Several thousands of years ago in the lands of the far west, the meager lifestyle led by the many peasants and villagers of Ashcliffe made for a sad time just scraping by. One moment you wonder whether or not the shade of the mountain would protect your hut made of mud brick and wood or if it would fall, smashing the small life you hoped to lead and dreams with it. 

 Keeping this in mind, your ancestors toiled and toiled without end until upon the horizon, a cloud of hooves and rising dust came like the final plague of death...and so was slain, the men and women of the vale beneath the mountain...among them; a lavishly dressed man bearing a crown of bright yellowish hue they called gold...He issued the order, and before it was known, these strangers and violent savages slaughter and butcher the masses. and without respecting their rights as human beings, did they build streets of stone, a large structure known as a castle, and set up vendor's booths upon their numerous and unmarked graves...

 As the decades came, and went, the spirits beneath the city forged in blood, also known as Myrhal the Holy City; did become enveloped in the fog of ages, where the spirits of the men and women who did die a violent and sudden death returned and wreaked a just and violent revenge as a revenant from beyond the veil of death itself. They spread plague, famine, horror and death to all that would call itself alive, with an unknown messenger from the beyond at it's head...much of this information has been lost over time...

This cryptic waste now enveloped in fog has become a cursed place to which no adventurer may hope to enter and live. The area under Ashcliffe has become enveloped in a veil in which life and death present no meaning, and the wailing of the dead may be heard.

It has been the better part of a thousand years, you are an adventurer charged by the Emperor of the southern Imperial alliance of Hydra's Cross; to go to this hidden vale of empty reasoning and discover what it is that caused the land's fell fate...but, as you will soon discover, this is but the beginning of the adventure itself...

Rules:

Article 1: Passive Roleplaying

• When you are talking DO NOT cuss like a sailor please. I can understand the use of expletives while in moments of great physical pain or immense frustration. But they don't need to be used all the time in regular conversation.

• Let's keep arguments out of the RP please. I don't wanna hear you're grudge against some guy or some other guy.

• If you are one place and the person you want to talk to is elsewhere, please take the time to actually make you're character go there. And don't just poof out of nowhere.

• At the top of your post please put where exactly your character is. I think we'd all find it easier to see where everyone is and how to creatively build upon eachother's posts if we know where everyone is in terms of their general location.

Article 2: Combat Roleplaying

• When fighting please don't cuss every other post.

• Fight fair, you are not the almighty god of war. If I find that you're not taking your fair share of hits I will boot you out (after 4 offenses to this rule)

• When you're character is injured, you can be rescued but realistically: if you are half dead or unconsious, you can NOT pull off miracle dodges or evasion tactics. So be fair and stick with it.

• if a character MUST murder for the sake of the ongoing plot, then consult the person you wish to kill first, ask their permission over PM's or something and then let me and everyone else know what's going to transpire.

Article 3: Romance Rules

• I only have two rules:

1 = Stay in the PG 13 spectrum (meaning no sex in the middle of the thread)

2 = It is encouraged

Article 4: Character Creation / Submitting Below, please submit the following information and then give an introductory post

Character Name: Age: Race: (any race is acceptable) Profession: (any fantasy themed class) Weapons: Skills: Introductory post/ Sample: (1-8 Paragraphs)

Article 5: Expectations. In general I expect dedication to this RP. please do not ditch it after a while for no reason. If there is a reason for which you cannot post or update then please let everyone know what's going on so the story can continue. In addition this is a Semi literate to Advanced literate roleplay. While I don't expect novels of an overdone scale; I do expect your posts to make sense to what's going on and have proper punctuation and spelling. I know that writers block hits the best of us, but do avoid one liners please.

