(I am not good at starting)

Thunderous drowning and powerful waves of water fall from the sky like small daggers, pelting deeply with a resounding pinging on the silver paladin's armor, now nestled under a spare shelter Marcus left his armor and supplies in the rain. There was no room for clutter under the stars this night. Instead he was forced into quiet seclusion deep within the walls of some shallow cave. Deep in the walls such a quaint way of describing the fact that Marcus a noble Saint was clinging to the barren rock like a babe. For a purpose yes but still slightly weak minded. Marcus knew of the peril he faced standing full and taut in the rain, his muscles would ache more then than they ever could in the darkness of the shallow out crop. His thoughts wondered toward his dreams and before he could realize what had happened sleep took him. He was determined most of the time to shake of this mortal need for the simple dire straight that was survival. HIs heart began to leap faster and faster as he deepened into sleep. Without his knowledge his eyes began to move rapidly under the lids, he was nearing a dream state. His favorite by far, the Gods would be no closer had he attempted to pull down the clouds. An unconscious smile crossed his weary face. His dreams had begun.

Lights surrounded him as Marcus stood at full height in a well weathered and mystic land. Mist and cloud drifted under him and he looked deeper into the horizon. Beautiful tan and golden darts shot through him as he looked into what he could only pictures s Goddesses eyes, warmth surround and engulfed his senses. He could see nothing and everything through her eyes and he knew in that instant his goals would be achieved.

The rain began to tumble and crash down harder with each second, the darkness made this experience seem even more surreal as Marcus jerked from his undying dream. Soon would be the hour when he would look to the horizon once more and see not just a watchful eye but a pleased smile. The Knight crawled from his hovel under the mountains and into the waterfall he waded. The rain was an illusion he knew that he lay under the falls all the while but in the waters rumbling he would be close to his god. Insane perhaps but he longed to look again into the face of immortality.

With an air of authority he reached for his armor and crashed out of the falls, nearly taken down by its raw power he stumbled out of the thunderous waves of water. He sought dry land and with his own worn hands crafted a fire. Lapsed in memory and though Marcus lost accounting of the past few hours that had just flashed before him, now dressed and dry he rose. It was near dawn and the light of the Gods shone on his armor. He stood tall and powerfully built he fit with an odd sense of perfection within his craftsmen’s armor. Paladin's Chainmail as beautiful and darling as the day it was crafted. At his waist a long blade, with room for two hands. Fastening his white cloak around his shoulders his deep blue eyes and blonde hair gave of an aura of divinity. Dosing the fire the gods allowed to be forged he pressed on through the mountains and water wakes. Deep pride in him rose from beneath his gullet as he covered over the rocks and ruins of times forgotten. He pressed on further through the Streams Rivers and watery ways. Through the corner of his eye he could swear a mystic woman or guardian followed him, as he turned to look she was no longer there. The only solution he could muster the Gods had favor for him or a cursing. The latter was not likely. Turning toward his goal, the top of the highest waterfall Marcus the White Saint pressed on harder and a brisker pace.

Vencrest clung to the back of Zekbel, the massive dragon, wind ruffling across his body. Any viewer from below would be shocked at the sight of the massive dragon flying overhead, and the tiny dot riding on the back of the creature, yet he did not care. With this creature, he was invincible and nothing could stop him. He would rain lava down upon them, and stop all who opposed him. Vencrest shoved these thoughts aside, with a smile. He always thought this way about the mighty creature he loved. He was so proud to be the caregiver for the massive creature, and envisioned them together, destroying, conquering and ruling.

"Down there!," He shouted in drow, pointing to a spot below. The dragon banked slightly, and descended to the land below. Zekbel landed with a loud thump, sending nearby birds flying in every direction. Vencrest jumped from the back of the dragon, landing on the ground on his two feet. "Lets get some water," Vencrest said to Zekbel, in drow, the native tongue that they both spoke. He walked forward, the dragon following on his four massive paws.

After a bit of walking, they managed to find a small pound, several small streams leading to it. Vencrest marveled at the sight, water jumping over small rocks, pouring from hills above. It was strange indeed, so many small water falls leading to this pound. 'Surely there must be a larger water fall,' Vencrest thought to himself, craning his neck to look at the hills beyond. He was to low, and would have to climb them to get a better look.

Vencrest approached the pond, and took a long drink from its cool waters. Zekbel did the same, yet draining a visible amount of water from the pool instead. Vencrest laughed at the sight, and then mounted the dragon, and kicked his heels, sending the dragon upward.

"What?!?"

