It was a few hours before dawn, and the tide had just gone out. Willow carefully placed the flat rock she was carrying across the other two of near sizes that she had set down next to each other. This made a small stone shelf underneath, which she filled with driftwood. on top, she placed one of the four dishes she had-a pot- on top, full of fresh water. Then she started a fire among the driftwood, and turned to look at at the low tide with a frown of childish concentration before walking out on the still wet sand. This would have been easier in the daylight, she thought to herself, But the tide would have taken a long time to go out again, and I'm hungry now!

Walking along slowly, Willow bent over until her face was a scarce six inches from the sand. She walked along slowly, looking carefully for something. When she spotted it, a little tiny hole in the sand, she carefully dug with her hands, and was rewarded with an oyster! she set it aside, and continued looking.

...Seven....eight.....nine... ten. She had enough oysters now, Willow thought. She took them out by the water to rinse off the sand, and nearly lost one, but she found it again. By now, the water in the pot must be boiling, she knew. And the driftwood fire was low, anyway. She fed it first, then, using her her dagger to pry open the oysters, she carefully added it's meat to the boiling water.

When Willow got to the last one, she pried it open...and stared. There was something...white in there. She picked it up. The pearl shone like a little tiny moon. It's kind of...pretty... Willow thought to herself, absently adding the last oyster's meat to the pot. Then she shook her head and put the pearl in plain sight on her pack. She would look at it later, she was hungry! But what else was there? Glancing around, she spotted some salt-water cattails. She remembered that they had tasty, starchy roots. There was also some oatgrass, although most had lost it's grain to mouse and squirrel. She spent a few minutes collecting some, and on the way found two yummy additions...a few wild carrots and onions. Into the pot they went, as well. A little bit of red seaweed that she recalled had a sweet-ish taste, and a carefully measured bowl of saltwater were the last to go in to the stew. Now she just had to let it cook.

Snori stummbled along the beach, he had been on a ship from what he could remember... there had been a storm or somthing like that. It had wrecked the ship he had drifted to shore in a life boat, and he had ended up here. He hadn't done to badly his firstr years in the wilderness had helped him there but he was lost he knew he was off the eastern coast some where but he didnt want to venture in land in case he got complealy lost. At the moment he was searching for a town or port but it was a very secluded place. As he rouned a large rock full of pools from the last tide he spoted the fire.

Slowly he reached for his knifes and clenched one in his teeth and the other in his left hand. he began to aprotch the camp in a strange fation by moving past it but geting closer all the time. Normaly he would have walked straite to it and introduced himself but now he was reverting to a more feral person. Slowly as he neared the camp he relised that who ever made it wasnt here now so he walked for it. The fire looked well made with a small stone shelf. He set himself down near by the fire to keep himself warm. He hoped that who ever made it wasnt in the fighting mood as he certenly was in no condition to protect himself let alone fight and win.

He scanded the horison and spotted the small figure of Willow coming towards him, but he didnt reconise her at first. Slowly he moved his hand towards his knifes which he had stuck in the sand. Clasping his hand round one he consealed it behind his body. Then as Willow entered into the ring of light the reconised her. Releafe washed over him as he saw her face, he droped the knife almost imedialtly.

"Willow you have no idea how glad I am to see you!"
((I know we have been doing 2 rp's together and if you dont want to do this one just say and i'll get it deleated oh and Im sorry i kinda cansled out the last bit of your Rp i didnt relise till I fisished soz))

(Don't worry about it! It's better to have someone to play with ^.^ And as far as wiping out the last part of my post, it's nothing a little creative writing can't fix. Sorry about the delayed reply though...too much work and no Roleplay makes me a dull girl, haha)

Willow had stared at her pot for a while, but with most things, the more she looked at it, the hungier she felt, and the longer it was seeming to take. Meanwhile, she had cleaned the oyster shells with sand...they made good spoons, and the last one she'd been using had been lost. But this too, made her feel more hungry. She knew that it was important to let it cook all the way-she'd once been too hasty and had been terribly sick for a few days following. So she went down to the shoreline to skip rocks. She'd seen someone doing this, and though she wasn't very good, she was practicing. Most of the time, the stone only plunked in the water, but once in a while, she got it to skip once first. One time, she even got two skips!

Coming back to her fire, she noticed a shape warming themself by it. This did not alarm her...it was cool out and dawn was still a couple of hours away. She felt no fear of people...they never seemed to bother her by herself. The shape did make her think of something though...reminded her...of something. As she drew near, she suddenly realized why...it was Snori! at this moment, he recognized her, too.

