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Bar'Toc swore loudly in his native tongue, as he tossed the street Urchin aside. The little beggar had been of no use whatsoever! He'd simply tried to swindle Bar'Toc, the child obviously realising he was from out of town and thinking him an easy source of cash.

As the ragged runt scurried out of the alleyway, the large dark-skinned man leant back against the mildew crusted wall. This was all going far too slowly! He had to find the Achim soon, before things were too late or things at home got out of hand... but how was he supposed to accomplish such a task in such an uncivilsed city as this one? Even the children had no respect for there elders!!!

No such a thing could ever occur back in Jambella, the impudent infact would have been lashed 20 times just for asking to be paid to help locate someone!!

Bar'Toc sighed.

To each his own...

These foriegn ways may seem strange to him, but obviously they worked. These heathen hole of sin and strangness flourished, while his own once great city teetered on the brink of anarchy and destruction!!

The Achim must be found before all was lost!


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die bankier listened to runecaster's story with rapt attention. before runecaster had left, die bankier had known him to be one of the wisest of his aquaintances. now, though, it was difficult to measure who's wisdom was as great as his. few travelled as extensively as runecaster. even fewer had returned to use the experience and wisdom gained in the lands of maxim.

die bankier was not fooled. this was a great warrior and adept indeed.

he raised his glass in toast once the bartender had passed around drinks - "to the immortality of the soul of the adept!" though it did not befit his drowish nature, he did nonetheless enjoy the occasional foray into the morale boosting effects of ale.

he was growing weary of the relaxation, and, upon excusing himself from company in the tavern, he went part of the inner sanctum of the TGA Inn - the training halls. he had spent but a few moments here previously when he first inspected the inn, but he wished now to feel a weapon in his hands. he remembered fondly years spent in his youth practicing with a rogue master of melee-magthere, that great training school of menzoberranzan. he favoured a series of chains as weapon: lashed with barbs and spiked through and through, he handled the weapon from two rings placed among the chains that it would be weighted correctly while held in both hands. contrary to the traditional two-chained weapon, his weapon held 4 chains, producing an effect akin to a whirling dervish of chains constantly surrounding him. this weapon he fought with while operating in direct combat operations. due to the bulk and propensity for the weapon to make noise, he never used it in operations requiring stealth; contrary, however, to the pracitcality that ruled die bankier normally, he chose not to drop the weapon, as he gained grim amusement from the fear it instilled in the hearts of those enemies he encountered, chains whirling around him.

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Runecaster smiled and nodded as die bankier made his excuses and left the table. It was good to speak to one so capable and intelligent. Many who were one had a significant flaw in the other. Perhaps under this leadership, the Adepts would more than hold their own until the others regrouped themselves. If the Adepts failed to hold together then perhaps Runecaster should take those he knew best and escape to more defensible lands for the time being.

He pondered the idea, for though Runecaster was no coward, he recognised that the Adepts were significantly weakened by the problems in the upper echelons of the guild.

He had already pledged to aid the cause as best he could but there was no point watching friends die in so poor a situation. These people deserved more than just an honourable death, they deserved an honourable life.

Runecaster ended his musings abruptly and finished the last of his ale. Turning, he moved quickly into the inner rooms of the inn. Those which were not generally announced to visitors. It was assumed that those who needed to know of their existence already knew.

Moving swiftly through the corridors he passed training rooms and bedchambers before coming to a small, insignificant door. Upon opening the door, however, a person would see one of the true wonders of magic in the world. A true scrying pool. And it was to this that Runecaster went.

He had a feeling that he would have need of the knowledge this pool could give him. For once more, he would have to fight to save his lands.

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After the unfortunate defeat by the swarming army of the heathens, General Bubble retreated to the country side along the great mountains in the realm of the Reavers and intended to assist his allies as soon as possible. He quickly gathered a small force by recruiting more soldiers, though not elitely trained like his previous guards, and return to the main battlefield of the Akuma. Unfortunately, he was betrayed by one of the generals in the Reavers and his newly assembled army was defeated in the open field. The traitor refused to open the castle door for him and just watched him die outside the fort. He swore to avenge the death of his men and sought an explanation from the leader of the Reaver alliance.