((Here's my character! :) ))

Character Name: Vyze "The Wanderer" Invictus Age: 35 Race: Half Human, Half Dragonkin Profession: Rogue (With assassin qualities) Weapons: Rapier (Used in off-hand), Elven Longsword (used in dominant hand), Longbow, Phial of Deadly poison, Smoke bombs Skills: First aid, Create poison, Backstabbing, Riposte, Neutralize poison, Longbow sniping, Sneaking, Lock-picking. Introductory post/ Sample:

• It was a simple letter he had received; to rendezvous in front of the palace gates to be briefed on the assignment at hand...to liberate a town flooded with the accursed souls of the undead with a group of other adventurers seemed a trite task for the daring rogue, but if it meant earning his town's independence...then so be it. He sighed and took into account his surroundings; no one around but the occasional merchant about to open shop for the day, as it was about the better part of daybreak. The town seemed to have a musty smell as the morning dew settled on the grass just under foot. The castle watch had shifted duties in which one traded places with another and permitted the other to take leave for sleep and food. The whole area emanated peace of mind and the welcoming comfort of home...

  His next thoughts were about finding apt hiding spots and possible hidden passages that led into the great structure should he ever need to return here for a contract in the future, for he offered his loyalty to none but those who had true virtue. Yes, he had agreed to come and take the job unpaid and unrewarded. But why, why when the Emperor himself offered a prize of one-thousand gold pieces and an opportunity to join the order of the Silver Fang?

"Because I am not what I am to make a name for myself, I act for the greater good of my people..." His voice spoke aloud for the guards to note his presence...he was not there to kill anyone, but to wait for the other party members to arrive and that they may set off on their quest. The Rogue, Vyze, was a man of simple taste mixed in with personal conviction. The Hardened Leather armor he wore was segmented in places to offer swift movement and practicality, as well as being light. It was slashed in places and battle-scars were visibly seen on the armor itself. His right shoulder remained un-protected even by cloth. His Vambraces and hardened leather boots looked of Elven make adapted for his tall form. Vyze himself, stood at five feet nine inches and possessed a light tan complexion with a full face. What could be seen of his torso from his ripped undergarment was that it too was battle-scarred and hurt, but still Healthy and young. He was of Dragonkin blood, which was reflected in his eyes, a scary light green with a slitted pupil showed upon his face which was kept at a relaxed and content expression. His medium length auburn hair was braided back with spare strands hanging over his face, and the talon of a dragon hung from a separate braid over where his right side-burn would be. The chestplate he wore was of Hardened Leather and his thick baggy pants tucked into the greaves he proudly wore, and his boots looked of human make tied at the ankles by bandages to prevent them from falling to pieces of useless leather. Overall, he was a generally good looking man of good stature with an improvised appearance in terms of clothing.

Vyze smiled and let out a long winded breath that shook him out of his reverie and sense of duty for a while as he took a seat next to a tree and removed a small box containing parts to his flute made of wood...after all he would need to entertain himself while the other adventurers took to the streets to get here. The Rogue assembled the flute and placed the mouthpiece of reeds onto it's place and began to play one of Gestahl's most famous folksongs, it was clear that the rogue was passionate about music and his duty, but also liked to have fun and ease up whenever the opportunity arose. His playing sent him into a mental trance of sorts where he envisioned the woman of his dreams lively and free, painting a scene of beauty and peace with a simple wave of her hand...and the music took such beauty as he envisioned the scene...soon the town guards looked from their posts and noticed Vyze playing and began to sing in undertones and smile...'twas rare that such musical talent be found in times of distress such as these...but it was a welcome break from fighting and war...and as Vyze understood it, this break would be one of few that he would be graced with on this journey to reclaim...whatever his highness was to have him and the group reclaim.

OoC|| Alright, I'll bite.

Name: Echo Amoux Age: 23 Race: Were-cat (specifically, of tiger origin) Weapons: In her humanoid form, she keeps a nimble, double-edged staff glaive in hand, more for intimidation purposes than fighting. In her bipedal were form, her sole weapon choice resides in a pair of menacing clawed gauntlets. Typically, though, she has mastered using her body as a weapon as a sort of martial artist. Skills: Experienced exotic animal tamer, general animal behaviorist and linguist, tracking, martial arts, herbalism, and animal skinning.

