stopped vacillatating and held the paw tightly. "We shvall go," he breathed heavily. He felt quite ant-like compared to the other creatures standing near him. But one glance at Sasha sent his confidence level pass the 100 mark.

[Chepsonek]

Markoland grinned. "Okay, here we go in one, two three, and woosh!" As he said 'woosh', the ground below them opened up, and they were catapulted along, going up and down, and sometimes upside down. In exactly three minutes, the ground opened above them, and when they had been shoved onto firm ground, they were right in front of an abandoned castle. Craixon wrenched her hand from Raphenden's grasp, and then out of Gorbachav's, and rushed inside the castle, laughing. "That, was the quickest I've ever gone anywhere! There should be food inside, so hustle if you are hungry!" Markoland stopped grinning, and lowered his hands. " Good grief, Raphenden, that was hard! I've never done more than the two of us........... okay, so I transported Craix before, I guess I just forgot how heavy she is................" Then, shaking his hair, he disappeared, and only a strange half demon took the also disappeared Raphenden's place. The unknown laughed, and did a series of cartwheels, taking him straight into the castle. Then, Craixon squeeled, her voice echoing from inside the castle. "Laixon! A ghost! Yeep!" The stranger laughed again, his amusement plain as the scar on Craixon's face. "Really Craix, this castle isn't haunted, and no, I am not, a ghost. Why are you so jumpy?" Laixon had turned his back to his sister while he said this, and was staring out of the window. Craixon's confused whisper sounded like a yell in her own ears. "But, I, I thought you were........... well, Dead." Laixon, still looking out the window, answered, his voice gentle and comforting. "That's the good thing about being half demons, Puss, we have two hearts, and one cannot live without another." Craixon gasped. "Two hearts? And what happened to those two guys, Raphenden and Markoland?" Laixon turned back to her.and winked. "Oh, them? They were just myself, only in two corporeal (living) forms. Didn't Uncle teach you how to split?" Craixon frowned. "No."

[Malum]

OOC: My person's a human/demon, originally part of the evil-doers plan.

Caliga stumbled through the underbrush, grumbling and wincing from her injuries.

"Sure. I'm the only one picked out to be a traitor! Out of all those slimy, slick, STUPID fools!" She said to herself, still walking along.

She stumbled blindly into a group of people, her sceptor suddenly glowing a violent red at her anger. Her mark showing her alignment with the demon ruler glowed also, giving her away. Caliga growled.

"Excuse me." She said, trying to get through before they saw her mark.

[Chepsonek]

Craixon was looking out the window, wondering what Laixon had meant by 'split'. She saw the unknown half-demon, and wondered why Lorvule would employ someone who was impure by his standards. That was why he hated Craix and her brother, being half and not whole. She flew out of the window, heading straight for the newcomer, fully intending to bowl her over, when a hand on her wrist stopped her. She looked back to see Laixon sitting in thin air, his face calm, yet commanding. "No, Craixon, your anger is not to be taken out on her, employed by our half-brother she may very well be." Craixon growled and sat down next to him sulkily. She sat in thin air a while, and then jumped to the ground, angrily ripping a patch of sky next to her into shreds, slightly pleased by the fact that sky has a tendency to grow back, and imagined that it was her brother and she was ripping him into shreds, time and time again. Laixon sighed and jumped down on top of her, pinning her down. "Really Craix, must you be so vengeful? Lorvule has never hurt you yourself badly......." And then he realised that this, was not the right thing to say. Suddenly Craixon lept up, throwing him off, and began to pace angrily, while yelling at the top of her lungs and gesturing. "Hasn't hurt me badly! Physically no, but mentally? Definitely. He killed Dad! He scared my face, to make me remember that fateful day. He just tried to kill you, my only other family member who actually cares, and you say he hasn't hurt me!!!!!" She punctuated this last bit with stomps that, oddly enough, sent rather large stones sailing through the air. She looked terrifying, her hair flying madly, her amber eyes glittering in a face contorted with rage, anger, and hurt. Her scar shone white as she brought attention to it, as if it was a reflection of the half-moon. Laixon's voice was quiet and gentle, still calm, as he stood up and looked her in the eyes. "What about Roml? And Catta-Lynn? The care about you, and they are related, though distantly, to you." Craixon slumped then, though still regal, and the anger and rage left her face, and the half-moon glowed more gently, differing greatly to the harsh white light of before. She took in a deep breath, let it out, and nodded. "Yes, I suppose, but they have become more detached since Lorvule killed our father. They visit the nothing world often to see him, and their own dad." Then she turned away and walked inside, sobbing gently.

[Malum]

Caliga raised her eyes as one of the creatures made an attempt to attack her. She lifted her sceptor, fully expecting to be attacked. Yet, as no impact was made, she lowered her sceptor and her jewel turning light green in suprise. She watched, and her ears picked up the conversation.

"No, Craixon, your anger is not to be taken out on her, employed by our half-brother she may very well be."

Her eyes widened in suprise and anger.

"Ah, you're his siblings.... Oh, and I'm no longer employed to that warmonger retard Lorvule. For all I care he could drop dead. In fact, I would actually love that...." She said, trailing off as she thought of a dead Lorvule.

Then she came back to reality.

"So, where are you guys traveling?" She asked, sitting on a chair that popped out of thin air.

[Chepsonek]

Laixon watched his sister with troubled eyes, muttering to himself. "Maybe I should go find Roml before we go anywhere." then, he turned to the newcomer. "Well, we were actually just coming here for a while, and then I don't know where. Laixon Halfdem at your service. The emotional young lady is my sister, Craixon. It is good, the way you think of our half-brother, it may save your life. Craixon hates him. Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment....." He disappeared, coming back in a few moments with another male half-demon. "May I present my cousin, Roml?" Roml dipped his head to them, and went in side, where he could be heard comforting Craixon. Laixon shook his head as if coming out of dizziness. "Always does that, going into the next world, makes one almost dizzy." Roml came back outside and planted himself firmly on the ground, obviously preferring it to Laixon's post in the air. He brought out what looked like a key and began fiddling with it, thinking hard on something. Laixon knew what his cousin was about to do, and snatched the key away. "Now, now, Roml, none of that. Right now Craixon needs you, and you can't run out on her. How are Catta-Lynn and Uncle?" Roml wrinkled his nose at Laixon. "Fine thank you. Uncle is no doubt rather annoyed at my disappearance, and I should get back." Then he stood up and made as if to grab his key back, then saw the look on Laixon's face. He sat down sulkily again. "Oh, all right."