You could here him from at least 200ft away, loudly ripping apart the innocent deer that grazed here. He was Hungry and viscous, snarling as he devoured his prey greedily. His name was Dengar.

There were two main reasons why he killed other creatures both being equally used as excuses. The first being he was hungry 70% of his time (the other thirty percent of his time he was asleep) and the second reason was because he enjoyed it. The excitement filling every inch of his thumping body as he charged towards his defenseless pray teeth bared and claws outstretched. The adrenalin when he tastes the bitter flesh of his fallen opponent bleeding neck. The pure ripping gushing sound of their life escaping their bodies just enticed him onwards onto other victims. Many people would consider this personality as 'evil' but evil was an opinion generated by the cowardly in an attempt to escape death.

As he finished his gory meal leaving only a stone dry carcass. He raised his head slightly on hearing a noise. He sniffed the air. Something around here was not a dear, something nearby. He moved nearer towards the smell hoping to find it's source.

Shalura had taken on the form of a dear but upon seeing this creature come and start eating the herd, she decided to take her natural form. She leapt behind a bush and watched the creature as it snacked on innocent animal.
"Disgusting" she said unable to watch.
The creature then stopped and began sniffing the air, it then turned its head in her direction.
"Uh oh" thought Shalura "I'm in for it now"
To avoid bieng spotted Shalura morphed into a small mouse unable to be seen in the grass, she darted around the creature, assumed her natural shape and watched it from behind.

Dengar slowly moved towards the smell. Whatever it was seemed to be hiding just behind it. But suddenly the smell completely vanished and was replaced by a more recognisable smell. Dengar could smell a mouse. Luckily for the mouse it would not make a big enough snack for him let alone a meal. Besides they were so hard to spot scurrying around so low to the ground. This did not explain the vanishing smell of the human.

After checking the bush and finding nothing he turned and his head and began walking back towards the deer's carcass. But as he moved he noticed a human girl standing their staring at him with utter repultion. Dengar snarled and snorted and got into a good running pose. He roared and echoeing roar which reverberated through the air so fast it even caused some ripples in the nearby lake. He charged towards the girl slow at first but gradually building up speed. The impact would be tremendous as he could reach speeds as fast as a rhino. He bared his teeth preparing for the tackle.

Avennian had been walking through the forests surrounding the lake, wandering aimlessly through the lands.

This place is beautiful.. Avennian thought. He looked around and took in the beauty of of the area. The sky was a beautiful filling shade of blue, and it pleased his own blue eyes very much to view it. The trees were also wonderful sights; being so full of color and flourishing so to create an almost uncompared environmental beauty. He lifted his head into the air and took in a deep breath through his nostrils. The smell of the trees was strong to him, but very refreshening. Pleased, he once again looked forward at the trees ahead of him.

Avennian continued walking through the forest, chopping at small branches that blocked his path with Thranduil, his jeweled sword. He wore his usual half-smile, as he was enjoying himself and the serene nature of the lake surroundings. He started to hum a little melody to himself for a moment, but suddenly heard loud crunching and ripping sounds.

Avennian easily recognized these noises as feeding sounds, but they seemed to have an air of ferociousness that Av found to be slightly disgusting. The noises stopped, just as Avennian made his way into a clearing, and he saw the source of the sounds. A large lizard-like beast was looking around, as if it noticed something. Avennian's eyes narrowed as he saw a girl, but he merely stood there. His hair lay calmly onto the top of his shoulders. His arms hanged to his side, with no intention of moving; he would watch to see what was taking place.

Wait... Avennian thought as the girl transformed into something that he could not see too well. He followed the small transformed animal as it made its way around the lizard creature. Avennian was not quite sure what was going on, but he became alarmed as he watched the girl's form reappear behind the creature. He felt that this was not a good idea, and he was correct, as the creature began to search for something; obviously knowing of her presence.

A nervous feeling trickled through Avennian's stomach, for he felt that this was not leading to a good situation. He tossed his head, as he so often did, to throw the stringy blue hair out of his right eye. His deep blue eyes continued to carefully monitor the situation as he thought out possible actions that he could take in case things took a wrong turn.

