Morgo walked through the halls of the library, browsing the massive selection of books. He had been in many fights recently, and wished for break, some rest. He walked through the many aisles of the library. The smell of papers and dust over came Morgo, causing him to get a bit dizzy.

Gathering himself, he quickly strode over to the psychology department of the Parmamar Library. In the front was a lady at a desk, shuffling papers, thick glasses set on her nose. He walked past her, nodding her head at her. She glanced uneasily at him, then continued her work.

He browsed the books, and found a set of books called Aspects of Life. Like an encyclopedia, he noticed it was ordered alphabetically. He quickly grabbed the manual labeled 'P'. He went to the front desk and swiftly checked it out.

He read up on 'psycopath'. He read the pages in depth, gaining the knowledge. One line took particular offensive interest. A psychopathic person is very unstable, and uncapable of his own actions. Morgo took great offence by this. He then read the definition at the top of the page. Pyshcopath- a mentally insane person, deranged and has an unpredictable behaviour.

Morgo was a psychopath, but not what the book defined. 'I enjoy killing, so may be classified as 'insane' but defiantly unpredictable! In fact, my killings may be quite methodical.' Morgo grumbled a swear under his breath and flipped to the next page to pacifist. He chuckled, and then thought to himself, 'Any pacifist I see would become a pile of blood!' He sifted the pages causally, and skimmed some interesting facts.

Zakarias had made his first trip to the beautiful library many years ago and coming back brought back a few select memories some he was not fond of. Shaking his head both pyhsically and emotionally Zak strode over towards the historical section of the library. He had just made an unsuccessful trip to the Sanctuary of Angels to retrieve information concerning a common goal ally. Having failed Zak took to the air and found himself here only a few hours ago. Only recently having worked up the courage to enter the library and its daunting mass of knowledge it was not till then that he realized he was in the presence of someone.

Zak had unintentionally stopped to think and in doing so planted his feet right beside a beastly creature one of what looked to be essteemed skill and power. Yet considering this creature was reading a book and clearly understanding it Zak knew then that this creature was intelligent and for that matter quite studious. However he could tell by the wear of the clothing and armor that this person was battle-worn and talented with a weapon.

Zak made a sincere decision, he walked to the other side of the creature and in a neatrul manner spoke kindly but not gracefully to the creature. Witha kind of powerful gruffness not known to angels Zak spoke,

((Blue me red you)

" Hey battle-worn and sore what are the powerful kin of your brethern doing here?"

Morgo peered over his book to see a powerful angel. He was massive, much taller than the massive orc. He seemed weary, perhaps from travel, but was friendly. "Hey battle-worn and sore what are the powerful kin of your brethern doing here?"

Morgo contemplated what he said. Luckily, he wasn't prejudice, the angel. Most people would ignore or flee from a massive orc. Well, they had the right to flee due to the fact that he was a murderer, but not that he was an orc. But he still felt he was 'filling the stereotype'.


"Why, hello!" Morgo said, outstretching his hand, "so nice to meet you! I am Morgo, Morgo Domanu. I would like to thank you personally for not ignoring me just for my race. But I would not have expected an angel! I have some bad experiences with angels. Ethari Xilophent and Zenith Meria. Both encounters led to combat. I do not wish that here, so I will not give you all the....." he thought for the right words,"all the information about me, if you do not mind."

He continued to talk, "I was born and raised in Angband, and I have a pet alligator and lupine from the Goddess of Cha-" he stopped himself, then realized it already slipped out, and then beckoned to Xoac to come forth, along with the lupine Aha. They came from the front of the library, and screams of fear were heard along the way, "the Goddess of Chaos. And you are?"

Zak could sense a feeling of understanding and yet a way of miscommunication coming from Morgo. Zak knew not these Ethari or Zenith characters he would have to seek them out. Continuing Zak strecthed out his hand and gave Morgo a hearty and strong hand shake. Listening quietly to what Morgo had to say Zak chuckled from time to time as it was obvious this Orc was not popular amoung the people and considering niether was Zak he decided to leave the past in the past.

