The early mist on the lake created a bright glisten, after being prodded by the newly risen sun. The lake looked quiet and Valmyr wished he had a boat at that time to just sit in the middle and fall asleep in the early mist. Instead he found a spot under a tree and just lulled to sleep, letting the sounds of nature soothe him like they used to, thinking of Gabrielith and Alec, and letting the thoughts of them consume his conciousness.

Prisca wandered over to the lake, near her favorite spot, and sat down with a sigh. She slipped out of her backpack and pushed it back, then laid down and used it as a pillow as she stared out at the sun. "Stupid brother." she muttered to herself, thinking of the night before. Prisca rolled over to her side and saw another person relaxing through the bushes.

"Up I go." she said, rising to her feet, picking up the backpack. "Might as well make a new friend, he's in my spot, anyways." Prisca smiled to herself; she was a pretty friendly hobbit, and quickly made friends with most everybody. She went over to the stranger and plopped down. "Hullo." she said with a smile. "Nice mornin.'"

What little smile he had faded at the words of another. "can i help you little one? this lake has many places to hide and even more secrets to discover, what do you need from an old necromancer like myself?" He opened his eyes and looked at the lake, ignoring the sight of another creature. "What is your name young one?"

Kiesu pushed his way through the dense foliage as he made his way to Lake Aelin. A pink light lit up in between the trees as Morphine raced him to the lake. Kiesu held her back sveral times as he jumped into the trees, launching from branch to branch and then coming down. They finally reached Lake Aelin and they could now rest. Kiesu removed his cloak and crashed his red skinned, demonic body against the ground, being careful to not crush his wings or his pixie friend. "Ha, ha! I won Morphine." Kiesu said in joy as Morphine gave a small pout. Kiesu raised his head and saw another necromancer along with a hobbit. "Oh well, if they know about this place maybe they won't want to fight." Kiesu said as he layed his head against an old oak tree.

Sensing a presence he looked around, spying the necro-demon "AH so another of my class has joined us little hobbit. i do hope he is friendly or there may not be much of either of us left, i hope your not afraid of the dark" Valmyr chuckled a little and shouted "OLOTH!" instantly a dark orb appeared in his hands and then everything around him became total black, he start to make his escape a few trees away, sitting up in one and relaxing until the orb faded and the sun would come back to burn his eyes once more.

Jaina was passing near the lake when she senced dark magic taking place. When she senced the dark magic she started walking toward it because she was curios what is causing it. After few minutes of walking everything became dark though she was without a sight she was able to sense that it was getting dark which was strange considering that the sun have just arise. Then she heard the noise from the water in hte lake and when she kneeled to wash her hands she heard some strange noises and said "Who is there?" Jaina was sure that there is someone but she was not ble so see him or them and so she awaited a reply.

It was really early morning. Felicia could sence it.....the chilling breeze carresed her flawless skin..the birds and other creatures were waking up as she strode across the forest towards the lake. She wished to be alone with her thoughts about dear ones that she lost and about the one she even hadn't a chance to know since birth. Her mother has died giving a birth to Felicia so her father was her only trusty person besids her nanny. He was her friend, brother, adviser and defender...Her father was everything to Felicia and then....her boyfriend took away him from her. Remembering it Felicia senced as a tears forms in her black and blind eyes....glistening like jewels...hiding sadness still..

She was wearing a dress of welvet that reached the ground, a dark welvet cloak with a hood whitch hid the beautyful face of hers and a sandals that adorned her delicate feet. Everything fits her perfectly...no matter what she would wear...From her sadened and supressed by old memories heart, a song escaped her lips...ea song like an angel's sighing...flowing from deep inside of her and flying to the world..

You were once
my one companion . . .
you were all
that mattered . . .
You were once
a friend and father -
then my world
was shattered . . .
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
wishing you were
somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here . . .
Wishing I could
hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I
never would . . .
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could . . .
Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you,
the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .
Too many years
fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past
just die . . .?
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
knowing we must
say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength
to try . . .
No more memories,
no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across
the wasted years . . .
Help me say
goodbye

Prisca was so startled, she wasn't sure at all of what to say. When the necromancer spoke to her, she seemed to be at a loss for words, she seemed to have forgotten even her own name. A Necromancer! she thought, half excitedly and half terrified. And here I am just above pretending to be a mage!