Suddenly, Avennian realized that the monster had taken notice of the girl, as it roared savagely at her. Avennian's right hand tightened his grip upon his sword as his eyes narrowed even more, watching the movements of the creature carefully. He was surprised that the monster so quickly made its way to the girl, and his legs reacted quickly as he started to run after the creature.

"Stop!" Avennian yelled at the creature, feeling that his words were useless. "Get out of the way!" he then yelled at the girl, not paying much attention to whether or not she was already moving. His hair flew like a cape in the wind as he ran as quickly as he could.

As he drew nearer and nearer to the girl he could feel the usual pulsing of excitement rushing through his thumping body. Saliva dribbled out of his mouth and flopped around wildly as he built up his speed. He was like a greyhound chasing a rabbit except he was stronger and the rabbit wasn't moving. His eyes flashed a vivid red and focused strongly on her anc concentrated all his senses fully on the girl.

But suddenly a sound broke the still air, a sound Dengar found fustrating. It was the sound of a elven voice the purest of all sounds. It broke his train of thought and made him halt his charge. He hissed loudly and stamped the floor. He gave the girl a glance as if to say "I'll deal with you later." before shifty his bulky body weight to face the elve.

The elf was male and had faint blue coloured hair which was slightly unsual from what he had seen before. As the elf had urged the girl to get out of the way and ruined his trance like concentration, he was being made the victim. Dengar stood up to his full height, a collosal ten foot. He stared down at the tiny elf and breathed heavily slightly out of breath. His scaley body was a mere fifteen foot away and the gap was growing shorter.

Dengar wondered to himself what he should do to the small elf. He did not think the elf looked very powerful but he did have a shining silver sword in his hand. It should be an easy fight for him but he was none the less outnumbered. Being a fighter he viewed his options of attack and defense. He could swipe at the elf now hopefully rendering him unconcious then move towards the girl. Or he could possibly turn his back on the elf and charge towards the girl again but this would not be very sensible.

Finally he decided to take the best option he knew. He stepped back slightly so that they were both in his view and eyed them both waiting for them to make the first move.

"Damn it" though Shaulra "that's blown it"
The creature watched the two of them waiting for them to move. Shalura cast illusion, so that it lookied like she was moving to attack the creature but inm reality she was walking over to the elf.
"I don't need a warning you know" she said as the creature tangled with her illusion "I'm not blind you know"
She smiled in a 'never mind' sort of way.
"Shalura is my name" she said extending her hand.

Dengar stood his ground as the girl aproached him staff held tightly. He prepared himself for whatever spell she may cast so that he had a chance of countering it. Something seemed strange though as she continued to advance towards him showing no signs of fear or hesititation. Something was not right and he had a feeling he was being tricked. He slowly and carefully made his way towards her, looking around as he did. He did not plan to be fooled by this little girl and made sure that this was not a distraction of some kind.

Avennian held up his sword when as the monster stood there, his hair occasionally jumping in the wind; his eyes slim and focused as he prepared for his attack.

"I don't need a warning you know."

Avennian quickly turned, prepared for whatever was coming at him. His eyes widened a bit as he saw the girl. "Wha??" He said aloud, not realizing how dumbfounded he really looked. "How did you--you were just... " Avennian's voice trailed off as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.

How in the world did she do that?

"I'm not blind you know" she spoke again.

Avennian discarded his worries, and turned to the girl. "Excuse me, then. But I couldn't merely stand and watch while a huge creature such as that attacks a young lady such as yourself." Avennian's eyes darted to the creature, as he realized by its actions that it was being fooled by an illusion. "Ah..." Avennian said as he shook the hand that was being extended to him.

Avennian turned around to face the creature again, "So, what should we do about him?" He asked, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement, "I'll let you decide since I seem to have interrupted a plan of yours." He smiled, realizing that this girl was not as helpless as first impressions had given.