"Willow you have no idea how glad I am to see you!"

Willow giggled. "No, I don't, but it seems to be very, very glad. Hello, Snori. You look..." she eyed him critically. "...like a cake in a rainstorm. I don't know what that means, but you brought it to mind. Speaking of food, are you hungry?" she looked in her pot, giving it a stir with the ladle, another of her four dishes. the last two being identical wooden bowls. The color of the oysters was just right, and the smell told her it was cooked. "I made plenty and it's ready, if you'd like to have dinner with me!"

(allo, this is Sharzela, and this is my new charecter... hope you dont mind if i join in, thought you guys might like a bit of company)

Zathael wandered slowly along the beach, not aware of her beautiful surroundings. She was hungry… not in the normal sense of the word, she had her “sisters” blood to satisfy any real need. She hungered for the bite, the rush of knowing you where in abselute control as you sucked the life from a helpless person, the power! Zathael was soon pleased, she smelt something, someone cooking somewhere near. She moved towards the sound and heard a voice, "I made plenty and it's ready, if you'd like to have dinner with me!"

Zathael thought the voice sounded very young and as surprised to find such a young person here in the wilderness. There also seemed to be someone with her…Zathael walked over the dune blocking her view of the party and saw that it was a young girl and a dwarf. They had probably spotted her by now, she was in plain view, but she did not mind… the girl would make a pleasing meal. Zathael had found that she had no taste for dwarf; she did like young blood….

She had feasted on the blood of the novices of her order; she had killed them all and feasted. Every priestess and novice, even the ones who had just been bought from the slavers and had not been brainwashed into submission to the count. He had died too, the mad old vampire with too much money, lots of time and sick pastimes. He had bit her, the greatest honour ever bestowed on a high priestess… but his lust to bit her had been his undoing. Now a vampire, she resisted the brainwashing and drank only blood. He had come for her as he always did, and he had died… so had all the others, those jealous idiots who had tried to kill her! Vampires are not easily killed.

Zathael smiled, her elongated canines moving over her lower lip… she closed her mouth quickly, though her red eyes where a tell-tale factor there was a chance that she could approach them without raising anything but a slightly uneasy feeling. She hungered for a proper meal. Zathael continued to walk, soon she would reach them. Soon she would feed.

(Hey Sharzela i dont mind but its not my quest)
"yes I am hungry but first I think I can hear some one coming..."

Slowly he turned around his close ordeal and the last week of sleaplesness and hunting had sent him into a hyper aware state he sould hear better and was generaly more aleart but he was tired and hungry. He looked at the aproching figure, from over the sand dune. It was a girl and probably not to hostile as she was coming straite for them but... she could be cocky...

He pushed himself on his feet unsteadly and held on tightly to his spear. He looked down at Willow and cast ghastly armour on her. A white cloth like substance enveloped her, it would add a fair amount of protection. This newcomer may not be hostile but it payed to be carfull. As he stared the aproching woman he caught a glimse of her teeth... fangs... it spoke one word to him, vampire. He began to think franticaly what killed vampires? Wooden stakes was the main one but what ells... fire or was that for warewolfs, or how about holy water... if that would work what about holy spells?

"Friend or foe vampire?"

He asked as he slowly moved his hand behind his back it lit up with a white glow as a holy bolt materialised in his hand. Slowly he crouched low and began to think of the spells that could help him, then he looked at the fire, the drift wood had been burned and the ends turned into points by the fire. He took a step infront of Willow, he always ended up protecting her... he was turning soft.

((By all means, please join in ^.^))

"Yes, I am hungry, but first, I think I can hear someone coming..."

Willow looked in the direction that Snori was looking, and to her surprise, she saw that he was right. Someone was coming. Someone very...strange looking! When Snori looked back at her, she could tell right away that he didn't trust this person, even before he cast an armor spell on her. She was torn between a giggle and a sigh; She liked Snori very, very, much, but he had this uneasy habit of not trusting other people, and this habit seemed to make a lot of trouble for them.

Of course, it wasn't really Snori's fault. Willow was far too young, and way too inexperianced to know that there really were people to be wary of. Her upbringing, a mixture of naietivity and self-reliance, was a double edged sword. On one hand, she could almost always take care of herself, when she knew how. On the other, she had to learn everything the hard way. And as sweet and smart as she was, some lessons just don't come easy...