Then the darkness fell and Prisca was left clutching her backpack to her small chest, her knees digging into the bottom of the bag, her back pressed tightly against the tree she did not know Vladmyr was now in. She heard people approaching, perhaps two? She did not know, her eyes were still closed. A beautiful, sad song reached her ears, and she felt her own voice longing to meet it, match it in a friendly combat of song. Besides magic, that was what Prisca loved, she fumbled at magic, but songs flowed easily from her lips... when she had the confidence to sing in public.

After the song, Prisca finally lifted her head from her bag and opened her eyes, spotting the two people that had come. Jaina was the first she had seen, and then saw the one who was the singer: Felicia.

"H- hullo." Prisca said cautiously, inwardly kicking herself for her stuttering. She clutched her backpack tightly with her left hand, her right twitching. She quickly put that hand into a fist, so as not to attract too much attention to her fear. True, she wanted a bit of excitement in her life, but she was an old-fashioned hobbit: not too much adventure, if none at all. "I'm Prisca Brandybuck." she said, trying to sound formal. She cleared her throat. "Uh.. hobbit."

Jaina heard the song and immidietly recognised who was the singer, Then came voice greeting then telling the name and after that 'hobbit' and Jaina was starteld by it and quickly stood up sayng "I'm Jaina and i mean no harm." She said that she brings no harm because didnt knew how Prisca would react to her pressence and she didnt knew if she was the one responsible for the darkness. "Forgive my ignorance but waht is this Hobbit?" Jaina asked because she never met a hobbit before and thought that this is her nickname. THen she asked once again "Are you the one responsible for the darkness?" Then she moved her head as if she was looking around.

Prisca laughed, perhaps a bit too nervuosly, and she tighted her fist as her hand started shaking agian. "No, I didn't cause the darkness," she said. "There was someone else here, but..." she trailed off, looking around cautiously.

"Wait," she said, taking a step foward, a smile playing on her face. "Are you to tell me you don't know what a hobbit is?" she asked with an incredious air. She looked down at her hairy feet, then back up at Jaina, as if looking herself over. "Well, I'm a hobbit!" she said, her eyebrows raised, brushing a strand of curly hair out of her face. "My name's Prisca." She paused nervously. "Um. You are?"

After a song a sad sigh escaped her lips and a strange sence visited her..as if would sence a ghost beside her. Felicia looked around quckly with her black blind eyes as if would try to see something. The energy was ever so familiar.....ever so half wicked.....Felicia shuddered...." Who's threre?" she asked and kept wawlking after recieving only a deadly silence as a response. "Can't you recognize me, Felicia?" a familiar voice asked from no where. The voice echoed from all around. Felicia recognized the voice and triped onto something falling dwn to the ground." S-Seiyra..?" she asked getting up onto her feet. But there was no response anymore.Instead she heared few people talking and pondered if she should avoid of them and just continue her journey or stop by and say 'hello'? But she isn't used to behave like it.....to friendly...is hard to Felicia even if she's already changing.

"I'm Jaina. And i understand that you are hobbit but what is that?" jaina was very curios about this hobbit and even forgot all about the darkness. Then while awaiting the response she made few speps forward and extended her right hand for a handshake. "Do you know where the one responsible for this have gone?" She wanted to find him because if he was powerful enough to cast such a darkness he was bound to have means to help her cure from the blindess that she receved in the slave camp not long ago.

Kiesu was not strtles when the necromancer used the orb of darkness for a quick escape, but he we more suprised by the fact that the Lake was starting to get crowded. He let out a sigh before stnading and keeping his distance from the newcomers. He let a sigh escape from his mouth as he picked up his cloak and put it on. He would have been okay with the necromancer and the hobbit but that case was starting to vanish. As he attempted to leave his stomach growled with hunger. He had not eaten for several days and that fact gave away his presense, but luckily he was cloaked so they could not see his face. He had an embaressed look on his face even though he did not show it. He hoped that whatever would happen next would be good.