"Don't worry about it" said Shalura "alot of people think I'm just a helpless little girl"
She watched Dengar's confusion at her illusion and tried hard to stop herself giggling like mad.
"I'm not one for harming stupid animals" she said "even if they can speak, unless I realy have to"
She pulled a leangh of rope out from her cloak.
"What can you do with this?" she said handing it to Avennian.

Dengar found this girl was acting too suspicious for his liking and moved directly up to her. She seemed to not react to her surroundings and continue advancing almost aggressively. Dengar reached out a hand and shoved her face only to have his hand push right through it. Was she a ghost? No she couldn't be. He swiped at her face and his hands just simply went through her, he attempted to push her with both hands this time and he actually stepped through the girl. And still she was slowly advancing forwards staff gripped firmly with a small frown on her face.

It was and Illusion - it had to be. He roared ferociously and punched his fist into the ground with brutal force making a slight dent. He looked up to see if he could spot her and the other elf, they seemed to be invisible. Well the illusion could not last forever he thought and charged around wildly hoping to run into them.

"Never mind" said Shalura pulling Avennian out of the way of Dengar's charge "okay, maybe this one isn't that stupid"
She put her rope away and pulled out her staff. She then cancalled Dnegar's illusion, no need to waste good magic when the the victim is uncovinced, and positioned herself next to a very thick tree.
"Come on then" she said "charge at me"
Hopefully Avennian wouldn;t interupt her plan this time.

Seeing the girl standing perfectly still and in range he ran towards her and drew his sword from his belt. He pointed it forwards and aimed it roughly at her head (he didn't have time to check) as he ran as fast as his humongous body weight would allow him. He was aware of the tree behind her but that was why he had his two-handed sword, hopefully to prevent a crash if he missed. But he was sure he wouldn't as he was nearing point blank range.

Shalura waited calmly as Dravach appraoched, she closed her eyes and a socond before impact teleported a safe distance away from Dravach giggling madly as he crashed into the tree.
"I've got more tricks than that" she said "so I'd give up now if I where you"
She put her hand over her mouth trying to stop her fit of the giggles and eventually managed to gain control of herself and looked upwards.

As his sword sunk into the bark of the tree he tugged it out with a violant wrench. Panting he tucked it back into his belt and glared at the girl.

"so I'd give up now if I where you"

Dengar hated to give up but he was realising that this was fairly futile. He needed another more sensible approach of combat if they were to continue to fight. Being a weak english speaker and only knowing the Lizarish tongue he could only speak in a very accented tone to the girl. "You fight well for sometwo young so." He spoke between heavy breaths.

"Thankyou" said Shalura in a slightly irritated fasion "and I'm not that young you know"
She folded her arms.
"You learn this kind of thing when you're brought up in a martial arts school" she said.
Her fit of the giggles had cured itself and she was again serius.

Avennian had been smiling while the two skirmished. He had decided to stay back for a moment, letting this girl show him what she could really do. However, as he watched the creature crash into the tree, he was beginning to grow impatient. He didn't want to kill, but a nice little spar would suit his tastes for the moment.

Avennian listened to the two continue to talk while he kept quiet. He decided that he would get in on the action in due time. After a few moments passed, he realized that there was really no need to be standing, and took a seat in the grass. He yawned heavily as he looked up at the sky.

Wow, the clouds are pretty, Avennian thought. His eyes fell into a trance as he travelled far from this world. Not literally, though; he was just far away in his mind. I wonder what it's like to fly....

Truly, Avennian had the tendecy to sometimes lose his attention. But, how could he keep attention to a battle that he was not involved in, and at the moment had a clear winner?

A clear winner. Avennian thought, I wonder...

Avennian smiled as he thought about who was actually the stronger of the two. "Come on, pretty lady." he teased. "Let's see what you can do."

As the fighting seemed to draw to a halt, Dengar was starting to feel uncomfortable with the silence taking place around him. As he stared at the elf he seemed to be pretty surrendered to violance and was sitting peacefully on the grass watching them. "Martial...artschool?" Dengar replied to the girl not understanding what she meant. He had heard of the word school before and was told by one of his fellow cave Lizarians that it was infact a place you go to learn. But it was not learning how to hunt, or the weakest part of any creatures body. It was learning how to write and draw, something Dengar had never learnt.

