Welcome to Gaia! ::

He'd been kneeling for what? The past hour? Two hours? Artemis had lost track of how long exactly he had been obediently still on one knee beside one of his Lords while the rest of the court mingled with feigned interest. The only time he was permitted to stand was when someone needed a refill of wine across the room when the flask was just beside them. His silver eyes focused on the pattern of engraved lines on the floor, making sure not to wander too far out to make him look as if he were day-dreaming. He was thankful he was so used to this or else his limbs would be stiff for sure.

A hand, his Lord Orvil's hand, came to rest on the back of his neck. The only movement he made was a slight tilt of his head to let him know he was listening. "Apparently another traitor has dislodged himself from his loyalties to us," the noble explained. "We may send you out this evening to find and eliminate him."

Artemis only nodded. Nothing unusual. This was one of the things he was used for afterall when no one else wanted to get their hands dirty. Later, he would be equipped with the proper weapons and sent out to find and kill the one who turned their backs on them.

: biggrin romius opened his eyes suddenly thrown from his state of Zen. Noticed a boy climb up on to the rooftop he was standing on. At first he payed him no mind but hen he saw the clothes he was wearing. His subsided rage began to rise once again. If he hadnt had self control he would have thrown him off the roof to the fires below. He sighed deeply and turned around and started for the boy his arms crossed tightly against his chest.::

"Little boy should you be down there having fun with your people? Im sure they wouldnt approve of you dirtying yourself. They must have spent a pretty penny to get you those clothes with the hard earned money they got from their laborous jobs"

: biggrin romius couldnt help but smile at his obvious sarcasim. He placed on hand on the hilt of one of the blades at his side. He was an excellent fighter and he knew it too. When he first started training, he was the best out of all the students. He first fought with two swords that he said were 'very light'. They happened to be the heaviest two handed swords that were made in the city. His unique fighting style revolved around the strength he had in his arms. He could cleave off an opponents head faster than you could drink down a shot of hard liqour with less difficulty::

: biggrin romius crossed his arms once again smling at the boy. This one was different from the other Magic users in the city. He seemed to have a brain unlike his half witted compatriots. He disregarded the boys demeanor and began to turn toward the comotion below::

"Theres hope for you yet boy but either way, im rather fond of my solitude. SO i suggest you leave and find another place to stand around before i knock you off this roof top myself"

"As you wish. I was just escaping, that is all. I had no idea anyone was up here," He bowed low and turned, waving a hand slightly as he began to walk away, hopping onto the roof of a different building and making his way back to his own house. He'd fix his kimono there, then enjoy as much quiet as he could get.

As Harmon approched the shore of Tialderoth a thud came before them. They had reached the shore and saw that Zlilphar was tired, "Okay my friend you can rest now," he made a circle with his hand and said, "Return," and the whale disappeared. He started walking toward red light ahead curious of waht kind of event.

In the middle of his walk he saw a Pantheon like holding area were the light led him to. He started on the road and since it was night he couldn't see very well. Harmon stopped and once again he started summoning saying, "I call upon the lord of the valley! I summon you! Come! Equine!" with the clack of his twister a horse shaped creature, "Hello friend come on lets go to the celebration," he smiled and as soon as he got on they zoomed to the area.

When he arrived and put Equine back to his home he started walking to the entrance and saw that there was a figure showing with a wide shadow, "Who is that?"

(<3 Cute ^^)

Did he mind it? He never really had a choice, nor would he if he did mind. This was his place, afterall. "I.. never really thought about it, my Lord," he admitted, blinking as he continued to stare at the ground. He just couldn't place this boy. Who was he? One of the other nobles' sons perhaps? All the more reason he shouldn't lift his gaze or speak in disrespect. Many of the older children were far too stuck up and wouldn't hesitate in creating a far-fetched tale of Artemis' disobedience. "It has always been something that passes."

Artemis had caught the movement of the boy's turned head through the corner of his eye when the name was called. So he was Elliot, was he? "I'm nothing, my Lord" he said, giving the same explanation he had received plenty of times before. Then again, he left out the rest of the speech he basically had memorized by now. He was a heartless, emotionless killer without a soul of his own. "A servant and a war-machine, if you desire an exact answer."