Introductory Post: Echo planted her feet firmly as she thrust her glaive into the earth. The red satin tied around it's top end snapped wildly in the wind. Facing her was her oldest challenge, curling it's scaly lips into a savage snarl. The amethyst dragon dug its massive claws deep, scarring the ground below it. It's towering, outstretched wings cast a shadow upon the clearing. Echo could feel the heat radiating from its chest, it's fire fighting to emerge. It's piercing golden eyes reflected its frustration, but, surprisingly, Echo sensed no anger from the beast. A dragon who can suppress anger is a dragon who is useful. Echo reflected. But it's most dominate emotion driving the dragon to her was curiosity. Surely a humanoid whom could understand it was very interesting. In Echo's hand was a giant uncut emerald, reflecting against the dragon's burnished scales. She herself was surprised she had gotten this far, successfully pulling the dragon from its lair and into the open. She guided a hand over her scalp, taming her long, golden mane. Like her species, she was tall, reaching just beyond six feet. Her thin, willowy body disguised the beast she had within her. Her green eyes, like that of the color of the emerald, were locking upon her prize, analyzing it carefully. "I have no weapon, my elder." She said carefully. The dragon's eyebrows twinged with her words. Echo cleared her throat then grumbled a dull, low growl. She lowered herself onto her knee, as to submit peace to the beast in a way it could understand. The dragon snapped its jaws in annoyance, but stepped forward. Echo's heart beat in her throat as she remained motionless for the dragon. It brushed its muzzle across her head, inhaling deeply, before retreating back again. A cautioned greeting. The dragon was still wary, but its eyes were consistently drawn to the emerald chunk in her hand. Echo smiled. While dogs were trained with fresh meat as a reward, dragons were trained with shiny objects. And clearly this one had enthralled the giant beast. "For you," She offered, raising the emerald, "If you listen." She set the emerald down and waved her hand, so the dragon watched her rather than the trinket. She stood, and the dragon tensed, raising its head. From behind there was a nervous squawk. A prominent harpy eagle, hiding in a tree, paced its branch nervously. "Quiet Renix!" Echo hissed. She crept forward slowly. Like any typical dragon, the beast did not back up, but he did seem to shuffle his feet. He was rather small for a dragon, perhaps only a few years old, but he would do. She was only a few feet away from him now, her hand open to touch his shoulder. Quite suddenly the dragon grunted, and nimbly leaped over Echo. Cursing under her breath, Echo spun to give chase. She lunged forward, her body suddenly transforming. In but a moment she became a tiger, sprinting after the dragon. The beast took hold of the emerald then flung itself skyward with a mighty pump of its wings. "Coward, weakling!" Echo cried after it. "Renix!" She shouted, pointing at the dragon. The grey raptor took flight, taking chase after the beast. Echo whistled to her horse, then dashed after the dragon, chasing it along the ground. Renix attacked the dragon's paw which held the emerald. The dragon snarled in detest and swung at Renix with its free hand. The great bird dodged with a quick tail twist, then burrowed its head into the dragon's fist, snatching the emerald from it's grasp. Renix leaped from the dragon's midst, diving back down to Echo. For a moment the dragon remained, flying above them, trumpeting its rage. Echo pulled a dagger from her horse's saddlebags, flinging it at the great beast when it came close. "Begone, hatchling! I thought I had use for you, but it seems I was wrong! I have no place for a coward!" The blade dug itself into the dragon's side, who wailed. Turning sluggishly, the beast made its escape, back to its lair. Echo stood, remaining in her were form, sighing. Her flaxen fur billowed in the breeze as her tail curled in chagrin. "Where have the ancient, confident dragons gone, Renix?" She hissed, her voice deeper in her animal form. "The brethren of our deceased ally Lichro were more daring than he! Where are they hiding!" She clawed at a helpless tree trunk, her crushing talons digging deep into its bark. She sighed again. Another failure. Renix flew to her and dropped the giant stone in her hands. "Come on, Alouch," She gestured to her mount, a dark grey war horse, who had followed her as she commanded. Renix cawed and alighted Alouch's saddle, resting as they returned to their encampment. The unusually giant bird, reaching almost five feet in height, looked odd upon the horse. Echo stifled a laugh at the sight as she returned to her human form. "You always cheer me up, Renix." She said, running a hand down his leg. The bird cooed affectionately, nodding its head. As they approached the clearing, their peace was again disturbed. A piercing hawk call radiated off the towering trees. Echo clicked to Renix and he quickly took flight, darting through the gnarled branches. As Echo and Alouch emerged into the clearing, Renix alighted the ground beside a dwarfed messenger hawk. "Home, Alouch." Echo said, pointing back to her encampment. Alouch snorted in reply and trotted back to the camp, hidden in a small cluster of trees. Echo whistled to the hawk, who immediately took flight and landed upon her leather clad arm bracer. She pet the bird quietly before retrieving the message upon its back. Despite never meeting this bird before, she managed to control it effortlessly. There were few wild animals, like the dragon, which Echo had difficulty understanding and taming. Her eyes widened with surprise at its contents. Has my work at the battle at Kelcrig's Gates finally been noticed, after an entire year? The Emperor of Hydra's Cross implored for her aid. The task was to rid the town of ____(?) from their unwanted guests, legions trickling in from the hellhole Ashcliffe. Even consistent with the Emperor's generosity the reward was titanic. As Echo sent the hawk away, she sat down in the clearing to ponder the letter. Money held no interest to her, nor did glory. But the thrill of a challenge never ceased to attract her. And she needed a distraction from her rigorous dragon hunting. Echo read the letter aloud to Renix, who was growing better at understanding human dialect with each passing day. "Are you in the mood to return to the battlefield once more, Renix? To bring death from the skies to our unsuspecting enemies?" Echo entertained the thought, exaggerating as to excite her old friend. The raptor bird lit up with enthusiasm, frilling its crest and cawing with exuberance. Echo smirked, reaching up to scratch the bird's chin. "Very well, my dear. Thankfully the rendezvous point mentioned is but a few short miles away--less than an afternoon's travel. And the day is still young, at that!" Echo was never one for prolonged consideration to plans and decisions. "Although," She paused, "I will need more than you at my side, Renix. In such short time we couldn't get word to the marshland lion pride, but I'm sure our old friend Lycroth is prowling about. He has always been oddly protective of me." She looked to Renix. "Seek him among the mountains to the west. As we well know, he does love his high places." Renix nodded swiftly, and, without question, took flight, steering towards the horizon. Echo did not get up right away, again marveling at the sudden change of events. Finally, something interesting.