"Why, hello!"
"So nice to meet you! I am Morgo, Morgo Domanu. I would like to thank you personally for not ignoring me just for my race. But I would not have expected an angel! I have some bad experiences with angels. Ethari Xilophent and Zenith Meria. Both encounters led to combat. I do not wish that here, so I will not give you all the....."All the information about me, if you do not mind."
"I was born and raised in Angband, and I have a pet alligator and lupine from the Goddess of Cha-"
"The Goddess of Chaos. And you are?"

Just then an alligator and a lupine came gallovanting up despite the screams Zak spoke kindly to the Orc.

I am Da Zakarias Domin but of course you can call me Zak.

Quite fine beasts you have there..., as to your race I would make no such call I am not one to judge after all my own brother is a hellion himself quite the opposite of myself. Who am I to judge?" With a gentle chuckle he continued

Angband you say interesting, I am not even sure where I am from....Goddess of Chaos you say?"

Morgo listened to the reply of the angel, "I am Da Zakarias Domin but of course you can call me Zak. Quite fine beasts you have there..., as to your race I would make no such call I am not one to judge after all my own brother is a hellion himself quite the opposite of myself. Who am I to judge?" With a gentle chuckle he continued. "Angband you say interesting, I am not even sure where I am from....Goddess of Chaos you say?"

"Why thank you," Morgo told Zak, "Xoac and Aha are their names. I love them ever so much," he said. He wasn't lying. The first assumption of psychopaths was that they were evil, manipulative scum that could not feel emotions. Morgo chuckled at this, for some of it was true. He had emotions, but had stripped away a lot of them.

But surprisingly, the alligator he had raised from an egg was one of the most dearest things he owned. He was ashamed even to call it a possession, to him, it was comrade. As for Aha, he was at a comradeship as well. The lupine was granted to him by Ita, and he felt as an equal to it. Their combat styles were even similar, ruthless.

"Yes, the Goddess of Chaos, Ita the Reckless. I am a Frenzied Acolyte of the Chaotic Gladiators," he told him reluctantly. With this fact, he was afraid that the budding relationship was going to fail.

Morgo was not going to be friends with him. His goal was to manipulate him to join his side. Not necessarily evil or chaos, but his side to defeat his foes. Ethari Xilophent, Zenith Meria, all those angelic fools. He snarled at the thought of them.

((OOC: sorry about the delay! ^_^; ))

Zak listened calmly to this Morgo's display of affection. A few thoughts fan through his mind, some of which were not so pleasent. With a slighty grim look Zak asked Morgo,

" Goddess of Chaos...hummm I hear she is rumored to drink the blodd of innocent children on the haverst moon. Why do you follow this Goddess? I am certain all Gods should be revered adn respected but not worshipped some are a little over the top/ harpoonoing for the right words," By no means to I expect these or anyother rumor to be true and the Ita Goddess' generosity is display in your lupine...nut I can't help but wonder where does this generosity take its root?"


Waiting calmly for an answer Zak instinctivly lowered his hand within reach of his sword adn fluttered his wings. Although his moments unnoticeable as they were he had to be ready in case the Orc took offense. Now was not the time for battle but if Morgo chose otherwise Zak would have to retaliate. Calmly he waited......... :angel:

(Might I join?)

Athia strolled up the stairs. It was her first time ever to have been in a library and she was excited. But for one so simple, why do I ever come here? She could not read and only memorized the names of streets to get directions. She was daintly looking at some book covers when a alligator and a lupine past by. "Mani i..." She quietly followed the beast, only to be lead to an angel and an orc. Athia, afraid of them both, ran behind the next bookcase, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"I was born and raised in Angband, and I have a pet alligator and lupine from the Goddess of Cha-"

"I am Da Zakarias Domin but of course you can call me Zak. Quite fine beasts you have there..., as to your race I would make no such..."

"Xoac and Aha are their names. I love them ever so much,"

" By no means to I expect these or anyother rumor to be true and the Ita Goddess' generosity is display in your lupine...nut I can't help but wonder where does this generosity take its root?"

Athia frowned at the broken sentences she picked up. "Why does this angel want to talk with this orc?" she whispered. Her fox ears perked up intently as she tried to catch the rest of the conversation.