So Willow watched the approach of the woman with nothing more than innocent curiosity. Her very posture indicated that she was interested, curious, and unafraid. Perhaps, even if she had been able to read Zathael's mind, she wouldn't have felt so at ease. Snori moved in front of her, and spoke in a tone she recognized. It was the 'don't-mess-with-us' tone of voice he had used when the ghost in the tower had appeared.

"Friend or foe, vampire?"

(sorry it's short)

"Friend or foe vampire?"

Zathael smiled inwardly at that statement, but her amusement was cut short as a bolt of light appeared in the dwarfs hand. He had moved in front of the little girl. Zathael sighed, this would be more difficult then she had first assumed; she had seen that the dwarf was tired and weary, but he seemed to posses some pretty potent spells…. She would have to play it safe and gain a small measure of their trust. She had ,of course, done this a few times before but mostly her prey had been simple commoners with powers no match for her skill. This would be slightly different.

Zathael smiled with her mouth, no need to reveal her teeth, and spoke
“What do you think ….?” She used her sinuous voice to its full extent making sure it sounded friendly, and of course left the space especially as an unvoiced question of the dwarf’s name.

Then Zathael noticed the pearl on the rock near the little girl….. Zathael decided she would take it after she had fed; her greed for the pearl was great, but her need to kill, to feed, was greater.

Her voice was not a nice one it barly veiled the ambitions of the user, every word in any tone spoke much about the user than the actualy words. "Hmmm your lust for blood is over welming. So lets stop playing around I may be weak but i have more than enough spell's to send you off properly." Although he was very week a phisical battle would be hard for him, sticking to spells would be a lot easyer but he couldnt keep it up for long.

He braught his hand out from behind his back, it was iluminated by a white fire. He braught it up to chest level. "My name is Snori if you were wondering." Slowly he looked at her feet and just as soon as his gase fell upon them the ground began to slither as roots and vines apeared. They began to twist and entangle themselfs arround [Zathael's] feet and legs. Just as soon as they had begun their groth he fired the holy spell.

((soz for mine to im feeling ill so im not up to much))

“What do you think, …?”

Willow watched, unaware, for the most part, of this subconcious battle being fought with tone of voice and insinuation. As a result, all she had to go on was actual physical actions...And as far as she could tell, Snori was the one being hostile in voice and additude. But why? Why? She glanced at Snori, puzzled, but her trust in him refrained her from acting just yet. After all, Snori's manner was hostile, but his actions were not, at least, not yet. Perhaps he was simply giving a warning...?

"Hmmm, your lust for blood is overwelming. So lets stop playing around... I may be weak, but I have more than enough spells to send you off properly."

Yes, it was a warning, clear and simple. Willow hesitated. Why was Snori acting like this? Blood lust? Whose blood? Hers? Is that why he was acting like this? He seemed to act ...different... whenever he thought someting was a danger to herself. But this other person had said nothing about blood. She had made few moves at all, and none of them were even slightly aggressive, to Willow's mind. Again, had Willow ever actually had an encounter with a vampire before, she probably wouldn't have doubted her good friend's actions. But she'd never even heard of vampirism, much less seen someone in it's grip.

So when she saw the Entangle spell in action, she had a good idea what was coming next, and the certainty broke through her hesitation. She moved foreward without even thinking about it, caught hold of and pulled on Snori's sleeve just hard enough to force the spell to miss, though perhaps not by much! Willow had very cloudy ideas of right and wrong. To her, causing pain to anyone without good reason was wrong. So, to her, Snori was in the wrong, simply because he had made the first move. She looked up at him, all her confusion and unhappiness painfully obvious, though she said very little.

"Snori...don't!"

((Maaaan, it's so hard to make your characters do the stupid thing, even when you know it's how they would really act!))

"Hmmm your lust for blood is overwhelming. So lets stop playing around I may be weak but i have more than enough spell's to send you off properly."

Sharzela cringed inwardly and used part of her brain to relieve her anger by thinking a few choice insults; this had not been what she was hoping for. Zathael’s mind seethed with anger; that a mere dwarf would seek to stop her from feeding! What was so special about one little girl any way? This dwarf could never be a threat, she just didn’t feel like wasting time, wasting spells.

"My name is Snori if you were wondering."
No, she had been pretending to wonder. He would die soon any, what was the point in knowing a dead persons name? Zathael watched the dwarf carefully, though he might not be a treat she did not wish to get injured. She judged him capable of at least that much. He was looking at the floor by her feet, Zathael had a moment to wonder why before she felt the roots and vines slithering up her legs, entangling her and rooting her to the spot. A scream of rage burst from her lips as she began trying to rip herself away from the roots, this was insulting! Zathael looked up to notice the little girl pulling at Snori’s arm just as he was about to release the holy spell. This caused the smell to shift aim slightly, Zathael shifted slightly within the confines of her bindings. The holy spell grazed past Zathael’s arm, burning through her cloak and tunic and just managing to graze her arm. Blood trickled slowly from the wound, but it was minor.

