Disciple walked into a small tavern in a fair appearance. He was a shapeshifter, and tonight, he would have some fun....He walked over to a villager that looked like a mountain, he was so huge, and said, "You know, that guy over there told me that you are a fool, and he wanted to duel you." He pointed to an angry man who was sitting at the bar. Needless to say a huge fight broke out, and after learning the truth, the huge man cmae up to disciple. "You know, I really hate liars. How about we take this outside." the large man said, crackling his knuckles. "Sure. Why not." was Disciple's reply. As they walked outside, Disciple knocked him out cold when the man wasn't looking with his staff. He won't stay unconscious for long, but I'm sure his skull will be crushed long before then... disciple thought. He then took his staff and ran it through his skull, killing him instantly. He laughed a little...wiped himself off, and walked back in...this would be a fun night..

Ploay was walking though town looking for a place to rest for the night. She saw a tavern and it was lit up. As she walked closer Ploay noticed a dead body as she was about to enter the tavern. She saw that the wound on the guy, it was a round hold in his head. Looking closer she saw how the skull was crushed. Whoever did this knew how to kill that was for sure. She bet that the one who did it was in the tavern. She yawned out of sleepiness and thought that maybe something interesting was going on. She lightly raised her shoulders and let them down. ‘A killer,’ Ploay thought to herself. Now that would be an adventure.

She walked in the tavern and saw big guys drinking and a few tired people whoo were about to pass out at a table. She sat down at a table and looked around. She kept her eyes open and concentrated on finding the killer. She folded her fingers together and rested her elbows on the table as she rested her chin on her fingers. She lightly hummed to herself. She spook out loud so everyone could hear her but not in a yelling voice. Her voice was hard to sense her emotion as she said, “anyone know who killed that guy out there?” Silence hanged in the air for a few moments.

Disciple walked up to her in the form of a fair woman, and said, "No, I don't. But I saw somebody rush upstair a moment ago, but I didn't see much of them...Hope that helps." She seemed perfectly sincere, in every way.

The archangel squinted a little. She saw so many flaws in what the woman just said to her. Why would someone openly admit that they may have saw someone rush upstairs? And vibes did one person only catch that someone rush upstairs? Ploay was a little wise when it came to shape shifters. She sensed the fair women’s motives and got a very unpleasant vibes. She didn’t believe the woman. And even if she did, she wouldn’t go upstairs so blindly.

“You know, I really don’t believe you. Why don’t you tell the truth? I wont judge it against you.” If she was wrong and it was really just a woman, she would feel really embarrassed. She concentrated on ever word that woman said. She didn’t want to be fooled so easily. She wasn’t the type of archangel who would attack killers. She would try to reason with them, that didn’t always work. She still needed practice on words of reason. But a killer who took down a big man, and looking in the tavern and not seeing no one as big. Made her wonder if this killer was strong. And strong was good to her. Ploay wanted to meet someone strong, so she could either get tips and pointers. Or just to watch them so she could learn on her own.

Vendaria stepped past the body, unphased by the blood as it ran slowly down the streets and even under the tavern door. Being half drow, she was use to death. It was as familar to her as a waking up to the sun. As she stepped inside the tavern, she recognized the angel that left her with that strange creature a few days before. Stupid girl, she's damn lucky I don't kill her on the spot... The half drow thought to herself. She was too tired for a fight, because unlike the angel, she had to walk to this village. Sitting down in a wooden chair, alone, she watched as the angel chatted with some woman. The angel, whose name she never did get, seemed to not believe the shapeshifter about being responsible for the man's death. Vendaria didn't see anything wrong with her explination, she didn't even think one was necessary.

"Leave the lady alone, angel. Was it you that refused to give me your name? What explination does this woman owe you? It goes both ways, lady." Vendaria said, quite loudly. She was begining to hate this 'angel' more and more. She turned her face away from the two arguging ladies and instead called the bartender over. She ordered a scotch and sipped it slowly, her eyes above the glass and eagerly awaited their response.

Lightly Ploay’s ear twitched to the sound of the half-drow’s unpleasant loud voice. Was she stalking her for some reason? Ignoring all but the half-drow, she eagerly wanted to end this annoying opposed, nuisance of this ridiculous mental games. The archangel was in her human form, she walked to this village just like she walked everywhere else. The only time she used her wings were, in battle, or having to fly over water or lava, places she could walk over. Wincing at the half-drow, she sluggardly stood up and walked over to the half-drow. It was noticeable that the half-drow could read, or sense the motives of others. Giving out a low sigh, she plopped down in a chair that was rather close to the half-drow. One of the main reason’s she didn’t give this loud mouthed half-drow her name, was because she was really annoying. Just about everything was annoying to her, at some certain extent.