((Not at all!))
" Goddess of Chaos...hummm I hear she is rumored to drink the blood of innocent children on the harvest moon. Why do you follow this Goddess? I am certain all Gods should be revered and respected but not worshipped some are a little over the top" harpooning for the right words," By no means to I expect these or any other rumor to be true and the Ita Goddess' generosity is display in your lupine...nut I can't help but wonder where does this generosity take its root?"

Morgo chuckled a little, and smiled with a maniacal grin at Zak. "Why, I have received training from the goddess through payment to show homage. I have decided to spread Chaos and Destruction through whatever means necessary," Morgo noticed him motioning towards his sword.

He began to laugh again, speaking "Why are you taking such hostile actions towards me?," he asked. "I have done nothing to you," he shut the book and began to rise from his seat. Upon getting up, Morgo noticed the eavesdropper.

"EXCUSE ME," he said loudly, "If you wish to join this conversation, by all means, go ahead," he told her with a polite smile, "I have nothing to hide," Morgo was disappointed at the events that took place so far. Corruption was impossible in the angel, and this newcomer might have hostile pretences.

"So," he began to say, "why were you taking such underhand methods to acquire information, coward," he told her.

Immediate signs of shame showed as Athia shuffled out. "Call me a coward, if you like. I'm sorry if you take me offensively. It's just that..." She sighed, ears becoming flatter on her hair. "I have heard stories of this murdurer named Morgo. He is and Orc and he looks exactly like you."
"I am preformer. I am expected to know things. Only the master knows what's on the list and we have to eavesdrop to get the information. I also steal for a living too and shortcuts come handy in many ways."
Athia's tail swung from side to side, gently picking up the sword hilt with the tip of her tail. "So, what is your name, sir?" She turned to the angel. "And what may be the name of you, sire?"

Call me a coward, if you like. I'm sorry if you take me offensively. It's just that..." She sighed, ears becoming flatter on her hair. "I have heard stories of this murderer named Morgo. He is and Orc and he looks exactly like you.I am performer. I am expected to know things. Only the master knows what's on the list and we have to eavesdrop to get the information. I also steal for a living too and shortcuts come handy in many ways."

Morgo laughed, and responded to her, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to offend you! I just came off a little to strong," he said soothingly, "So, your a slave, with a master! And did I hear you steal for a living," he began chuckle lightly, and continued to speak. This was a soul he could corrupt.

"You steal to make a living: food, water, and shelter. I assume you perform as well, to earn profit. But what I am confronting you about is your stealing. If you can take from someone, lesser their standard of being, to improve your standard of being, without any regrets, you are evil. You have no care of others, just yourself. I understand you," he said with a change of voice, in a soothing manner, "I get what your going through. You see, I'm Morgo Domanu. I have killed many, without regret, only to give myself pleasure. Innocent lives don't matter, it is not important. What I believe is, we are all the same. Every being is evil and chaotic in essence. Even the most powerful angels are evil in the core," he began to raise his voice, and then calmed himself.

"We are all made of the essence of evil, and these 'paladins' and 'do gooders' all cover their core, with layers of 'rightouness'. In truth, these layers are merely a farce. All humanity is made of this essence. Every 'good' person would willingly kill a marked man to save an innocent, but in the eyes of someone truly pure, death is inexcusable. At least this is what I believe. I may be a complete bufoon!" he told her, with a slight smile.

"We 'crazies' are alike, misunderstood, and not respected. But do not be ashamed, we are perfected beings, embracing the true nature of humanity! We may die, but our legacy is immortal! We are the new generation of Arda! WE WILL REIGN SUPREME" he roared, and then blushed a bit as every one turned to face him. Morgo only hoped that this girl would not react in a negative manner, hoping that this was the right decision, to reveal his way of thinking to her

Zak stood back gathering all the informaiton that came from Morgo when the Orc noticed his subtle movement to his hilt.