He snapped out of his thoughtful state and looked towards the elf. He seemed to be threatening the not-so-young girl. Were they going to fight? He hoped they would as he loved watching fights as much as he liked being in them. He starting jumping up and down on the spot manicly hoping that the boy would attack. If they didn't he'd just have to attack him instead.

((OOC: Uh, just so you know. I'm not a she. Avennian is a male elf))

Avennian was slightly startled as he heard loud thumping sounds coming from the left. He looked over, and saw the lizard creature jumping up and down. Obviously, he had taken Avennian's words in the wrong way. Avennian stood up slowly and spoke to the creature. "Hey! What are you so happy about? I'm going to defeat you, since she seems to be holding back."

Avennian drew his sword, and held it upright directly in front of him. "Let's go, Thranduil." He spoke softly to his sword as he walked toward the creature. The grass crunched softly as he walked, and the wind whistled as it passed the blade of his sword. His small white cloak clung to his back as he walked. Avennian was smiling; he was sure that this would be fun.

As he decided that he had come near enough to the large lizard, he stopped. "Well? Attack me."

"Good grief" Shalura rolled her eyes "it's where you're taught self defense, fighting, combat, oh never mind"
She sighed.
"Where did you learn english?" she asked irritably "you don't seem that good at it"

She then noticed Avennian engaging in combat with the creature.
"Typicle" she said "well I've had my turn, let's see what he can do"

Dengar shook him self and bared his fanged teeth at the elven man. His toothy grin was showing his forked tongue licking the inside of his mouth, all most as though he was cleaning it before a meal. Resisting the urge to charge at them (he had learnt from his mistake) he stood his ground and stared them both in the eye in the hope of countering whatever they were planning to do. Two against one? No dice.

Avennian laughed aloud as he watched his opponent.

"So, you aren't going to attack?" Avennian was grinning, but not a malicious grin. His eyes were sparkling with excitement. "You may be smarter than I had previously presumed." Avennian bowed at the creature, letting his hair fall to the sides of his face. As he rose, he spoke, "Now. We are respectable opponents."

Immediately after saying this, Avennian charged. His hair flowed behind him; and some of it even in his face. However, he would not bother to tuck it behind his ears; this was a battle. As Avennian came within combat-range of the creature, he held his sword as if he were going to strike with a horizontal blow. However, he jumped and slid forward on his feet, and very close to the ground. He then attempted a strike at the creature's leg. This was an attempt to fake-out the creature in the hopes that it wouldn't be able to anticipate Avennian's move.

Shalura circled the two of them. Avennian went to strike the creatures leg, Shalura could see what was coming.
"Never trust an elf with a sword" she chuckled to herself "or never trust anybody with something reasonably sharp in their hands"
She sat down on a rock to watch the two brawling.

Seeing the elf run towards himself, Dengar position his trident so that he was protected fairly well from air and ground attacks and so he could swipe at the elf with a single move. As he made to strike at Dengar's head he simply turned his trident slightly towards the side to block the blue haired elf off. A bluff eh? He thought to himself as he then slid on his feet and attempted to take out Dengar's legs. He stamped his trident downwards onto the ground trapping the elf's sword between the floor and the base of his trident. He then kicked it some five feet away from him and stared downwards at him with a triumphant expression on his face.

Morvak hacked his way through the undergrowth, eventuall he reached the bank and took some water in his grey hands and took a sip. He then heared the sound of metal clashing and looked up to see a sword land 6 feet away from him. Examining further he saw an elf battling with a...A...thing.
"That creature is powerful Morvak" said Shadowcaster "be wary"
"Yes master" said Morvak drawing his sword.

((IC))Avennian stood there, dumbfounded that he had actually let his sword be kicked away from him. How in the? He looked up at the creature. With my combat reflexes I should have been able to see that coming. He sighed as he quickly rolled backward onto his feet. Five feet was not a long distance, at least not for someone with agility such as Avennian. The elf jumped to the left and grabbed his sword, doing another roll along the ground as he came back to his feet.

