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Area 2 is west of area one. A little bit of history about the area. Here is were the First Summoner Tower was truly formed though summoners had been around for a while this is where they began to ban together in groups.

The Summoner Tower:

The Tower here is located not too far from the shoreline of this area. The Tower is a large black tower that can be seen even out on the sea. There is the usual small town around the tower and around that is a slight wall. This Tower is the Tower of Rising Flames. The Summon gained here is The Fire Bird (Pheonix) known as Fal Mora.

The Town:

The town is protected by the older more experinced summoners of the guild. The wall gives little protection there is a gate on the north, south, east, and west sides. Inside the town is of course the summoner school where the children of the Tower get to learn to be summoners. Other then the summoner school there is not much different then a normal town. There is a Tavern a market place the black smith lane the item stores and several other town stores such as supply shops traveler inns and such. Almost forgeting this is one of the few Summoner Tower Towns that contain an acctual Library. Here summoners can learn other basic spells need for survival in the world. As well the library contains information on areas in the world creatures and mythical things all throughtout the world thought to be non-exsisting.

The Forest:

The Tower is located in an open field just after the shore line not to much farther west is a forest witch streches from there following the entire western edge of the area and curving to cover the most of the northern edge and southern edge. There is not much important about these woods at least not in this area.

The Shore:

Well there isnt much to describe this other then it streches for most of the area before becoming cliffs.

Area Controled By:

The Tower of Rising Flames

Gaian Name: Margem

Character Name: Sarah Everwood

Character Race: Human

Character Age: 20 years old

Character Class: Herb-ist (deals with herbs and medicines), Wanderer/Traveller

Character's Spells/Skills: Skill with herbs (flavors) and with healing {knows how to heal with random plants}

Character's Weapon(s): A four foot sword with a green jade-like handle at her left hip, a dagger at her right hip

Character's Apperance:
* 5'7"
* Dark brown hair with highlights of red/"gold"
* Bluish-green eyes
* Usually wears a toga-like top, a long dark blue skirt (with shorts underneath), and black boots
* Carries a bag to hold her other outfit as well as her food supply and medicine tools

Character's History/Bio: Sarah was born 20 years ago in a small village. As she grew up, she was abused by her father and rejected by her mother. She ran away from her parents when she was 12 years old, stealing her father's sword and dagger.
She was able to learn, from a mentor when she was 14, the art of healing medicine. She has proven herself loyal to all who treat her kind, but be careful if you get on her nerves: she can easily poison you without you knowing it.
When she was a little less than 16, she learned the art of sword-weilding from another mentor.
Now, she's a wanderer/traveller and she's just trying to make the world a better place without getting herself killed.

Gaian Name: Dunkballz

Character Name: Sebastian Hawke (Seb)

Character Race: Elf

Character Age: 21 years old.

Character Class: Fire-Master, Wanderer.

Character's Spells/Skills: Can control fire. Is not extremely talented, and can NOT control the fire if it gets too big.
Update 09.04.2007
Learned to set his sword on a fire that will not be put out until the object(s) on fire is burnt up.

Character's Weapon(s): The Omniruler

Character's Unique Item(s): (Gained only by doing QUESTS! Will be given to by Guild Captain) None yet.

Character's Apperance:


Character's History/Bio: Sebastian was the son of a great man. His father was a legendary fighter, fighting for the sake of freedom during the war against men. After the war he received donations and eventually he grow big. He was rich and had great power. But the power was too big for him, and he went mad. He started attacking anything around the forest they lived in and stole their land. He was killed by a group of elves that wanted an end to his reign of terror. His mother was killed as well, even though she was innocent. All that was left was Sebastian. He was thrown out of the village at the age of 16 and had to survive on his own.
He met a group of wanderers, all men, and decided to join them. They taught him the art of sword fighting and controlling of the fire element.

Gaian Name: Mr. Ownage

Character Name: Gregory Moonleaf

Character Race: Wood Elf

Character Age: 550(appears 25)

Character Class: Traveller

Character's Titles/Nicknames: None as of yet.

Character's Spells/Skills: Sword weilding.

Character's Wepon(s): Longsword

Character's Unique Item(s): None

Character's Apperance: Gregory is six feet tall with shoulder length blue hair, uncharacterisic for an elf but his naturaly hair colour. He wears average clothing for the medeval days and the only thing about him that stands out is his hair and the red and black hilted longsword at his side. His eyes are dark blue, almost black.

Character's History/Bio: Gregory came from your average elvish family, except they were severely over protective. Some speculate that his travelling and lack of armour as just a way to spite his parents. He is kind and polite, but ruthless on the battle field. He shows no mercy, after all, how likely is it that the enemy will?

