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((Interesting... and I like the Horde banter. Originally, the Horde was going to be only located in Rantuinne, but I like this better. The largest of the Horde - huge, towering behemoths the size of a castle - are still focused in Rantuinne, though, in the depths of the desert sands. Okay, now introducing my new character, who doesn't even have a profile left.))

A lone figure was watching the battle from his place atop the castle armaments. He was precariously balanced on a thin beam of wood projecting from the very top of a large lookout tower. He was dressed in black garb; a long, fluttering cloak that moved and swayed with the wind. His dark hair covered his eyes for the most part, and the lone book he held in his hands dangled down towards the ground that plummeted below.

Suddenly the entire city was awash in activity. Guards and soldiers all along the walls, the towers, and the crenelations. They were armed with bows and crossbows, and some with slings and others with javelins. Far worse, however, was the large ballistae being readied on the larger, inner war towers. Ballistae could launch huge spears a great, long distance with little ere in their accuracy.

Trebuchet, as well, were being armed. These launched a great many rocks in a wide-spread pattern over the land, resulting in thousands of tiny, deadly projectiles.

The figure standing on the beam, however, simply raised his finger and let a harsh light engulf the castle... and when the light faded, moments later, he was falling through the air, upright, without flailing, simply gliding down towards the valley below. Erebus was, you see, located above the valley that surrounded it. A drop was a sure death, and it was a tiring climb up to the gates from the valley below on all sides.

However, the figure was not falling, actually, but just gliding. Gliding while standing tall, however. His cloak fluttered continuously as he descended, and the entirety of the city walls behind him seemed to be temporarily blinded.

After a few minutes, the magus landed gently a mere ten yards away from the two who had been (or still were) fighting the Horde. He seemed to be their ally, from what anyone could tell from these events thus far.

((Dang it I didn't post fast enough! Can you squeeze him in to join you, perhaps?))

((Man, you guys post fast gonk ))

The magus (who had been thirty feet away) was still standing, looking dumb-founded. Then he laughed - not very dramatically, just a simple mix between a real laugh and a chuckle.

"I suggest you hear me out before you attack me," the man called out, "if you don't want an entire city to kill you with arrows, rocks, ballista bolts, and other assorted projectiles."

He began - slowly - striding closer, hands at his sides, walking steadily. The magic seemed to have not affected him whatsoever. Which meant, of course, that he was magic.

"I did just save your lives," the man added as an afterthought, while still approaching.

"My apologies... I thought you were one of those Baeltan racists. My friend uses magic, you see, and I would prefer that he go unharmed. "

Raedou also walked closer. He tried his best to hide his limp; he could not
let this stranger and possible enemy know that he had a bad leg.

"My name is Raedou Ganzi. I am traveling to Eopia with my young elven friend, Perrault Terris. What is your name, stranger?"

Instead of recoiling as a normal person may have done, Farfarello pushed his forehead against Perrault's. Mimiking the alchemist's voice to almost exactness he said, "By Lady Elysia's gem, that is the phrase I swear I hear the most!"

Raedou looked down and thought for a minute.

Ephlas could indeed be useful. And, lucky for him, Raedou liked to seek out the positive aspects of people instead of the negative.

"We would be happy to bring you along, my spell-weaving friend. We are currently headed for the Mines of Kalesteses, so I hope you are well prepared... I left my pack over by Perrault... Follow me."

As he walked, he saw the demon throwing a temper tantrum, and little Perrault rolling on the floor with laughter. He grunted in irritation.

"I'm getting to old for this..."

(( I'll get you on Monday XD ))

Feelings? Farfarello thought, and laughed out loud. "No, no, not at all, it's just that's the second time I've heard that today alone. I'm Farfarello." Named demon's tail waved fluidly back and forth, his skin blending in well with the night sky. "And what are those rocks you were using?" He gave a sidelong glance at Raedou and Ephlas before returning his gaze to Perrault.