Holding in her pride, and slight dislike, she figured that she should talk to her, even if she was a pain. “I never gave you my name to you because I felt you really didn’t need to know, or even care. To tell the truth I didn’t think we would meet again,”Ploay said in the most honest, nice words she could find. The archangel wished that they didn’t meet again, her arrogance was rather a mental drain. Ploay forgot about the shape shifter, he wasn’t worth the effort of her struggled words. “My name is Ploay, why you want to know my name so much, I don’t know. If you want to ask anymore questions, by all means go ahead. If not, leave me alone.” The archangel had forgotten her name, but she didn’t care less. Taking off her sandals becuase her feet were getting hot, the skin seemed to breath deeply. On the bottom of her feet, were callouses from the constant walking.

// This is before Vendaria becomes slightly good/neutral (the attack on Elostad), so at this moment Vendaria is still evil ^^.

Vendaria watched as the angel left the man behind and took a chair close to hers. With a sly smile on her face, she put the mug down and listened in.

“I never gave you my name to you because I felt you really didn’t need to know, or even care. To tell the truth I didn’t think we would meet again”

Vendaria took another sip of her drink, it was obvious the angel wasn't done speaking. . Just because you think you'll never see a person again, doesn't mean you should be rude. Maybe Vendaria was quite rude back there as well, but two wrong's don't make a right. Vendaria kept silent, still listening in as the angel spoke.

“My name is Ploay, why you want to know my name so much, I don’t know. If you want to ask anymore questions, by all means go ahead. If not, leave me alone.”

Oh sure, NOW she gave her name. Vendaria decided to make a quick departure just like the angel did back there. "I shall remember that..." Vendaria said with attitude, placing the mug down on the table. She stood up in her chair, her thighs hitting the wooden table, spilling her unfinished drink. The half drow pushed the chair back with the back of her thighs, and as she was about to exit the tavern, she said...

"Mind soaking that up with your wings, Ploay?"

As she left the tavern, she laughed extra loudly so that it could be heard over the yells of the drunk men. It felt so good to just walk out like that, just as the angel flew

Ploay closed her eyes and shook her head, she wasn’t going to bother with this nescience anymore it just wasn’t worth it. She stood up with her eyes still closed, it was hard to look at a stupid creature. Even in her human form Ploay could still feel the angelic power surging through her veins like her hand wants to reach drown and strike her on the back of the neck. As the half drow left the tavern Ploay couldn’t help but pull a last stunt on her. With an evil smirk the archangel’s eyes glowed silver, and a drift of wind seemed to knock Vendaria off course for the door letting herself hit the wall. Being raised up in a polite community Ploay sure did have a rude side to her, maybe it was because of all those years walking upon the world like men? But Vendaria started their meeting off wrong, so it was going to stay wrong until she apologized, witch she doubt that would ever happen.

It felt good to do something funny like that, the last time she did something fun was with a snowball and a centaur. Vendaria needed to learn to never test an angels patients, especially when she is in a bad mood. Putting her hands in her pockets, Ploay calmly walked out of the tavern without a care in the world. Ploay always judged people by their first actions, and Vendaria’s first impression wasn’t a righteous one so the archangel didn’t care too much about her. “Maybe you should lick up your mess like the dog you are.” She whispered to Vendaria, but she was far away she may have not heard anything at all.

Vendaria was walking out of the tavern, feeling quite proud of herself for her making a fool of the angel when she felt a sudden push and collided with the wall.

"OUCH!" She screamed. The collision didn't actually hurt, but rather scared her. It was mostly instinct that made that her say Ouch!, but what a fool she made of herself. She looked around and saw the tavern pointing and laughing at her, and to make matters worse the angel got up and walked past her, a smirk on her face. Vendaria tuned her ears into any comments made by Ploay, but didn't hear one until she a good distance away.

“Maybe you should lick up your mess like the dog you are.”

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY, FEATHER WINGS?"


Vendaria was furious, how dare her call her a dog! She probably is the one who pushed her into the wall, but she didn't exactly seem to have touched her. Perhaps it was some of her magic, but Vendaria was sure she was responsible for her collision. Her cheeks burned with embaressment, and she couldn't take those men laughing at her. She turned around, her eyes wide and her face filled with range. She thrusted her dagger in the air at a very high speed towards one of the drunken men's heads, and it hit his forehead with perfect precision. The mans eyes grew wide as the dagger was stuck inside his skull, blood pouring down his face. Everyone stopped laughing. Vendaria pointed towards her right and whispered a few words, and called upon one of her spirits.

"Fetch that dagger for me." She said. The spirit did as commanded, and pulled the dagger (which took much force as it was so deep) from the mans head and ran off it's master. Vendaria walked at a quickened pace past the angel, and whispered in her ear.

