he tumbled off the boat onto the dock with a thud, "how i hate sea travel" he muttered, he gazed up at the rest of the port, it looked amazing. So far this new land looked beautiful, but he did not come to admire the scenery, he was here for adventure. He pulled the cape around him to hide his two-handed sword, the hilt made a slight bulge in the cape but nothing noticable, he set off into the city in search of a tavern for a drink and a bed.

(Hopefully this thread is open. Kick me out if it isn't.)

Amzela stood by the docks. She spotted a man with brown hair and blue eyes. Looks rich. Amzela swooped down from her hiding place and started to follow the man. Hopefully, if he wandered into the Drital Qu'ellar Pub and got drunk, she could pickpocket him. Just don't turn around. Please don't turn around. Sword drawn, she walked two feet from him.

Michaleson wandered around taking in the marvelous sights never before had he seen anything as magnificent. He stumbled upon what seemed to be a inn. The sign on the wall said "Drital Qu'ellar Pub all are welcome here". just what I need a good beer" he walked though the entrance, the musky smell of smoke was in the air he looked around the people were acting merrily. He walked up to the bar to order some beer, he then went and sat down at a table and looked at all the strangers, they were of many different races some he had never seen in his life. He started gulping down his beer.

Raven watching a couple of people play a unknown card game but something else met his eyes a Rich fellow walking in he immediately wanted a beer and he started to drink. He was odd a Rich traveler hiding a sword in a pub. For one no Rich person will drink here and they would not drink before setting out and why did he hide his sword. i have a sword right now for the world to see well the person behind him looked like she wanted to kill him raven bends down to say,

"she with you?"

Amzela followed him every inch of the way, slipping into the dark corners and crannies just incase he turned around. Good! He's going into the Qu'ellar Pub. She slipped into the door. She watched him take the beer and drink it down. This is my chance! She order a 'beer' (Apple cider) and drank it down easily. She stumbled and slid into the man, where she tried to grab for his money. Missing, she backed off, and swung her arms where she calmed down. Unfortunately, her fist hit a man and the man hit her back. She drew her sword and started to jab it at the man.

He looks at the stranger then answers "no I have never seen her before, I am in new in town and I am looking for a place to stay do you possibly know where I can find a good place to stay?" Then the lady started to attacked a man with her sword, she jabbed at the man with her sword, He saw the danger so he drew his sword from behind his cloak jumped up on the table then jumped down bringing the hilt down towards her wrist if this attack hit it would disarm and leave a nasty red mark possibly causing a broken bone. He did not care what the reason of there fight was but she was the more suspicious of the two.

Amzela yelped as her sword came to the ground. "What the..." She felt a little tingling in her wrist. She turned around, seeing the man she had been tracking. She did the wrong thing at the wrong time, for the other man she had been attacking clubbed her in the head. She fell to the floor, dazed. That's when the door burst open. An elfish woman, with a knife in her had, came in and started to attack the other man. Amzela shook her head and leaped up, catching the tracked man's money. She whipped around and started running to the door, but someone tripped her. She looked up to a man with yellowishred eyes and dark hair.

He saw her make a run for it, and then he felt his belt she had taken his money or she thought, he laughed as he pulled a second pouch at of his top pocket. he watched as she was tripped over by yet another person, he walked over and bent down "do you really think I am that stupid to leave my money unprotected, I knew you were following me I saw you, now I will make sure it doesn’t happen again" he raised his sword high and started bringing it down towards her at speeds which would be hard to dodge.

Amzela scrunched up in horror, knowing this would be the end of it. She suddenly remembered something.

"Grlasss righsttes yashcese letsras,
Grlasss reogelr shcetsle draconeis!"

She was singing in a dragon language, but got the 's' in 'letsras' mixed up with the 'r'. The dragon didn't come.


(NO YOU MAY NOT KILL MY CHARACTER!)

(I am not killing your character, I thought you would dodge)

His hands stopped, the dragon language, he looked around slowly putting his sword away and ran though the open door, he looked up into the sky, looking for the summoned dragon, he ran down alley and then turned a corner he kept on running not knowing where he was going, he turned a corner and realized he had returned to the dock, he started to walk off trying to imagine this day never happened. After all it was a beautiful day out he did not want to make another bad impression on the other locals.

(Sorry, my mistake.)

Amzela shook her head and blinked. It took her a while to realize that the man had left. She ran out the door, following the man. "Hey! Wait up there!" she called. She ran up to the man, but, of course, was too slow. "Wait! I need to talk to you! I need to know if you are someone!" She felt as if someone was watching her.

He had noticed she had began to chase him but he was far gone he did not car what she had said it was no longer his problem, she was a thief he knew it he did not know and did not really care maybe they would meet again but not any time soon he hoped.

