ah, another peaceful day in Estolad. The sun shines brightly down on the small village and few clouds spot the sky. everybody is happy and there are no bar fights leaking into the streets. A truly peaceful day indeed. A boy with long, blond and spikey hair walks down the street with a long sword on his back in it's sheath. He wears black boots that go well with his black, sleeveless shirt and arm wrappings. This boy is called Rora Roren by the villagers of Estolad. What makes him so known is how he's always there to help, wheather it's sweeping up a store to trying to chasing away scavengers he will always be there to help.

An hour passes before anything happens. A cocky troll walks down the street knocking people away, throwing the ones small enough. Rora steps in front of the Troll's path, "Stop it!" He shouts. He catches the troll's attention. "You're making yourself look like a big jerk, quit while your ahead." Rora says with a smile. The troll laughs and tosses Rora aside. He rolls as he hits the ground and then stops in his knees, pulling out his sword and charging at the enemy. He let's out a battle yell before jumping into the air and bringing the sword down.

There's a moment of silence as he looks up at his blade, he hit the troll's shoulder armor and caught it's attention. This time it was angry. It roared as it took him by the forearm and lifted him into the air. "You must have a death wish if you are messing with me boy!" Rora just smiles worrily, "So... I guess that means you're not going to let me go, huh?" He chuckles softly as a bead of sweat rolls down his face. "Not a snowball's chance in hell kid!" The troll shouts as it brings a fist to the kid's stomach.

Rora retalliates by bringing his boot up to the trolls head and breaking his nose. The troll let's go and Rora grabs his sword and bashes the hilt into the troll's face. The troll grunts as it stumbles away "You will rue this!" He shouted as he left the village limits. There was a round of applause and thanks. Rora Denanem just rubs the back of his head after he sheaths his blade and chuckles.

Several hours passed and the day was once again peaceful, but now a small group of two ogres, an orc, and the troll from earlier arrives. "That's the punk who did this to me!" The troll shouted. "So Nara, you were bested by a child!?" The orc shouted in rage. "He's not ordinary child!" The troll argued. "Enough talk, let's crush the child!" One of the ogres shouted. Rora was frozen in fear as the ogre swung it's fist and sent him flying through the air, crashing into the side of the inn.

The other ogre joined in as it took Denanem by the throat and tossed him up into the air before hitting him several yards away. Rora couldn't breath and hihs heart felt as if it was going to beat through his chest. He reached for his blade but was interupted by a cough of blood. The orc came over and kicked him back to the ground. Unless somebody was there to help him Rora Denanem was doomed.

OOC: A few days before Alberic sets off for the rainforest he stops in a quiet little town.

IC:

Alberic had been walking for a while now since his stay in Lormedor. Infact it had been two days. He was tired and hungry but he managed to survive. On his path he walked into the Village of Estolad, a quiet little town not much bigger than the tribal village Alberic came from, but not today, today the town was quite noisy. It was so noisy that Alberic thought the town was on fire, heck it might as well be with all the fighting going on.

"Well now there is somethin you don't se every day," he muttered to himself as he turned the corner, spotting the two ogres and then the kid under attack," Looks like i better step in if that kids goin to live."

He drew his staff from his back with excellent form and prepared himself with a defensive stance next to the kid on the ground and that's when he said, " Get off your Butt Kid and fight."

Rora finished coughing up blood as this man came up and protected him. "Get off your butt kid and fight!" He shouted at Rona. Roren still could not breath and his heart continued thrashing about in his chest. A finally cough of blood came from his mouth before he could breath again. His chest burned and his body ached all over, most likley a good portion of his bones were broken. "Dori shaat." He had cast a minor healing spell on himself that relieved some of the pain for now and he stubled to his feet. His legs were extremely sore and it was extremely likley that one of them had a cracked bone, yet the adrenaline that coursed throughout his veins gave him just enough power to stand and fight for the next couple of minutes.

He pulles his sword from his sheath and readied it. It waved left and right through the air and thhe world seemed to spin but Rora charged at the orc. His blood was boiling and his skin was ice cold, his eyes seemed souless as he sliced through the orc's arm, letting loose a substantial amount of blood. The troll kick Rora inte head but he could not feel the blow. Rora just twisted and smashed the troll in the head with the broad side of his sword. He was nearly unconcious and the world was turning black, he was going to survive but the pain he knew existed made him want to die.

One final slash made it's way through the air at the first ogre's stomach, slicing it open before Denanem fell unconcious. There were several roars and scream of pain from the party and Roren fell to the ground, his blade falling several feet away from his head. There was still one ogre left unharmed and it was about to take this oppertune time to attack.

Alberic ran with staff in hand until he was close enough to hit the ogre with deadly accuracy. As he swung the creature blocked and coutered with a club to knock Alberic out but the ogre was too slow. Alberic had jumped to the right and switched back around to the ogres backside and gave a painful swing to the creatures lower back, causing it to whail in pain as it fell forward onto its knees.

Alberic then casted a minor healing spell on Rora, though he doubted it would help at this point. Returning to the Orc and troll that were now shivering out of fear and anguish, demanded, "Get out of here before i decide to beat the crap outta you as well."

The threat sent the troll running for his life but not the orc, no, the orc was too much of a prankster to simply run. Nope, the orc didn't run instead started laughing, and not a funny laugh, no it was more of a maniacal laugh of some insane person that just escaped the mad house and went on a rampage and before he finished his little chuckle he was knocked ten feet to the left by Alberics staff and probably has a broken jaw from the blunt force trama.

"You should have kept your mouth shut little Pest." Alberic Growled as he started to transform. His neck growing in length and his head lengthened as his arms shortened and his legs tightened. Alberics Tail grew out and his spine elongated to balance his body out, lastly his wings stretched from a cloak like drape style infront of his body to a massive spread that looked simular to a canvas on a strange frame. Preparing his breath attack, Alberic noticed the Ogre got up and was about to hit him when he fired off a blast of Air from his mouth, knocking the ogre back twenty feet.

(From here, for a while I will be controlling the ogre in red wording and my unconcious state in blue wording)

The ogre stumbled to it's feet and let out a war cry. It was obviousley tougher than the other one and would not go down ithout a fight. It was shocked by the dragon that stood before it but it's reckless and dumbfounded intelligence kept it from peace. Only rage took place in it's mind as steam lifted from it's body, "No giant lizard scare GROGORA!" It shouted, stating it's name. It wielded a giant maul into the air with an unnatural ease and took another maul in it's other hand. "You will make a good bag!" Grogora shouted as he charged recklessley with both mauls.

Rora lay unconcious, bleeding from several parts of his body. He could barely dream with the pain, coursing through every part of his being. He wished so much that death would come and take the pain away, he had regrettably given up and he hated himself for that. All his years, even through tough times he had been strong, never wishing his or any other's death. But in one day he had already taken at least one life and wished for his own to be snuffed out like a flame in the wind. He was alone in this world but tried to always make the best of it, training vigorousley each day with his long sword until the peak of exhaustion. He had worked hard to keep his mind off the roughness of the world and read books to keep him shielded from it as well. But now, here he was, near the end of his world unless somebody pulled him from the brink.