"I don't really know who did that," Prisca admitted. "But I met him shortly, and he didn't really introduce himself... then he said something about hoping I wasn't afraid of the dark -" here Prisca paused and scoffed. "-and then it happened." she shrugged.

She thought for a moment about how to explain what a hobbit was. "Well," Prisca said thoughtfully. "If you don't really know what a hobbit is- lots of people pretend and then make fun of us- just think of me as a really short human. We're decendants of them, you could say."

When Jaina heard thedescription that was given to her she kneeled and said "I'm sorry i didnt mean to sound like i'm gloating you. And know this i will never make fun of anybody no matter what." then she again extended her hand for a handshake. And she hoped that her questions for Prisca didnt sound like mocking her because Jaina never met a hobbit befor and even if she did she was not able to see it. The time she was speaking to Prisca Jaina could read the surface thoughts of few more poeple but they were incomplete and strange somehow and she was wondering how many more companins they had.

"Oh, it's quite alright." Prisca said, shaking Jaina's hand. "Hobbits are usually the size of human children, about... say, six or eight years old. We're usually mistaken for them actually, but we don't mind too much," Prisca paused and winked. "We get away with so much more!" She wasn't so sure that she should be hinting at mischevious facts when she was in fact twenyty years old, but then again, Hobbits did tend to live longer than humans, so technically she was still a teenager.

Prisca watched Jaina with a curious expression. "What are you thinking?" she asked. "Ya look as if you're reading someone's mind or something!" she smiled a bit, but a thought was hiding behind that smile: she had seen a wizard read people's minds once, and they had had a thoughtful expression just like the one Jaina wore now.

Jaina smiled when the Prisca said that they are the size of a child. THen Prisca asked what is whorng and that Jaina look like she is reading someonees thoughst "Yes indeed i'm but they are blurred and i cant make out anything. And dont worry they are not yours. Besides i'm not doing in on purpose i just hear the surface thoughts in my head... it is very stragne and even freaky." Then after few more seconds Jaina thought to cheer up Prisca and reached into her pack grabing a stone and the she placed it on the ground. After that she said some words and touched the stone after that it grew legs and arms and even a face and started to dance and to run at free will. "I can sense that you have potential for magic in you. Have you ever tryed to cast spells?"

Prisca went a bit red when Jaina told her that she wasn't reading her thoughts; not that Prisca was thinking anything bad, but someone reading her thoughts was just a bit too strange for her! Not that I'd probably know, Prisca thought bitterly.

She watched with amazement, her eyes growing immesely wide as she saw the rock dance around on its hands and legs, with a face that expressed pure happiness. "How on this good green earth..?" Prisca muttered to herself, unable to say much more. When Jaina spoke to her once more, Prisca looked up from watching the stone and into the other's eyes.

"I - I've - I - well, never anything - well, yes, but -" Prisca stopped her flustered babbling, and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Well." she said a moment later. "No." Her eyes were still wide as she stole another glance at the stone. "I - I am practing magic, but I really, it's really just tricks, you know, like disappearing coins..." she fished her wand out of her backpack. "See this thing, I don't really do much with this thing..." She looked a bit hopelessly at Jaina. "I'm hoping maybe I can though. Someday. Maybe."

But hobbits aren't supposed to have adventures! a strong voice said in the back of Prisca's mind. Bilbo! she thought back at her fear's voice. And Frodo! Sam! Peregrin and his cousin Merry! I can do this! I am not afraid... I am not!

Jaina could not block the thoughts of every one especialy when she was doing something and the thoughts of the hobbit could clearly be heard "You will know if i was reading your thoghts. Besides i would never read anyone thoughts without premission." Then there was the babbling and Jaina smiled and said "Dissapearing coins are nothing they are not magic." When Prisca told Jaina to see the want she gave a sigh and said "I cannot see it. My sight was lost.... it was taken from me not long ago." Then smiled again and said "If you wish i can guide you until grasp the basic of the spell casting and the real magic not the triks. Now i will show you true magic." Then she muttered "Ande'thoras-ethil." and just few inches away from her a water elemental was spawned from the nothing. "See this is the water elemental." Then she muttered few more words "Ash Karath!" and from her pawn a fireball flew to the water elemental and when it clashed they both dissapeared. "If you wish to study magic arts you must start with something simple and then evolve it until it become what you wish to be."