"Very good," Avennian said, "But, that will be the last time you will see my sword leave my hands." Av could now tell how strong his opponent was, and gods was he strong.

I'll definitely have to use my speed to win this one.

Avennian charged again, once again raising his sword for a strike. As his small cloak blew in the wind, Avennian thought about his next move. With that trident, his attack range is twice as long as mine. As Avennian once again neared the creature, he attacked again; this time with just a normal blow. He struck at the creature with his sword 10 times to try and deal a blow, each swing becoming quicker and faster.

The sword was retrieved and Morvak looked up with narrored eyes.
"Wonder what their fighting over" he said.
"Probably just for the sake of it" said Shadowcaster "I know what their kind are like"
"You just say that" said Morvak "you long to be all powerful again"
"Silence fool" said Shadowcaster "or I'll melt your mind"

Dengar saw the foolish elf boy run towards him once again, sword gripped firmly about to strike. Being approximately twice the height of him meant that he was twice as likely to get hit, yet his strength should help counter it. As He started waving his sword wildly at Dengar, he had to do a little more work this time to block him and even do some foot movement. He sidestepped around the elf twisting a turning his trident in just the right rhythm to avoid the blows, but unfortunately got grazed on the left thigh by the tip of his sword. The elf was quick, but his scales were strong and absorbed a lot of the damage.

He glanced downwards, no blood. But it pained him to move it so he decided defence was the best option for now. Dengar made a stabbing motion with his trusty trident slightly to left of the elf in the hope of the elf moving into it and then quickly flicked it towards the right hopefully knocking the elf onto the floor. He did not have time to check however as at that precise moment he got distracted by a hooded demon hiding in the darkness watching them. He turned his head back to the action trying to shake the thought out of his mind. 'He is next.' He thought to himself wondering what a demon would taste like.

Avennian carefully monitored his opponent's motions as he struck over and over again. The monster was able to block most of them, but Avennian smiled as he cut the monster's thigh. Avennian stepped back and looked at the creature's wound in an attempt to see how much damage he had done. He smiled a little, as he was not surprised that he had not dealt much damage. But making contact gave Avennian a better idea of how tough the creature's skin was.

Avennian quickly jumped to the side as the creature stabbed at him. However, he had not expected it to fling it's trident to the side. Avennian was able to put his sword up in front of him, and a loud clang rang into the air as the weapons clashed. Since the creature was physically the strongest, it was not surprising that Avennian had been knocked over. However, he reached his hand to the ground and performed a one-hand cartwheel type of move. Landing on his feet, Avennian realized that this was really much tougher than he had anticipated.

My own fault for my assumptions, Avennian thought to himself.

However, the creature put itself at a disadvantage; at least in Avennian's mind; as it turned to look at something. You don't have time to be looking anywhere else! Avennian thought loudly within his mind as he lunged at the monster. Avennian reached his hand out in an attempt to grab the creature's trident. He knew that he couldn't completely stop the lizard from moving its weapon, but hopefully it would prevent it from attacking. Avennian twisted his sword within his hand with great dexterity, so that the sword pointed away from the creature's body in his hand. Avennian then proceed to turn and stab at the creature's stomach, his back now facing the lizard's front. He aimed for a non-fatal area, as he had no desire to kill this creature.

Thorgrim could not belive his luck an abundance of deer souls and a massive fight he was gagging on the hate and death that filled the surounding area was thick and rich he opened his mouth and did what he did best feeding on emotions

As the elf did a complex move with his sword and attempted to stab at his chest, Dengar knew it would surely stab him if he did nothing to defend himself. His trident was not in a good enough position to block the sword and swerving out of the way of it was definately not an option for one so large. So he performed the best known peice of defence he knew, attack. Holding his trusty war trident firmly with two hands he made to shove at the young elf hopefully knocking him onto the ground.

