Knyn noticed another figure with the slender build of an elf moving for the kitchen. He rammed his shoulder hard on the kitchen door.

Locked. Evidently the kitchen hands had barred it.

Cursing, Knyn fell back and appraised the door. With a sudden snarl he swung his foot and kicked it open. He rushed into the kitchen and was met by three terrified kitchen hands, each wielding a butter knife.

Impressive...

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Turwaihiel cursed. "Oh no you don't!" She took out an curved sword and rammed it's butt into one of the side's of th creatures, then turned it and sliced it off. Then, she made another vine come up and pull the other one on the other side into the ground. Then, she said to the boy through her mind,"You get the last one, lad."

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Raelin watched with great interest the constant killing that surrounded him... somehow he had to be a part of it... but then he remembered his blood vow and stayed were he was... but his curiousity won and he found himself blending in the shadows walking slowly towards the kitchen to find out what all this business was about.. he came to the kitchen door and opened it and then slowly walked in..

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The mage ceased his chanting and a bolt of lightning as thick as a giants arm blasted forth and hit the foul creature full in the chest. The wraith's sythe fell to the floor with a clatter, its body returning from the damned plane that it came from.
The mage turned to his next foe ("seeing that the blue robed one was taking care of mine" he thought bitterly), the one that was on the big warrior.

"ps, why did f.o.u.l. just get beeped??? lol!)

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Halarond

(odd)

The blue mage shot out a bolt of magic that finnished off the wraith yet as the one that had started the fight left to the back so did the mage as he exited trough the doorway he was standing at. He ran around the inn and opened the door into the kitchen from the outside.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

The mage, having taken care of the wraiths (feeling pleased with himself and yet feeling left out) walked to the kitchen doorway, wondering why everyone had gone in here.

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Halarond

Knyn nodded at his new companions and rushed out the back door. The back door of the inn lead out to a narrow alley. Propped against the ramshackle wall of the adjacent building snored a drunk, oblivious to the drama unfolding around him. The moon had been full when Knyn entered the tavern. Now, neither moon nor stars graced the velvety blackness. The night was cold - unnaturally cold.

The cold of death.

Still holding his greatsword out before him, he beckoned to the others. They needed to find some place to talk... some place where he could inform them of the war they had just thrown themselves into.

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Turwaithiel heard his call and started to go, but the front door was being kncoked upon. "More Raiths!" Turwaithiel cursed as she ushered them out of the room and did the smae thing to the back door as she did the front. She ran over to the 'leader' than she helped. "We must go quickly."

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

"Come follow me..."

The blue robed man gestured quietly as he turned to walk along the alley and then turned left to lead them to a warehouse where he had lately slept as he didn`t like inn`s besides they costed money.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Knyn's distrustful nature instinctively hung him back, but at length he moved into the warehouse after the wizard. Darkness immediately accosted him. He sniffed out the musty odor of rat droppings. For a second he only crouched, ears on end. At last he approved the place with a tacit nod.

It was safe, if only for a fleeting moment. He felt more than heard the egregious presence of the wraiths nearby, searching.

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Turwaithiel brought up the rear of the group, wondering what she had gotten herself into this time as she saw the warehouse.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

The Black robe followed without a word, hooded and mysterious as ever.

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Halarond

The mage sat down quietly watching at them all in the dark as there were no lighting in the room, he tookout a small ball out of his pocket that began beating like a heart lighting the room with gloomy white light.

"Just curious mister, why did you those wraiths come here?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Turwaithiel entered the warehouse, looking out one more time, her hood still up, before she shut the door. She hoped they hadn't figured out her elvish identiy but she feared they had her figured.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

More by habit than anything else, Knyn began sliding himself into the shadows. Then he noticed that, unfortunately for him, he was the center of attention. Not one for speeches, he mulled over his words before he spoke them.

"You know of the Dragonstone and the Death Lord's exile?" he said, shifting his tone into an inquiry.

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Raelin followed the mysterious people all the way to the shack.. then he did a transperency spell (he knows only a little of magic) and slipped into the hut slinking into the shadows listening to these interesting people.. this was the most fun he had had in ages...

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