Amzela stopped, seeing one of her only hopes go. "Is your name Shetirest? Or Alexandria? Or Alex?" she cried. These where suppose to be the people that would help her get out of this stinking city. If only he would listen. If only. "I need your help..." She needed him to come back.

he heard her, she said his name, he was now very interested, why would someone need his help, he had never helped in his life he was not known for helping out of his heart, he looked turned back around the corner, "why would you need my help and how am I meant to trust you, I if remember correctly you tired to rob me, also will I be benefiting from this deal" he didn't trust he would play along with it until he thought appropriate to leave.

(Kick me out if it is too late))

Unfortunately, Amyr was a card in that very card game being played in the Qu'ellar Pub. s/he was still in the deck waiting to be drawn. Why do I have to be stuck here in this deck? Its so dark and there is no room at all for me to move. Never mess with a necromancer. s/he had been drawn many times, shuffled, and even teared a wee bit once in this card game. Amyr was sick of being a card, he never had enough time to form his card mouth and tell whoever was holding him to speak amyr's full name, Amyrspil Cheshad Exfirimor. Suddenly, he felt vibrations from screams in the pub. Some people were clashing swords. All the card game players quickly ran out, knocking the deckoff the table. Amyr felt himself fall off the table and sliding out like other cards from the deck. All the cards were all over the floor. Fortunately, Amyr was by the entrance and was pushed out of the pub as the mob of people tried to escape the sword fight in the pub. He felt the wind push him off the ground and into the air. He was flying and spinning through the air toward the docks. He glided down between two people, Amzela and Alex.

"Just my luck. I am sorry but I need to get out of this blasted city. No never mind about that. There was someone named Alex, which I suspect is you, who is suppose to help me stop my thieving." She sighed. "I doubt you will do it. No one does." She looked down and squinted. A card? She picked it up. It was an ace. Strange. Still holding it.

Amyrspil was finally picked up for something besides gambling, Thank the gods! A
Black semi-circle formed just below the ace. "Finally, someone has picked me up and they aren't gambling,"blurted out Amyr as tasted the words in his mouth as he said them to Amzela. Oh how he joyed to speak for he had done that his whole life before he was turned into a card. In the hundreds of years he had been stuck as a card, he had never been able to speak and was only able to taste the shadow of the words he loved in his thoughts. During the 382 years of not speaking, he had become annoyed, then hated, then obsessed over, then loved time. Time was something that amazed and dazzled Amyr and how it worked and had a distant dream of one day protecting and controlling time. Unfortunately, that is the future and he is stuck in now. Fortunately, Now had hope. "Fair Maiden, my name is Amyrspil Cheshad Exfirimor. It is a pleasure to meet you!" spoke Amyr in the most charming voice he could muster up to his future master, "now I need a favor, just say my full name."

He was immensely surprised as the card spoke, he moved over to get a closer look it appeared to look like a normal card but it gave out a magical aura, " a speaking card how unusual, I bet it is enchanted, a real card would not speak so it could be an illusion." He remembered what is said, it had a name but if it was a thing trapped within, how they would know if it was a monster or not "what exactly are you?"

Amzela squinted at the card. She flipped it over. It was from the pub. She closed her eyes. "Yes, Ace of Spades. I will." She took a big breath and said. "Amyrspil Cheshad Exfirimor." Amzela knew she would be in for it if the thing inside it would be a monster. Sargraysa already saved her yesterday, so there would be no hope. "Please tell me you aren't a monster," she whipsered.

"Thank you, madam, you have just saved me another hundred years of being stuck within that card!" thanked Amyr one last time before s/he gained something remotely resembling an atani. S/he felt the vortex suck him out of Amzela's hand. The vortex magic stretched him/her to unbearable limits and then it made him/her a liquid that was floating in zero gravity. It grew bigger until it changed more and more into something humanoid. It started to adjust itself to it's masculine form. It grew taller and thinner. It lost it's ability to float in the air. A large black ace appeared on the being's face and then two lines appeared on the face. The lines grew into orange eyes that reminded you of the flames of lanterns at nights. A thick paper replica of a samurai's armor appeared on the body, almost all of it was black like the being's ace, but it had red on the rest. A katana appeared in the hand of the being's, a delicate masterpiece of some far off blacksmith. It shines like silver about to pierce the skin of a rabid werewolf at midnight.
Amyr had taken his card golem form for the second time in his life, the first time was when the very wizard that cursed him needed help escaping from nightmarish trouble. He had killed many men that night which he now regrets and tries to forget that mistake. He was stuck in Now and Now didn't let him have a second chance. He bowed to the lady, "Madam, I am now your servant and protector,"Amyr informed to Amzela, "Your wish is my command." He looked at Alex and smiled, "Me, my friend, I am a immortal atani human cursed by wizard to only be able to use my card form and this form, I will cause no harm to you unless my mistress commands it.

