What the heck? How did I end up here? Krythian stumbled right and left before entering the small village. His somewhat 'toxic' bottle of rum spilled everywhere as he went out of his little dreamland. No more blue and white clouds, nor pink fairies or pretty girls. What ever was locked up in Kry's mind was being re-captured for the 284 time and Krythian was going nuts. Smoke filled his nostrils and burning wood surrounded him. No! Back off! he cried inwardly as he saw dead figures rise and circle him. He noticed a bottle of something in his right hand and, thinking it would save him from the inferno, drank a large swig of it. The people stared at the fat, young man as he wavered down the stone street. He drank enough to maintain a wobbly focus without over-doing it or returning back to the ghostly inferno that haunted him forever. If he could just make it.

He sat down greatfully in the Inn and ordered a mug of beer. When it came, he gulped it down steadily and sighed. Tucking the bottle in his deep coat pocket, he orded another one.

And another one, and another one.

Soon, he was drunk and flying in his dreamland. Voices were filtered out as he unconsiously moved himself to a darker corner and slumped down in a chair. This was his life and no one could take it from him. He loved it. All he needed was another beer but he was paralyzed, trapped in his dream. He hoped his body would not act up again as he disappeared into his dreams.

Miu walked into an inn with her cloak on. Hiding her wings in it as well. She looked at a man go over to the corner. He looked more drunk then possible as he sat down in a chair. Miu got an evil thought and walked over to the man. "Hey now. Should you be drinking that much?" She asked sarcasticly not expecting an answer from him. She put her foot out and kicked the chair over and letting the human fall on the floor.

The still night air was warm on the ground and bore not the hint of anything out of the ordinary as the troop moved forward. There were over thirty of them in the troop, and there were another twenty or so camped outside the village about a half-mile due west. The goblins moved in silently, eager and greedy as they made their way toward the village. They hid everywhere throughout the village, but all of them surrounded one specific spot: the street upon which the Kaima Inn lay like a rabbit's hole just waiting to be raided by the plunderers that stalked the night. The weather was clear and so was the sky. There was no fog or cloud cover, only the shadows and their own stealthy silence to mask their presence.

From high above on the light breeze that carried him through the endless starry sky, his wings lit up by the moon and shining where it struck them, Virium glided over the village of Estolad. He watched the goblins moving below. They were foul things, goblins; they took what was not theirs for no other reason than greed. They sought to disrupt the harmony of nature and the flow of common life. They were monsters in green-skinned form, carrying sharp swords rusted and stained with the blood of those for whom they cared nothing. He folded his wings and swooped down upon them as they rushed into the tavern. The first goblins he came upon were those in the camp outside the village. He was not quick enough to reach the tavern, but he could at least prevent a hasty retreat.

His sword whipped out at once, slicing downward as his wings unfurled once more. He whipped past over a dozen goblins in the blink of an eye, taking down several of them with a broad arc. Taking to the air once more, he wheeled about and came down for another assault. The goblins were rushing for weapons now, scattering in their harried dash for defense and attack positions - but they were far too slow. Another half-dozen fell to the fallen angel as he landed smoothly and swiftly, cutting them down like so many trees under the skilled axe of a woodcutter in a shallow forest. The battle was joined at once. While the goblins made their raid in the village upon the Kaima Inn, Virium made his own against those outside the village...

Krythian was jolted out of his land as he stumbled out of the chair. The problem with him was that his body was so used to the super strong rum he stole a simple prank could whip him out of his state. He was angry and pumping when he got to his knees, making the fire around him disappear instantly. "What the hell..." he muttered as he turned to face the person. His jaw dropped. A pretty woman with silky green hair and fluttering blue eyes stood rigid in front of him. As he peered at her more, she wasn't what he hoped for. He wanted a blond, but she would have to do. It took him a few seconds to relize this was the woman who tripped his chair and the rage coursed through his veins once again. He stood and slapped her. "Knock it off. I don't like that."

As the goblin army raged against the angel outside, a few rebellious female goblins snuck inside the inn. They took one beer bottle after another, hoping no one would notice...

Miu just looked down at the man. He seemed pitiful at this. When the man stood she slaped her. Direction reply to this, she drew her dagger under her cloak and aimed it at the man. "Don't do that again and I won't tip your chair again. Deal?" she said to him as goblins came in and tried to steal beer. Miu did not like goblins. They were nasty creatures. She could care less about the beer. She walked over to one of them and thrusted her dagger at it's skull. "Nasty thing," she said withdrawing her blade and wipping it clean of the blood with a napkin on a nearby table. She kick the goblin as it hit the floor dead.

