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It appeared that the assassin, Algren, had not heard Crusera's approach. This made her position all the better. Her pearly white teeth were suddenly visible. So bright against the stark contrast of her charcol flesh.
The static electricity which seemed to hang in the air about them filled Crusera with confidence. She mimicked his own moves, leaping and hanging for a moment, suspended in the air like a honeyeater, hovering for those few second it took to suck the nectar from a flower. Or in the case of Crusera, to send her sleek black whip out, it's tendril like length coiling about the hilt of the assassin's cutlass.

"You should be more aware stranger. You are in enemy territory..." Crusera's voice was like velvet, dark and smooth. Her indigo orbs blazing with an inner fire.

The lips of Asmudius curled into a snarl as he felt his sword spiral away from his intended foe and he was forced to alter his decent so that he landed hard on his side and rolled away several feet and came up looking like an angry viper, his body coiled to spring again, as his feminine voice snarled.

“Well, the next time I fool you you’ll be dead!”

Algren looked at this new foe and clicked his tongue several times as he ran his eye over her, his eyes appreciating what he saw as the spear still spun in his hands before he turned back to his male foe.

“Well, I knew you would have friends. The question was, when they would show up. Now then, I’m going to make this simple and this is the last offer I make before your dead.” His eyes narrowed and his voice became ice as the spear stopped and the gloves groaned in a loud protest as they wound like snakes around the silver shaft of the spear.

“The Dragon Slayers and their legions are close, listen.” He paused and let the thundering of descending feet signal their approach. “They will kill you en masse, supposing Asmudius here doesn’t first.” Algren paused then and leveled both eyes at the white haired man who looked at Algren and for a moment there was confusion, followed immediately by the white haired man’s eyes widening and his shaggy head shacking.

“You wouldn’t Algren! Not again! You wouldn’t…” Algren smirked and the very calmly said a single, non-sensible word. A word, that, upon reaching Asmudius’ ears, sent the white haired man shrieking and writhing upon the ground. His screams were sometimes high, and other times, like the snarls of a caged animal. Algren turned from the writing form, his long, white teeth glinting like pearls as the first drops of rain began to descend from the clouds overhead. Algren’s rolled his neck, the bones there popping loudly as the sound of horse hoofs on cobblestone began ringing in the air as Asmudius’ shrieks reached up to the heavens. The black flames licked around Algren once more.

“This shall be your last chance to retreat foresters. After this, your dead, and I would hate to have to end this hunt so soon.” Algren then began to slowly walk backwards towards a doorway of a nearby house, the silver spear point out before him. He then spoke another word, harsh and cruel, and Asmudius’ body began jerking, and cracking and snapping as limbs moved in ways they should not and then suddenly Asmudius lay still, a low growl emanating from his lips and his eyes began to slowly slide open.((OHHH! What could this mean))
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Mistress Blood stood upon the high hill watching the two legions under the command of Lord Grefton and Fortin Bane charge into the town. She shook her head in disgust and spat on a tree, a tree that began to decay and rot as the fluid struck the dissolving bark. What was it about that fool Algren that made idiots want to follow him? The fool had the Emperor’s blessing for crying out loud! Even his own children didn’t have that! She hated that man, she hated him with every fiber of her being, but her father loved him and she knew that she could not directly attack Algren without the Emperor’s wrath being invoked. No, she would make Algren’s life difficult. Make him look a fool in his quest for the foresters, and when Algren lost favor with the Emperor, and she would do anything to make Algren lose favor, she would cut off his head. Personally.

((Hey guys, as you know there are no a bunch of Dragon Slayers and if you guys are interested in role-playing one, PM me and I’ll fill you in on what that character’s power’s are and what they need to do to fulfill what Je sius and I have planned. However, to interest you. Also I’ll be out of town till the thirtieth and no guarantee I’ll have a computer, so I’ll catch ya’ll later. Peace and Merry Christmas.))

"Let her sleep it off, I suppose..." Chrono said, shaking Sarah's hand. "Please, just call be Chrono, miss."

Rosette, in the mean time was now fast asleep, the side effects of the alcohol completely knocking her out. However, it didn't stop her from having dreams.

It was a peaceful dream at first, but it was more a fond memory than a dream, Joshua, her little brother, had not been born yet, and their mother was still alive. Her Mother was sitting outside the house, weaving together reeds to make a basket, she was rather plump, due to being pregnant with Joshua. Oddly enough, Chrono was sitting close to her, picking stray flowers and throwing them into the half-made basket. He looked just as he did now, only he hand much shorter hair. Perhaps this was more of a meddled dream than memory. She'd never known Chrono as such a young child.

"Mommy! Mommy watch!" Rosette shouted, she was just a tiny girl, as she stood on a low branch of a tree growing nearby, she was barely a few feet above the ground. Rosette's mother looked up to watch, her yellow eyes looked as dazzling as the morning sun. Rosette's father was close by, holding several chopped logs for their fire that night. His own bright blue eyes shone with excitment as he laughed at Rosette's impression of a bird. Rosette happily flapped her arms like wings. Her own eyes, one blue and one yellow, darted from her mother to father to make sure they were still watching her. Suddenly, her foot slipped and she fell hard on her rear on the ground.