More to come as I come up with it. I'm making this up as I go along.

A brunette, with red/gold highlights in her hair, steps out of a forest. She notices a town nearby, one that seems to be simple and decent. Nodding, she makes sure she has everything she needs before heading towards the town.

Sarah Everwood, her name, makes a mental list to herself as she approaches the town: parsley, oregano, daffodil, salt, pepper, aloe, mint, and so many other items add to her list the closer she gets to the town.

A long eared elf with white hair and purpleish skin walked into the village and looked around. He had a scythe on his back and wore a robe fashioned with leaves of darkelf leaves. Looking around, he found the bar and sat inside, his hood up to hide his face.

'The sun's setting,' Sarah notices, 'The market's not going to be open for much longer.'

She picks up her pace before stepping up to the marketplace.

The lady stops a booth-owner, who is about to close his booth, asking as she mentally reads her list of items, "Excuse me but do you have...."

He soon left the bar as it began to close and looked around. "Ah...sacred light of the moon..." his eyes glowed as his form changed to that of a panther. He lept into the shadows of the trees and slowly slept on the brnach.

After buying her things, Sarah goes into the main town area, looking for a place to sleep.

"Sorry, we're full," one hotel says.
"Booked up, I'm afraid," a motel says.
"No more rooms, deary," another hotel says.

She looks around for a few minutes before her eyelids become droopy. There are no rooms or beds to rent out for the night. Where to sleep? The forest? The rooftops? She shakes her head before finding a side alley. She kneels down in the alley then takes a seat. The brunette rests her head against the wall and, firmly holding her bag in her lap as her hand rests on her sword's hilt, falls asleep. The moon shines brightly above her but she pays no heed as she rests.

He woke up in the middle of the night and looked around. He hopped off the tree and took and looked around the city just to occupy his time or until he became sleepy again. He soon came upon an ally and saw a person lying on the ground asleep.

"Poor girl...must be cold..." he sighed as he reached into his backpack and draped a blanket over her. He then smiled as he left and went on into the woods.

Everwood stirs in her sleep while it is still dark out. She finds a blanket laid over her. She would normally try to find out where it came from, but she is so tired that she closes her eyes.

Though she knows the person who gave the blanket to her is gone, she says, "Thank you for the blanket."

She then pulls it closer to her and falls back to sleep.

The brunette wakes up right before dawn. She stretches and checks that she has everything. She folds up the blanket that had been given to her and tucks in in her bag before she stands up.

"A new day and I have all of my herbs. I'm ready for it," she says with a smile before entering the town's main business block.

Sebastian stepped on to the soft warm sand and pushed the boat out to see again, hopiing the he wouldn't have to use it anymore. He had finally reached his detination, and just wanted to find a place to stay. He also needed a temporary job to earn money for food. He starts walking towards the city.

As he reached the town wall, a gate opens up and two guards came out. "Name and business here?" The one said. Sebastian replied plainly. "Sebastian Hawke, I'm just visiting." The guards moved away and let Sebastian pass.
As the doors closed behind him, Sebastian started walking around in the town looking for work.

The brunette looks around the block, the sun rising up over the horizon. She wonders where people are before she remembers the time. She finds a bench in the middle of the block and takes a seat. While she debates on what will happen this day, she pulls out some food from her bag and settles in for breakfast.

The streets were rather empty, but Sebastian had been asking a few people about directions and did now know where the business block were, the best place to get a job.

As he reached the block he saw that the streets were absolutely empty, and the buildings were all closed up. He looked at the sun and saw that it had just barely started to rise. He decided to sit down andw ait for the people to wak up. He sat down on a bench, and looked around in the new city.

Stepping into the light of the sun from the shadows of the woods, The dark elf enters once more into the town. He wanders around with a stern look upon his face as he eyes each store for any potential items he may use during his adventure.

"Hm...elven magic and weaponry is superior to these people...I doubt I shall find anything here worth my while..." He sighed as he walked to an openfield right outside the town and layed down upon the grass and looked up into the sky.

Sarah finishes her meal before standing up. Where was she off to next? She doesn't know so she shrugs and starts walking. Wherever her feet take her, she'll go.

Gregory Moonleaf, a six foot tall elf with shoulder length blue hair and dark blue almost black eyes, walks towards the east gate of the city. as he aproaches the gate two guards rush out, Gregory immediatly recognises them as Summoners.
"State your name and business." One of the Summoners says, his tone suggesting that he would not be accepting any jokes.
"Gregory Moonleaf," the elf replies, "I simple wish to find a place to spend the night and to buy some food."
"Very well," the second Summoner says, "You may enter"
"Thank you," Gregory says, nodding and walking calmly past them into the village. As he walks he notices a brown haired woman walking towards the gate he had just entered. When he is standing near her he greets her and waits ploitly for her responce.