"I only made sucha motion to ensure my saftey as such speaking ill of any goddess can cause the wrath of set God to come down upon me. I had to be ready for any intrusion by a minion of hers. I meant no offense of course"

Then suddenly the Orc spoke again,

"EXCUSE ME," he said loudly,"If you wish to join this conversation, by all means, go ahead,"[/color he told her with a polite smile,[color=red]"I have nothing to hide," Morgo was disappointed at the events that took place so far. Corruption was impossible in the angel, and this newcomer might have hostile pretences.

"So," he began to say, "why were you taking such underhand methods to acquire information, coward," he told her.

((Athia your green))

Zak leaned back towards an obelisk tomba and thought to himself that it would be an interesting response. A slight chuckle came from his girth. The woman spoke.

"Call me a coward, if you like. I'm sorry if you take me offensively. It's just that...I have heard stories of this murdurer named Morgo. He is and Orc and he looks exactly like you.I am preformer. I am expected to know things. Only the master knows what's on the list and we have to eavesdrop to get the information. I also steal for a living too and shortcuts come handy in many ways. So, what is your name, sir?And what may be the name of you, sire?"

Zak began to speak but Morgo cut him off at the tip of the Word "Zak..."

"You steal to make a living: food, water, and shelter. I assume you perform as well, to earn profit. But what I am confronting you about is your stealing. If you can take from someone, lesser their standard of being, to improve your standard of being, without any regrets, you are evil. You have no care of others, just yourself. I understand you, I get what your going through. You see, I'm Morgo Domanu. I have killed many, without regret, only to give myself pleasure. Innocent lives don't matter, it is not important. What I believe is, we are all the same. Every being is evil and chaotic in essence. Even the most powerful angels are evil in the core."

"We are all made of the essence of evil, and these 'paladins' and 'do gooders' all cover their core, with layers of 'rightouness'. In truth, these layers are merely a farce. All humanity is made of this essence. Every 'good' person would willingly kill a marked man to save an innocent, but in the eyes of someone truly pure, death is inexcusable. At least this is what I believe. I may be a complete bufoon!"

"We 'crazies' are alike, misunderstood, and not respected. But do not be ashamed, we are perfected beings, embracing the true nature of humanity! We may die, but our legacy is immortal! We are the new generation of Arda! WE WILL REIGN SUPREME"

Zak stepped forward after Morgo stopped talking and approached the girl

"I mylady am Zakarias Seventh Elians but of course you may call me Zak.

He turned to Morgo

" You are correct Morgo there is "evil" in all of use but if we choose to supress set evil then naturally we may help man kind, but in light of my recent learnings I agree more and more with you after each passing second. I am evil though I choose not to be however I am starting to see the middle of things...I will never choose to be evil in this you are correct but in effect a neutral stand point may be a better way to proceed."

(Got it)

"You steal to make a living: food, water, and shelter. I assume you perform as well, to earn profit. But what I am confronting you about is your stealing. If you can take from someone, lesser their standard of being, to improve your standard of being, without any regrets, you are evil. You have no care of others, just yourself. I understand you, I get what your going through. You see, I'm Morgo Domanu. I have killed many, without regret, only to give myself pleasure. Innocent lives don't matter, it is not important. What I believe is, we are all the same. Every being is evil and chaotic in essence. Even the most powerful angels are evil in the core."

Athia whimpered. "No. It is just that..." She sighed. "I don't want to starve to death like the others." Her eyes widen at the sound of his name. "MORGO!" Her mind raced as she tried to recall what Drygonsky said...
"Big. Tall. Gruensome. Drygonsky was right. Orcs are powerfull..."
Morgo continued.

"We are all made of the essence of evil, and these 'paladins' and 'do gooders' all cover their core, with layers of 'rightouness'. In truth, these layers are merely a farce. All humanity is made of this essence. Every 'good' person would willingly kill a marked man to save an innocent, but in the eyes of someone truly pure, death is inexcusable. At least this is what I believe. I may be a complete bufoon!"

"We 'crazies' are alike, misunderstood, and not respected. But do not be ashamed, we are perfected beings, embracing the true nature of humanity! We may die, but our legacy is immortal! We are the new generation of Arda! WE WILL REIGN SUPREME"

As he said the last sentence, Athia shivered. "Yes. Maybe we are made of evil."
But what about the gods and godesses? And Threnody? Is she evil?