It was then that the goblin force exploded into action. The females stood and stared at the body, shocked, but then grew angry quickly. They hollared in their own language, screaming out obscenities and orders to attack. Then the assault came. Half again as much as a score of goblins came flooding in, forcing shocked people out of their seats - but they were not nearly quick enough to draw their weapons before the foul little green men reached them. The goblins already had their weapons out and started stabbing people at once, leaving a dozen or more bodies on the ground in an instant. An arrow flew, and two more quickly followed it, as the bartender and his mates drew their bows. The first arrow killed three goblins in one shot, but his second arrow was launched before the first one had made its first mark. The others were equally quick, but there were too many. They had no swords, but a couple of the people did and drew them instantly. The raid was fully underway. Chairs and tables were overturned, people were killed, glass shattered, and the goblins overran the place in seconds. The main battle was joined...

Outside the village, the secondary battle was in full swing. The goblins were getting their second wind now, having scattered enough to overcome their sudden fear with anger and hatred for the fallen angel that now stood slaughtering them like so many cattle. Virium's blade whirled and twisted in his sturdy, too-strong arms as he slashed and hacked his way through the bunch. Now they attacked him all at once, their initial surprise having faded in the wake of their goblinesque attack and defense methodology. They were like a swarm of insects the way they attacked, all at once and from all directions, but Virium was well within the bounds of his element. He was far more than merely 'ready' for them: he was waiting for them. As they came on, he actually smiled. It was not a friendly smile, nor was the half-mad gleam in his pale gray eyes in any way friendly.

"Come for me, then," he whispered almost to himself, "and we shall dance."

They came on mercilessly and stabbed at him. They lunged at him, slashed at him, and tried to dodge his blows. Their parries were weak and untrained, yet his were meticulous in their lethal efficiency as he slammed his blade through the heart of one, the head of another, the throat of a third, and so on. He was a killing machine that quickly turned the goblins' anger into newly reborn fear, forcing them to fight almost purely in defense, their movements frantic and suddenly off-balance. His was a blade of furious death as he cut a swath of steel destruction that left only bloodied corpses in its wake. As the tide almost immediately turned, the goblins realized that their numbers were useless: they were outmatched. It wasn't long before some of them began to flee, only to be quickly felled by a single swift lunge or a whirling attack. When it was done, the last goblin stared up at him in terror. He begged for his life, pleading with Virium to spare him, but the fallen angel looked down upon the pitiful creature and snarled. His gaze was colder than an iceberg as he furiously raised his sword and brought it down hard upon the little monster's fragile head...

Krythian looked at the mess in the Inn. The battle was in full swing and he was frightened by that girl that shoved a dagger too close to him. Too much noise....Too much fear... I need to rest again. With that thought he took the illegal rum bottle and took one heavy swig of the stuff and blacked out.

The trouble at the bar had spread outside. Humans brutally attacked the hoard of female goblins. When the women saw the dead green bodies that were scattered all over the place, they screamed in horror. The horror soon grew to pure anger and fury as they started to attack the people. It turned into a bloody mess, for the females were much more trained in fighting than thier opposite gender. They fought like they were protecting thier children, helping out each other and ganging up on a human or two. The goblins splashed human blood over the houses next to the bar, even trying to burst into the humans homes. Someone was sent to get guards, for the trouble with the pesk was growing into a crime.

Krythian was stripped of all conciousness and his body soon had a life of its own. His eyes flashed open, a sickly pruce color shown in his irises and his eyes glazed like glass. His body seemed to forget that it housed an actual person and rammed through the wall, knocking down the rest half of the inn. It flung itself left and right, kill whatever was in its way, not caring if it was a goblin or a human. A child got in its path and the body slashed out a rusty dagger, creating a large, painful cut across the child's arm. The child's mother came rushing to protect her child and cursed at Kry in an elven tone. Kry wouldn't have dared to touch the woman but it wasn't Kry. Kry's body mercilessly chopped down the elf-woman and the motherless child ran away.

