Demon's Domain

[Demon]

Hereld across the land were proclamations of a grand tournament, the prizes were great and the greatest was the title itself for the winner would be crowned the strongest in all the lands, the founder of this tournament was to be the last contestant, he created the various challenges, those who competed ould come up against more then simple battles.

So those who are brave enough for this challenge present yourselves at the domain of Demon

[mole]

~Mole had traveled for two days by way of the air and had finally reached Demon's domnain.~

*Hmmm, not too many people here, I am a day and a half early, but I would still think more people would have arrived by now*

~Mole went into the local tavern and rented a suite, bought a pint and retired to his room. Once inside he didn't bother locking the door and fell asleep with his Cloak of the Unseen about his shoulders~

[YungGun]

~Yung Gun was traveling from town to town. He had just arrived in this town. He looked around and saw that it was fairly deserted except for the words, Demon's Domain, on a banner~

*I need a place to rest............that looks suitable*

~Yung Gun saw a tavern and quietly went to the back. He slowly opened the window and crawled into a room~

*I love a free sleep.................*

[Raistlin]

~Raistlin appeared out of thin air in a quiet town. Looking around he noticed a sign naming the town Demon's Domain. Reaching for his left hand he pulls off a ring and hols it up. He stares at it with adoration.~

"Having a ring of teleportation sure beats having to take care of a horse, or walking."
*Pauses for a fit of coughing*
"I need some hot water."

~He spys a tavern and decides he needs to make haste. Upon entering he asks for a steamy cup of water. After questioning looks for those in earshot he gets his water. Raistlin finds the darkest corner of the tavern to sit in darkness and make his foul smelling drink.~

*It appears no one is paying attention to ma anymore. Maybe now I'll get a chance to relax.*

[mole]

~Mole continued to sleep for an entire day~

*Hmm, must have been out for a while, I should get out and explorew the town*

~Mole walked about the town, looking to find more information an the tourney~

[Demon]

In one Day's time the tournament would start, messengers hearld around the town that all who wished to join should gather outside of Demon's home at 2:00am. They would there learn what was to be.

[mole]

~Upon hearing that news, Mole took to the skies and found an isolated region of the forest surrounding the town, there he began to meditate~

[Deuze]

:The day was calm, the brown-brick Victorian style houses stood normally. Each one Un-phased by the light gusts that blew through the town. The quiet Murmurs of patrons could just be heard in the tavern. Deuze sat Cross-legged In a corner. He had come to this town days before looking for work but his reason for staying here would soon come though the door. A Nearly Breathless man burst through the door. Needless to say that this attracted the attention of many patrons: "Lord Demon is holding a tournament for the greatest of warriors!":Many arose at this seeing as how this could be the single most interesting thing for the time being. However, Deuze Queried :"A tournament?" :He took in a deep breath, Then exhaled. Another man entered into the tavern though it seemed his body was weak. "Could he have traveled from a far distance?" Deuze thought as he brought a cup of tea to his maw. He sipped it quietly, Letting the different herbal flavors wash over his tongue. He set the cup back down upon the table. He looked to a Window, then made up his mind. He would Enter this tournament and Win.

[YungGun]

~Yung Gun woke up and strecthed.~

*That was relaxing..........time to go*

~Yung Gun then jumped back through the window and explored the town. Yung Gun looked up at the banner again~

*Demon's Domain. Who is this Demon? Is he rich? Maybe i can steal a little something*

~Yung Gun strecthed one more time and started to look for Demon with a smile on his face~

*Im gonna get some money...........*

[Raistlin]

~Raistlin awoke just in time to see the morning sun about to reach his table. Lifting his hand a wall of light that seemed to have been in front of him shimmers, then fades away. He then brushes his hand across the table brushing away some symbols that he had written on the table out of the dust.~

"Lord Demon is holding a tournament for the greatest of warriors!"

~He heard a man exclaim just after burstiong into the tavern he was in.~

*That's where I'll find him and get my item back. I hope he is reasonable and understands the danger that item can cause not only to himself, but this entire domain of his.*

~With that thought in mind he is gone in the blink of an eye just as the sun sines upon his seat, now vacant.~

[mole]

~Mole's eyes jerked open as his telekenesis sparked, proding him out of his meditative state~

*Hmmm, what could that have been, it was quite strong, so whatever it is must be near* though Mole.

~He continued to hover above the lush forest floor~

"Oh, I see." said Mole, laughing.

~He closed his eyes, opened them, and stretched each of his limbs out, and without touching the ground, hurtled toward the town~

"This is going to be a most spectacular tournament!" Exclaimed Mole, seemingly to himself, but for a split second, the form of a giant Falcon, the size of 10 men, emerged from the air, and called out its answer of approval to its good friend. then it vanished from view, but Mole reached over and patted its beak.......it had not, and would not go.

~Mole touched ground in the center of the towne square, drawing attention of the crowd gathered there~

*Hmmm, I guess they have never been visited by a High Mage of the Wind, interesting, I must make a good impression upon these people while I am their guest*

~Mole bowed to the crowd, explained who he was, why he was there and the more perplexing question of what he was and why he could fly~

"Thank you" said Mole as the local blacksmith shook his hand

~Mole turned and headed to the tavern once again...........................~

[YungGun]

~While walking Yung Gun heard some noise from the people. They sounded excited~

*I wonder whats all the fuss about.*

~Yung Gun quickly ran to the group of villagers. He then tapped one on the shoulder~

"Why are you all so excited?"

The villager replied, "A flying elf just flew in from the heavens. He must be a sign from the gods!"

*Crazy old man. I killed plenty of elfs and they werent no damn signs from God.*

Yung Gun asked the man, "Where did he go? I need to.......him....um.....to pray for me"

*So i can steal from him*

The man pointed in the direction of the tavern, "In there.....Oh ask him if he can cure my heart diease"

*Whatever. Old people are so weird*

~Yung Gun quielty entered the tavern looking for the so called 'Wind God'~

[mole]

~Mole seated himself in the corner of the tavern nearest the door~

"A pint please" requested Mole, which the wench went to fetch

~Mole was quietly observing the patrons, when he noticed a suspicious looking fellow enter the tavern~

*Hmmm, I could probe his mind with my telekenesis, but that requires too much energy, I guess I'll have to take a lesson from my old friend. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer*

~Mole chuckled aloud~

"OY!!' said Mole, directing his comment to the man who had just entered the tavern, "Won't you join me for a pint? It is my treat, as you look.....uh.....weary from your travels"

~Mole stood, offering the man his chari, and he simply crossed his legs and hovered eye level to the man~

[Dezdemona]

=Dezdemona woke up to the sound of the towns commotion outside, as she awoke she slowly remembered what today was. She shot awake with excitement. Today was the day of the tournament and Demon was letting her enter it. He had been over protective latley so she was ready to finnaly fight after a long time. She went through her daily routines and then decided to go to the local tavern to wait for the start of the tournament=

[YungGun]

~Yung Gun smiled at the elf's generosity and sat down~

*Why is he so nice?*

"Um...........yea, ill take a little something to drink"

~Yung Gun stared at the floating elf~

"Nice hovering you got there. Who taught you?"