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(This thread is meant for roleplayers starting in the magical kingdom of Kei'Inria. Several port towns dot the outer rim of the continent, giving them access to the other continents..)

[A dark obelisk rises from the center of this kingdom, bathing itself in shadows. Darkness and secrecy shroud this nation, as their capabilities and powers are truly unknown. They send out many military units to other countries, as they themselves are peaceful with all other nations. Their warriors are known to be top-notch, and possess great magical abilities.]

The warrior stopped his horse outside a small inn in a poorer part of Kei'Inria. The Inn looked a bit tattered, certainly not someone who looked like him would stay in. However, he unmounted the white warhorse and tied it up outside the in to let it drink and rest. He then walks into the inn, his armor making clanking sounds as he walked.

Inside, men were either drunk or gambling...or both. The warrior ignored the beggers and walked straight to the bar.

"Good day, what can I do for you my lord?" The bartender was surprised to see the warrior in his inn and was extra polite in hopes that the warrior would pay good money. The warrior pointed at the jug of water. "Water it is then my good sir." The bartender poured him a glass of water. The man paid the bartender five gold peices, four gold peices above what he was supposed to pay...however, the bartender didn't mind and just tucked the gold away. "Anything else?" The warrior took a sip of the water and motioned for paper and pen. The bartender, confused, fetched the tools and handed them to the warrior. He wrote for a little while and then huddled over the counter pulling the bartender close, showing him the paper.

"Oh my...that." The bartender said under his breath as he saw the note. "If you want it, it'll cost ya, you know?" The warrior smirked and nodded. He pointed to the back of the kitchen and the bartended nodded, taking the man behind.

"Get out!" The bartender commanded his workers who scrambled away. "Well then sir, how much would you be offerin'?" The warrior threw a bag of gold onto the table. The bartender eyed the gold with greed, but decided it wasn't quite enough. "Sorry sir, that stone is special." However, this got on the warrior's nerves. The swordsman grabbed the bartender by the collar and glared at him through his dragon skull helmet. "L-let me go!" Just as he said it, he felt a knife being brought to his fat gut. "I-I don't have it!" He confessed and the warrior's grip loosened. "I sold it to a merchant in Danndrin! Please sir, let me go!" With that answer, the warrior let the man go. He then look the dagger and carved something in the table then left the inn.

'Remember the name Valk Raerik, fore if you lie, he will be back to claim his stone."