The angel approached her gently.
"I mylady am Zakarias Seventh Elians but of course you may call me Zak."
Athia bowed. "Hello, Zak." She turned to face both of them. "Oh yes. Introductions. My name is Athia."

Zack turned to Morgo.

" You are correct Morgo there is "evil" in all of use but if we choose to supress set evil then naturally we may help man kind, but in light of my recent learnings I agree more and more with you after each passing second. I am evil though I choose not to be however I am starting to see the middle of things...I will never choose to be evil in this you are correct but in effect a neutral stand point may be a better way to proceed."
Athia, confused, asked openly. "But, we are all evil, how can we be good? And how do you see 'the middle of things'?"

" You are correct Morgo there is "evil" in all of use but if we choose to suppress set evil then naturally we may help man kind, but in light of my recent learning's I agree more and more with you after each passing second. I am evil though I choose not to be however I am starting to see the middle of things...I will never choose to be evil in this you are correct but in effect a neutral stand point may be a better way to proceed." Athia, confused, asked openly. "But, we are all evil, how can we be good? And how do you see 'the middle of things'?"

Morgo chuckled at the confusion of the girl, "Sorry, ma'am, but if your imbecile mind cannot understand the basic principles of life, maybe you need to get a civilized education," he told her. He tapped his foot, and quickly caught himself. If he wanted corruption, he would have to be polite.

"Oh, I am so sorry, ma'am, let me clarify my statements. I will start with Zak first. The only thing I have to say is, NO! Neutral is denying the truth as well! You do not accept the evil. Evil, in this case, is doing whatever necassary to advance your standard of living. If you kill, you are evil. If you steal, you are evil. Betrayal, lying, cheating, associating with the people who accept evil, all that is EVIL! If someone was truly pure, such actions are inexcusable! Zak, have you done any of the above, even in the name of 'good'?" He asked him, losing a bit of his temper.

He calmed down, and then addressed Athia. "Why, hello Athia. I am glad you see things my way. How can we be 'good'? There is no such thing. 'Good' people set layers of 'Righteousness' and 'Purity' to cover what they truly are. They are weak, and in truth, tainted. We, my friend, are perfected beings. Oh, and don't deny how you truly feel. You are willing to hurt to gain, aren't you?" he put his hand up against her cheek.

"Don't deny it," he set his hand down, "I'll help you. You are probably confused, scared. Don't be. 'Innocence' shouldn't bring you down. Kill, steal, lye, cheat, break do whatever is necessary! We are a like. I know how you feel. Just accept the facts. You are 'cruel' and 'evil' in the eyes of a impure commoner. Escape the facade, accept the truth," he told her softly. He hoped his plan would work, that she would turn to the side of Evil and Chaos.

((Morgo since you did so much text I am going to just reply to what you said to me, also I am about to draw so don't think of it as somehting againest you morgo the person but neutrul is as far as I can go. Hope this RP still is hot after we start fighting. Remeber its not personal as a matter of fact I am changing my alt to evil so we can be allies in that field. After we fight I will leave and then I can bring Rac'he in okay? I will erase this message after you post again having assumed you read it.))


"The only thing I have to say is, NO! Neutral is denying the truth as well! You do not accept the evil. Evil, in this case, is doing whatever necassary to advance your standard of living. If you kill, you are evil. If you steal, you are evil. Betrayal, lying, cheating, associating with the people who accept evil, all that is EVIL! If someone was truly pure, such actions are inexcusable! Zak, have you done any of the above, even in the name of 'good'?"

BUt sir neutrul gives way to an ability to fight for what is right and time holds no relevance to right or wrong and as such sir, time dictates that it is your end."

Reaching into his pocket Zak retrieved a watch given to him by a harbinger of time itself, this watch allowed him to be more powerful simply for he knew the time as in accordance to the universe. It was time to fight or so said the watch.

"Truth is NEUTRALITY!!!!!!!!"

Grasping his sword Zak drew from his ancestral scabbard a great longsword detailed with carved runes of old.

((Zak doesn't know this BUT the runes are an omen of his neutrality and are a refernce to time divinity.))