The brunette Sarah Everwood sees a blue haired elf approach her and she tenses slightly.

"Good morning to you, my lord," she says with a small bow, "How fares my lord this morning?"

"Quite well," Gregory replies, not used to being as heavily respected as he currently was, "And yourself?"

"I am well, my lord," she says as she folds her hands in front of her, relaxing a bit, "What brings my lord elf to this city?"

She is quite comfortable in speaking this way because she was raised up to be formal and respective, especially in men's company and in the company of those who are her seniors. This elf, though he may be uncomfortable with the idea of her formalities, deserves her respect by the way her raising has taught her.

"'Tis merely the life of a traveller," Gregory replies, "If you see a town, spend the night and refresh your supplies."

"Very good," Sarah says to the elf.

"And what brings you here?" Gregory asks, a questioning look in his nearly black eyes.

The brunette shrugs before saying, "I have similar reasons for being here, my lord. I am here because it is a place where I can refresh my herb supplies and my medicines. It is also a place that I can rest at, I suppose, though there weren't any places to stay last night."

She adjusts her backpack asking, "Does my formality towards you make you uncomfortable, my lord?"

"Actually," Gregory replies, "I have begun to grow accustomed to it. I do not say much usually anyways so do not take it as me being uncomfortable of offended."

Sarah nods, "I ask, my lord, because I have been raised to show respect to my elders and to those of the male gender."

Lowering her eyes, she says, "It is obvious that you are an elf, so you deserve respect. That's why I address you as my lord, my lord."

"You have been raised well," Gregory replies, "However, there are some men who would probably want a little more than respect from a young woman such as yourself. I am not one of those men."

The brunette stays quiet, her face still downwards. She knows he is right. She's had a few situations where she was able to get away at the last minute, but they had been difficult situations, nonetheless.

"Do not dispair," Gregory says comfortingly, "I did not mean to scare you. It was merely a word of warning. One that may serve you well with your lack of weapons."

"Sure," Gregory says, Well lead the way Miss, what was your name again?"

"Sarah Everwood, Sir Gregory," she replies, blushing because she accidentally said 'sir' again. She shakes her head and turns towards the market, "Here. The market is this way."

Gregory laughs, "Don't worry about it. You'll get the hang of it eventually."

She shrugs, her backpack on her back, as she heads towards the market, the elf beside/behind her.

Gregory walks slightly behind and to the side of Sarah. He suddenly realizes that he must look like her bodyguard. It works I guess.

Everwood takes him to the market and, slinging her thumbs into the backpack, turns to him.

"Here you are..." she says, dropping the 'sir' and 'my lord', "Do you need any help finding things....?"

"Is there anything you would like to eat on our journey to your friend's?" Gregory asks. "I'm fine with just about anything."

"I have all I need," she says, tilting her head, "I was ready to leave when I met you... I just wait for you..."

"Alright." Gregory says. "I take it you did not buy enough food for two people. Fair enough. You had no way of knowing you'd meet me or that I'd accompany you." He walks towards a stand selling fresh fruit and buys two pineapples as he says this.

"I didn't have any warnings but if I had, I would have bought enough for two," she says, starting to pick up a sharp tone of voice and dropping her politeness as she is a bit offended, "I just never knew I'd meet you and that we'd travel together."

In fact, Sarah is offended because she feels the elf is saying that she wouldn't have bought food for two even if she knew they were going to meet.

"If you took that to mean I was saying you would not have bought enough food for both of us either way I'm sorry." Gregory replies. "That was not what I meant at all."

"Fine," she says, her polite side gone currently as she tries to calm down, "Need anything else?"

Gregory senses that Sarah probably wants some time alone so he buys the rest of his supplies in silence.

Sarah Everwood waits to the side of the market as the elf buys his items. She sighs inwardly knowing that her side of impatience/stubbornness is showing. She closes her eyes, leaning on a wall nearby, as she waits.

Gregory returns to where Sarah is standing after he finishes buying everything he will need. "If there is anything I can do to show how sorry I am for offending you just let me know." he says quietly after arriving near her.

The brunette shrugs, motioning to forget about the whole thing, before saying, "Are you ready to go?"

Gregory nods to show that he will forget it before telling her that he is ready to go. "Again I trust someone else to show me the way." Gregory laughs. "A nice change of pace. Lead on."

