Alkäryon walked quietly to the large Hall that he saw surrounded the Introduction Chamber. He saw not a soul in the Chamber but himself. He spoke solemnly in the Ancient Language. "Kvertha, fricai." He looked around at the empty room. Perhaps they do not understand me. Alkäryon smirked and spoke once more, this time in a firmer and louder tone, with no falters, nor any stutters. "The words I previously spoke, had you not known, meant this exact phrase. Kvertha meant Greetings, as in salutations, hello, or any other welcome you humans may say. The word Fricai, derived from the Ancient Elf word Phríkäë, means Friend, companion, or acquaintance. T'were you understand, I shall speak in the Ancient Language, should you permit. Speaking in this language known as English is not my strong suit, for I have been trained to use my magick in the Ancient Language, half of which words were derived from the Ancient Elven Languages.

"The Elven, also known as älf, in the Ancient Language, are a sacred monster, which have arrived in Arda many ages ago, I believe. The älfo, which means Elven, as -o adds plural or sort. Being knowing of this, some find me intimidating.

"I know you fricai, as I shall call you henceforth, should you not get on my bad side, have a sort of... 'charm' as some call it. This 'charm' allows you to persuade others. Your cunning may be of use to me. Should you prove useful to me, I will recruit you into my Elite Allegiance known as the Wyrdfell, or Forsworn.

"Should you accept and speak back to me, I will be in touch." Alkäryon smirked wickedly and stood in the middle of the Chamber, awaiting a response from anyone who may be in the vicinity of the Introduction Chamber.

Orka's ears catch the noise as he was in the form of a mouse crawling around the edge of the room looking for something interesting to do. Well this might be fun He thinks hearing the man talk as he reverts to his 'natural' state. "Hello there mister älf." Orka said with a snicker on his voice. "How my I assist you?" He asks, hand on his katana's hilt.

Alkäryon's ears twitched involuntarily as he watched the human turn from small vermin to actual sized man. "Kvertha. Eka néiat älf. Eka Half-skulblaka." He grinned maliciously as the human gripped the hilt of his seemingly blunt katana. At least, that is what it looked like by the standards of a skulblaka. "Hmpf." Alkäryon looked at the human, assuming that he did not understand the Ancient Language. He began to translate the words coherently, being careful to pronounce each word with exact purity. "Greetings. I am not an Elf of which you speak. I am a Half-Dragon, or, rather in this language, Half-Urulóki. I see you do not understand the Ancient Language which I speak." He then looked down to the ground with a smirk. "Humans. Never learning proper language. Never learning to speak properly. Ignorant bastards," he muttered to himself silently.

Remembering that he was in the presence of one of these arrogant... beings, as he called them, he looked up with a solemn look on his face. "Human, or rather, whatever being or species you may be, my name, which I'd not mentioned before, 'tis Alkäryon Dëvinian. You seem like someone I'd like to speak to. Tell me your heritage, älfr. If you did not know, älfr means man, or he, in the Ancient Language."

Alkäryon spoke with a slight demanding tone in his voice, a tone that showed him not a force to be reckoned with. He stared solemnly at the male whom had his hand on the blade this whole time. "Speak, human." He smiled underneath his armour. He then realised that the human had been staring at him with a pompous look on his face this whole time, so he put his hands to his helmet. "Thornessa, er skulblaka em." He then looked back at the human. "That meant, human, that 'this is a Dragon Helmet.' What that means is that this helmet is made of Dragonskin, and that it is nearly impenetrable." He placed the helm between his bicep and underarm and glared at the man with a solid intensity to learn of his abilities.

OOC: Since you are taking so long to post, I will post elsewhere as this counts not towards my Post Count.

Orka smirks as he removes his had from his katana, but not putting his guard down. "I am Orka Jade, and I am happy you think I'm just some ignorant fool. I am human, yes. But you don't seem to understand that I don't ally myself with them. The last time I spent time with another 'ignorant bastard' was when I a child and it was just before I killed my mother and father." He states as he looks about the room.

