Morgo sat upon a rock next to the lake. He looked at the shimmering water, glazed with the morning sun. The grass around him was sparkling from the midnight dew, the droplets sliding down the curved blades, soaking into the ground. 'What a peaceful setting,' Morgo thought to himself.

The frenzy of his mind was temporarily calmed, his head cool. He sat with his eyes glazed over, relaxing. Moments before, he was rushing around frantically, looking for fresh blood. The psycopathic orc had a need to shed blood, a pleasure to do it. He enjoyed killing, even innocents. Actually, he enjoyed killing innocents that much more.

But the peaceful surrondings calmed his mind, and his attitude became serene, almost empty. He gazed into the water, and chuckled when a small fish lept out of the water, and jumped the surface, making a small splash. The water shook with the vibration, and ripples were sent across the water.

Soon, the water set back into its original state. Morgo sighed, and put his elbow on his knee, and his chin upon his elbow. "How relaxing," he whispered to himself.

(ooc; i have permission to god mode =) )

Young Saeborn was walking through the forest near lake Aelin when he came appon a loungeing orc. Saeborn stepped up behind him and wait to see what he was stareing at. Saeborn blinked and when he opened his eyes again he was on the rockey shore. In that very moment he found a very oversized orc standing on top of him with a very sharp looking oversized mace in his hand. With an immeadiat instinct Saeborn cast the only spell he knew which was called "fear". When Saeborn was on the ground and he cast the spell he looked deep into the orcs hideous eyes and saw no sort of fear but instead he saw hatered and the need to kill. All of the sudden a noise came from the forest and got louder and louder. All of the sudden Saeborn looked into the orcs eyes and saw he was ready to kill anyone who came near him...

Ethari walked along the edge of the wood, eyes glancing towards the water, and then back towards were he was walking. He wanted to get to his destination, but the beuty of the lake had distracted his travels. Ethari glanced backwards to see Tarkin, his Balance priest was close behind, with dove and newt on shoulder. He chuckled softly to himself, amused on how closly he had bonded with Ethari's animals.

After a bit of walking, Ethari saw something near the lake. It was an orc, leaning over a elf, mace raised, ready to strike. There was an odd feeling about the situtation. Ethari felt sligtly frightened, and his dove and newt scurried off. 'That elf boy must have used a fear spell' Ethari thought.

Ethari would help the boy. With that, he lunged out of the forest, and flew towards the orc, diamond blade aimed for the orcs chest. As Ethari neared the orc, he saw a familer feature. This was no ordinary orc, but rather, Morgo Domanu. That orc had killed many, and had fought Ethari many times.

As Saeborn was being forced to lay there he had a flash back of when he was a child and that his family was so kind and loveing. They were all at a family feast when there was knocking on the door and his father answered it. There stood two gaurds and they took his father. At that moment Saeborns body went into a rage and he kicked the hideous orc off of him and at that moment is when he saw a strange man trying to help him.

Morgo was nearing plunging his mace into the boys heart, needing to kill. He had bloodshed on his mind, and knew a life would end today. His hopes were crushed when an angel soared towards him. He was to concentrated on the angel that he didn't notice the elf kick Morgo. He flew off, and landed in the water. Luckly, Xoac had caught him, and he landed on the alligators head. He quickly hoisted himself off and onto solid ground.

The peacefull atmosphere was disturbed, and now chaos was supreme. He looked to his right, seeing the young boy. He turned left, and recognized the angel. 'Hmmm,' he thought, 'Ethari Xilophent,' he whistled, calling his familiars from the water. Xoac, his alligator slithered out of the water, and opened his gaping teeth. Next, Aha, his minion of chaos, leaped out. The lupine creature roared, and bared its claws.

"It seems we will fight," he said, glaring at the two. "I am Morgo Domanu, can you please introduce yourself," he said pointing to the young elf. He then adressed Ethari, "If you are going to help this boy, then you might want to introduce yourself as well. And just a warning, I have become much stronger since we last met," he told him, a sadistic grin coming across his face.

He focused on the area around him. His back was to the water, and he would have to avoid swimming at all costs. He lived in the desert, and his skills in swimming was less than perfect. The elf wouldn't be a challenge. But Ethari would prove to be a good fight.

Ethari landed next to the elf, suprised at his strength. "You are quite strong," he said quietly to the elf "let us defeat this orc together. My name is Ethari Xilophent" Just then, the Morgo said "It seems we will fight. I am Morgo Domanu, can you please introduce yourself." He pointed to the elf boy. Ethari whispered "we can make introductions later, but now, Morgo will be a bigger problem."

Ethari muttered Arcane words, and cast the Energy Drainage spell. His hand began to glow intensly with white light. He lunged for Morgo, his hand outstretched, aimed for Morgo's chest.