Sarah rolls her eyes before heading towards the city gate, "Who else has lead the way for you? Who showed you a way to go and how come?"

"I don't need to be there at any time," she says in a matter-of-fact tone, "In fact, she doesn't even know I'm coming. I'm going because I want to see her and because we haven't seen each other in a long time. It's to be a surprise that I'm even coming to visit her."

"So we have all the time in the world." Gregory replies. "That should make your training a little easier."

She slightly winces as she says, "A little? I just hope I don't hurt you or anyone else as I learn how to use the sword...."

"The part that will be the most dangerous for me will probably be evaluating what I need to teach you." Gregory replies, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Shall we begin?"

She slowly nods before saying, "I guess so...."

Gregory draws his sword. "Well then," the elf says, "Show me what you can do."

Feeling, and probably looking, very nervous, Sarah Everwood draws her sword.
"I.... I haven't...." she manages to say before clearing her throat, "I haven't really used my sword.... ever."

"Well," Gregory replies, "I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Just swing at me. I should be able to block it."

She sighs, "But, my lord, I don't wish to hurt you, even accidentally."

"I am a swordsman yet I travel without armour." Gregory says, wondering why he hoped that these words would comfort her. "If you do hit me I should be able to handle it."

She sighs before nodding and swinging with her sword, hoping she doesn't strike the elf.

Gregory easily blocks her swing. "Don't be so reluctant. Swing at me like you would an enemy."

Sarah sighs and closes her eyes. She pictures an enemy coming at her and she lifts her sword up. Opening her eyes, she imagines that the enemy is where the elf is standing.

'I am attacking the enemy, and not Gregory,' she tells herself, 'This is what I must think while practicing.'

She then swings again, thinking only of the enemy that has 'taken' the elf's place.

Gregory blocks her swing again, not as easily this time. "You seem to have a gift. Or an extreme hatred for your enemies. If it is the second one focus that hatred. Don't let it consume you, but at the same time don't ignore it."

Sarah pauses and says lowly, hanging her head, "Sorry...."

"At home, very protective. Away from home, they don't mind much, or so it seems," she says as they enter the forest.

The forest is dark with only slight light to see by.

"Oh goody, this is the best, sarcastically saying, part of the trip....."

"I would say stick close to me because I can see easily enough but you're the one with a better idea of where we're going." Gregory laughs.

Sarah rolls her eyes and continues into the forest.

"Wish I had the eyes and ears of an elf. I wouldn't care for the long life, though. One of the few like that, you know..."

"Yeah." Gregory sighs. "The long life would be bad for humans to have. All their friends and family would die and they'd still be alive and seemingly young. They'd see the passing of their own great grandchildren."

The two travellers are already half way through the forest by this time, luckily with no troubles as of yet.

"True. That would be a...."

Her words are cut short when an arrow flies out of the forest and hits Sarah in the left shoulder (the side away from the elf). It is a poisonous arrow and the girl gasps before falling to the ground.

"Dang it...."

More poisonous arrows come flying out of the forest, aiming at the elf. Of course, Gregory being an elf, the attackers use more arrows to try slowing him down, or even killing him.

Gregory jumps to the side, just late, and takes an arrow in the left leg. The elf curses and strains to see the attackers. "There you are." he says, gingerly pulling himself up off the ground.

Though poisoned, the brunette digs into her backpack and pulls out a gas-bomb. She throws it into the forest to the left of the path before searching for another one. Hopefully, she'll be able to find one.

The first bomb explodes on impact in the woods and releases a gas that envelopes the attackers to that side. They stop shooting arrows as they cannot see, their vision blurring from the bomb.

Gregory limps over to the girl and offers her a hand up. "At least we're safe for now." he says, his voice sounding pained. The arrow had struck the bone in his leg and cracked it.

Sarah Everwood sighs, her vision slightly blurring as the elf helps her up.

"For now..."


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A blonde haired woman rushes through the forest, trying to get away from the five men that chase her.
'I leave my home just to get chased? How fortunate for me...not really.'

She notices, ahead, that there is a blue-haired man and a brunette.
'That looks like.... It is!'

"Sarah! Help me!"

Gregory turns toward the voice. He sees a blond woman running towards them. Elvish in appearence, the woman seems frightened, although she still carries herself with the grace genetic to elves.

The brunette looks up and sees her friend coming towards them.

"Anna!" she says, starting towards her friend.

She then winces, sharp pain streaming through her body, and she falls to her knees.

She turns to the elf beside her and says, "Please, Sir Gregory, help my friend Anna."

Gregory steadies himself, being careful to keep his weight off his left leg. The elf notices the warriors' increase in pace. At least once the fighting begins I'll be too busy to worry about my leg.

