((oh kk wait YAAAY The Wolf has armor! But...Necros not here.))

(( gizzy only told me you were fighting a wolf he didn't say anything about lizards >_>. ))

(( Is it ok if i bring in another character?
Maybe we should get a list of all the characters and have them on the front page.))

The Noxians happily drive away the lizardmen whom they outnumbered. Seeing the wolf overcome they applaud Grey for a moment.

"Deal's a deal. Here's the extra supplies. We also have some chocolate if you want to ask out that sassy demacian girl." They laugh out loud, if only because their commanding officer wasn't present. One of them hand Grey the white marked box.

Shraido glares at the wolf.

"Great, another creature that will try and eat me."

He makes sure to keep an eye on the wolf.

((hhhmmmm... what to do... I had a mind for going straight to the city center and having a chat about the surrounding wildlife with the officials, but I'm not sure I want to trouble the DM so early. May connive up a reason to run into one of you lovely individuals.))

((Avengard isn't doing much, hint hint :P))

The combat seemed to have cleared out by now - wounded were being retrieved, and the battlefield was now being scavenged. Only one person was whom Eredale kept track of - he has retrieved one of the wounded, staving off the enemies with his signature ice magic types, and headed through the streets. After the two passed him and Lutecia, Eredale took off and followed. The fight only but paused - the engagement continued, and more injured were headed towards this building.

But the place they have entered made the mage stop for a moment - it was an inn. Eredale had strict prejudice for these places for some time now; but shoving that aside, he entered the building alongside the miners, to see the barkeep, the healers and other people who ended up staying here during the assault. With his decorative attire instead of his usual vestments, he looked out of place, and so did Lutecia with her summer hat - they resembled nobles about to go on a picnic. In a sense, that was true as well; but not quite.

The person he came here for was hard to pick out among the crowd, since he didn't usually stand out a lot; making sure to remember him from the battle, Eredale's eyes managed to find him after a few seconds. Without further ado, he approached Rafeo. "Greetings. It's been quite a while since we've met." He had a light smile on his face.

((Okay sorry I was at work guys but what the ****!

REFER TO PAGE ONE!!!!!!!

I am both pleased to see so many people here, especially from what I read, veteran rp'ers like Eredale, Fenix and others. But I feel like I lost my thread to trolls and ****... Perhaps it was my fault for not being clear, but OP in my book is as follows.

= someone who can fly through hundreds of mobs decapitating them with complete and total ease. or whatever. you are not champions, you are not summoners of the highest quality, you are not gods. This thread is about quality, not quantity of posts.

The interesting posts I managed to find were few and far between and lost in rabble. I'm looking for people to post with sustenance and worth. Like Eredale who easily found his way in, and had a clear motive, back story, etc. Or Necromonger who rarely posts, but when he does, it has a whole, worthwhile story to his character. It's interesting. This stuff about appearing in a crowd and everything dying is not cool so please don't do it.

Not trying to be harsh, and it is my fault for not laying down the law early on. As my first thread, I am new. But even one of my characters, Tarkos, managed to only simply kill a few enemies in a short amount of time. Here, there will be plenty of action, but this is a plot oriented RP with a lot of deception, betrayal, and twists.

So, if you are not a serious Role Player, or can not learn to moderate your character and post with something worthwhile don't post here. That's all.

P.S. Fenix you are no trouble whatsoever to come directly to me as I plan on having the majority of you round up regardless for the role you played in the battle.))

((Because we are at twenty pages already and I myself have maybe posted 7- 10 times -______- I am going to fast track the terra wyrm to a later time. Since the battle was seemed to be mocked by the majority of people.))

Magistrate's Office

Witnessing firsthand the destruction of his small, but peaceful city of Vellus - Rudolf was positively fuming at the collar. Smoke filled the sky like never before when attacked, and he knew immediately that it was not the monsters who had caused such utter carnage.

"Alvo, take some of our men and whomever else is in the area and comb the city for the trouble makers. Until now, we have never seen such reckless abandon here in my streets!" The biggest of Trinity slapped his belly and laughed, then turned on his heel, grabbed the tiny knob on the door, jerked it open and left. "Celera. I want you to find out more about our visitors, all of them. And while you are at it, get me Ramados."

Celera, i her white dress, and light battle armor of sky blue, bowed her head slightly. "As you wish, my master. And what of Lanselot, I wonder?"

Rudolf turned to her from his staring at the city, then turned to a small stand holding a on it a bottle of wine and two cups. He filled one cup with a deep purple wine, and drank it in one gulp. "Lanselot... There is no telling. Not yet. Just make sure he doesn't do anything foolish."

Again, she bowed, then left just as Alvo did.

"It seems nobody is trustworthy these days. Oh well... They'll learn their place." Rudolf filled his cup and drank again ,smiling.

Tarkos

His mace lifted and fell without prejudice. Over and over, the hapless monsters of the Great Barrier tested their primitive weapons and claws against the might of Tarkos, and his black iron that had survived a hundred battles; only to be crushed underfoot by his giants strength. Occasionally, he would see spot someone of note fighting not to far off and he would grin inwardly.

Tarkos, the black Knight, was in ages passed called the Herald of War. His presence came to signal the coming of battle, and he was always first to see the dawn, and last to be seen at its dusk. After each battle, Tarkos stood amongst the dead and basked in the presence of the fallen. And today, was no different. As lizardmen, goblins and wolves fled in defeat, or were quickly routed by soldiers and mercenaries; a faint red mist, barely visible rose off all the fallen - men and beast alike. "Odd."

As he watched this phenomenon, he swore to seeing a strange, glowing gilded figure appear and disappear over the battlefield. His instincts told him to raise his mace, but he was unable. "Halt, mighty warrior! Throw down your weapon, in the name of Rudolf Vindicton, Magistrate of Vellus! Your presence is requested!" Tarkos turned to see a large man in expensive iron armor with a shield that glowed an eery green. It occasionally pulsed slightly at the core, and emitted a soft ringing noise. The man's armor had a few gems forged into it at the heart, on the knuckles of his gauntlets, in his boar shaped helm with bladed tusks.

"Do you know who I am, Sir Piggy?" Tarkos barked, heaving his might mace and dropping it across his shoulder. His tower shield rested at his side comfortably.

The Knight, Alvo, shrugged. A number of Demacian soldiers, and Yordle snipers took up position around the two of them in the city streets. A moment later, Ramados made his presence known with some few of the Killer's. "You're a big, strong, intimidating warrior that's been causing all sorts of trouble with your toy mace. Well, you're in our town now and the rules are different then whatever rock you crawled out from beneath!"

Mighty as he was, Tarkos thought better of the current situation and lowered his mace but did not surrender it. He did after all, want to speak to the Magistrate. "Fine. The weapon stays with me though. Take me to your Magistrate, you little rat."

((All over Vellus soldiers and mercenaries are looking for those who took part in the battle.))