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Prisca said when Jaina told her she was blind, bowing her head in shame, even though she knew now that Jaina could see her. "I -I cannot imagine.."

But suddenly the moment was gone and Prisca was left watching in wonder as Jaina played with the elements, showing off her talent. Once again Prisca was watching Jaina's magic with amazement. "Wow..." she breathed, watching the water and fire. "Oh, I could never use your time up," she said hurridly. "Hobbits are terrible with magic, terrible! I can only heal minor cuts and bruises, helpful for when my kin dive into brambleberry bushes." Here Prisca could not supress a smile. "But I thank you very kindly for the offer. I'm really a singer; preformin' my little magic tricks is th' only thing that brings in th' money."

Valmyr heard all of the voices gathering around him and the presence of others, he was starting to get uncomfortable with someone asking where he was so he hopped from tree to tree and landed behind the hobbit but speaking clearly to Jaina "Why do you wish to know the location of the darkness spellcaster human? Wait a minute, what is your full name Miss Jaina?" He started to get an uneasy feeling in his stomach as if he had seen her before and heard of her powers.

"there is no reason to appoligizse you didnt knew besides i'm not offended so easy." THen she gave a smile and said "No race is terrible with magic. You just need to practise a bit and you will have it all under control. And when i arrived at this place i only could heal my cuts and bruses as well but now i posses much stronger spells." Then she smiled and said "Soon you will understand that money is not everything. But do as you wish." Then to persuade her a bit Jaina left her pack on her left and without touching it she lifted it with her telekenesis. "All is very easy." Then some one spoke behind her and at first she was startled so as she was kneeling she got up and turned. "Non of your consern. My... name is Jaina Proudmoore." She senced that this was the one who casted the darkness and she tryed to evade his first question.

He smirked at the name "Then you might know an old aquaintence of mine. He goes by the name of Prince Arthas. How is the lad these fine days?" He turned to the hobbit real quick "And why would you be afraid of an old drow like myself. I do not have any real necronomical abilities just yet. Only that globe of darkness i use to escape from situations i dont wish to be in, like with that necromancer demon across the way, or even the black eyed woman who approaches"

"I -I'm not really afraid." she said. "I just- well, hobbits don't really like adventure." she finished up lamely. "But I'm trying." she quickly tried to add. She carefully picked up her backpack and slung it over one shoulder then backedup, watching the conversation between Jaina and Vladmyr, wondering what in the world, or who in the world, was the 'black-eyed woman.' Even hearing the ominious name frightned Prisca a little.

Jaina was furious when she heard about Arthas and hissed "The bastard is dead!" Though he was dead to a point he was prety much alive somewhere. She hated to speake about him after what he have done. Jaina wanted to warp her hands around the nack of the necromancer and choke him but she didnt do it because he might have got weapons and kill her or cast some spell on her. "Dispell this darkness at once! There is nothing to be afraid of us! Besides if we were to fight the darkness would stop no one." Then she quickly used her telekenesis to pick up her pack and put it on her back with the two warps around her shoulders.

He was disappointed "I am sorry to hear the rumors are true Lady Proudmoore. I did not know if the lich truly existed. I mean no harm or offense when i say these things and i know i do not need be in a battle lock with a mage as powerful as yourself. As for the dark orb, another minute or so it should dissipate, i do not have the power to unsummon things, i am but a simple acolyte in these darker arts. And little hob... Miss Prisca, i do not wish for creatures to fear me, i am not like my Kin.