Morgo saw Ethari whisper something to the young elf. 'Hmmm,' he thought, 'took my advice, did you,'. He then was surprised to see Ethari's hand glow intensly. The angel lunged and prepared to strike. Morgo needed to dodge, for this blow could prove to be fatal for the rest of the fight.

He sidestepped the blow, and turned to face Ethari. Using his new acquired magic, he focused his energy into his weapon. He was casting the spell Thunder Hammer. His mace began to crackle in arcane lightning, ready to burn anything it touched. Morgo then lunged at him, sharp point aimed at Ethari's side.

He commanded Aha to attack the young elf, and Xoac to keep watch in case of any tricks.

**** (OOC: This means it is my lupines point of veiw)
Aha knew he was being commanded to attack the young elf. He leaped forth, facing him. He roared, showing all his sharp teeth. He then used one of his new abilities, fire breath. Fire came forth towards the elf, burning the surronding trees and grass, destroying the lush enviroment.

All of the sudden there was burnt skin all over Saeborns body. In slight disorientation because of the minor burns he stood up while the orc was about to deliver a fatal strike to ethari and delivered a strong blow to the orcs side and nocked the orc to the ground.

((OOC: Try not to power play :lol: ))

Morgo was to concentrated on his attack on Ethari to notice the mage. He assumed that Aha's breath was powerful enough to destroy him, and that he was dead. Unfortunatly, he had grossly underestimated the elf.

He felt his one of his ribs cracking as he lunged sideways, and his blow to Ethari in vain. He picked himself up, holding his side. He glared at the elven mage, fury and hatred in his eyes. "Nice try kid, but you don't know what you've gotten yourself into," he hissed, facing him.

Aiming Denger's Talon at him, he launched a bolt of lightning. It sprung forth from his mace, jetting forth towards the elf. He then commanded Aha to watch his back as he took on Ethari. The lupine minion faced the mage, staying in a defensive stance. Aha was weak though, for his fire breath attack had drained him.

Morgo focused his mana, and light and shining energy appeared in his hand, similar to when Ethari cast his spell. In fact, this was the very same spell, Weaken. He lunged towards Ethari, hand outstretched. Hopfully, his attack would strike him, draining his mana and energy.

Saeborn dodged the lightening and fell to the ground and acted like he had been struck by the lightening. When Morgo turned arround to attack Ethari Saeborn turned to the dog and cast fear on him. Feeling draing from casting the spell he nelt to the ground and picked up three sharp stones and threw them with all his might at the orcs lupine.

Ethari kept flying through, dissapointed that his spell had missed. It took alot of energy to cast, and could only use it every so often. Morgo had side steped and aimed his mace for Ethari's back. It would have been near fatal, except that the elf came up from behind and wacked Morgo with his staff. He looked hurt, with minior burns on his body. Ethari hoped that Tarkin could reach him and heal his wounds.

Ethari turned around, to see Morgo, hand outstrecthed, glowing with the weaken spell. Ethari flew up, about a foot of the ground, and flew to the right, avoiding the attack, and the plunged towards Morgo's side.

******** (Tarkin's view)
Tarkin ran through the wood, and out onto the beach. The elf seemed like he needed healing. Ethari was facing Morgo, and Tarkin knew he could take Morgo alone, but the elf was having diffuculty with the lunpine minion. Tarkin ran next to the elf, and placed his hand onto his shoulder, and cast the heal spell. After that, he ran to the lupine, and dropped to the ground, balancing on one hand, and sweeped his foot across the ground, in attempt to knock the lupine off his feet.

Morgo grunted as he recovered from the missed attack. 'Ugghh,' he thought, 'that took a lot out of me,' he thought. He then noticed at the corner of his eye Ethari attacking from the right. He sidestepped to the left, dodging the blow. Morgo knew that he'd have to make this attack count.

Focusing his mana to his outstretched hand, he began to cast a spell. An orb of fire appeared, and when it grew to about the size of a basketball, it launched into the air. It exploded in a shower of debris and fire, and the landscape was destroyed even more. Morgo was forced to dodge a piece of flaming rock coming down on him, and noticed debris falling everywhere in the ten foot radius.

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Aha gazed into the eyes of the elf. Any overwhelming fear came upon him, and he acted upon his first thought, run. He ran through the flaming forest, past the elf. The follower of Ethari's attack was in vain, for Aha was out of their before he could hit him.

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Xoac noticed Aha fleeing, and without his support, Master was in trouble. He slithered towards the pair, the elf being healed by the hated fool, Tarkin. Xoac lunged towards Tarkin's hand balancing him during the attack , mouth agap, pointed teeth ready to shred his arm.

Ethari lunged backwards, after his own missed attack, to avoid any counter attack, but one never came. Morgo concentrated his energy and cast the spell Ashen Shower. Pieces of debris fell every where. A few of the pieces landed on Ethari's wings. Ethari grunted in pain, and landed immedatly, bare spots on his wings smoldering.