Rising his sword above his head he brought it down far onto the Orc's skull, rage anger and malice flew through him but not in the manner Morgo described but in a new manner, righteous anger he lost track of time and space, he misunderstood the now and for a second he was invincible. Returning to reality his blade came crashing down above Morgo's head. Zak knew he more than likly dodge this as it was easy to do so and naturally it was a death blow, no one would stand in the way of an Angel with at least 500 lb.s of pressure behind his muscular structure. He was not the only one in the library that was stunned by his actions several passers by noticed him too, however he had no time to pay attentio--.......No! He had all the time in the world! That was who he was.

In the depths of his mind Zak could feel something had changed he was not who he said he was he was not good anymore. However Zak struggled against this change.

((Until later in a Rainforest RP))

"Sorry, ma'am, but if your imbecile mind cannot understand the basic principles of life, maybe you need to get a civilized education." That strucked Athia hard. She turned cold and riged as she use to. She glared hard into Morgo's eyes, hard and emotionless.
"Oh, I am so sorry, ma'am, let me clarify my statements. I will start with Zak first. The only thing I have to say is, NO! Neutral is denying the truth as well! You do not accept the evil. Evil, in this case, is doing whatever necassary to advance your standard of living. If you kill, you are evil. If you steal, you are evil. Betrayal, lying, cheating, associating with the people who accept evil, all that is EVIL! If someone was truly pure, such actions are inexcusable! Zak, have you done any of the above, even in the name of 'good'?"

"Why, hello Athia. I am glad you see things my way. How can we be 'good'? There is no such thing. 'Good' people set layers of 'Righteousness' and 'Purity' to cover what they truly are. They are weak, and in truth, tainted. We, my friend, are perfected beings. Oh, and don't deny how you truly feel. You are willing to hurt to gain, aren't you?"

"Don't deny it," he set his hand down, "I'll help you. You are probably confused, scared. Don't be. 'Innocence' shouldn't bring you down. Kill, steal, lye, cheat, break do whatever is necessary! We are a like. I know how you feel. Just accept the facts. You are 'cruel' and 'evil' in the eyes of a impure commoner. Escape the facade, accept the truth,"

BUt sir neutrul gives way to an ability to fight for what is right and time holds no relevance to right or wrong and as such sir, time dictates that it is your end."

Reaching into his pocket Zak retrieved a watch given to him by a harbinger of time itself, this watch allowed him to be more powerful simply for he knew the time as in accordance to the universe. It was time to fight or so said the watch.

"Truth is NEUTRALITY!!!!!!!!"

Grasping his sword Zak drew from his ancestral scabbard a great longsword detailed with carved runes of old.

Athia reached for her dager, but set her hand down. "Don't do it, Zak. Don't kill him." Her voice was calm as a mountain.

Athia turn to staring at him with her cold eyes. "I do not attempt to hurt anyone. I want to be like Drygonsky. I don't want you to hurt anyone, but if you are, then I'll have to agree with you. My true feeling is confusion. If everyone was evil, are the gods evil then? And what about Threnody? Or Lothlomendil? Are they evil as well? Will this land fall into darkness and be locked up by the gods? Will all we will be is utter chaotic people, killing each other? If that is so, who will bring us to peace so we don't kill off our own kind?"

Morgo stood in shock as Zak attempted to kill Morgo. He smirked, and took a small step to avoid the blow. He chuckled and faced the angel. "You fool. Do you have sanity?" he drew his mace, Denger's Talon. He launched a lightning bolt just to the right of him, purposefully missing. "You will leave, or die," he said, seriousness in his eyes.

He turned to face what Athia was saying, "I do not attempt to hurt anyone. I want to be like Drygonsky. I don't want you to hurt anyone, but if you are, then I'll have to agree with you. My true feeling is confusion. If everyone was evil, are the gods evil then? And what about Threnody? Or Lothlomendil? Are they evil as well? Will this land fall into darkness and be locked up by the gods? Will all we will be is utter chaotic people, killing each other? If that is so, who will bring us to peace so we don't kill off our own kind?"