Carevo was a shadow; he clung to the lake and the events surrounding it, as it was a source or a link to his past. With a flicker of hatred he remembered that fateful night, the night he had been bitten. It had not been long ago and the cursed werewolf bit him somewhere...Ah there it was Carevo brushed aside a newly grown bush. It had been five years this falls and like every year he took time out of his slaughter to return to this place and mourn. He was a creature a mortal creature and thus he had emotion. A black tinge and a chip on his shoulder corrupted Carevo. He was quick to judge and quicker to act, easily angered and brash Carevo was not exactly subtle. In fact he made quite an effort to be as obvious as possible. He never hid his intent with a smirk he laughed at himself for analyzing his being.

He turned his head north, his hair fell down gently exposing his face and the subtle transitions as he looked out to the lake the moon shone bright, still there was a fading effect of orange on the horizon it would be dawn soon. Carevo almost smiled as he thanked the werewolf for having bitten him for even though he was not the undead before then he had a strong dislike for sunlight now he was a little more adjusted to his existence. The sun god rose from his slumber and his radiance toppled over the trees. It would be daylight within a few minutes. Mist of a rainbow and chromatic design rose from the lake. In this light it would seem almost sublime. Carevo's thoughts wandered to the Gods of the water and things of this nature where they causing this mist to rise. With a mental and physical shake Carevo came crashing down out of his nature as he watched in the distance a Drow rudely interrupt his thought.

Carevo waited...looking down rather quickly he realized he was crouching and beginning to make a war like transformation from the vulnerable man to the hardened beast. Gaining control he reverted rapidly to his previous form. In the distance he watched the Drow move down the bank and sit below a tree. Carevo was angered to find a hobbit of sorts come waddling up. Humans and the like came form afar as well. A gravitous force drew them there, Carevo was conscious of them all and yet his mind wandered to those long years ago.

At the age of 15 Carevo a young lad lived with his parents, a squatting pair of farmers with a young teenager with way to many dreams. Carevo would sit alone wondering why his differences with his parents did plague him. After many conversations with himself he made the decision that he was not a creature of horror but of misfortune, they could not be his parents they were to simple. Convinced of this Carevo made a journey through his closets of family history and discovered that he was indeed adopted. Or bought, he was sin all sense a slave but oddly he was never treated as such. Still distressed he traveled out to the dismay of his "parents" deep into the world of Arda. He dredged through many towns in search of the truth; due to his size he was able to always seek employment as a laborer.

On one fine day he managed to track down his family, according to texts in the Panamar Library his was the descendent of a line of royalty. Ecstatic he read on, to his dismay he discovery that his line was cursed and exiled by the kings of Arda, the Gods themselves refused to acknowledge their existence. Feeling as though he had failed, he continued on through the lands with no purpose. Continually seeking work as a laborer he found a permanent job with a shipping company. The work was indeed hard but he managed it.

One dark evening Carevo struck out to complete his duties, it was later than usual but then again a shipment had just arrived that night. Continuing his odd method of reasoning he traveled over the docks with his shipment, he neared his destination when he was stark mad to find a hobo of sorts drunken waddling on the docks. Angered he let go of his load and allowed it to come to rest against a docking port. He approached the man with confidence and anger, he would scare him of and if he was lucky of the drink too. The drunk spotted him approaching and ducked down behind a few barrels. Carevo came loser to the barrels and having arrived at the location he peered a little nervously over the wooden ale stock. He saw the man cowering and staring at the ground. Ashamed at his attitude Carevo attempted to help the man, at first the drunk accepted, but within seconds the beastly drunk ripped off the cloak, to reveal an undead complexion and sharp pointed fangs. He was no drunk but a Vampire and a famished one at that, he ripped into the still stunned Carevo, sucking and drinking deeply. All life drained from Carevo and with the Vampire complete in his thirst it ran for the hills leaving Carevo nearly dead on the floor.

Later in the day one of the shipmen that was expecting an arrival of stock struck out toward the shipping company Carevo worked at, on his way he found a nearly dead Carevo lying unconscious on the wooden planks. In a sort of motherly anguish the sailor picked up Carevo and charted him off to a nearby clergymen and healer. It was a long and ponderous night but Carevo survived the bite and in turn feigned death and rebirth. Nights passed and though he was infected by the vampire's bite the sailors quick action kept the curse at bay. Once Carevo was well enough he left the clergymen and healer and made the decision to go home, he would face his parents and explain it to them.

