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Gramath after finnaly being free from his prison couldnt be disapointed in anything even the fact that his arm wasnt fully restored.
"Ah its good to feel the winds of the mortal realm upon my face shortly before they are lit ablaze."
As he said this he raised his normal arm into the air as a small orb of fire started to from. As it grew bigger his face darkened as if realizing something dark.
"You can't be serious." he said as he brought his hand down and stared at it the orb dissipating. "Only fifteen percent normal strength thats not fun... might as well steal something then." he raises his hand back into the air as the sky seems to light up in runes and glyphs. as this happens a loud booming voice echos throughout the city.
"Vault of the Gods, level 1 access, identity confermed, Gramath, item withdrawn, Sword of Three Souls." after this a bright light shoots from teh center of these runes and down into Gramath's skeletal hand. The sword looked like something out of a paladin story, the fact that this being could even handle this weapon is frightening(sp?).
"A bit too holy for my taste lets see what we can work with." at this statement the sword started to burn black fire and Gramath looked around starting to realize there were people. One thing he took more notice of that everything else. The Averiels sword. As the flames left the sword Gramath dashed at Damien aiming for a critical strike at his neck beign stoped just milimeters away by some wooden stick being pressed aganst his head. he found he couldnt move at all save his face so he turned to look at where teh stick came from saying
"How?!"


Fizbang ariving just in time to put a stop to Gramaths attack had reacted very instinctivly not even knowiung who either man was. but gramath he knew something about he could feel it, like a deep hatred. somethign came to the surface of his mind on how he knew Gramath and he spoke it without delay.
"I dont knwo who you are or of your quarrel with this man but there is one thing I DO know......you owe me money." As he said this he removed the tip of his staff off of Gramaths head, spins around and using it as a bat hammers gramaths stomach and sends him fifty feet down the road gramath landing on his back doesnt seem to be moving.

Xanmorn Laughed as the guardsmen came towards him "What did I do?" asked as the cursed tossed the knife up in the air he grabbed a guard by the wrist and flipped him over his shoulder and slammed his back on the cobble stone ground then turned to the other guards and caught the kind by the handle on it's way down "Any else?" he asked before turning and walking back to his bread shop.

Damien having regained his composure stood firm, and looked once at tarma something in his eyes said he wasnt running away.

The old man was stunned, how did he manage to knock someone back that far with his staff alone. If only his memory wasnt failing. "I do say that looked like it hurt." Fizbang said looking at damien. "Do you think he'll stand?"

Gramath slowly stood up, pure fury erupting from his eyes. there was something about this old man he couldnt put his finger on but whatever it was the geezer was powerfull. Best not to take chances. He raised his skeletal arm and pointed one finger at the old man and shot a ray. unfortunatly Fizbang was looking away at teh moment and teh ray hit him square in the chest. the force was enought o knock him down leaving only the Avierel left standing before him.

Damien looked back just in time to see the old man that saved his life get kocked flat my some spell. at this he stared at Gramath with new fury. "Its time i reswore my oath." he said barly auidable over the panic in the streets. "I stand ready now, as I ever will, against the coming of the Dark. I swear my blood, heart, and blade to the land of Aleron. It's people are my people; it's survival is my survival; it's prosperity is my prosperity. I stand guard against all evils, be they from within or abroad. By my Honor, I stand ready. Blessed Be Aleron in the eyes of the Gods." As he finished speaking both combatants dashed at eachother, blades coliding with magical feedbacks resounding throughout the entire city. they exchanged a few blows but Damien being outmatched and already tired from his previous combat was steadily failing.

"Youre not half bad bird," said gramath " but nowhere neer good enough to be worthy of that blade." upon stating this gramath preformed a final feint that damien fell for enabling gramath to strike him through teh back just to the left of his spine. the sword going clean through, was a gruesome sight the blood seemed to be swallowed by teh blade as it was removed and teh crippled fighter colapsed. "This world will be mine, and your petty oaths wont change that. XANMORN! your cover is nolonger needed return to the fortress imediatly!" he yelled at the baker. when out of nowhere a white orb of fire came and hit gramath on teh side of his head, teh sorce seemed to be the old man recovered from what should have been a leathal spell. the after affects were drastic. Gramath on his knee coughing up blood his flesh arm completly limp. "You heard me Xanmorn. Let us leave this wretched city today." as he finished this a dark portal opened behind him as he stepped through vanishing from sight.

Fizbang somehow surviving a ray to his chest stood up as if it was a glancing blow, he walked over to teh wounded avriel and picked him up like an old sack. carrying damien he walked over to where tarma was near the portal. he was estatic that his spell was that effective, especialy sence he didnt know he could cast it, nor how he did. "Bloody ruffianns always tryin to mess with the old guy well i shoed him a thing or two. isnt that right young ma'am." he said foolheartidly.

"Well thats good news this man here put up a good fight. By the way where does the transdimensional teleportation gateway lead to? id like to know before i step in, wouldnt want to wind up underwater without proper preperations." at this he thinks for a moment. "Were not underwater are we?" he seemed concerned and completly serious.

"Ill hold my breath just in case." the old man grabs his nose with a free hand and jumps through teh portal as if he was jumping into a pool of water. it was hard to tell if the old man was just funny, orr actually insane.

/exit to tower/

Conner flew through the portal still huddled in pain holding his chest on the ground. Somthing was going on, because lets face it, no one randomly falls over dieing without a cause, though this cause was no mear heart attack, or heart problem...Some one did this to Conner and wished him ill. He hears the voice again saying "Conner...Your elven god awaits you...Follow your false religion and burn for eturnity." Put on a building a dark figure in a robe hiding his face and body stands on a building watching the fight with Gramath. "Suthlarth Noray Mokola" he whispers and he teleports down behind the Captain. Each step he took it oddly sounded like bones creaking and his face was revealed a little more, his eyes were not in the sockets, and he had a black hole ehre his nose should be...An undead no doubt.

The robed man crossed his arms. "Oh dear...It looks like I've lost them" he said in a rhaspy voice "At least the elf boy's time is nearly up..." then he cackled manicaly.
Conner had gained a bit more strength and tried to crawl to a safer place to find help. It felt like his heart weighed a ton and was ready to burst. He thought while he was crawlking 'I-I can't die...I havn't had a good wine or a fresh fish today at all!' his stomach growled loudly from not eating...Or at least not for an hour.