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Without a purpose to stay in the realm of the Reaver alliance, General Bubble decided to find himself another trusting alliance where he can once again claim his loyalty and power. Once being one of the most powerful warlord with 1.8 miliions networth, Bubble sometimes lamented over the loss of the previous war due to lack of alarming. The picture that his vast kingdom was burnt and raided by the ruthless heathens disturbed the peace of Bubble's mind. He was trying hard to cheer himself up now that he has found himself a good leader to fight along side by side. He swore to himself that he would never and never, give up. He shall avenge for the death of the thousands.

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die bankier whipped and lashed his chains about, striking imaginary opponent after opponent. he was glad to have, in the employ of the adepts, an illusionist mage who could create false images of people - enemies - to work as well as, or better than, the average weapon master. they carried weapons of their own, and occasionally struck die bankier. this fueled him further; he was driven to perform all the better. as a product of drow society, he knew what it meant to be driven to perform better - the frequent beatings and whippings, the constant threat to one's life. these were negative incentives.

he felt a slight pang of pity for the drow of the underdark - they who would never feel the urge to better oneself merely for the fact in and of itself. it was always towards some materialistic goal or attainment of greater power for which they trained to increase their abilities. this is what it meant to be alive - to strive to better onself, to strive to better one's comrades and friends. well, part of it, at least.

die bankier rarely got philisophical. he took reality as it was presented to him. if something happened, it happened; there was nothing more nor less he could do other than to act in accordance with what the situation demanded of him. it did not matter what complaints he uttered, for example, if a heathen came to destroy the lands that he protected; they would do so regardless of his calls for mercy.

and this is why he fought.

he finished another round of exhaustive excercises, and called to the mage to stop. he had had enough for the day; he would retire to the tavern and see who was inside drinking the fine liquids that were the pride of the inn.

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Abhorsen, with his apprentice/lover Vayne at his side, entered The Grand Inn for the first time since he allied himself with The Grand Adepts.

He noticed nothing especially distinguishing from any other Inn he had been at, but he wasn't really paying too much attention to the decor. He wanted to know who these people really were; he respected them in combat, for he had fought along side them in a recent war. He remembered that feeling from his time in the Reavers, the lust for battle, no matter what damage was done to you, you got back up and gave hell in return.

That was The Grand Adepts in battle, and Abhorsen liked it.

The dark couple made their way to the bar, and ordered their drinks, soaking in the atmosphere.

I assume you want to socialize some now, spoke Vayne.

Not yet. Let us observe first. I like to watch. Replied Abhorsen, that wicked grin on his face.

Vayne returned the grin, and they watched the goings on in the Inn.

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Runecaster stood staring into the pool as it's glow illuminated his face. The powers of this pool were none to a handful of the Adepts, but those were the ones who would need it.

Visions flashed before him. Images of wars, maps, portraits... in short, the history of this isle while he had been away. Honourable heathens were shown; and Runecaster nodded in approval. Great advances were made in strides towards peace between certain guilds; and Runecaster was pleased. But even more were those that mistook the heathens for inhumans; and Runecaster was saddened.

Throughout the world, there were some who held themselves aloft, arrogant in their persual of the eradication of all but themselves. Did they not realise that a balance must be reached for the world to be safe? If one would become too powerful, the others would struggle to bring it down. Thus forever maintaining the cycle.

And balance was good, despite the everlasting bloodshed it caused.

And now, the images sped on to the current world. Leaders who were wise, assassins who were plotting. Of course, Runecaster could only get a vague idea of what was going on, he had not the power to foresee the future, but that was enough and it could be used.

Runecaster frowned though as one particular image flashed before him... Someone he had long held a strange relationship with was weaving their web of deceit not far from this very inn.

As the glow faded, Runecaster leant against the wall and debated what to do about them...

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Fireslash was drained from a tough day of farming. The man was used to battle, but his home had called to him this last week. The peasants were upset that none of the aquired land was being developed, and where it was being developed fights broke out over ownership. He decided he would visit the nearest Inn, in order to grab himself a few cold ale's before tomarrow's work began. The Inn was known as the The Grand Inn, and he figured with such a name the place could not be too bad.

As he walked from his castle to the Inn, each step seemed to increase the burden of his fatigue. When he reached the Inn, he barely had enough energy to open the door and find himself a seat.

"Barkeep!" he yelled..."Will ya bring over two ales as quickly as possible?"

With that business done with, he slouched back in his chair and awaited his cold refreshing ales.