It was time for Ethari to get serious. He outstreched his hand, and muttered some Arcane words, and cast the spell Magic Net. He then used his ablity granted to him by the goddess of Balance, Thernody, The Touch of the Mage. The spell was duplicated, and two blobs of purple energy, which quickly formed to magical nets, were hurdling towards Morgo, one in the center, and one on the right. Ethari flew to Morgo's left, and slashed at him.

*******(Tarkin's view)
Tarkin's attack missed, due to the lupine fleeing. But an alligator was aimed for the elf's arm. Tarkin pulled back, and threw a punch right in the alligators jaw.

All of the sudden Saeborn turned to see that Morgo was attacking Ethari. So then when Ethari used magical net Saeborn went and planted a powerful blow to Morgos right ribs to knock him to the left so that etharis attack would have a better chance of hitting Morgo.

Morgo scowled when Ethari launched two magically nets towards him. He was then surprised to see the elf come up from behind and strike his ribs and make him crash into the net. He smirked, and thought about a way to dodge both the blows. It would be difficult, even impossible.

Morgo came up with a plan. He spiraled around, behind the elf, but consequently landing in the mages staff, right in his gut. He grunted in pain, but quickly recovered, thanks to his great endurance. He raised his mace above the mages back, hoping he would damage his spine.

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Tarkin was going to punch right in Xoac jaw, but lowering his head, the alligator postioned the Minion of Balance's fist right into his mouth. He then snapped down, hopefully taking off Tarkins whole hand.

When morgo dodged the nets by fliping backwards he landed right behind Saeborn and Morgo held up his mace over Saeborns head and was ready to kill Saeborn lept forward to try and dodge any attacks from morgo as well as try and help Ethari so that ethari could help him desstroy the foul beast.

Ethari flew back wards, disgruntled about the fact of his missed attacks. It had been a fool proof plan, or so he thought. Morgo had been hit by the elf's staff, but then rolled around, and pulled his mace back to strick the elf. The elf lunged forward, and dodged the blow. Ethari flew foward, sword pointed at Morgo, and over the elf.

********** (Tarkin's view)
Tarkin's fist went right through the alligators mouth. He quickly yanked his hand back, to not lose his hand, for the gator was snapping his jaw shut. The teeth pulled across his hand, and blood poured down his arm. Tarkin used his other hand, and aimed a punch on the gators head.

Saeborn lunged forward to help Tarkin defeat the nasty aligator. After Seaborn lunged forward he smacked the aligator straight across the face with his staff hopeing to cause bleeding on the gators oversized head. Then seaborn lands and throws rocks dirrectly at the aligator. Then Saeborn ran to help Ethari with his arch rival Morgo.

Ethari flew over the elf, and came straight for Morgo. He side stepped, but had grossly underestimated the angel's speed. His left arm had been hit, and the sword ripped through his flesh. Blood spilt upon the ground, staining the water and the burnt grass.

Morgo held his arm in pain, but quickly recovered. He began to focus his mana, causing tiny dots to form in the sky. Soon, a million of them appeared, and under further inspection, they were a cloud of insects. After a myriad appeared, they lunged forth, swarming towards Ethari.

He leaped forward with mace, hoping the angel was confused and irrated by his Plague of Insects spell. His mace was aimed for his chest, hoping for a fatal hit.

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Xoac slithered back from Tarkins lunging puch, only to grab the end of Saeborn's staff. He felt the staff hit his skull, and he shook his head, reorinting himself after the attack. He slithered forward, lunging for Saeborn's leg, being pelted by harmless rocks.

Ethari smiled, pleased on his successfull attack. He had slashed at Morgo's left arm, and caused alot of damage. Morgo created a ball of energy, and soon, it became a swarm of incects. Morgo threw the swarm, and it hit Ethari, irratating him. Ethari swatted at the bugs, as the nipped and bit his flesh. Soon, he saw Morgo, his mace aimed for his chest. Ethari held his hand in defence, and the mace pierced his right arm. Ethari yelped in pain, and tossed his sword to his left hand, due to his amdexterity.

Saeborn jumped into the air to try and avoid being hit my the aligators vicious teeth. Then before he landed and the gator had a vicious bite on his leg. Avoiding the pain Saeborn ran to help Ethari. Saeborn ran behing Morgo and attempted to jab the end of his staff through Morgos neck.

Morgo laughed as he impaled Ethari's hand. He focused upon Ethari, only to be surprised by Saeborn. He felt his staff crash into the back of his neck, his head lunging forward. He felt extreme pain, and crashed into the ground. He forced himself up, and turned to face the both of them.

"Make no mistake, this is not a retreat, merely an escape from Death!" he roared, and scurried off. Xoac came behind him, blood still in his mouth. He soon caught up with Aha, resting outside the forest. He ran off, hoping he was not being followed.

He had suffered a defeat, and it would bear on him forever. His victories were few, his defeats many. He started to walk, and hung his head in shame.