"This will not be forgotten. You mark my words, Ploay, for one day my name shall be carved into your arm!"

“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY, FEATHER WINGS?" Ploay heard the angry halfdrow say, it was quiet easy for the smart mouthed archangel to get someone angry. Anger she could work with, but stupidity had to change in Vendaria’s heart. Everyone in the inn was laughing how the drow knocked into the wall like a blind man without a guide. Laughter filled her eyes as she walked away from the tavern, serves you right...Ploay thought to herself as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. But soon the laughter died and there was a dead silence in the air, this made the archangel stop in her tracks and turn to the inn, trying to grasp onto what just happened. For once in a long while she feared that something bad has happened, and it was her fault. Sadness crept into her heart as she remembered the little boy she killed in front of his father, what a sick way to die when just before it happens you see the death of your son.

As she pushed those thoughts from her mind she noticed that the drow was walking out of the tavern with a pissed off look on her face. Ploay’s eyebrow perked up as if she was in wait for something to happen. “This will not be forgotten. You mark my words, Ploay, for one day my name shall be carved into your arm!" Her words made the archangel grin, “If you are really upset about my actions then do something about, don’t just make childish threats.” Then a more serious look came over her face as she started to speak in drow with a growl, “ L' tangi dos p'obon uns'aa xuil dosst kaas zhal tlu l' tangi dos el wun natha ves zolarix kiel i'dol.” Which would be roughly translated in the common language as, The day you mark me with your name shall be the day you die in a very painful slow way. Ploay was starting to like the idea of Vendaria dying in a painful slow way, she could see the blood from her in her mind like a red waterfall. The archangel learned drow from her tutor when she was still part of the angelic community, it was part of her archangel training to learn how to talk to some of the more darker races. Ploay didn’t fear the halfdrow, in fact she reminded her of a flea that was hard to kill or get rid of.

Although Vendaria didn't speak Drow, she did know enough to recognize the word die. Was this truly an angel, or a pathetic mage taking the form of one. Vendaria didn't know angels could be so evil, but she almost liked it in a way.

The men in the tavern who witnessed the murder were readying their weapons, prepared to get their revenge on the Drow. The owner of the tavern, however, was cleaning up the blood and trying to move the body outside. It would be bad to know a murder occured in the inn, and would be best if everyone thought it occured outside of it.

Vendaria casted Plea of Death again, 2 more spirits appeared. She commanded her three spirits to hold of the men in the tavern while she talked with Ploay.

"Angel, just be happy knowing your responsible for that man's death..." Vendaria said, pointing through the open door and into the tavern. Her voice then went into a whisper, "...And take pride in knowing that I'll be responsible for yours..."

She did a backwards cart-wheel, her dagger exposed. She mutered a few words and moved her hands, and casted fear. Intimidation was the first step towards playing with someones mind, and someones mind was the first step towards physical defeat. Whether or not the spell worked would take some time, but regardless, Vendaria was prepared to fight.

"What are you waiting for?"

Vendaria seemed to cast something that Ploay’s vision could see, but whatever it was it was holding the men in the tavern hostage. The archangel lightly twitched her eyebrow in annoyance for the half drow, just who did she think she was? Ploay though to herself in a grim way for an angel. Touching her chin with her index finger she scratched the skin with her nail. It felt good to scrap your skin into her nail and you could almost see the pleased face on the emotionless archangel. "Angel, just be happy knowing your responsible for that man's death...” Fear and sadness seemed to run down her spine as she heard those words, once again she was responsible for death on another. Why did she make the half drow look like the fool she was in front of everyone, knowing it would make her mad and cause a childish fit that would kill someone innocent.

She tilted her heard pretending she didn’t care, but inside she was crying gravely for the unfortunate soul. Vendaria said something else to Ploay, but all the archangel could hear was the word responsible for that man’s death over and over in hr brain. Clenching tightly on her temples, the archangel feel to her knees with her eyes tightly shut as if trying to get out of a nightmare. But the anger and disbelief ended and the angel raised up on both feet, staring coldly at the half drow. “What are you waiting for?” Ploay responded to the question with a gritty tone as if every word was being slowly sucked out of her, was the archangel going to give in to the evil women, not likely, “it isn’t my fault you can’t contain your temper!” With a grin the angel was pleased that her daringness came back to her, as she reached for the hilt of her sword she heard a loud noise from the village of Estolad. That was her warning to leave that village, it most probably bandits, something that the town guard could take care of. “Well, I am going to leave, but if things get bad just call upon me, I’ll be right up on that hill looking over Estolad.” She said in a softer voice while pointing at a small hill. With those words she walked away from the half drow and went up on the hill...

(Okey and this ends where the attack on Estolad starts off, sorry it took so long, kind busy)