With him on the ground this would mean that he could get in his usual fighting stance which served him so well. His trident held near the top with the right hand and further down the grip with the left, position diagonally across his body. This was a very easy position to block and jab in and simply tuning his body to the side would enable him to perform a powerful lunge at the elf.

All of this he thought in the split second before he shoved his trident at the elf, hoping that it might come true. The girl whom he had first met was casually sitting on the rock watching the fight. Infact there were many on lookers now, what did they think this was, a pantomime? He thought to himself, 'There is an elf and a human here crying out to be killed! Why won't you?' hoping that a whole chaotic battle would soon take place.

thorgrim is now taking intresset in the demon battling the elf it had strength to rival his own so he decended into the fray and attacked the demon with his mace hopint to throw him of balance

Out of the corner of his eye a huge liche came into the fighting ground weilding a mace. This was probably the most bizarre liche he had ever seen as for one thing it was nearly twice as tall as an average, and the other reason being that he was the only Liche had had ever seen who wasn't weilding a staff of somekind. His mace however looked heavy and could easily cause someone a lot of pain and as he realised it was being swung his way he quickly countered it with his war trident shoving it back where it came from. He knocked it with some force, possibly enough to knock it out of his hand.

thorgrim laugths "youll have to do better than that im afraid" as he bends over forcing his mace back into his hand he then uses the momentum of the trident to turn his body and attempts to deliver his foot to the Cave Lizarian's head.(none taken im just tired :lol: )

(OOC: Hey guys don't leave me out)
Shalura had been watching the fight patiantly, slight annoyance flashed across her reatures a Thorgrim plunged into battle.
"Typical" she said "he can't leave a fight alone"
She ran over to the two and leapt over Dengar and kicked Thorgrim in the chest then leaping off him to land acrobatically on the ground staff drawn.
"Last time I checked this was Avennian's fight" she said "go take you and your oversized rattle someplace else"
She drew her staff and lit up her fingers just to make the point.
"Leave"

(OOC: I'm not actually forcing you out of the topic if that's what you're thinking by the way)

Thorgrim laugths again "ooh i like em firery..and you can take your twiig and try it against my "rattle" and anyway i was attempting to draw you out we never did finish in the rooftop battle did we ? " as he charges his fire ball and throw it at shaluraknowing she was a hlf dragon it wouldn't effect her much but it was more a tease than an attack really

Shalura laughed off the attack.
"You must be mentle" she said "I'm half dragon you idiot"
Then just to be snyde she activated blur and dashed full speed behind Thorgrim and slammed her staff into his back then teleported just above him and landed both feet on top of his head rolling over onto the ground and proceeding to rush around Thorgrim in a cricle ducking his mace.
"Just try and touch me" she teased.

The elf was pretty confused as to what happened next. Avennian had gone in for his strike, but the creature had done a parry of sorts. As Avennian stumbled to the left, he looked to the right only to see that yet another had come to battle the creature. Avennian was quite angry at this, for he did not believe in unfair odds.

He watched as the creature and the thing, which he now recognized as a lich, engage in battle. Avennian's eyes narrowed with anger as he watched. He drew back his sword, and prepared to attack the lich. His 'other' side was beginning to show as his insides began to boil. Yes, Avennian's relentless fury against evil was drawing out, and his target would be in for quite a surprise.

However, he noticed that now this lich began to battle with the girl; after an exchange of uncomfortable words, and a fire attack. Avennian decided to finish what he started as he turned back to the creature. "Now that that little interruption is over, let us continue." Avennian took a step back. No, he would not be the first to attack this time. It was time for him to go on the defensive, and this creature would see what Avennian could really do.

Thorgrim Laugthed "half a dragon twice the charm" as he stuck out his mace and awaited eagerly for the possabilty she would run into his masterworksmace if not stop to avoid it he would simply spin in the opposite direction to the one she was travling simple really

Shalura ducked quickley and rolled over on the ground out of harms way.
"That was a bit predictable" she said.
She stood up straight throwing back her hair.
"Take two" she rushed at Thorgrim at full speed.

(OOC: Actually by the time you joined Alamor had sashed the roof in and beat the crap out of Malisaro)