"very interesting, after being in a card for so many years how about I test your skills, a one on one duel, me verses you" taking the shield off his back and roughly attaching it to his arm, then drawing his sword and tightly gripping it in his right hand, he was experienced from many battles, he could defeat this card as, the ace of spades for him was unlucky. "of course, you don't have to accept, if you are a chicken" he challenged.

Amzela looked at him in shock. "Me? You my servant? I have to serve someone else! And, sir, what is your name?" She grew confused. "Fight? You want a fight? I will gladly fight you if you go a little easy on me. I'm for stealing, mostly." She drew her longsword.

Amyr chuckled to himself with Amzela's confusion. "Madame, there is no need to be confused. I am forced to be your servant because of my curse. My name is Amyrspil Cheshad Exfirimor just as you said earlier. The sir didn't challenge you, he challenged me. See, now I have hopefully informed of all that is necessary to clear your confusion of the current events, you never know with girls, they can be very idiotic."explained Amyr to Amzela in a calm tone.
Amyr drew his katana from it's sheath and turned to face Alex, "I will gladly accept your challenge, good sir!"exclaimed Amyr to Alex trying to hide his excitement for a battle. Amyr bowed to Alex and backed away from him for seven paces. He raised up his katana to where it was pointing at Alex and he moved into a defensive body position. "Permissum qui pulvis meus amicitia sentio a vereor opprimo quod attero lemma." whispered Amyr and moved some fingers into special positions. You may have been wondering what spell Amyr was casting, he was casting fear.

He stepped back seven paces and drew his sword, it shone in the blazing midday light, he could feel a spell being cast. It was bighting away at him; he started to be afraid of his foe. Fear spellhe thought he would not fully be under its control for a few seconds, he rapidly attached his shield to his are and charged forward, he pushed his shield forward towards his chest then started to bring his hilt down but he could not land it fear was taking control

(Sorry for short post I could right more but I am to tired)

Amzela watched in amazment. She had never seen a real battle before, appart the glimps and battles from the battlestand. When Amyrspil muttered the words, she grew confused. What does a fear spell do to you again? Sargraysa taught it to me once. She tunred her gaze back onto Alexander, who couldn't, well seemed he couldn't, attack Amyrspil any more. If only they would teach me.

Amyr stepped to the side and smirked at Alex. He watched as the sword missed him by a wide shot. That primal emotion has taken control of my opponent, he shouldn't have challenged me. Amyr decided that he wasn't going to let one of his skills go to waste. Amyr shifted into an attack posture.
"Permissum qui pulvis meus amicitia sentio a vereor opprimo quod attero lemma." he whispered as he shifted his free hand again into some special positions. He was casting fear again so he could hopefully increase the power of the primal emotion controlling Alex. After casting the spell, he charged in the direction of Alex. He aimed his Katana at Alex's hand in order to get him to let go of it.
He needed to prove himself to his new master that he was worthy to serve her. He put all his energy and concentration into disarming his foe.
After he had reached Alex, He didn't know if he had disarmed Alex or not. Amyr quickly ducked down to be at level with Alex's feet. He swung his katana at Alex's leg and hoped for the best. Oh, let us hope this works because I am determined to win this battle.

Drygonsky blinked rapidly to make sure he wasn't dreaming. it looks like the ace of spades card golem was winning he thought. That is one strong fear spell, I can't imagine not being able to strike. Hmm... I wonder who she is and why she is staring at those two fight... Just being cautious, Drygonsky loosened his blad in it's sheath so he'd be able to pull it out at a moments notice. Just to be careful...

Amzela noticed the man come this way. Drygonsky? He put his hand on the sword and loosen it. Attacking? He's going to attack Amry? She relaxed. Sargraysa always said 'better him than you'. I wonder if this is true? She unshelthed her sword, just in case.

Drygonsky glanced over at the girl again. She's unsheathing her weapon too? Drygonsky thought in suprise. hmmm... maybe I had back out, if she starts fighting as well... let's just say this could turn into an all out war and get dangerous. As Drygonsky got closer to the girl, he noticed now that she was actually Amzela. He hadn't been able to tell before! He was very shocked "Hey Amzela, I didn't expect to find you anywhere around here. So I guess that you've gotten yourself a servent now." Drygonsky shouted over the battle noise erupting from the other two fighting.

"Hey, Drygonsky! This is Amry. He's not mine...I think. I don't get how you own a person? I guess Sargraysa will let me keep him...hopefully." She walked around the dueling men. "Do you want to fight? I could keep you busy, if you want to. And where is Athia?" Finally, something to do.