A glint from below had caught Vencrests eye. "A paladin, aye," he said to himself eyeing the thing from above. "Down there," Vencrest murmured to the dragon, and then guiding him with his heels. Zekbel landed, near a massive water fall, like Vencrest had prodicted, and Vencrest jumped off, and approached the paladin. "Hello, my name is Vencrest," Vencrest said suspiciously, eyeing the paladin. Zekbel approached from behind Vencrest, remaining behind him, and wrapped his neck around, so he was eye level with the paladin, staring at him. "What might your name be," he said to him, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Kiesu had once again been traveling through the nearby forest, inevitably lost amongst the dense foliage. Morphine, his small pixie companion, fluttered about around him, weaving inbetween trees. Kiesu just laughed at her a bit because of how foolish it seemed to him. He just gave a a sigh afterwords and looked up into the sky when he came to a small clearing.

Amazement overtook him as he saw a great dragon flying overhead. It seemed strange for a dragon to be flying so closely in the area, but once Kiesu got a better look he could see that there was a being upon it's back. This cannot be good. He thought to himself as he quickly snapped his fingers. He ducked under the canopy of the trees to avoid any detection, he did not wish to find himself fighting a battle that would most likley kill Morphine.

After a small time of traveling he could hear several waterfalls echoing throughout the trees. He chuckled with joy since he and Morphine had run out of water the day before. Joy overtook him and he spirinted, moving swiftly through the trees that attempted to block his path. Finally, he reached a stream, and not too far out he could see the end of the river, and the beginning of a waterfall.

He looked into the air and his joy dissipated as he saw the dragon and it's master still fling in the sky. But now they seemed to be landing. Kiesu ducked back into the trees and watched from a safe point as the dragon landed near the pond at the bottom of the waterfall.

Kiesu followed the river cautiousley and came to it's end. The dragon was hard to miss because of it's size, but Kiesu was not worried about the mighty beast, he was more concerned about it's rider. It took him a moment to see the tamer from his current position but once he saw him he was slightly amazed that it was a drow.

After a moment more of looking he saw the reason that the drow had stopped at that pond. The shimmer of a paladin's armor caught his attention and Kiesu bit his lower lip. Most likely the drow would not attack the paladin before he was ready, but Kiesu felt he needed to be ready just in case. He slowly pulled his shortsword from it's sheath, trying his best to not make any noise from it. And not more then a moment later, Morphine came up next to him, and most likley her glow may give away their presence, but he did not make a move, instead he continued to wait.

The saint Marcus reached the top of one of the highest watery peaks, distressing yes his body yearned to sleep and rest and that would come with time. Once he saved enough money he would by a horse maybe a Pegasi so that his journeys would be at ease. For now he had to continue walking, virtue wrecked his heart and now matter what his urges he pressed on. He would cover the peak soon and then he could rest. It was this same virtue that kept him poor, he refused money when it was not earned no matter the circumstances. He knew it would be foolish to deny all profit for he needed money to live but for now he stuck to old-fashioned labor. Now a days there was more crime than he had ever seen, he would not contribute to this unless that meant bringing sweet justice to these same criminals.

HIs armor clung to him with a sort of unshakable vigor; it was almost as if it sensed there would be something approaching. Maybe it was the knights’ mind playing tricks on him but it would seem his chainmail got closer with each step. His sword at his hip relieved of the stress of a hard sheathing. There was little left to be done he had but to stay his hand on one final rock and his journey to the top would be complete. Now within arms reach he pulled himself to the very top the falls to his right the knight looked down upon his journey. Surprised by his own deeds he continued towards a nearby tree, nothing would be worse than to lose his progress than by slipping and falling off this peak of peaks. When he reached the ancient bark he sat down with a sort of slump, his exhaustion was obvious by now. Luckily very few would bother coming this high very few indeed. With a scoff at his success and his reassured safety he looked up with no intent. It took only one double take for him to realize he was not alone, a dragon red in color shining almost golden against the sun flew overhead. Marcus let out a slight gasp the dragonfear was not strong with him but still there was a slight twinge of respect when these creatures were around ancient in wisdom and years. Sharpening his vision he saw upon its back a dark figure. As the creature grew closer the rider became darker. Confused Marcus wondered how this was possible surely without distance to burden his eyes the rider would be more clear...unless it was a dark creature. OF course it hit him square in the chest the rider was a Drow. By nature Drow's tended to be an evil nature, knowing this Marcus stood with a new found energy.