"Ow! Papa I hurt my bum." she said tearfully looking around at him. Suddenly, everything was dark around her, everything was gone. Then she was in a dimly lit room. At the end was a doorway with a large table, and on it was a thin figure, covered by a sheet. Rosette approached it slowly, unsure of what to do.

She never did reach the sheet to see who it was, and she didn't have to. The figure sat up, the sheet still covering it slightly. It hung half-way of her face. It was Rosette's mother.

"Rosette... my little dove... come give your mother a hug, I've missed you so." The real Rosette would have been a little more suspicious, but the child in her, and that of the dreams itself, ran towards the table and hugged her tightly.

"I missed you to Momma..." Rosette said, hugging her even more tightly and breathing in her smell, it was her favorite smell, the smell of Juniper flowers. Her mother always wore them in her hair during the Spring. She looked up, wanting to see her mother's beautiful viberant eyes, and gasped. The sheet had fully fallen off her mother's face. That part that been uncovered was a mass of decayed flesh, rittled with insects and dirt. The part of her lips that was left smiled down at Rosette's horrified face.

"Come now, my little dove... give your mother a little kiss...."

And with that, Rosette woke up screaming.

"Rosette?!" Chrono, said, alarmed by her suddenly hysterics. He hadn't heard her scream like that in a while. He hastily pulled his hand away from Sarah's and tore off to the back room where she'd recently been sleeping.

Rosette was thrashing under the blankets when she woke up, and only calmed down when Chrono was there, pulling the blankets off and helping her into a sitting position.

"Rosette, calm down, calm down, it' s alrihgt. I'm right here. It was just a bad dream." he said to Rosete, who was now shaking.

"O-Oh God... Rosette...I saw my mum, but... she was dead or something, but she was there! Talking! But she was dead! Oh...it's horrible..."

"Shhh..."Chrono said,rubbing her back. "It was just a nightmare, nothing more, you're alright."

After a few quick, deep breaths, Rosette felt considerably better, but that only lasted a short while. Almost immediately she felt something rise up the back of her throat.

"Urp-!"

"Rosette? Are you alright? You look a little gre-Gaaah!"

Yelling was about the only thing Chrono could do at the moment, especially since Rosette's tolerance was nothing against that strange brew she'd found before. And like with most hangovers, she vomited, but never with sure aim.

"I just got these clothes Rosette!"

"How about the mess on me, Blaise?" Chrono asked, sounding completely mortified with what happened. Rosette was dangling half-way off the bed, and didn't seem to give a damn over the fact she'd just ralphed on her friend.

"Remind me to never touch that parshicular brewsky again..." Rosette said, still sounding very drunk.

“Oh . . .” Blaise smiled, “That would be the reason for you needing clothes.”

Blaise faced Chrono and summoned the disgusting slop covering him. She disposed of this by throwing it out the window again.

“There, that should be a little better.” She said stepping towards him, then she noticed the smell, “Uhh . . . or not . . .”

She went back to the doorway and stuck her head out.

“Erm, Sarah? Could you please go to the bathroom and, ah, bring up some water for a bath. The water will be cold so you might want to warm it.”

Sarah nodded and went into the bathroom to her left. There was a fresh water well just outside the house and a pipe ran from it to the bathtub and sink. Sarah drew enough water for the bath and set to heating it.

Blaise turned back to Chrono and said, “Just go to the bathroom and wash up. I’ll tell Kaden to leave your clothes just inside the door. You can go ahead and pull the dressing curtain around the bathtub so we won’t have another incident like at Riane’s. I’ll take care of Rosette.”

Galdin had sent the trainees back to their camp once the light had begun to fade. He had had trainees slip up in the darkness, and when dealing with foresters as unexperianced as the trainees, there was really no point in risking it. Once he was sure he was alone, Galdin walked out of the camp and through the trees, rubbing his arms as he did. He felt somewhat dissapointed with himself, but it seemed as if every muscle in his body ached.

"It's ridiculous.... I've roamed these woods longer then most soldiers lifetimes, I've fought in more battles then most men could imagine...... and I've been forced to see more undeserving die then any man should be allowed to live with." With a deep sigh, Galdin laid down on the ground, his head propped up against a tree. "I suppose I could never forgive myself for dieing without making sure I left behind some sort of peace.... ah well, no use in thinking about it now....." With that, Galdin slowly slipped off into sleep with the knowledge that he would wake up with the sounds of battle preperation.

Blaise nodded and stepped away from Rosette.

“I’ll be sure to watch out for that.” she smiled, “The bathroom is just across the way. Go ahead in, Sarah should be done at any moment.”

The smell of Rosette’s ‘ublurp’ still lingered so Blaise brought about a stir in the air to get rid of the sour air.