Krythian, or Krythian's body, had gotten through the first fray. Now, it turned to a single figure, the fallen angel. The drug was wearing off and the real Krythian was surfacing. He rocked and swayed to the right. He rocked and swayed to the left. He shook his head and stared warily behind him. A path of blood from the rusty and now dull dagger dripped behind him and pooled at his feet. He looked warily in front of him and saw the fallen angel, it's wings folded behind his body. To Krythian, he almost looked like a savior. But what would an angel like that be doing down here and not in the moutains or somewhere nice across the range. Nodding once, twice, and three times, he collasped on the floor, in pain as his own blood filled his vision.

Miu started to swing her dagger at all those that came near. Goblin or not. Just in defense and reflex. She was the man she had knocked over just get drunk again and pass out. "What is wrong with this place?" she asked to herself while contining to cut all those that neared. Sofar out of all those that near her, it was only goblins. She had gotten blood all over her cloak and would have to kill it later. She didn't even notice the man get back up untill he knocked a wall down. He seemed very blood thirsty and swung at an elf child.

Miu was getting surrounded by goblins and decided it was ok to not hide it from everyone anymore.Jumping though the top of her cloak and grabbing it with her hand, Miu spread her wings in the inn, well what was left of it, and flew towards the opening in the wall. She looked at Krythian kill what looked like the mother of eth child. Miu was not completely heartless, infact she had a soft spot for childern. She flew down and picked up the wounded child and wrapped her cloak around his cut arm. "I want this back later." she said to him putting the child ontop of a building.

Miu looked at the goblins attacking and saw another angel fighting off the goblins. It was only a matter of time untill there was only one left. Miu herself could not fight off that many goblins and watched as the other angel kill it. "You do a good job at that." she yelled at him while looking around seeing the drunk guy passed out on the ground, again and then she shifted her gaze back to the elf child and then at the ground with all the dead bodies. It was a horrid sight for anyone that was not use to it.

His blade sank sickeningly into the bloodstained goblin's skull as he cried out in hatred against their very existence. Goblins were the foulest of creatures, desiring only pleasure and actively striving to gain it from the pain of others. They were the lowest form of scum. No, they were lower than scum. Even Virium had not lost himself to the sole pursuit of pleasure. He still had some of his humanity in him, at least - enough to recognize the need to destroy that which was truly and purely evil. Some might call Virium himself evil, but he was not evil by definition.

Wrenching his blade free of the hideous little thing's crimson-and-green corpse, Virium grimaced. On top of everything else, they never bathed or cleaned themselves in any way, shape, or form; they were foul, yes, but they stank as well - and very badly at that. He wiped his blade as clean as he could on the goblin's clothes, but his scowl was not meant for the goblin; it was meant for his sword. In the Astral Plane, he'd had a magnificent sword that had never stained or rusted. It had been made from the finest mithril, the hilt plated with gold and etched with silver writing that was also on the base of the blade; the writing read "Draconum". The base of the hilt was a small ruby that held awesome fire-based magic more powerful than anything a mere mortal could have made, and the pommel had been shaped into the very image of a pair of great angelic wings opened for flight. The sword had cut through even the strongest of metals and the fire was said to burn through the very soul of those unrighteous and unworthy of mercy.

He had broken that blade, something no one had ever thought possible, on the head of a fallen angel. The blade snapped in two, the magic of the ruby had consumed what was left of it in a massive explosion that had rent the very mountain nearly in two. After, he had required weeks of healing; a mortal would have been dead instantly. But now he was faced with the prospect of a mortal life wielding a steel sword that was nothing like those crafted by the angels. It was pathetic, really. As he pondered these things and sheathed his sword, he rose to his feet. His head jerked up at the sound of some kind of explosion in the distance.

More of them? When will these fool monsters ever learn?! he thought to himself angrily.

Virium opened his wings in an impressive display and took to the air, kicking up wind as he flapped them again and again. He made his way swiftly into the air and was soon hurtling at a such a pace that he was but a blur, having risen high above the ground and gone into a dive. His sword seemed to teleport as it was removed so fast and he smalled into the body of one goblin so hard that it wrenched itself free of the blade and smashed two tables and several chairs. It also took several other goblins with it. Instantly, his movements were a fluid motion as he worked through all the forms necessary to keep the goblins at bay. He whirled about, once more taking down goblin after goblin after goblin. He heard a scream behind him and turned just in time to see an elven woman cut down by the man. By the time he'd cleared a path, though, someone was already saving the child that had been cut down by the drunkard. He scowled. A child...a child! How dare he strike a child, let alone leave her motherless! The pure, unadulterated evil of it all rankled his nose! He would see the man dead! Even he was not a monster! He began to furiously cut a path through the little green monsters, his sudden explosion of rage making him far more dangerous even than he had been before. He didn't even hear the compliment by the girl as he made his way slowly, but surely, toward the heartless monster. Even as he fell, Virium knew the man was not dead - but he would see that he soon was!

