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Streak lead a small group of elite soliders who survived. With them was a Necromancer who was there to protect them. They entered to forest unharmed. Only one of the undead warrior attacked, but the Necromancer stopped it easily. The Necromancer began to walk u to Streak and suddenly stopped when she saw him.

"Stop! I sense two auras in you, how is this?" She asked. Streak looked her in the eye.
"Are you sure it isn't that I have a powerful aura?" Streak asked.
"I am certain. I will have to check you. I will have to destroy the 2nd aura." She replied.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that. I will not let you interfere." Streak replied, although it was not his voice. The elites all drew there swords at these words.
"You're possessed! STOP HIM!!!" She shouted.
"Stop me what? You think I will run?" Streak asked.
"If you fight you die, if you run you die, surrender, leave Streak alone. Let him be." She said. Streak laughed.
"Streak is dead. If I leave, Streak dies." Streak said.
"Who are you?" She asked.
((VV WARNING: ULTIMATE CHEESE ALERT!!! VV))
"Your worst nightmare!" Streak replied.

Streak then drew his blade and conjured another. The Necromancer attempted to exorcise Streak. All the elite soldiers attacked Streak. Streak merely stood there. He didn't even try to block, he just dodged them all. He then slashed one of the legs of an elite warrior easily, ad left him to bleed to death. Another he decapited. A third he impaled. All the time the Necromancer was attempting to exorcise Streak, but it was having no effect. Streak had already killed all 12 elites. Streak then walked calmly up to the Necromancer.

"Looks like 13 is your unlucky number." Streak laughed and the Necromancer screamed. Streak struck her down. Streak then cleaned his blade and threw away the other blade. It disappeared before it touched the ground. Streak then shout out into the trees, "ISSILDIA!!! HELP!!!" This was in Streak's voice.

((I think that longer than the last long one I posted. That might be the longest I've ever done biggrin ))

((lol, I can't post until Crow come's on :'())

The moment shouts were heard in the forest, Amber's guard sprang to their feet, weapons ready. Ten men would not be enough to any force worth mentioning, but duty is duty, even if to just buy time for her escape.
Besides, it would be a great honor to die for the life of a noble princess.
The captain immediately forced his body between Amber and the rest of the forest, protecting her with his life should an arrow happen to come by.
The guard began to say something, but it seemed to have faded out of reality. Amber closed her eyes and concentrated. In a split second, her nose had shifted, elongated into a snout and changed to that of a wolf's.
The world around her took an immediate shift, becoming laced with different undertones not perceptible by normal beings. She could smell the guard's musky scent and the sweat beading in his pours. She could smell the faint perfumes of her servants. More so, she smelt the battle. Blood was thick in the air, leaving an irony scent that mingled with the heavy smoke, clogging her senses.
Amber focused and soon, one by one, even for her other senses. each of them faded into nothingness. The screams, the blood, the panic. It all faded. There was just the forest. Pollen and the scents of vegetation filled through her, previously unnoticeable, along with something else. Presumably because of the battle, there was not even the markings of a single animal.
Some ways into the wood, there were other signatures. Blood was one of them. The sickeningly sweat scent was only one of them, accompanied by death and the distinct taint of something unnatural. A spirit? An enchantment? Amber was not sure, but it was fixated around the one living being in the dead. A man laced with both the air of a Valtera and Celtarie was being tormented by the unnatural taint. Many things were going through him, mainly emotions.
Dispare seemed to be among them. Why else would it call for help?
Another scent grew, closing in on the man. This one was a woman, mixed Celtarie and Anierian. She reeked of pain and determination, obviously set on finding the man and saving him.
Besides them, Amber could not smell anything else in the woods. She allowed her nose to return to its natural shape and felt her senses being clouded back into normality. She blinked and looked at her guard, saying, "There is no threat. Stand down."
He blinked and looked over his shoulder at Amber, studying her for a moment before each of the other guards dropped out of their fighting stances.
"There are two people in the wood, one tormented by an unseen force, the other attempting to rescue him." Amber stated matter-of-factly. "They might be in need of assistance and I do not believe they are hostile."
Every guard and servant blinked and looked at the princess for a moment and then nodded. Then, they set off into the woods.

((Just popped up to me. Are there humans? If there aren't, and each of these soldiers are one of those given races, then combat would not be as simple as sword hack and slash. They could shape shift and cast spells just as easily as anyone else.)

"Issildia, I'm here. We've been ambushed by undead warriors. They left none of the elites alive. The Necromancer managed to stop some, but was eventually overwelmed. I didn't know what to do, so I called your name and for some reason, as soon as I called, they fleed." Streak said. He was breathing quite hard.

(((South actually, West would go into Larovia'a territory. We are sending everyone towards Keirdon, but no worries, just check the mock up map on the first page if you are ever confused about direction, all of the kingdoms and cities are marked on that map to help you guys out. 3nodding )))


Issildia nodded at this, then she knelt to the ground where the Anierian Necromancer's body lay, she pressed two fingers to the gaping wound in the woman's torso. Blood from the wound stained Issildia's fingers as she drew them away and rubbed her blood covered fingertips together as her eyes darkened.

"This one was not killed by an UnDead" Issildia said bluntly, and her azure eyes flickered upwards to rest on Streak.
Suddenly Issildia disappeared in a swirl of shadow and reappeared only a few feet from Streak, her scimitars crossed at his neck.


"Who are you!?" she shouted, her voice stricken with rage and silent threats.

"I have suspected for sometime that you were not who you claimed" said Issildia coldly, "I only needed proof of my suspicions to act."

Her scimitars bit into his neck, drawing blood..."And if you think I will not end both your's and Streak's life here and now, then you are mistaken...for who would want to live when controlled by the likes of you, it would be mercy on my part to end my comrade's torment."

Again the twin blades bit into his neck, as her eyes became dark and foreboding, "Now release him...and perhaps you will survive to play this game another day" she paused before bitterly uttering her last unfaltering words.

"I have lost everything and everyone I ever cared for... so don't think for even a moment that I won't end the both of you here and now..." Again Issildia paused, "Now release your hold on him!"