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Rore lowered his hand from where he was going to stifle another yawn, finding that it wasn't coming. He wasn't as tired now that Jake had said that almost casually. "Er, the guard barracks...armory...place. When did you find out about this? Wouldn't it be too wet last night, due to the rain?"

Gorash nodded. "Okay..." He'd never fought dark elves before, even when they were riding on giant bat things. Walking over, he picked up the spear that had been thrown, tested it's weight, then brought his arm back. After doing a small hop backwards, he threw the weapon, catching one of the bats through the throat when it screeched challengingly. It's death throes tipped the beast and it's rider over the edge. About three or so were left in the group now. Gorash dodged to the side as more spears were thrown, aimed perfectly at him this time. A loud keening sound made him look up to see a bat coming at him. It charged with the dark elf on it's back swinging a sword, smashing him in the shoulder in attempt to send him flying. But he'd planted his feet down firmly, catching the bat like he was hugging a stuffed toy. He used the momentum to swing it around and launch it at it's fellows, feeling a cut slice his cheek as it bowled one over. The remaining dark elf was unsure of what to do next.

((Bah, sorry I be slacking in this RP...Had to maintain mine I created and the others I'm in... sweatdrop ))

Rore nodded in agreement, not really understanding the extent of what Jake said. It was more in politeness and trying to wrap his muddled mind around the concept. "So even the rain couldn't have saved those people..." He bowed his head in respect for the dead.

Gorash frowned, a crease in his forehead as he thought. That would be the least that he would probably do to the poor dark elf. Just think of it. The inner voice of his darker side whispered enticingly. They say that dark elves are the masters of torture. I wonder how loud they can scream... Gorash clenched his hands into fists, shaking at the effort of restraining himself and keeping control. He forced himself to follow after Reaper.

Elistral was having a nice dream. First she was fishing, then riding a horse. Why was she riding a horse? She didn't know, just turned and mumbled happily in her sleep.

Rore laid a comforting hand on Jake's shoulder, as much as reassurance to him as himself. "Thanks. Shouldn't Strider be back now though? I know he said finding these elves were hard, but..." He trailed off not sure where it was leading anyway.

Gorash silently agreed with Oni. His skin prickled with the uneasiness of tension. The dark elves' eyes had begun to annoy and unnerve him at the same time, always floating out of and in sight. He kept his gaze forward and tromped along, muttering. "I feel like a rat trapped in a maze..."

Rore shrugged and let his hand fall back off of the boy's shoulder, letting it rest on his belt. "Well, it has been some time since any real danger's been around. He's probably forgotten." He stopped as the young guard who'd been leading them disappeared into a small tower, the barracks. Glancing up at the stone, he yawned and pinched his cheek to wake up. "You want to come in?"

The troops that had accompanied him trooped back down underground, many holding crates or dragging sacks. The village had fallen easily. Crow blinked at the coldness of the morning, though it was quickly warming up. Hopefully now, the supplies would last longer, now that the glutton was gone. Ezekiel cawed his approval, flying around.

Fenrir appeared behind Marie and George, looking a little more haggard in appearance. He rubbed an eye as he studied them for a moment. One of them looked disgruntled, while the other didn't seem to care. "Nice day out, isn't it?" He said cheerfully. "Fresh air and sun does a lot of good, I've heard."

Gorash bit his lip to stop a grumble from coming out, one that he didn't really have control over. The palace in question was as dark as the other buildings, though more extravagant in it's designs. Any other time, like on the surface, he would have been glad to stare at it for a long time. But now, he felt like just seeing the bright sun again. This blackness was too familiar.

Most of Salim's guards were fairly young, though a couple were middle aged or older. They'd kept a stern vigilance, though it wasn't really needed now that it was relatively peaceful. Rore felt a pang of homesickness when he thought about his own mentor, not having contacted him in so long. He pushed it out of his head while he went to find the armory area. "Have you been hitting these things with rocks? Look at these notches!" He exclaimed, looking over the blades of the various metal weapons. "Well, no...Erm, we were trying to sharpen them..." "Let me guess, without the proper whetstones?" "Uh..." "Well, they're still usable.."

A nice breeze came up, ruffling the tall grass and Crow's clothes. It was going to be a sunny day, he figured, compared to the night before. He munched on something he'd grabbed at random from a passing crate, his stomach rumbling a little. Maybe they'd go and sack another village. It certainly would boost their supplies further.

"George is right, what I am is definitely not a leech." Fenrir didn't elaborate and shuddered, not really liking the actual things. He plopped down on a crate, settling back comfortably against the wall. "Everyone wonders why I'm here, they never ask "How are you doing?" or "Yes, it is a nice day!" Oh well." He patted his hair down from where it had been sticking up, continuing. " 'Came to give you guys something helpful. But that depends on how bad you want it."

Gorash watched the giant bat fly away. not quite following Reaper's suit yet. He kept wondering why he called him "large". He'd always been of average height and slight build, excluding his armor of course. Or maybe you're just trying to deny something, hm? Shaking his head angrily, Gorash
stalked over to the beast and, after a brief moment of figuring that he'd have to ride it like a horse, climbed on it's back. Guilt washed over him when he thought how heavy he was for the bat, but it rose into the air easily.

((Waiiit...Who's the 3rd person who took the poll here?))

Rore jumped a little, glanced around before seeing Jake. He shrugged like nothing happened and went back to reviewing the weapon stock. Not that much anymore. He replied in his head, turning over a spear in his hands thoughtfully. What happened's in the past now. Even though I still think about it at night.

Fenrir gave an exasperated sigh and crossed his legs to sit more comfortably. "Ach, fine. There goes my attempt for courtesy--" He broke off suddenly and yawned widely, tears popping up at the corners of his eyes. Rubbing at them, he went on. "Sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night. Going on though, it has to do with Salim, of course."

Gorash felt like he had to duck down in the tunnel, though it was probably more spacey than he imagined. His normal vision returned to him and the light darkened considerably, until he saw an opening ahead. Blinking at the brightness and bringing up an arm to shield his eyes, he glanced at what lay outside of the mountain. "What...Where is this place?" He called to Reaper.

((Must be a ghost...
Edit: This ees asleeep! I think.))

Rore picked up something else, then instructed half the guards to do the same while the other half went off to the blacksmith's for the proper equipment needed to maintain the weapons. I...don't see why not. He sat down on the floor of the armory and took a lightweight sword in his hands, about to sharpen it with a stone. But he took a glance at Jake, who had sharp hearing due to his dog ears, and set it down again. If you don't mind listening to my rambling.

Crow watched some of the Ravagers milling around aimlessly. they were reluctant to go back down into the dark, underground tunnel. He wanted to stretch his wings a bit, so he let them stay. Soon he was up in the air with Ezekiel, watching the black bird dart to the ground every so often it saw a bright object.

"And a point for Marie." Fenrir chuckled inwardly at his little joke. Then he took some rolled up paper out of his pocket and showed it to George and Marie. "These are the blueprints for Salim. You want to accept it nooow?" He gave a cocky wink at the ice demon.

Gorash kept silent. He didn't know who he was talking about, though he had a feeling he'd find out soon. The bat he was riding took off, gliding after Reaper's beast. Another question nagged at his mind. How could these bats, if ridden by the dark elves, have no problem maneuvering in the daylight? He shrugged that off too, enjoying the cool breeze on his face. Does it really matter how these things work? The voice spoke up irritatingly. You'll just lop off it's head when we land, anyway. "No, I won't." Gorash muttered back. Oh, that's right, I'll behead it.