(Sorry about the erxtra-short post)

"I don't know, I don't think she hangs around here in Port Adune. I think she lives in Lomedor Square." Drygonsky starts cleaning his blade, "hmm I'll have to think about if I want to fight or not. Actually I have to settle some business with a couple of guards in Lomedor. If you see a really buff muscular guard, could you tell me and point me in the right direction? So anyway, you'll probably find me somewhere in Lomedor Square. Also, I don't see how he considers himself your servant anyway. Anyway remember to tell me if you see him. bye!" Drygonsky hollered as he dashed towards Lomedor Square.

"Bye?" she muttered. Letting him dash off, she tried to chase after him, but remembered that the other men were dueling. She turned her attention back to them. Apperently, they hadn't noticed that Drygonsky arrived and left. She sighed and thought how it would be nice to try fighting again. When was the last time I fought not for money?

he swung his shield around, there was the sreech of metal as the blade ran along it, he made a swipe at him but he missed by along shot, he span around but could not charge, he was getting terified of this charecter, he looked harmless but he could not move he was frozen to his spot, he moved a couple of steps backwards. but his mind would not let him flee so easiley.

((Yay! you have finally posted amedunk!))

Amyr was getting bored with Alex, he was no fun. Amyr needed to try the resist the spells that were being cast. Amyr circled his opponent with his katana held high. Amyr would occasionally strike with no pattern or any sign that he was going to strike. Amyr was like a cat playing with its prey, in this case, Alex. He was trying to stay on guard as much as possible from any of Alex's attacks.
He needed to show a reason for Alex to fear him. He thought of something unimaginably twisted and disturbing. He needed a spell, suddenly he had seemed to have been struck by inspiration as if he had felt an echo emitting from the possibility of the future. Strange, very strange. It seemed to tell him how to cast the humble spell of illusion.
He was ready to show this fool in front of him why one-on-one combat is the worst choice to do with Amyr. "Demonstro hac homo oculus fraudatio." whispered Amyr as he paced around Amyr moving his one free hand in a complex motion, Amyr was casting Illusion. He dedicated half of his idol mana to his spell because it was going to be very disturbing.
A large cloud of blinding light surrounded Amyr and was wrapping around him as if he was a christmas present. Suddenly the cloud disappeared leaving behind what looked like a horrible monster from the deep depths of the underworld. The illusion spell made look Amyr look inhumane. His waist and legs had disappeared to have the body of a giant black widow. His chest and head disappeared to have the upper body of a minotaur. Many large and small snakes seemed to be growing out of this creature's body. His hands disappeared and instead there were giant scorpion pincers in the place. In reality, he still had the same form as before but the illusion masked his true appearence.
"Scared of me yet?"asked Amyr to Alex then he let out a war cry that echoed across the docks.

Amzela, also bored, began to fall asleep. She suddenly jerked up as Sargraysa took over her.

Fancy that. The girl was wide open to take over.

Sargraysa!

Amzela lashed out her own sword and began to deeply attack Amry. "I'll just slip rightta in." Left, right, left, upper cut. She attack non-stop, not slowing but speeding up. "I guess I'll just attack with no cause."

Drygonsky gasped as Amzela began to attack the seemingly monster-like creature, who had once been serving Amzela... He ran after Amzela and apologized for her. "Sorry. She. Sometimes. Goes. Crazy. Like. This. She. Gets. Taken. Over!" Drygonsky gasped inbetween while he dodged Amzela's wildly swinging blade. "Amzela, snap out of it! Also, Sargraysa get out of her head and stop controling her!" Drygonsky screamed as he held Amzela's sword arm.

"AS IF!" Amzela screamed. She swang her sword like crazy at Drygonsky. "If you want her, come and get her." In Amzela's mind, she was swaying like crazy.

STOP IT SARGRAYSA!

The crazy demon laughed hideously.

You can try to!

Will you stop it!

he was being circled, he was having a hard time parrying the blows then in front of his eyes, a monster appeared he stated to tremble, then an idea sprang to his head he headbutted the deamon and it sent him spralling, his mind was sett free and he was clear of douting thoughts, he scrammbled to his feet and stummbled, the monster was tougher than he thought, he took the crossbow off his back and fired two shots towards its chest, before he had to sit down again.

Amzela struck at Drygonsky again and again, making him loose ground bit by bit. Amzela's dark purple eyes seemed to cloud up in red smoke. She turned to Alex. "Your turn." She stopped the arrows in one fluid movement of her sword. "Come, on. Fight me. Just this once. Or if you are a chicken, back off." She smiled wickedly, knowing it would be Amzela that would get hurt instead of her.

Amzela felt as if she was trapped in a prison. While Sargraysa controlled her on the outside, she started to make a plan to regain her physical self back.

the world was spinning, there was a pain trobbing from his head, the helmet had done him no good he knew he was being challanged, but there was not a lot he could do. he stummbled to his feet and fired the crossbow randomley towards her, the botls gracefully flew though the air but he could not see where they went. he drew his sword and attched his shield and moved into a highley defensive postion