Saeborn was walking along the sandy shore of the eastern coast when all of the sudden he heard a familiar shriek. He looked behind him to see about 6 seagulls flying in a group together. He realized the shriek had come from one of the birds had fallen out of the sky. Saeborn had always wished he could be able to fly. Saeborn had wished for a lot of things like more gold to buy spells so he could become stronger. Saeborn looked ahead to see that the bird had not tried to fly again so he decided to walk to it and see what was wrong.

As Saeborn walked closer and closer he could see the bird laying down with an arrow that had been lodged through the birds body. While Saeborn was stareing at the bird in shock that it had been shot Saeborn felt something bite his leg. He rolled up his pant leg to reveal that he spider had bitten his leg.

Angry that the spider had bit him Saeborn moved to a rock that was just inches away from where he was bit. Just as he sat own on the rock an arrow hit the sandy shore rite where he had been standing just seconds earlier. When the arrow hit the ground the impact made sand fly up into Saeborn's eye causing immediate blindness for about what seemed to Saeborn about 10 seconds.

As Saeborn's vision came back Saeborn realized someone was trying to hunt him down. He immediately knew why the spider had bit him on the leg. Saeborn picked up his flame rod and ran behind a giant bolder that was there. Hopeing the archer would not see him he concentrated his mana. He peeked around the rock trying to find where the man trying to kill him was rangeing from. Saeborn failed to find him but then a arrow whizzed by his head and the wooden shaft of the arrow shattered once it hit the rock. Wishing his eyes were better Saeborn scanned the area where the arrow had came from.

Saeborn was looking in one direction when out of the corner of his eye he saw what looked like a person run up into a tree. He ran up to the tree and looked to find that it was only a squirrel. Saeborn suddenly felt a rush of fear go through his body. At that moment he hoped that he could find some help.

Morgo sat upon shores, his mind in calm and serene. He was oddly peaceful, for the average person would have been afraid from the grim environment. Beside him was body, horribly mutilated, its limbs ripped off, torture methods still visible on his body. The gore seemed as if the massacre was still happening, the pathetic screams and whimpers echoing through the air. The torture had been horrible, to gruesome to describe in words. Morgo encountered a period of two weeks were he didn't kill. When he came upon this man, he made sure that he lived through every cut, gash, and lightning blast. Every minute was filled with misery and agony, Morgo's favorite combination.

The orc had committed that specific crime about 6 hours ago. The poor fool had only died ten minutes ago. For the time being, he relaxed. After he felt re-energized, he approached the body. He grabbed his rope off the body, lifting it up. Attached to the rope was two severed arms, which Morgo untied them from. He lifted a separate section of rope, attached to legs, which the orc again untied.

He continued to walk down the beach, only to see a familiar face. Saeborn was relaxing at the beach, too. But soon, he entered a state of panic as arrows whizzed by his head. He hide behind a boulder. Morgo then rolled as an arrow went towards him, plunging into the sand. He got up, shaking the sand out of his clothes. It seemed that at the same time, an arrow went towards Saeborn.

Upon seeing broken bits of an arrows shaft next to his elf ally, Morgo concluded that there were two archers. Morgo took similar cover behind a rock, saying to Saeborn, "You mind if I use this cover, too?" with a chuckle, taking a humorous approach to the grim situation. "Do you know were the archers are?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face, drawing Denger's Talon.

He glanced above the rock, not bothering to hear a response to Saeborn. He noticed that the arrows were coming from the ocean, not the beach. But upon further inspection, it seemed that a narrow ally of the ocean was a sand bar. The water was only ankle deep, creating a narrow walkway. The sandbar ended in a pathetic island, with a lone tree in the middle. The island was no more than ten feet across, and was actually more of a pile of sand.

Morgo noticed two figures in the tree. "There!" Morgo yelled, pointing, having to swerve his finger to avoid another arrow. It seemed that the two figures knew that Morgo and Saeborn knew their location, for arrows were now coming fast.