"I am humbled to be in your presents." The shape shifter said as he smirks once more. "I can tell you are way out of my league for combat, but if you wish to attack me I would be more then happy to fight." Orka said bluntly with a strange laugh to it. "And yes, I can't speak any other languages nor do I really wish to. I'm but a lowly pirate that sails across the bitter oceans and robs the rare merchant vessels around here. But listen well, I am far from a arrogant fool." He said keeping he's cool against the dragon man's words.

Orka walks toward Alkäryon and puts out his hand, "It is a pleasure to meet you." He said randomly with a friendly grin. "Why are you in such a place like this?" He asks avoiding Alkäryon's questions for the most part.

((Sorry it took so long, I had to take care of my dogs :grr: :arr: ))

Smirking, and not overreacting to the fool, Alkäryon began to speak English best he could. "I will not answer your words until you fulfill my request. I requested you tell me your history. All you have told me, human, is that you have killed your parents, therein fostering yourself." His smirk grew to a small grin. "But, since you wish this of me, I shall tell thou my history and my reason for coming to this land known as Arda.

"My tale begins 864 years ago, since maybe nearly the beginning of this millennium, I suppose. I was born in a small town, in the country known as Kí. Kí was a small country, much like its name, and it was inhabited by solely Urulóki and Half-Urulóki. Kí was a country on the outskirts of a continent known as Endünàï. Endünàï was a large continent that consisted of 40 countries, all of them large, besides Kí. Anyways, I lived in a center-route city of Kí, a city known as Ablåo. Ablåo was the largest city in the small country, and all of the inhabitants, as well as most of the inhabitants of Endünàï, were Urulóki. I was not one of the Urulóki that inhabited the contingent. I was treated an outsider, because I had not all the powers of the other Urulóki. The children would treat me as a human would a martian, like an outsider, a disgrace, all because I was Half-Urulóki.

"So, I lived a life of exile, where I was rejected by my peers, and hated by the adults. My father, Karäsünä Kíÿe, hated me. He despised me because I would never be like him. Karäsünä Kíÿe was a fool though. It showed in his weakness. He was a weak Urulóki. He died at the young age of 53,039! He should have, were he a strong and proud Urulóki, be still alive today. He would be at the age of 54,000, at least! But he was killed. Killed by a mere human like you. A human with no talent whatsoever. The human was skilled only in the fact that he was a magick-man, a spellcaster, if you will." Alkäryon spoke with a slight tone of remorse in his voice. "The man was by the name of Auh, with no surname whatsoever. Back to my tale of life. After being around for a century, I knew that I would not live to see my life avenged. I knew, also, that I could only avenge myself, and my father, by killing all humans and Urulóki that defied my supremacy.

"So, I flew back to Endünàï, back to the country of Kí, and to the city of Ablåo, first." He smirked, as his voice grew louder. "I flew in, as I had been living in the outskirts of Arda at the time, and I burned the city to the ground. As I was burning it," he said solemnly, "I found my father's body." Alkäryon thought for a moment, then turned to the human. "Jade-vinr, I will not continue my tale, nor my reason for being here, until you fully answer my inquiry. If you fail to do you, you will only be faced with more trials, tribulations, and interrogations." He grinned and then stared at the one known as Orka Jade, and waited for the boy to reply to what he had just said.

OOC:I've got to go, I've got work tomorrow. So, I'll be back tomorrow, if I remember. I get off at 3:00 P.M., so I'll be gone for 7 hours. I'll continue this to-morrow, so, you can still post, but I've got to go.

Orka smiles at the tale of death and revenge. "My story you ask?" He said trying to keep cool under the threats and insults. "My story is but a simple tale. Nothing more then what a mother tells her child when she lays them to bed at night. I was born in a quiet village, not even a village one might say. But a fishing 'community' of about 12 huts and 5 families. My family owned but one of these little huts by the sea in a no named town across the great sea." He pauses a moment to get some breath and pull out another cigarette from his pocket and places it in his mouth, not lighting it yet.