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die bankier entered the tavern section of the inn, happy to see at least some adepts lurking around the tavern. big fire guy, as usual quite easily standing out among the adepts, was relaxing in a chair. runecaster was nowhere to be seen, unfortunately. the inn, die bankier had noticed, had suffered a deacrease in patronage.

he figured that there was something that should be done to remedy the problem. the gnomish illusionist was called into the tavern area, and die bankier quickly explained his idea to the gnome. though the gnome did not appreciate that his skills were being put to use in a more utilitarian fashion, he did enjoy the creative challenge that die bankier set out for him.

suddenly, lights of all manner began blinking around the tavern... spotlights, one might call them. and sound... music with guitar and string base began playing. an area was cleared in the tavern; it would be a dance floor.

a small number of men and women began arriving at the inn - people die bankier had known previously. the good sort of people who enjoyed the company of others, and the company of ale. people who had seen battle, and some who had not; but all whom die bankier trusted.

there would be a small party at the inn tonight, and all were invited.

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Hundreds of years had passed since the last great war between the alliances and the scourges. People had almost forgotten what a war felt like; children and young ones played around in the town happily since they did not know what a war felt like. General Uchiha had long become the legend in people's heart. Now his successor who though young is indeed another outstanding general who recently got appointed to lead the palace elite guards. His name was Shin, who held the title Captain of the elite force which was in charge of the security of the royal family.

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Captain Shin wandered around the street, dwelling on the conference that the king had informed him about. He "luckily" was appointed as one of the representatives to attend the meeting called forth by the alliance leader DieBanker. Inside, he felt a bit of reluctance. Yes it was honerable to represent the king, but he just didn't want to leave hom. Having a good life in the a little suburb town next to the capital city, Shin despite often occupied, loved to walk along the riverside and watched his own fellow people work hard in farmlands. He knew a big responsibility would soon fall on him once the alliance leader reported some recent news about the enemy movement.

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An age has passed...

Having travelled almost all of the known Foretian empires, he now yearns to find a place to stay if not to defend for its sake. This time, he made his way to known group known to many as the TGA. The Grand Adepts took his attention not from its name, but by the rumors he had to himself ages ago. Without hesitation, from the 'land of the south' which was his home before, he now took his path to the land of the TGA.The morning was still young and he was sure his journey will go smoothly. Having packed all he wanted he rode on his mount and never looked back...he was on a quest for a new beginning.

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At dusk he arrived, having no place to stay for a while, he made his way towards this strange inn. Rumors had it that mostly all of the officers of the TGAgrouped themselves here which made it more quite interesting to himself. The Grand Inn, which was the name of the inn, was somewhat strange at all. He felt as if he was being called...'much more interesting', he whispers to himself. Without a second, he made a small laugh and gesture his mount towards a barn at the side of the inn while making his way inside. It seems the inn was not excactly what he was expecting. As he was getting closer to it, he heard noises coming from the inside. It seems some sort of celebration or a party, he thought to himself. Without another thought, he opened the entrance door...

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I walk into the Grand Adepts Inn's tavern. There are lights blinking on and off all over the place, with no discernable source... Music playing all over the place, while no band could be seen...

I walk over to the barkeep, and yell above the clamour A pint of your finest ale, bartender! One such as myself could not celebrate without it! He chuckles slightly as I say this, probably because he's heard the same thing said to him a thousand times, or more.

I drift into the crowd, hoping to get lost for a little while in the party.


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Jackie laid there awake late at night doing absolutly nothing. All that was on her mind was the future of what will become of her. So much questions that she want to know the answer to right at that instant.

Will I be a good leader? Will my people trust me enough ? Will anybody listen to me just because I am a female ruling a kingdom? Will this Grand Inn over charge me?

All will be answer in the future, but for now she must lay back down and head to sleep. It's a big day ahead of her tomorrow.


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The lands of Maxim were quiet. All around there was silence, as a fallen warrior was saluted. No war, no killings, no nothing tonight, simply silence and mourning. It was rare that something like this would happen, almost unheard of. Respected by all, whether they be friend or heathen, Sartorious had placed himself within the hearts and souls of all within the lands. His legacy would live on for many moons to come. Tonight, for Ba'ashkai, there was no alcohol, and there was no talking - he would remain clear in his thoughts of mourning.

Tomorrow may be different.

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Still, for Ba'ashkai, Maxim was quiet. There had been no blood spilt, yet land had been taken. His scouts had stumbled upon a group bearing no banner, and holding no troops... they did, however, hold a great deal of land. He sent just a small portion of his troops to claim these lands for himself, and they returned quickly. Again, building could begin within his Realm - maybe soon he would become King of Maxim once again.