((I'm gonna make a total of three bandits. One for each of us to kill :D ))

Kira casually walked through the trees that scattered the shoreline of the Eastern Coast. Her scimitar hung loosely in her hand, fresh blood running down the blade. A body of a young farmer stood not to far by, with a stab wound at his chest, and red line across her neck. She had recently turned to the path of evil, and now began to follow it with more dignity. She didn't torture her victims, like the massive orc, Morgo Domanu, who helped convert her to evil. She killed her victims, because she was paid, or she got angry. The young farmer boy had happened to catch her at a bad day, and asked her to leave his property. Kira did not take to this well, and it ended in his death.

Kira wiped her sword against a tree, hardly cleaning it. She shrugged, and placed it in its sheath anyway, ignoring the blood running across the sheath. Suddenly, an arrow whizzed passed her head. Kira looked quickly, to see its intentional target. There was an orc and an elf, taking cover behind a rather large rock. The orc looked familiar. "Morgo!," Kira gasped, surprised that he hadn't been killed yet for his vicious killings.

Morgo was to intent in combat to realize that she was there, scanning the environment to see were the arrows had been shot from. "There!," he shouted pointing to a small island off a sandbar. There was two archers, firing arrows. They had just released another set of arrows. Kira opened her wings, as if to began to fly, but experienced a sudden burst of pain. She bent forward, letting out a scream. A sword had been pierced through her wing. The warrior wielding it pulled out the sword, and growled at Kira, "you disgusting vermin!."

"You just made the biggest mistake of your life," Kira murmured, flying off the ground with difficulty. The hunter watched in awe as she began to chant, purple runes etching in the air. They flashed violently, and a small shadow stood in its place. Kira continued chanting, and more purple runes etched in the sky, and flashed similarly. In its place stood a larger shadow, and appeared to have a visage of a bird. Kira slowly lowered herself to the ground, raising her hands, signaling the two shadows to attack.

The warrior slashed at the smaller shadow viciously, and rapidly, killing it after a few blows. Kira let out a small laugh from her safe distance away. It was her plan. Her opponent would waste their energy on the small shadow, and the larger one would be a much more difficult opponent.

The birdlike shadow glided towards the man. The man slashed rapidly, but its sword passed through harmlessly. The shadow wrapped around the man, and he let out a scream, that would be his last...

Saeborn looked across the water to see two archers on a small island. Saeborn walked closer to the water to find that there was a sandbar running across the water leading directly to the island. As Saeborn was thinking he realized that for sure he would get shot if he just ran across the sandbar.

As Saeborn ran back to Morgo a arrow went right over his shoulder and into the sand causing the sand to fly into the air. Right when he reached Morgo he looked up to see a man up in the tree aiming an arrow right towards Morgo.

Saeborn ran towards the tree and jumped up onto a branch. As he pulled himself up he saw the man at the top of the tree try and jump to land. As the man jumped the mans bow snapped in two because it fell directly onto sharp rocks. As the man fell he landed on a chopped down tree stump and broke his leg. As the man was on the ground his face started to engulf into tears and screams. As Saeborn took his time to get out of the tree he took his flame rod and delivered a devastating blow to the mans side. Blood was squirting out of the mans mouth Saeborn decided to end his misery. Saeborn took his flame rod once again and whacked it across the mans head. As the man was laying down on the ground his tan face started to become pale.

After Saeborn had killed the man he looked at the other two on the island. All of the sudden Saeborn heard a scream and looked back to see a woman standing there. Ignoring her for the moment Saeborn told Morgo to cross the sandbar and help him kill the two rangers. Saeborn drew his staff and the blood red gem of it turned into flames. Then he muttered some words in the ancient language and a huge pillar of fire fell from the sky directly onto water. As soon as the pillar of fire hit the water a very thick steam covered the sand bar making it easy for Saeborn and Morgo to get across to the island.

Saeborn signaled for Morgo to follow him to the sand bar before to steam cleared up.