There was a tall, handsome quarter-nymph at the top of a mountain. In this area of ore's and minerals, it was easy to spot his bronze hair, as it shimmered when the sun beat down on it. He was dressed in what had quickly become in recent days a very tattered cloak, a regal red silk shirt, and tight pants made for use in combat.

Ian sat upon a boulder, kicking rocks down the mountain, potentially starting a rockslide. He wanted to feel POWERFUL! He wanted to feel as if he had control over the mountains themselves. Power was everything to Ian. Those who relied on the gods were weak, and those who believed in anything short of absolute power were feebleminded.

Ian's recent plots, in his mind, we're going well. He was currently corrupting an innocent half-angel, perhaps with the half-angel innocently unaware of the fact. poor Ein. And his rise in power was going smoothly, he was quiring funds at a decent, though not completely agreeable, pace.

Ian wanted more money so he could have more power. MORE POWER! That was Ian's dream, to become so powerful that the god's themselves would have to leave him alone and let him do as he wished. He didn't seek to be "Lord of the universe" or any sort of leadership position, he wanted the power for the freedom! I fyou misued power these days, someone came after you. With absolute power, he would do as he pleased. Power was everything.

Ian thought. "That's right, crumble! Crumble, and destroy! And if this unearths any useful material, that's just a bonus, on top of everything else! Hmmm..."

Ian was lost in thought, absentmindedly trying to trigger a rockslide.

Triggered by Ian's stomps, the pebbles tumbled down the mountain, and over a cliff, where a half-elf wearing shabby clothes and a bandanna was napping. The pebbles quickly dropped, one by one, upon the vagabond's head, and he sprung awake.

"I see you! And I'm warning you! I have a knife!" Grise stuttered as he gripped his dagger, his typical response to being woken up in the hills. Dumbfounded, and still slightly drowsy, Grise rose his head, only to have a freshly fallen pile of dirt and pebbles fall on his already messy face.

Brushing the earth from his face, he heard the scrambling rocks in the distance. "Certainly not something natural" Grise concluded, "And there isn't a mine for miles." His mind wandered to an exciting adventure: perhaps a group of bandits going to their hide out, or a pirate burying a treasure. "Nah, not this far away from the sea," Grise laughed at the notion. Still, he decided, it was worth looking into.

Grise donned his cloak, making sure to cover his face. He quickly lifted his light body up the cliff and crouched behind a rock, and observed the lad, in particular, his new elven saber. Disappointed that the ruckus wasn't something more interesting, Grise decided it still may be worth his time to approach the lad. Between the fancy clothes and the bizarre actions, Grise concluded it was some troubled youth, and certainly one who had some change to swipe.

Grise emerged from his hiding spot, walking slowly but civilly. He laughed in his head as he approached the nymph, for he did not even seem to notice the approaching figure.

Ian kept his assault on the mountain up. No, he wasn't going to spot Grise coming. But then, it wasn't like Ian was oblivious to everything, nor could Grise magically warp the money from Ian's pockets. If Grise tried to take anything, Ian would probably find out in short order. He didn't wear any armor, so, while Grise would have easy access to his wallet, this would also mean ian would be able to detect virtually any attempt at pickpocketing.

Ian slammed away at a particularl boulder, and gave it a few good whacks. Sadly, it was brittle sandstone material, and so, it cracked and broke rather than being sent careening down the mountain. Darn it, what did it TAKE to start a gargantuan rockslide!?