One night after a long day of traveling Carevo set up camp, he was excited nearly to days from home he was almost there. That was the night that Carevo realized it was his family no matter where is blood had come from. Happy with himself he set out to gather a bit of food from one of his saddlebags when suddenly a massive woven beast jumped from the forest. It snarled and bites at its chomps hoping for a meal and Carevo was a meal. Enraged it jumped onto the young boy and bit deeply into his abdomen. Blood gushed form the wound and the woven creatures eyes turned blood red, it was excited by its meal it was hungrier than it had been. Suddenly the creature felt sort of sick, it backed off the screaming Carevo and began to hack and cough. Black sludge poured form its mouth and just as it was there one moment the next it fell in a heaping lump at Carevo's foot.

Darkness took Carevo it engulfed him. Sparkling lights and bone-crunching agony erupted in him as his body crept into death. It was pulled from Death's hands by a massive dark creature. Carevo's eyes turned black and in that moment he was no longer human. His consciousness was still there but he had the desires of a beast. Deep in his dreams he heard a woman scream and a strong voice yell "Awaken!"

Carevo lurched up; his body to his surprise had no injury, no qualm and no foul. He was whole. Excited he leapt up he was but to days from home, he felt better than ever, happy almost. He continued for the farm.

Carevo was angry with himself almost ashamed has he come out of this dazed memory. Frustrated he looked out toward the creatures he was watching before. He began to lick his chomps and with a short lived desire and seeing the creatures still rested on the bank he came forward out of the bushes guised as a human. He approached like a fox...

Prisca half-forced a smile to the Necromancer- she knew what it was like when people assumed you were just like your kin. She thought unfondly of her brother who she ahd had a fight with the night before, and her little cousin, who was so quick to cause trouble and easily able to blame it on anyone else.

"I think just the sight of you unsettled my heart," Prisca adimtted. "For even hobbits know what it is that your kin have done." she immediately regretted how harsh that sentence sounded. "I mean, it is a terrible thing to be related to your kin sometimes." Prisca paused and looked up at the sky briefly, then back at Vladmyr with a disgruntled kind of sigh. "And speaking of, they'd probably be a' lookin' for me about now. They wouldn't stray a' too far though... you must know how the old saying about Hobbits and Adventures goes." Prisca made a face at this, despite she was already feeling a bit homesick.

"Wait!" Jian said "If you know him then you know that we are from another realm. And to know him personaly you must have met him. And to meet him you must have traveled between hte realms. Tell me where i may find a device to take me home and i shall give you all the riches you desire." Then there was the conversation between the necromancer and the hobbit about the kin and how bat it was to be considered bad only because some one have dont bad things. But the portal was more important to her than the conversation and she dearly hoped that he know where one such portaly may reside.

When Kiesu heard about the blonde woman's interest in a telepoting item Kiesu had no choice but to jump in. Which is what he did, he jumped over to them and cut into the conversation. "I am sorry but if you are trying to leave arda, you cannot leave that way." Kiesu said with a sigh. "I am Kiesu Shiinto and I will explain to you the importance of this item being hidden. When you use this item you are looking for, it will stay here on Arda. The bad part is that if just one person knew where it was the entire balance of Arda would be destroyed, leaving arda dead." Kiesu let out a sigh as he turned and sat on a rock, his face still hidden. "Sorry to burst your bubble but I'l make you a new one. there is a way to leave Arda other than the item but it is however difficult."

Prisca tried not to sigh as she looked up at the sun- her family would surley be looking for her now. She felt terrible to leave all the oppertunities of making friends behind her, but she knew she should be on her way. "I'm so sorry," she said to the people around her, feeling terribly guilty to duck out on such a perfect occasion. "But I must leave now. My family..."

She made a face, thinking about her wretched family. The family that was holding her back, the family that gave her fears about adventures, the ones who told her she would be killed if she as much stepped out of the town's border's. And look at her now! Near a lake a ways away from town, consulting with peoples immensely differents from hobbitses! What would her family think now?