The warriors spread out a bit more and, only about ten feet from the elf, the leader pulls something from his belt. He pulls a pin from the thing and throws it at the elf, causing a cloud of smoke around the elf. Perfect conditions for the warriors, though no one would know that except those that had gone before the elf and were long gone....

Gregory's keen eyes pick out silhouettes of the warriors. He tenses slightly. They're smarter than I thought.

"Greg! Where are you?" Sarah asks, trying not to become panicked.

Annalicia looks around, but can't tell what's going on. 'Too much time indoors, I'd suspect.'

A whizzing sound comes again, flying towards the blue-haired elf. The archers have started shooting again, missing the warriors as they can seem them and are on the same side.

Gregory dodges the arrows and swings as one of the warriors comes near. The man lets out a howl of pain as the elf's sword passes through his arm, cutting it off cleanly.

Sarah and Annalicia slink off to the side, letting the elf fight. The brunette thinks of something and pulls out a scroll. She whispers into her friend's ear something, to which the elvish woman nods.

The elvish woman takes the scroll, opens it up and, as the fight continues between Gregory Moonleaf and the warriors, sends a message to any fire-elementists nearby. All those who are fire-elementists then would be receiving a tiny fireball that, when manipulated correctly, would show a distress message from Sarah and Annalicia.

Swinging again Gregory slays the man. Soon he finds himself surrounded by figures in the smoke, slowly advancing towards him. The elf swings when ever one gets close enough, disemboweling some and wounding others. Suddenly he feels a rock hit the arrow in his leg. Crying out in pain Gregory drops to his knees, cursing as the arrow hits the ground.

The leader flinches and lifts his foot, just enough so Gregory can move. The elf rolls out from under the man, hitting his foot with his left shoulder and knocking him further off balance.

As the leader of the assailants was trying to catch his balance, Annalicia swings her sword again to see if he can back off more.



Sarah, on the other hand, finds herself advanced upon by the warriors.
'Oh dang... Now what to do?' the woman wonders to herself as she backs away, panicking internally.

The leader stumbles and falls as he attempts to avoid Annalicia's swing.

Gregory slowly rises to his feet, wincing as pain shoots through his leg. The elf glances behind him to see how Sarah is doing and notices the bandits advancing on her.

In Elvish, Anna asks the other elf, "Alright there?"
She keeps the other warriors at bay as she makes sure the leader stays on the ground.


A warrior swings his sword at the brunette female. The blow makes it's mark, Sarah falling back with a wide wound across her stomach. The woman becomes woozy, her vision blurring from the contact, before she hits the ground. She is shocked into incompetency.

Gregory limps up behind the man who swung at Sarah and slays him before he can turn around to face the elf. "You alright?" he asks. Suddenly Annalicia's question registers in his mind and he calls back, "I've been better."

Sebastian saw that the three were massively outnumbered, and figured he should help even the odds out. He concentrated his mind, pulled his sword, and set it on fire with his newest spell, "Eternal Flare". As he opened his eyes, the iris of his eyes were filled with a red, burning fire.

He lifted his sword, closed his eyes again, and could finally see all the people surrounding them. The three allies were standing right next to him, he could also see the heat of multiple enemies, and a few dead people, who were turning cold, and blue. He ran towards the closest enemy, slashed his sword, and hit, barely, on his right arm. The cut itself wasn't dangerous, but the fire caught at once, and after a few seconds, the man was in full fire, and the rolling on the ground didn't help.

The woman's eyes closing, she cannot say anything at all. The shock has paralyzed her for the moment as she lies on the ground.

Annalicia sees her friend go down and cries, "Sarah!!!!"
She has forgotten about what the elf has said. All she can think of is her friend: Sarah.

There is a large crack as a nearby tree splits open to reveal a sleeping girl. As the tree opens she is lowered to the ground by helpful vines. After a few moments she slowly awakes..."Where am I?"

Gregory continued fighting, know only that he could not let harm come to either of the women behind him. His leg did not hurt him, the adrenaline rushing through his veins insured that.

Annalicia runs to her friend's side, her sword still in her hand. She checks on her friend as she blocks the attacks against her.

She turns to the male elf nearby, "She's hurt badly. I don't know what I can..." She blocks another attack and snaps back with a swing of her own sword at the previous attacker, "What I can do for her in this mess."

"I guess we'll just have to clear them out then," Gregory said, cleaving the head of one man clean in two as he did, "But that might take awhile. Biggest band of bandits I've ever seen." The elf parried a thrust directed at his ribs and responded to his attacker in kind.