Why had she done that? Zathael was a vampire, hardly trusted in the first place. She would be the first to be under suspicion in any circumstances. Vampires where famed for being evil, was this girl that... that… innocent. Ignorance was a weakness in any person, but ignorance of Vampires... ignorance of… greed. Zathael was a pretty good actor, but somehow her lust to feed, her greed, had crept into her voice. The dwarf had heard it, why had the girl not?

Rage at the gall of the dwarf finally overtook her wonder and she growled, baring her teeth at him. She realised that she should be casting a spell but suddenly realised that as she had stood in surprise at the actions of the little girl her hands had been entangled as well. She needed her hands to cast… another scream of rage escaped her lips, “you will pay for this dwarf.” her disgust as she talked was deep and degrading, she paused for a while and bared her teeth. Her elongated canines glinted in the dim light. Her next statement had an air of finality and was fraught with greed and distain,
“in blood.”

((do you think this is good enough for Advanced role play status? if i have more like this I mean.))
As Willow pulled his arm, his aim was comprimised and the holy bolt shot off past the vampire. He was anoyed if he had hit then it would have made things a lot easer, it was a fairly power full spell againced such evil creatures. Willow didnt understand, it would be hard to explain. "The vampire deserves to die unless it has changed but you can not change an animals nature. It is a creature that lusts for the blood of the living, it sucks the life from the inocent creating monsters in their image. Vampires are a plage upon the living, they spawn more with every bite, and willow this one is no different it strives to suck the blood from your very body and creat a vampire spawn, this manster willow is pure evil!"

The anger that courced through his voice wa umistakable. "Pay in blood is it? Then I will have a pound of flesh for your crimes! And this will be my debt collecter!" Well aware that the entanglement spell woundnt last for much longer Snori began to cast the stone gollem spell. He held out his hand in the interveining space between him and [zathael] palm down and resited the spell from memory. A small circle of plant life exploded from the sand between the two of them, with grass and flowers blooming at an exponential rate. Then a green light began to be immited from the center of the circle untill it was almost blinding to look at. It peeked and then began to dim before dieing away compleatly and as the light faded away so did the plants wich vanished from existance. But in their place a stone gollem stood, stock still red eyes glaring strait ahead imperviuse to the phisical atacks of the world.

Then as soon as the gollem had arived the vines and root that held [zathael] rotted away and turned to a blacked twisted mess at her feet. Then as if by a silent command the gollem moved untill was squarly infront of willow and Snori. Snori knew it was slow but if it could grapel the vampire or get a hit then its slowness would be made up for in its strength.

"The vampire deserves to die unless it has changed... but you can not change an animal's nature. It is a creature that lusts for the blood of the living, it sucks the life from the innocent, creating monsters in their image. Vampires are a plauge upon the living, they spawn more with every bite, and Willow, this one is no different. It strives to suck the blood from your very body and create vampire spawn, this monster Willow, is pure evil!"

That was what Snori said. Willow glanced back at the entangled Zathael, meeting her gaze for just a moment. Zathael looked, to Willow's mind, a little surprised. Almost, perhaps, as much as Willow felt, hearing about vampires. She noticed that Zathael made no objection, no dispute about the charge of being evil, or even about wanting her blood particularly. Willow was silent, distracted, thinking about it.

Glancing up at Zathael’s second scream, Willow recognized it as a scream of rage. Zathael hissed at Snori “You will pay for this dwarf...In blood...”

But Snori was not impressed. In fact, Willow couldn't help noticing that his rage seemed to grow to meet Zathael's! "Pay in blood is it? Then I will have a pound of flesh for your crimes! And this will be my debt collecter!" He replied, before beginning a spell.

Willow recognized the circle of plant life, which was her favorite part of the spell, and moved just a little so as to be out of the way of it. When the light faded and the golem stood there, she noticed Zathael's vines withering away. Zathael was free now. [/i]Would the Golem be able to protect them?[/i] Willow wondered. She wasn't sure, but Zathael seemed pretty fast, herself. The way she had come upon them so quickly...and she hadn't been running. How fast would she be when she was really trying?