OoC|| I started to get tired, but I can post again to bring up to speed with your character if you like. ||

((OOC: That would be a good idea, there's not much to do until at least one other person joins up...But thank you for joining up with this :)))

With the final note of the fourth movement of his song, Vyze placed his flute back into it's case, segmented and incapable of operation once more. But by this point there was more people about in the streets who heard his song and waned back into the nameless faceless crowds of the city as it's people began to move about their business; though in this city, this was the least busy part of the day. The rogue stood up from his tree-side seat and stretched his arms out once more. The day was still young and daylight was nary here, but no other warriors summoned were about the area. No Knights in shining armour, He filled in the Thief's shoes (though he hadn't pick-pocketed in fifteen years), no cleric to be found for so noble a cause as this...

"Ahh...the day's almost arrived and still no sight of anybody else who got the letter from the king? Is this a ploy to have me arrested?" Vyze stood up now and decided to put on a little show for the young'ns who decided to stare at him. From his pack he pulled an apple, and with that apple he picked up a stone, and with that stone Vyze added a coin to the mix. The Rogue began to juggle the items, but messed up almost as soon as he had started, and the apple came tumbling onto his head, the coin hitting his eye and the stone barely missing his left ear. With a grunt of pain and a little humored at his failed attempt at entertainment, caused the children to laugh and applaud. For his next act he exuberantly called forth:

"And now shall I seek my just revenge on this apple! coin! and stone! Have at the three of you!!!" Without thinking he began eating the apple in the most, non-epic fashion he deemed fitting, placed the coin behind one of the child's ears and threw the stone at the castle pond creating a small splash onto a guards leg. The children laughed and thanked Vyze for the entertainment and he waved an apology to the guard, who had begun calling him a demon. With the children gone, he resumed chewing on his apple and reclining back under the tree he had taken up. The only thought going through his mind were those of "at least someone got a kick out of my performance!"