The great beast's broadside came into view and the rider disappeared as the creature turned to land on the opposite side of the falls. Once his creature landed with a thunderous thump both rider and dragon walked toward him. Crossing the distance rather swiftly Marcus looked up hand on hilt and listened to the introduction with a wry wonder. "Hello, my name is Vencrest." The great dragon's head wisped around this Vencrest in sort of a guardian like manner. With what appeared to be a slightly smoky snort the head rested near Marcus staring eye to great eye with him. Lost in the pearly fire colored gem that was the dragon's eye Marcus hesitated to speak of course it could be impatience or wonder but all the same the Drow known as Vencrest spoke again. "What might your name be?" Shaking himself from the enchantment and wonder Marcus looked to the Drow and spoke freely. "I am Saint Marcus, Knight and free thinker of Lothlomendil's house. Warrior and Knight of the Remnant, its name unknown but soon to be known. I look for no trouble here as I am sure someone so wise as you linked pair can tell by my location." May I ask you purpose here?"

Marcus did not eye or show any sort of facial expression that would press these creatures that were clearly linked and tainted with a slight aura of evil to attack. For as holy as Marcus was in his and hopefully the Gods eyes it would take a near immortal to defeat these two and Marcus knew that. Removing his hand from the hilt of his blade he attempted to show that he was not interested in war.

Vencrest paused as he listened to the gleaming paladin speak. "I am Saint Marcus, Knight and free thinker of Lothlomendil's house. Warrior and Knight of the Remnant, its name unknown but soon to be known. I look for no trouble here as I am sure someone so wise as you linked pair can tell by my location. May I ask you purpose here?" Vencrest paused, staring into the armor worn by the mortal. Something was odd, something in the reflection in it. It was not normal to the scenery, there was something odd waiting near by the two of them.

Vencrest's continued looking at the Marcus, his gaze becoming distracted. He remembered the question he asked, but kept his gaze wondering, to find what had caused such an odd gleam. "Uh, yes. I am here because I am traveling to a nearby town to stock on supplies. I came across your gleam of armor, and thought I might stop by." In truth, he did want to stop by, but to ridicule the paladin's belief. He was evil, and so he found pleasure in mocking those who were good. He would have normally pursued in mocking Marcus, but may be the paladin would prove to be more than a foolish religious zealot. May be this mortal would help him defeat the source of the shimmer, if it was a thing at all.

Vencrest's wandering gaze finally found the source of the strange light. It was a faire, flying near a bush. Vencrest spotted a odd looking humanoid waiting near it. 'That was stupid, I would not have spotted him if not for that odd glowing,' Vencrest thought to himself. Vencrest dropped his voice low, so that he wasn't whispering, but that it would be unheard by the eavesdropper.

"Dear paladin, I had come here on different intentions, but may be this could turn out to be much more beneficial to the both of us. May be it was fate that brought us to this battle. You see, another being is watching us in the near bushes. If you look carefully, without raising suspicion, you should find him next to a glowing fae creature. I do not know what his intentions are, but I am going to fire an ice arrow. If he dodges it, and has good intentions, he will approach saying so, not provoking a fight, and if he is hit by that arrow, he will not die, and we can heal his wounds. If he wishes ill harm on us, then let a fight begin!"

With that, Vencrest channeled energy into his arm, a light blue glow appearing. Suddenly, he jumped into a combat stance, his hand outstretched. From it, a magic arrow of ice jumped forth, hurdling towards the being in the bush.

Kiesu watched intently for a bit and then noticed Morphine, in plain sight, watching the two men as well. He let his jaw drop in amazement before lighting out a sigh and shaking his head. He looked back down and saw that the Drow was looking directly up at them, mainly Morphine. Kiesu quickly turned his look to Morphine and grabbed her, cupping Morphine in his hands and making sure her glow did not peer through.

He looked down and saw the drow again but with an considerably big amount of energy flowing through his arm and a glow grew brighter. He took an archer's stance and not any more than a moment later a blue bolt came shooting at where Kiesu was with Morphine. He ducked out of the bolt's way and caught a glimpse of it, seeing that it was in the shapw of an arrow instead of a formless blew streak.

He watched in astonishhment, not even paying attention to the fact he was now out in the open. the bush he had been hiding it was now frozen and icey. Kiesu could feel the chill from where he was lying and he finally gathered enough sense to stop gawking at that near miss.

He turned his head to the Drow and shouted as loud as he could. "What in the Hell possesed you to shoot at me!? I knew drows were dark but that was ridiculous!" He chuckled a bit while he shouted this and let out a sigh of relief as he let Morphine go to see what they had just avoided.

He jumped down from his location and landed near the Paladin, a loud Thud greeted him when he landed. He then took the second he had before coming up to jump back away from thte paladin as well in case he thought to attack him. "I take it your the dragon's master?" Kiesu asked the drown with an enxhausted look. Surviving the drw's attack was extremely difficult fr him, he was still amazed he avoided it.