"I hope I can be of an adventurious sort next time," Prisca said hastily. "But now I really must be going." And with a small wave and a sorrowful smile, she walked off back towards her most ordinary life, dreaming of the most extroadinary things.

He looked at the hobbit and smiled a goodbye then turned back to Jaina "Yes i have met the young prince, that was before he nearly killed my dear friend Illidan, I was banished after Illidan's imprisonment by my people and forced to live underground. But the way i got here was strange, after my wife and child were taken from me the great power that was in them was released, creating a portal to Arda, i had little choice when its great gravitational force pulled me in, and iv been here wandering as a necromancer ever since."

JAina heard Kiesu explenation and at first sorrow arose in her knowing that she cannot leave. But then he said that there is another way but it was hard to get to it "No matter how hard it is if you tell me where it is i will owe you everything even my life." Then the little hobbit said that she is leaving and JAina said "I hope that we meet again. And think about what i have told you for the magic." Then Jaina turned her head toward Valmyr and said "I'm sorry to hear about your family but if it was not for you necromancers i migh not have been here. But i hold no bad feelings toward you. I just want to leave this place once and for all."

Kiesu breathed heavily through his teeth before explaining it to her. "The other way could cost you your life before you reach it. It also takes about five years to acomplish. I know this because I did it once and ended up on a planet that for some reason had only two continents. I immediatley had to leave because it turned out that I was in the middle of a war between orcs and humans, so I do not especially want to go back there. I think this may have been your home. but anyways, gruling torment and five years to do it. It is differant for everybody and not all necromancers are complete jerks. I met this one who was an undead, he tried to draft me into his undead army, I think his name was Ner'zhul."

She listened to the explenation and she knew of the battle he spoke of. Then when he mentoned the name Ner'zhul chills ran on her spine because he was the one who brought this suffering upon her world. "No matter of what i must do tell me where to go and how to find it!" Now it was the second thing that matter for her and she was determined to find it and go away from this place no matter the cost. "I will gladly pay any prise to get to it." Jaina said and hoped that he will tell her where to find this mean of travel.

Felicia was still in a forest pondering why Seira appeared and disappeared so all of a sudden, ponderingh if she should approach them all but she senced something was wrong. Her sixth sence could not leave her all the time ever since she heared Seiyra's voice. The she heared a sounds made by Carevo and decide to sneak upon him and prevent him from doing anything terrible. She stood behind him with her black blind eyes closed and then spoke to careve from behind firmly." I hope you are not going to do anything that you would regret for lateer, sir?" she said. Her voice sounded seriously and more as a warning that she would do anything to prevent Carevo from hurting those strangers and especialy Jaina."And did you know that sneak up on people from behind like that is not very nice..."

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Carevo the mighty beast turned on this newcomer, her stature told Carevo two things one that she might be blind or handicapped in some way and most importantly that she was easy prey. She spoke to him in a stern voice accusing him of treachery or malice. Though that would be his intent if these peasants did not prove useful to him Carevo was slightly confused for his intent was clearly masked and not easily perceived. She must possess some ability allowing her to probe his mind. Carevo would be more cautious, turning toward the lake he was certain only half his face was visible to the men and creatures he was watching before and of course the other half exposed to the newcomer. With a trained sense of control Carevo allowed only half of his face to transform and only half to remain. It was quite a sight indeed, the black slivering veins once again appeared on his face and his eye turned to a pool of darkness once again.

With a sudden shutter he turned full force on this newcomer and coming especially close to her face he spoke in a low but commanding tone.

"It compels me that one who claims to be a righteous protector and one of pure decision comes from behind my flank to address and query me. It is curious that such a creature would be influenced by these people and would attempt to feign death even at the hands of your defeat. SO is it not clear you are out-matched leave me be or suffer the dire consequences."

With a simple and poised attitude be again toward the creatures he had so fiendishly watched before, then the games began once more. He came closer to them and allowed himself shudders of transformations allowing his body to increase in size making him more imposing. With each step he became more intimidating and with a quick leap he turned and spun over the pathetic creature, reaching for a low lying branch he clung to it with his bare foot. Still in an enhanced human form he peered down at these creatures and began to question them.