Finally Echo stood and sauntered back to their encampment. Thankfully, all their was to clean up was her bedroll and cooking supplies. She bit eagerly into a pear she had stashed for a special occasion. It seemed fitting, for the change of pace. She then retired her grungy road clothing for her more fitting apparel. Most of her under clothing was rather scanty and flexible, considering she needed clothing which could go through her transformations. Even her leather arm bracers were laced with loose stretch string. For modesty's sake Echo covered herself with a royal blue and gold cloak. She slipped on a pair of laced flats, of which would probably break if she made a quick transformation. But Echo became used to ripped and broken clothing, especially during her more volatile nighttime transformations. She was one of the few weres afflicted with a rare genome causing her to shift to her feral form on all nights excluding a new moon. Echo had learned to control it with herb elixirs and meditation, but she got away from herself sometimes. For sanity's sake, every were needs a "release" in which they run feral without control for at least one night of the moon cycle. Full moons were typically the unavoidable time. Even Echo could not control that feral turn. But with age a were becomes more aware, and Echo has gotten to the point where she can avoid catastrophes in her feral form, such as razing small villages. But, a typical full moon night ends with Echo sitting alone, staring at her bloody hands. Her species was ostracized in the humanoid world, but they could thankfully hide very easily among them. Echo gathered the last of her cooking supplies and jammed it into Alouch's saddle bags. The towering horse stood patiently as Echo increased his load. She then alighted his lofty form. The horse grunted, and tossed its majestic head, as eager as she. "Then onward friend," Echo commanded, without a leg or rein queue. She guided him through the forest down one of the main drags. She could smell the village miles down the road, marking their destination. She looked behind her, scanning the horizon. Renix had already disappeared, a speeding speck in the sky. It was rather useful to have one of the fastest flying animals at your command. Impressively, Renix was even able to outmaneuver a dragon. Echo turned back to the road, covering her head with her hood. A woman alone on the trails was not only frowned upon but an open target. Even a warrior as herself could not travel alone acceptingly, to her annoyance. Within daylight Echo and Alouch arrived at the town, which was bustling with activity. Echo's grip on the reins tightened as a few passerbys investigated her with a curious eye. The humans quickly made Echo nervous. She cut Alouch through the town quickly, checking for any official-looking sign. Not even another war horse in sight, only plow and cart horses. She snorted, considering the deadline for the other party members to arrive was tomorrow. Once they were back in wilderness, she found a quiet glade to stop right outside the town's castle. Faintly she heard the laughter of children down the way, but ignored it. They would be gone by sunset either way. She quickly dismounted Alouch and relived him of his load. For a moment, she pondered. Why did they really summon me, a werefolk? Only the officials present at that battle saw who I really was. To any other man, I'm just a woman with a giant bird at her disposal, nothing more. Surely the other members of this party will think me a jest. She began to have her doubts about this mission as she started to collect firewood.

((Sorry I didn't post for a few days, been really busy >< ))

After what seemed like an eternity waiting, movement, and a significant one, drove Vyze out of the reverie he was in. The crowds parted and lo and behold, another person who didn't look like a villager came into view. Vyze spotted her out, and noted the fact that she had a humongous bird for one. For two, she had an air of mystery about her. It took Vyze a moment to realize that this someone was here for the emperor's task besides him...really? The assassin noted the presence of the woman making her way closer on horseback...and then started to collect pieces of random wood. The assassin's curiosity was piqued as he sauntered over to the woman, making no attempts to be stealthy or sneaky and outright introduced himself. With a cordial smile and the blunt force of words that could only come from a man who's had the "Nothing but business" way of speaking with a hint of playfulness.