(sorry i didnt reply erlier, was waiting for the things i bought, then i couldent get on on the week end... if both of you keep RPing well I'm shure you'll ger ARPer status...)

"The vampire deserves to die unless it has changed but you can not change an animals nature. It is a creature that lusts for the blood of the living, it sucks the life from the inocent creating monsters in their image. Vampires are a plage upon the living, they spawn more with every bite, and willow this one is no different it strives to suck the blood from your very body and creat a vampire spawn, this manster willow is pure evil!"

"Pay in blood is it? Then I will have a pound of flesh for your crimes! And this will be my debt collecter!"

Zathael’s evil laugh spread out over the beach, Sonri’s description of vampires was stereotypical. Why would she want to turn others into vampires, it was much more fun killing them.

“ooo, a plague upon the living am I?” Zathael said with deep amusment “a plague to you I shall be.” she said with conviction

Suddenly plants began to grow near where Zathael stood trapped by the entangle spell, she looked away as the light which was there became blinding. What was the bloody dwarf up to now? She would have to stop him from using spells since he seemed to be quite proficient in that area. Zathael realised that the entangle spell seemed to be failing. She looked up as a shout of triumph escaped her lips, but it was stopped short when she saw the golem standing in front of her.

Zathael smiled as she realised how slow the creature was, years of avoiding assassins and practicing in the training area had sharpened her reflexes to no end. And of course vampires posses great strength and agility. Zathael moved quickly until her path was not blocked by the golem and began casting Silence, now the dwarf would have to fight her on more familiar grounds. Since he was weak, this would give her a distinct advantage.

Zathael completed the spell and drew her blood sword. The golem would have to be dealt with first, of course… Zathael attacked the golem aiming for its arm, she was just hoping to test it. When she knew it’s strength she would start her main attack....
“now you shall fight me on my own grounds spell caster, lets hope you have more strength then you seem to have”Zathael grinned.

((by the way the gollem can only be harmed by magic it is in the spell discription.... but if you want i can just make it simple?))

Relising she was casting the silence spell snori began to shout the anti magic feild spell but was cut off half way through and his voice gurgled and died in his throut. He cried out in anger but the spell had done its job and it would be atleast 5 minutes befor he could shake off the spell, and with the time to concentrate on it... somthing he couldnt do right now.

Thinking wildly he thaught of his options... they were limited. He only had one latent spell telecenises how could he use it? Although it seemed useles he used it to try to gain acess to her mind... to find somthing he could use againced her. ((I know i need permition to read your mind so you can just say he finds nothing i dont realy mind))

While he cast his spell he grabed his master work spear, it's duel blades glinted at eather end. Holding it in his hands he pushed his boots down slightly in the sand to make his next move easyer. He hoped that Willow would have the sence to run. Then he grited his teeth and hoped that the gollem could cary out his last set task.

((Heehee...As long as I have people to play with, I don't mind what my status is ^.^))

Willow did not have the sense to run. She never ran. At least, not in fear, on occasion she ran when someone told her to. But Snori perhaps didn't have time to say that before he was affected by Silence. She did, however get her pack and some dinner before moving back a ways. Not because she was unconcerned, but because she was really, really hungry. She moved to what she thought was a safe distance away and seated herself. While she watched, she thought about the little sense the world made.

People liked to fight. Why? What good did it do? Certainly all it did was make each one more convinced that they were right and the other was wrong. But everyone was right in one way. Everyone was better in one way. She recalled one day when she was upset that the wind had ripped up an old oak tree in a feirce storm.Old Willow had explained it to her like this.

Willow, Trees must give way to the wind, or they will break. But the wind must go around the mountain, or it will break. But what can break a mountain? Only the strong roots of trees.

It wasn't a perfect circle, but Willow had got the idea. Everyone was better at something. Why fight about it? She had no idea, of course, that they were fighting over her life. Over whether she would live to finish her dinner, or be someone else's dinner. And if she had known...well, she probably wouldn't have believed it.

Watching Zathael move to strike the golem, Willow made her own assessment of the vampire, and compared it to what she knew about her dwarven friend. She is agile and fast, Willow thought, And pretty strong. But Snori's a bit stronger and just as fast, though not as agile, I think. But I think Snori's tired. He doesn't look as well as he did last time I saw him. I hope he'll be okay.

((would you mind if a Gryphon joined? I won't post right away, i want your response first ^_^ don't want to be rude *giggles*))

(Uh sorry but this topic has been dead for a while, willow hasnt been seen for a while and i think the sharzella (the vamp) is busy sorry again if you want to rp just pm me im not doing many topics right now)