((OOC: I'm bored out of my mind so I will post without waiting for Krythian, he is out cold anyways. I also have plans for this NPC so I am gonna revolve a lot of my post around him.))


Miu watched the man take on the army of goblins. It was impressive. She looked at the elf child. He looked like he was going to break out into tears from the loss of his mother. Miu knelt down near him and embraced him in a hug trying to make him fell better. She could care less about how he felt or about his mother. She could care less about this battle. Goblins started to scale the walls of the buildings. Miu took flight with the elf boy still in her arms. He started to cry and scream a bit from all of this going on. 'I won't be able to fight with him here.' she thought looking at the ombouvisment the goblins were causing. She could do nothing at this point. "Hey, calm down kid. Your going to be fine. Your mother is dead get over it." she said to the child and looking around. What Miu just said of course did not help the boy feel better. 'Should I even stay here. I got nothing to lose from just leaving.' she thought as some arrows were shot at her by the goblins. She moved out of the way and flew higher into the air.

Miu again looked down and saw the other angel going towards the man that she had knocked on the floor. He was still out cold. She shook her head in shame. Whatever the other angel wanted from him couldn't be good. She had gotten an idea about the child in her arms. "Boy, if your good I might watch over you. By the way what is your name?" she said poking him in the forehead meaning to herself that she would keep him like a pet. She thought of other races as lower then angels anyways. From him Miu got an answer to his name. "My name? Well, Elessar." He said sheepishly. Miu smiled and put him in a tree and motioning from him to wait here. He just nodded

Miu dived downwards towards the goblins. She held out her dagger and jammed it though one's skull and bought it out and swung it across cutting many more around her. As she continued the guards finally showed up and started to take care of the goblin problem easily. Goblins were untrained and reckless. They would not put up much of a fight against highly trained soilders. She smirked and took flight over towards the other angel there. "Well how are you handling yourself?" Miu asked him whiping blood from her face with her wrist.

(OOC: Well, since this is so boring, I think I'll add in one of my alts, if you don't mind. You can beat up Krythian as much as you like.)

Groaning, he got up. His body ached like crazy. Angry men stared at him, their weapons raised. Aftermath of the rum. It's gotta be. He was proven wrong as soon as he felt his forehead. It was bleeding like crazy. A dead woman laid a couple of feet behind him. Krythian felt the rage of fury shoot through him again. Someone must have killed the elf. He looked at the men with anger and raised his dagger. Something warm dripped onto his head. Kry looked at his rusty blade and froze with shock. Blood, streaked with silver, pooled on the ground. It was all over his hands and it ran down his arm. He stood still, breathing hard, too shocked at what he had done.

The goblins were leaving, their blood all over the ground. Some scrambled away, seeing their defeat. Others tried to protect themselves, all of them going into a defense position. The battle was loosening.

((OOC: This is Hriky/PeaceFull. Like I said I had plans for the NPC. Has made an account for him. I don't mind if you add an alt. The more people here in RP the better.))

After nodding to the women Elessar just held onto the tree tightly. He was not sure if he even cared if he lived or not. He had lost his mother and was still young. His best chance was to listen to the angel that had told me to wait here. Elessar just looked down and saw the goblins starting to retreat. He thought it may be a good time to come down. He started to climb down towards the ground. He lost his footing and fell a few branches. He cought himself and continued his decent. When he got to the ground he decided to walk over to the women who had saved him. She did say she wanted her cloak back and that she would watch over him. While walking Elessar started to unwrap the the cloak still around his arm. It hurt for the blood had dried to the cloth and he was opening the wound in some spots now. When he got to Miu he just handed her the bloodstained cloak.