"I was but at the age of ten when I realized I had to power to form myself into about anything I wanted and could dream." The shifter pulls out a book of matches and lights one and catches his cigarette a glow. "But my father....my father hated my skill and made me swear never to use my powers." He takes a long hit to calm himself down from the dragon man's threats and insults. He doesn't ex-hail though but continues talking. "One day, the goddess of the ocean released her wrath upon my small village. She has her beasts from under the tide raise up from the great waters and begin attacking." He finally ex-hails and begins talking faster "I raced from my home to the ocean just to sea my fellow pier's being killed and eaten. Bodies lay everywhere and there wasn't a spot of land not covered in blood." He stops abruptly, taking another hit, this time just for pleasure.

"I had no choice, I called upon myself to transform into the very beast I was forbidden to become. A beast only released by anger and hatred. I grew to the size of a giant, with the skin of a ox, claws of a loin, teeth of a wolf, and the color of the richest clay. I launched myself at the beasts from the depths of the sea but was still struck down. My rage become unbearable and I couldn't bear to see the one's I knew lay next to me slain." He takes another hit as he looks the Dragon Man in the eyes. "So I broke the code of my village and summoned all the dark energy I. The bodies of my slain friends raised from the spots they lie and attacked the demons of the sea with me."

He stops for a second again, not in remorse, not in repentance, but in anger. "And after I stopped the demons and after I saved the rest of the village! MY FATHER WALKS FROM THE WOODS AND LOOKS AT ME AND I SHIFT BACK AND SAYS. 'You ain't my son anymore, you is a monster just like them you just killed.' My heart burned with anger as I lashed out at my father and struck him across the face with the hardest punch I had ever thrown." Orka begins to shake in anger, not able to remove a cigarette from the pack. "I killed him! I killed him with my bear human hands! Then! I looked to my mother as she stood there crying! I couldn't stand the slight! After what I had just done! After standing against the demons form the blackness! I couldn't stand it! I sent my dead ones after her as I just stood over my fathers dead body and laughed."

He says this as he begins to shake even more violently. "I killed her too....I killed her...and the rest of the people...I KILLED THEM ALL! They turn me down for saving them! They are as good as DEAD! I trashed all the huts, but I wasn't happy I needed more! I took a boat and traveled the sea. Mindlessly killing anyone I ran into! I was in my giant beast form for 4 years of my life!" The shaking begins to stop as he starts to breath deeper and deeper.

"I was at the age of 14 by the time I regained my human again. I lived the next year sailing and killing, but for reason. My reason was that I couldn't support myself. So I killed and killed often. But...then I finally realized my problem. I didn't pay my respect to the sea goddess for killing her beloved demons." He lights up another cigarette to calm himself down further. "The next 3 years i spent training both my skill to raise the dead, and my skill to transform. I acquired great skill in both. Then I set into the sea again. I tormented sailors, just for the fact that I could and I loved it! I killed and killed and no one ever knew who I was, so after killing a whole crew. I could take on one of their faces and return to a city, and get all the women and alcohol I wanted."

He smirks remembering the good old days. "Then I gave up most of that life. Women became boring and rum lost its edge. So I worked for money and fame. Only using my forms in the most dire of times." He looks at the floor with sadness in his eyes. "Then I...I decided to burn my ship and get a dingy of a raft and start all over. I wanted to be known as the greatest killer and the more powerful pirate in all the sea. So I come here, to build my name and gain even more power and skill. But this place has only lead to boringness and time alone." He said completing his story. "Is that enough for you?" Orka asks wondering if his story was what this powerful man had wanted.

(( Wow.....i just made all this up off the top of my head......))

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uhh.... Welcome to Arda!

And take this RP outta the introduction board and go get you some gold for writing these posts!

Yes, I believe Jup is right. This board is OOC Friend ^^

i didnt start it >.< i just like to rp....

*giggles* The intro board is out of character, you don't have to RP stuff here. XD Welcome! :hi:

:lol: :lol: i kno, but i couldnt help it, he looked fun to rp with sorry :'( :'(

Sorry. I'm addicted as hell to writing long posts.