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" Ahh-- wait. "

It seemed that Elergy was no good with women, especially those with amnesia. Sairys was obviously suffering through something but she wanted him at arms length, no, she wanted him to get lost. Some thanks for pulling her butt out of harms way. Sairys' gauntlet was interesting, it had a life of its own or so it looked, but Elergy dared no farther, he was not wanted. Briefly the man would look around the whole of the room to see who else was there.

Elergy had spotted Lystral, but had not sceen the bar prior. Strange, perhaps the place was enchanted. He could find no more than a half eaten bag of saltines before.

" H-hello? "

" Elergy. You? "

The man's clothes were worn, he had been traveling for quite some time before reaching the dojo building. From first appearances it was hard to tell what he was really, you couldn't even be sure if he had been in a single fight in his whole life. He did appear to have an old looking book and some sort of compass on him though.

((My first post. Do bear with me, as I'm going to be introducing my character :3))



The Land of Arvahel. The Tyrant Arthox's Palace. Midnight.


"IT IS THE FINAL HOUR!"

In the sky swam a sea of arrows. Each found a home in the heart of a man, be they good or wicked. Above him was The Tyrant. His target was above him on his terraced promenade, shrieking like some child brat. A king in the full swing of his royal tantrum.

"STOP THEM!! HIM! STOP HIM!!!"

An arrow glanced off the man's shoulder. He was alone in a sea of enemies. His army was not far behind, but his hunger had driven him to charge ahead. This was no human urge. This was the calling of revenge. Arthox. Murderer of parents. Molester of children. Rapist, liar, thief and fraud.

"He is no King...."
Justice flashed before him, severing the soldier's artery before him. Blood clawed into the air, spitting into the eyes of those around him. They tried to wall him in, this beast of no mercy. They failed. His sword danced before like an over eager partner, and with each crescent stroke another warrior fell. They bayed liked wounded dogs, wishing only to flee but forced to fight on by their insane master.

"POUNDS OF GOLD TO HIS KILLER! I WILL MAKE YOU A LORD! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!!!"

The echoing crash of splintering wood resounded through the courtyard. It was his people, the men and women of Arvahel. Warriors each, and all with the same desire as Bayne. To see the Demon who ruled over them hung from the top of his palace. To have his head on a stake. Soldiers piled against the great oaken doors as the wood began to crack apart.

Bayne raced forward, drawn by the winds of fate. A giant of a man lumbered before him, hefting a mighty ax above his head. Bayne lunged between the behemoth's legs, sword slicing over the tendons at his knees. The giant roared as he crumpled to the ground. A puppet without strings. Before Bayne were the steps to the Grand Hall. The threshold of Arthox's sanctuary.

As he carved the head from a soldier's shoulders, it was clear. Sanctuary no more. The shouts of command echoed from behind him as the gate let out a final pained moan and shattered apart. The soldiers chasing this single agent of Justice now turned to see rebels pouring through the door. They fought like wild beasts with axes, swords and spears.

In the time of their distraction Bayne had made it up the flight of stairs leading to the Mage's tower. The den in which that black villain nested. There were few guards inside. Arthox had been impatient, and a fool. He was a philanderer, not a tactician. The few guards Bayne encountered had laid their weapons down.

"Go with honor, friend... you do what we have not the courage for."

He faltered, stunned by this sudden statement. The guards bowed, and stepped aside. As Bayne flung open the doors to the King's lair, he saw something which was not visible from the out of doors. Wizards. Mages dressed in purple, forming erratic symbols with their hands. Between him and Arthox was one man. A man in black.

Arthox turned to see the Avatar behind him. He brought his hands to his mouth and screamed as a child would. "HURRY! HURRY NOW OR I WILL HAVE YOU HUNG!!"

The man in black smirked. Arthox could make no threats now. He was a king without a kingdom. Maerlyn had other intentions.

Bayne's legs pistonned against the marble floor. His vision was all seeing and yet focused. He could feel Arthox's heart beart. Could see the fear in his eyes.

"I am all that you fear...." The Avatar released his wound up legs, jettisoning him through the air. A raptor diving to taste its prey. Justice spun in his hand, and his fingers found her handle once again. The blade now followed the length of his arm. He would feel the King's bowels bleed out across her.

The man in black raised his hand and spoke. Bayne passed into the void.

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And so it came to pass on that sunny, warm day that Sairys was about to have a rude awakening.

Of all the places in Divanon and of all the times Bayne flew into this world as he had been in Arvahel. The rage of a nation burned in his eyes, and his sword lashed forward with the force of conviction. Guilty, it said.

But she was not guilty. She was just some girl who found a sword tearing through the air to find her chest, and a man soaring the the air screaming.

"I AM YOUR EXECUTIONER!!!"

((Hm. Fun times! ^^;; ))

Bayne's first strike connected with sudden nothingness. He drew Justice back, teeth bared as he drove the blade forward to seek out Arthox's heart... then froze. His blade was still prepared before him, ready to strike at his command. The issue was that he was not ready. In fact, he was flabbergasted.

He looked at the woman as if she was a very unwelcome specter. "What black magic..." He turned his head to the side, his eyes traveling the length of the field and the wall of the Dojo. This was surely the man in black's work. Some hallucination.

He rounded back on Sairys, rage still very present in his eyes. However in the wake of this strange phenomenon it was quickly being replaced with confusion.

"Where did you take me! Where is Arthox?"

Bayne did not respond to her questions. He was in a one track frame of mind. He had to kill Arthox NOW. There was no other time. Where was his army? The sounds of battle echoed dimly in his mind. But suddenly it was no longer night. It was day, and he found himself here.

He pulled the shriveled hand from his belt, keeping his sword level with the woman as he held it out in front of him. It was not great artifact, but it would be enough to distort the image slightly. Enough for him to confirm his suspicions.

The air did not shimmer, nor did any shapes distort. Did that mean this was real?

"I... I do not wish to hurt you, but dispel this foul magic. My quarrel is with the King."

"Liar, You know what I speak of. Where is he?"

Like a wilting flower, the tip of Bayne's sword was slowly dropping to the ground. He could see in her eyes that she was telling the truth, but he could not believe it. Perhaps she was an unwitting puppet in the mage's illusion. They were all just creatures created by the magic.

He waited for her answer as he grew increasingly more bewildered.

{A figure in the distance aproches what looks like a small town, as he gets closer he sees its more like a fortress not unike the one he was stationd at with his comrads, but that seamed like so long ago}

So long ago { he smiles and winces } Damn it... havent had a chance to heal. { he reaches under his coat and touches the 2 inch hole in his side }
Ok. thats the worst of it i just need to find a safe place to do it.

{as he reaches what seams like the only gate to the tall wall, he looks up}
Normaly this couldnt stop me but i guess I shouldnt make a bad impression.
{he pounds on the gat hoping to get some ones attention.}
ANY ONE IN THERE!!! IM NOT HERE TO DO ANY HARM!!
{ He pounds some more}
I JUST NEED A PLACE TO REST AND HEAL!!!