Morgo chuckled, "You do not hurt anyone? Simply by stealing you are hurting them! Think of the families you've ruined, people you've crushed! You took from them without a second thought! You stole what was rightfully theirs, for yourself, so you can live! You hurt them! The gods are the same as us. Lothlomendil and Threnody would willingly kill to protect someone! They will kill, they would steal, lye, betray, cheat just to 'help'," he said.

Morgo thought about her last statement, "Will all we will be is utter chaotic people, killing each other? If that is so, who will bring us to peace so we don't kill off our own kind?" He then responded.

"You fool, I see why you reject this life style. Chaos is good in the eyes of the strong. I refer to a natural order. The strong rule in the land of Chaos. The weak will fall. You are weak, the gods of 'good' are weak," he took a breath, and moved on to a different topic, "Proof of what I am saying is war. Chaos is a tool. Even civilized people use it. The excuse to spread Chaos in the land of law is war. War is Chaotic. War is a justifaction to kill. It is merely an excuse. War is fun to 'good' and 'bad' people. I like war, soldiers like war. So, in truth, we are the same!" he told her, losing faith in corruption.

((This is Zak's last post :bye: but I will bring Rac'he behind him.))


The muttled words coming from the evil pair scared Zak he could barely understand....

"You fool. Do you have sanity?" "You will leave, or die,""I do not attempt to hurt anyone. I want to be like Drygonsky. I don't want you to hurt anyone, but if you are, then I'll have to agree with you. My true feeling is confusion. If everyone was evil, are the gods evil then? And what about Threnody? Or Lothlomendil? Are they evil as well? Will this land fall into darkness and be locked up by the gods? Will all we will be is utter chaotic people, killing each other? If that is so, who will bring us to peace so we don't kill off our own kind?""You do not hurt anyone? Simply by stealing you are hurting them! Think of the families you've ruined, people you've crushed! You took from them without a second thought! You stole what was rightfully theirs, for yourself, so you can live! You hurt them! The gods are the same as us. Lothlomendil and Threnody would willingly kill to protect someone! They will kill, they would steal, lye, betray, cheat just to 'help',""Will all we will be is utter chaotic people, killing each other? If that is so, who will bring us to peace so we don't kill off our own kind?""You fool, I see why you reject this life style. Chaos is good in the eyes of the strong. I refer to a natural order. The strong rule in the land of Chaos. The weak will fall. You are weak, the gods of 'good' are weak," he took a breath, and moved on to a different topic, "Proof of what I am saying is war. Chaos is a tool. Even civilized people use it. The excuse to spread Chaos in the land of law is war. War is Chaotic. War is a justifaction to kill. It is merely an excuse. War is fun to 'good' and 'bad' people. I like war, soldiers like war.

The words spun in Zakarias' head he was drunk wiht rage righteous rage he would destroy this person.....it would scare him flesh from his bones with Angelic power and might. Suddenly Morgp launched a final word that jarred Zak back to understanding.

"So, in truth, we are the same!"

The same? A wonderous explosion of understanding came forth, by fighting he was stooping to chaos' level i he was no greater nor weaker. In that moment when Zak realized he was completly equal to all living beings he wings seemed to darken and change morph into a new color and grey color. He could not be sure.....but this was his calling.

Rising from his jabbered and defaulted stance he withdrew his sword and took to the air using the strentgh of an Angel he burst from the library leaving a few waddling tenatns in his wake. They scurryed about as he borke through a small corner of the Library's roof. This might would violate the goddess of life and yet somehow Zak thought to himself. Maybe she would not care...

With harsh beating wings Zak flew of to the Sanctuary of Angels in an attempt to find truth in a balanced world. Before he was to far away from the library Zak let out a mighty roar.

"Chaos is no more than disorganization in the wake of misunderstanding and foolery."

"You do not hurt anyone? Simply by stealing you are hurting them! Think of the families you've ruined, people you've crushed! You took from them without a second thought! You stole what was rightfully theirs, for yourself, so you can live! You hurt them! The gods are the same as us. Lothlomendil and Threnody would willingly kill to protect someone! They will kill, they would steal, lye, betray, cheat just to 'help',"

"Do you think I would want to do this? Do you think I would want to destroy so many lives? How would it feel to be trapped and controled? How would you feel if someone made you twist into mad potions, make you look like a fool because you are a half-fox, or make you crush so many lives without any pity? Is this living? How do you know if the gods are the same as us?"