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Runecaster sat and watched the reports come in. Still no war. A few bandits were destroyed, a few choice villages overcome for their resources, but nothing concrete.

He felt distracted, upset. The Adepts could not hope to further their plans or inflict damage upon the heathens in such a way. A real war was needed, a challenge against honourable warriors, a fight which might hang in the balance of a few snap decisions. But unfortunately there were no such targets. They were all either insignificant or already engaged.

Runecaster sighed but knew there was nothing he could do to change things. All he could do was wait and watch. Sooner or later, the heathens would make a mistake. Or make a cowardly hit. And then, Runecaster would be able to step in and aid those in his faith. Until then, there was nothing to be done.

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Sitting in the room, lounging amongst the people someone taps Elmo on the shoulders. Elmo jumps to and hits his head and spills his ale all over the place.

"What do you want?"

Bad news sir, there is a change we may go to war. Your scouts report that the Isonians are preparing for war. Four realms around you have forted with Nubash and have a huge chunk of change sitting around to fund the war. My suggestion sir is these foes may do some real damage so I recommend that you head home and prepare for the worse. I'm on a slight whim that we will be hit tonight. I have already rallied the troops and set up the defenses. I pray that they do hit us, for we need to expand our boarders further. All we need now are the priests to set a fog and for you to order the troops. The flags of Foret has already been raised now come quick there is a carriage waiting for us.


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die bankier partied hard.

as a drow in the underdark, there had seldom been parties - at least, parties that didn't involve their share of subtetly, assassination and intrigue. he had been only to a few surface parties before this one - and he had enjoyed himself there.

the music was going, and he was content to lose himself within the crowd. he spoke with few; he simply let go and let himself get lost in it all: the adrenaline, the emotion. pheremones were giving him a natural high, and he didn't mind letting himself loose in the feeling.

he lived for the moment, for moments like this...

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Opening the entrance's knob was the first thing to do. He silently opened it as to catch no one's attention. He slowly made his way to the side of the inn without drawing attention. As he made his way through this side, he noticed a somewhat peaceful yet silent and kinda boring surrounding. This was kind of a strange for a tavern inside the inn. He noticed most if not all of those people there we're on their uniform...they looked rather strange as if having some discontentment on some side of their lives. Too strange for a warriors too look as such inside the tavern...

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As he was about to lose...a sudden sounds can be heard on the other side. He was greatly surprised by it. He made his way into that side and found out that it was the real tavern of the inn. He made a small laugh of himself and turned to smile. "oh man, did i get lost back there." He looks closely on that side and saw a bunch of officers were having some party. One of them there was losing his self on the crowd, danicng rather wildly among some of the lovely entertainers and men-on-uniform. As if he was among with the crowds, this one caught his attention. He made his way to some side of the tavern where he could find a place to sit and began to observe...

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I walk through a foggy field. Somewhere, in the distance, I hear a roar. But from here it's only a soft whisper in the wind. I walk through this field, and out all around me I see changes of color, blinks of light. It's a bit warm here, but I don't mind. The ground feels firm under my feet.

Suddenly the wind picks up. The roar starts to get louder. My steps start taking me the length of long strides, then jumps, then finally longer than I could possibly jump. Each stride. The terrain is whirring past me. And suddenly all the lights, sounds and motion fly up into my face.

I'm back at the Grand Inn.

These herbs that old wise man gave me are pretty good, I think with a chuckle. I down another few leaves and keep on dancing through the night.


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After having partied for longer than i could remember, I go off to one of the rooms, tired. I flop down on the bed, eagerly waiting for sleep. But I cannot, for some reason, seem to fall asleep. I stand up, and go to the window. There is a half moon up in the sky, lighting up the surrounding countryside. It's beautiful, really - a haberdashery of trees, open field, and whatever finds itself in between. It's then that I realize what's been robbing me of my sleep - hunger. I must not have eaten for... I cannot remember when I last ate.

I leave my room and head for the kitchen. I poke my head around the door of the Inn's kitchen, and catch the head cook's attention. Do you think I could get some grub to fill my stomach, to speed my slumber? The cook looks at me with a slightly incredulous grin, sighs, and then has one of the sous-chefs fetch me some fine meat from what they were preparing and a pitcher of ale.

Don't mind him - he's just stressed out from the party. He didn't know it was going to last this long... the sous-chef explains to me. I nod, appreciatively, and walk back to my room to feast upon the Inn's fare.


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