((OOC: Feels short. TT.TT))

Rage gripped the fallen angel like madness gripped a denizen of chaos. It roared through him, making his heart pound like a sledge hammer and his pulse race like thundering horses. His head pounded with the blood that rushed to it, flowing into it swiftly and without mercy, but he felt none of it. He felt none of the light perspiration that had broken out upon his brow, his chest, or his arms. He heard not the voice of the winged woman nearby as she spoke to him, asking him something about the battle. If anything, he registered all of it dimly. His strength was the strength of a dozen men and more, a great many more, as fury spurred him on, carrying him to heights he had never reached before except in his battles as an immortal. He was a creature of pure rage now, a mindless killing machine bent on the destruction of the goblins and those that also killed so mercilessly - particularly the drunken human.

Virium cared not for the man's mental state, but he also cared not about the cause of the vicious murder that had now left an elf woman dead and a child motherless and alone. He knew not if the boy had a father, but he knew that it did not matter. He had seen the act and he would avenge the act. If he did not kill the man himself, he could not call himself anything more than a coward, a fool, an idiot, an immoral creature who cared nothing for life. That was something even Virium could not accept, something that drove his fury and hatred on, leading him through the mass of goblins. Their cowardice was shown in full now as they fled from the monster the drunkard had created, frantically scrambling away from what seemed to be a murderous madman. At best, the goblins that were struck staggered a few feet before falling, but most of them lost limbs and lives alike as his blade cut through them hard like a white-hot knife sliced cleanly and quickly through a block of warm, soft butter. Blood flew everywhere and goblins, terrified of the fallen angel, became as scores of mice thrown into a sealed barrel with a tom cat. They ran, they hid, they cowered. They fought no more than they had to, for what could contain the fury of a righteous man, however sinfuly his acts in other aspects of his life?

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, nothing at all stood between the man now rubbing his bleeding head and the fallen angel's merciless, unyielding wrath. His footsteps carried him almost as much as his massive wings did to his destination. As he stood before the man now staring nervously at his blade, Virium's own rose high above the man in a two-fisted grip, his knuckles whiter than snow and his body shaking with rage as he prepared to launch a lethal blow against the man's blood-soaked skull.

"MURDERERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" Virium screamed as he let loose his wrath upon the hapless human, his sword's steel blade whistling through the air as it plummeted toward his soon-to-be victim...

Miu set her feet on the ground when she was ignored again by this man. She crossed her arms arcross her chest and stood there are goblins feld. Why was she ignored. Was he that focused. Was he that irritated? She kicked a goblin to the ground in anger at it and eased her tension. The goblin got back up and ran faster. She looked down at Elessar when all the goblins had feld. "I thought I left you in that tree!?" Miu yelled at him pointing at the tree. It was not an angry yell, or a disappointed in you for not listening yell. The kind of yell that is filled with worry. She did care about him enough to worry for his safety. She noticed the cloak in his hands. Did he come down just for that? Atleast he paid attention to everything. She took the blood stained cloak from his hands and folded it up.

She saw the other angel that ignored her twice going to strike the drunken man. She had nothing for ether of them so thought of something if anything. She guessed she should just leave. This was none of her business. Even if Elessar may have something against that man. Not sure of this, Miu didn't care about that right now. He would have time for his own thoughts another time. She grabbed Elessar by his shirt colar and flew off leaving the area.


((OOC: Not sure what my charrie would've done there besides leave. Well I got what I want for now.))

Agrith sat far away near the border of the village. He understood that a fight was underway in the village however did not intervene. He had been travelling for many days now and had finally reached his desination. He had been hired by a rich merchant of the Palanen Ocean and was looking forward to a large reward. Although hen was far away from the commotion his well tuned ears picked up every word of the many conversations in the area. Agrith listened to a few villagers hidden behind locked doors. Apart from the out of control situation in the village center all seemed relatively quiet. He did not dislike Goblins, they were scavengers and had to fight to survive due to the reputation of their race. He had encountered many goblins over the years and had picked up a few words of their rough basic language. He was not suprised to see a group of about four goblins try to edge around where he was sitting trying to sneak past through the bushes. He grabbed one by its skinny leg and dragged it to where he was sitting. The Goblin's companions ran away and he was left with the struggling goblin who seemed to be unarmed and had a nast gash down one arm. Agrith knew that it was too badly injured to live and running would just hurt it even more. It growled something at him but he ignored it. The Lupine's claw flashed out of seemingly thin air and killed the goblin mercifully. It was time to move Agrith thought to himself. He picked up his belongings from the tree stump where they were rested and swiftly made his way towards the distressed village which was still alert.