"SO what do you fiends have in common? Why have you come to this place/ Most importantly what use is your life?"

He could not be more blunt and having been satisfied with his question and his lack of finesse or eloquence he waited and his insides churned. The beast overtook him and the answers came to short, angered he turned over and leapt from the branch.

"To long have I waited. Die now or prove yourself worthy of life"

His transformation again began...Carevo now battle hungry and angry allowed he to be engulfed and corrupted by the evil in his heart. Vengeance and bloody malice swept through his veins. Black and silver slivering strips of darkness crept up each arm, claws black and sharp extended from each hand. His muscles bulged and his mind raced through images of torture and destruction. His snout began to elongate and transform into a rough and rugged wolven point. His eyes began to transcend to a deep and captivating black color. The smoky veins of darkness crept up over his abdomen as his body crunched and weaved with the transformation. His ribs cracked and jutted out his muscles strengthened and his body elongated. His weight increased under the writhing mass that he had become. His body now fully consumed by the darkness stood, seven foot tall with a five-inch extension. His mass had increased form an average two hundred pounds to a gargantuan three hundred pounds. With a dark eye he looked to his foe armed tooth and claw.

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She frowned at Carevo's answer. Not because it was rude but because he underrestmated. Yes..Felicia is blind but she is not weak nor she is easy pray. Nay!. Felicia has trained alot to overcome her blindness and make it into a her advantage. She didn't need eyes to be a good fighter. From Azlateen she learned much more. " Don't tell me what to do and what not, scum" she scoffed at Carevo. " One of them is my best friend and i am not going to let you to kill her...nor any of them.." she yelled at him in anger and roze her hand. Trying to track Carevo with her secound vision whitch allows her to see auras her fingertips began to sparkl with electrocity and she shot few lightning bolts towards Carevo.All of them hits nearby him almost hitting him.She missed on purpose only to warn him but if he will not retreat she will do much worse if need be."Leave now or suffer yourself, scum!" she yelled at Carevo again. " If you will dare to touch any of them i swear i will turn your pathetic life into hell on earth...you will curse the very day you came to this.." she said and now her voice sounded even more firm and stern. And she now didn't seem as an easy pray.


Felicia had a big deal with getting to trust two people and now that she trusts Jaina she is not getting to lose her.If there will be any need, Felicia will give her life for her but first she will do her hardest to fight and protect her and the others. She now stood in a fighting stance, one hand ready to shoot lightning and the other ready to reach and grab for her katana. Felicia is not as bad as Carevo thinks she might show him many surprises that she has learned with Azlateen and before him. " Now i will say only once cause i don't like to repeat myself.....leave or die....thought i don't want to fight but i will if needed.....you are only a hybrid but i do have a heart of a wolf so you better leave cause i will make a stake from you if you will touch them..." she said. Her blind eyes seemed to flame with anger as if Saiyra would be within her. Felicia knew she is gone and has now to fight on her own withought her darker demonic side but such life. Seiyra left her to safe her and now she's ready to do anything to protect her own friend. Perhaps...but only perhaps..it will happen a miracle and Saiyra will return to her?...

"Ah, well, you see. uuuuugh." Kiesu sighed before responding. "You have to give up... everything on Arda. People you know, memories you cherished, you have to give up everything you had on Arda. It was easier for me because I had nothing on Arda in the first place. So, if you are willing to risk losing everything here, then I will tell you, otherwise your stuck here, sorry." Kiesu groaned slightly at the thought of giving up everything he currently had before sighing and asking Morphine to go get some fruit.

Jaina was nota aware that there is a battle comming instead she was talking to the man that offered a way back. Then he said that she must leave everything behind even her momories but she could not do so. Instead she walked toward him and when she was just few inches infront of him she dropped her staff and warped her palms on his throat and started to squiese "Tell me where it is!" Then when she realised what she was doing Jaina relesed him and made few steps back and started to mummble "I'm ...sorry....i didnt want...forgive...me...please" She did it because violence was never answer to anything but yet she left her instincts anger and rage to take over but she regreated it all her life.