"Hi there, Were you also summoned by the Emperor for some unknown and seemingly suicidal task? or is it just me?" Vyze narrowed his eyes, deep in thought as he extended his hand in a way that suggested that they skip the exchange of pleasantries. Many things were going in and out of his mind, much like how the people of this place were traversing in and out from their businesses and vending booths. Among those thoughts were about her bird and how she could be a beast tamer. Or based on judging her appearance, she could have hailed from the woods or some kind of woodland community. Vyze's mind jumped from hither to tither as he awaited for some form of response.

ooc: hope its not to late to join Character Name: Trina Nightflower Age: 18 Race: Elf Profession: Jack of most trades Weapons: two small hammers one for each hand. Skills: Cooking, Sneaking, Simple heal spells and potion making

Trina walked around the town in a daze. She had received a letter from the Emperor asking for her help. “Why the heck does he want my help?” she asks herself scratching the back of her head. Her skills were mediocre and she even knew that. Sighing softly she waltzes up to a vendor cart and pretends to look around. The market place was the best place to gather information, even if most of it was gossip. Something catches her eyes it was shiny and just lying there by some mans foot. She casually walks toward the man and bends down to retrieve it. Now sneaking was easy picking something up without the owner noticing not so much. “That’s mine.” The man growls as she goes to put it in her pocket. “I know sir I was merely picking it up for you.” She replies with a smile tilting her head and causing the few strands of her black hair, not in the loose braid which covered her ears, to fall in her face. The man snatched the item, a shiny new dagger, from her and walked away. Trina stuck her tongue out childishly at the man’s back. "Hi there, Were you also summoned by the Emperor for some unknown and seemingly suicidal task? or is it just me?"

The question caught her off guard and she spins around opening her mouth to speak. Her tan eyes land on a man who was not talking to her but a tall woman. She snuck closer to the duo hoping to have a few answers without actually asking questions. Hopefully they weren’t better at sensing things then she was most people didn’t like being eavesdropped on.

((ooc: : nawh, it's not too late :3 this RP didn't really go anywhere so it's still open for joining! ^_^))

Seeing as how this woman didn't want to answer him Vyze shrugged and waived off the unresponsive one. It wasn't anything big, but ignoring someone who was talking to you was considered to be woefully rude in Gestahl...and Vyze was mildly offended. It was about a five minute walk before he felt a presence in the area...a sniff...and he turned about to note that footprints were leading back to where he just was...the footprints were slim and streamlined based off of the shoe marks. The steps were calculated and full of intent, someone was sneaking in the area. Without thinking he picked up a pebble and flicked it in the general direction of the footsteps, the stone made a whizzing noise as the pebble flew he heard a clack...now he knew he hit one of three things; hardened leather armour, the trunk of the bush that was overlooking his previous conversation part, or the wall of the town.

"There is someone there, c'mon out okay?" Vyze grimaced and shook his head in an amused fashion. A few people stopped to watch him do something...but they didn't know what it is that he was doing. as amusing as it was to watch the Rogue talk to someone like a child, the other people had business to attend to. So after a brief pause, each civilian meandered on his/ her own way.

Trina jumped slightly as a pebble hit the bush she was sitting next to. “Maybe it’s just a kicked pebble.” She thinks hopefully. "There is someone there, c'mon out okay?" those words killed the hope that she hadn’t been caught but the speaker, the man, didn’t sound angry no...he sounded like he was talking to a child. Frustration bubbled through her and she jumped out from behind the bush. If he wanted to talk then she would talk but she wouldn’t be talked down to. She pauses taking a deep breath he probably thought she was a child not an adult when he talked so she tries to calm down. Walking to him she smiles great big hoping to seem as little as a threat as possible. She had learned that when you look weak things pass you by and give you a chance to do something sneaky. “Hello sir!” she chirps cheekily her eyes taking in all of his weapons and her back tenses slightly. She extends her hand in greeting.

It was almost as if this girl were the very embodiment of the sun; Bright, energetic, happy looking. It was refreshing to see someone with a personality respond to this woefully dull wait. He waved back and realized her eyes were fixated on his equipment. The Half-Dragonkin smiled and brushed his hair back as though it were a second nature and pulled a whetstone from his pocket.