"You fool, I see why you reject this life style. Chaos is good in the eyes of the strong. I refer to a natural order. The strong rule in the land of Chaos. The weak will fall. You are weak, the gods of 'good' are weak."

"But have the weak fallen yet? Has this good fallen yet? No."

"Proof of what I am saying is war. Chaos is a tool. Even civilized people use it. The excuse to spread Chaos in the land of law is war. War is Chaotic. War is a justifaction to kill. It is merely an excuse. War is fun to 'good' and 'bad' people. I like war, soldiers like war. So, in truth, we are the same!"

"War. The dreaded war. There is always a winner. The loser dies. If we keep this up, what will happen to Arda? What will happen when there is no one left to fight? What will happen when there is but few people in this world? So we are all the same. In what? Evilness? No. That is why many evil people die. We are not all the same."

Zakarias suddenly shot his wings out and flew out of the library. Taken by surprise, Athia lashed out her claws. Seeing that he was only leaving, she sighed.

Chaos is no more than disorganization in the wake of misunderstanding and foolery.

"He is right, Morgo. He is right." Shaking her head, she trodded down the stairs to the door, hoping that Morgo would not stop her before she exited.

(If Morgo posts, saying that he stops me, then I'll keep on posting. If not, I'm outta here.)

Just as Rac'he was coming into the esteemed library she noticed the departure of a massive angel, he had crashed through the ceiling. How foolish breaking a nice building like this into shreads. She spat on him mentally and contiued into the library. Sh ehad come to chose a nice book to research the War when she noticed a large Orc standing in the wake of where the Angel had broken through. Coming closer out of curiousity she heard a massive roar of emotion from the angel as he said.

"Chaos is no more than disorganization in the wake of misunderstanding and foolery."

" well thats stupid....chaos is the creator of the creator the wake of life duh!?

She said to herself the reassuring words. What a retard...She approached the Orc more confdient she spoke to him.

"Hello, seen any good deaths lately?"

She knew this phrase would rouse his interest as he seemed to be a powerful warrior blood stains on his armor, a worn scabbard, and a scared body.. IT seemed she would have to be on her gaurd around him she wasn't sure she trusted him. Not yet.

Morgo laughed as the angel crashed through the ceiling. He then listened to what Athia said. "Do you think I would want to do this? Do you think I would want to destroy so many lives? How would it feel to be trapped and controlled? How would you feel if someone made you twist into mad potions, make you look like a fool because you are a half-fox, or make you crush so many lives without any pity? Is this living? How do you know if the gods are the same as us?"

"You are merely denying the truth. I can see it in you. You enjoy stealing. You enjoy to watch your victims lose what they hold dear. Even if you didn't enjoy it, it still doesn't matter. You still take what doesn't belong. Their is no excuse! You truly are evil!"
"But have the weak fallen yet? Has this good fallen yet? No."

"Do not worry fool. They will fall by my hand!" he roared.

"War. The dreaded war. There is always a winner. The loser dies. If we keep this up, what will happen to Arda? What will happen when there is no one left to fight? What will happen when there is but few people in this world? So we are all the same. In what? Evilness? No. That is why many evil people die. We are not all the same"

"Yes we all enjoy killing! Don't act like its my fault that war and plague spread through Arda. That is just the nature of humanity!" he told her.

"Chaos is no more than disorganization in the wake of misunderstanding and foolery," Morgo chuckled as Athia agreed with him. "Chaos has order within. The order of Chaos is that the strong dominate, the weak fall. Fools like you take shelter in 'law'. Chaos will shatter all you hold dear!" he turned to see a new comer.

"Hello, seen any good deaths lately?" The newcomer said. He chuckled, "Why hello! What a strong way to start off a conversation. Seen any good deaths? Why I've had a great many of good kills! I'm Morgo Domanu, Frenzied Acolyte of Ita. What do you need?" he asked politely.