"So, allow me to redirect my question to you then, since you're interested enough to listen." He drew his Rapier in almost a threatening pose before sitting and laying it across his lap. He began to stroke the blade with the whetstone, re-sharpening the blade into it's previous effectiveness one pass at a time. He turned the blade every once in a while and made it clear that his intents were simply to optimize his wargear. But despite his hands doing one thing, his eyes were trained on the girl, watching for any suspicious moves, though his eyes nor face showed any indication of his mindset. His face and body language were relaxed and his face looked perfectly content. It was truly a masterpiece facade; not at all obvious to his actions.

"So were you charged by the Emperor in order to liberate the town of Myrhal?" His voice rang the question out like a bard would ring out his bell in a poem, it was a neatly arranged flow he spoke in and muttered something to himself in Draconic before looking back up.

With her eyes still on his weapons she nods. "I think so." She replies pulling a letter from her pocket. She nods her head and shoves the letter back in her pocket. "Yup." She smiles again and something shiny distracts her attention and her eyes flicker over to the object then back to the man sitting on the ground. She tilts her head. "So what exactly are we doing? Heroic saving of people, conquering nasty monsters!?" she asks excitedly. She strikes a pose gaining a few giggles and stares. She coughs and scratches the back of her head. Squatting down, her eyes follow the whetstone as it passes over the sword. She heard him saying in a different language maybe if she stayed quiet he'd say some more and she'd learn some bad words. "Soooooo my name is Trina what's your name?" she asks looking him in the eye. She was relaxed he was dangerous yes but so was a cat. She was ready to run at a moment's notice but she wasn't going to let years of mannerism training go to waste.

The Dragonkin grimaced at the spectacle she had turned herself out to be. To humor her, Vyze applauded her as she struck her pose before re-attending to his rapier and smiling as she dabbled on about the quest being "Heroic".

"If you ask me, liberating Myrhal is exactly the kind of thing that would cause the world to respect this empire I guess." Vyze speculated with a shrug. "Were it my opinion that mattered and not those of stuffy nobles hiding in their houses with their gold and silver, I would have the whole country mobilize rather than just a few hired vagabonds like us. But the pay is decent and this will...well...let's just say that this liberation will be the first step for my kind and all of those D'vohiin that would drive us away for being "Invhaati" " Vyze let out a deep sigh and shook his head before patting the blade on the side with his fingers...it was a faint twanging noise he heard before he noted that the blade was now optimally sharpened. When the lady sat before him, and his blade was sheathed, the dragon kin crossed his hands under his chin and smiled once more, dismissing the rage-filled expression he had when he mentioned "D'vohiin"s.

"Hmm...there are those who call me..." For the sake of fun, the half Dragonkin spoke his name in Draconic and used it in his entirety...to non-dragonkin ears, it sounded like he strung four germanic words and a growl between each syllable. "It is pleasing to meet you as well Trina. And you do not have to tense up so much, I've no intention of attacking you." He smiled re-assuringly and reclined onto his back hands as the wind blew his hair about.

Trina held a confused look on her face as he talked about "D'vohiin's" but she caught the feeling of what he said. When he said his name she tried to say it herself under her breath. "How do you know I'm tense cause of you? I could be making sure no one is eavsedropping like I attempted to do." she muttered the last part. She shrugged and forced her back muscels to relax. She hummed an elven tune to show she wasn't afraid of him attacking her. "We waiting on more people or are we unsure on what to do?" she asks as she flicks a pebble at the man who dropped his daggar earlier and is being rude to a vendor. The pebble hits the man in the back of the head and she giggles slightly waiting for an answer. She wondered if he was one of those men who disliked women fighting but doubted it since he was being so nice. She agreed with him about the nobles being lazy and needing to mobilize a larger force but sometimes a small party is better then a war party but that was just her way of thinking. Less people less notice easier to to slip by undetcted and strike hard because you've learned your team mates way of fighting. She shook her head clearing away thoughts and started to really study her companion.