Demon's Domain

[Deuze]

"Well now..." : Deuze said in a cool tone. He had noticed that the crowd inside of the tavern had increased. However, The majority of the people here did not seem like your typical farmer or merchant. No, They were strong. He belived even some where stronger than himself:"...It would seem that I am not alone in my quest."

:A smile came to him as he brought the cup back to his maw to take another drink. As the sweet liquied worked its way down his throat, His eyes darted from one person to another. Each one boasting about the tournament and saying how they would enter if not for previous injuries. His ears picked up, then straightened out as a man came into his view. He was like the one who had come in earlier but he was different. Not so much in the way of strength but in skill. He continued to watch as the man brought a patron over to his table. Something seemed amiss or he could have just brought him over for questioning. Either way, he knew he would have to enter into combat with this man sooner or later:

[mole]

~Mole raised his hand above his head, signaling the wench~

"Would you mind getting my friend here a pint?" asked Mole, handing her three gold peices, one for each of the drinks, and a tip.

~Though even while talking to the wench, his attention never left the man sitting next to him.~

~Mole turned to the man~

"I was not taught how to hover, or fly for that matter. I learned the discipline Detcha fentsten, under the ever watchful eye of my good friend and teacher, Lorned. But abilities such as this are not able to eb taught, they must be present in the individual from birth. And though one may have these abilities, one can only hone their power through extensive training, and must have very high levels of self discipline" Explained Mole, casually

"Ah, thank you!" said Mole as the wench placed a pint in front of each man

~Mole reached down and picked up the glass~

"This tournament promises to be a most interesting event, and I hope you do well." Mole nodded to the man, taking a mouthful of the amber colored liquid and lettign it wash down his parched throat

"Oh, I al most for got! I am Mole, I am from the Northern Wind Temple"

[NinjaM]

~Traveling in the shadows, like they were the back streets of his home town, NinjaM finds the one that hides his target. As if the shadows themselves came to life they wrapped around Raistlin as he waited for Demon's arrival. With one arm arouns his and the other on his mouth, NinjaM spoke to Raistlin.~

"Don't think you can waltz in here and tey to over power everything. I know who you are and your real intentions. For that I have a message."

~Keeping his hand on Raistlins mouth the other plunges a kento blade into his side. Twisting the blade then slashing it out the fron of his ribs blood poured faster then the waterfalls. He throws Raistlin to the ground and watches blood fill his mouth and throut.~

"Remember this, mage. I'll be everywhere. Know that in death you'll bring joy to others. Stay dead."

~The shadows welcome NinjaM back into their embrace. Vanishing without a trace.~

[mole]

(wow)

[YungGun]

(um............i dont think you can do that)

[Demon]

(Ummmmmm......... Okay were 2 people just killed off out of nowhere? Cause I'm really confused)

[NinjaM]

(I don't know what you think you were doing Deuze. We weren't even in the tavern. Check Raistlin's previous posts and you'll see he teleported out a while ago. You're still in the taver. Plus I never left the shadows. Sorry if you got confused, but this was personal.)

[Raistlin]

(F U NINJAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

~ Blood filling his mouth Raistlin had no way to call out for help. It wouldn't matter though. He hasn't the strength to talk much. Concentrating all his telepathy he calls out to the closest patron walking down the street. ~

*Come to me. Hurry down the road. Into this alley. Take my hand.*

~A middle-aged man receives the call and is entranced into obeying. He rushes into the alley. He's not sure how he knows this is the right alley. He's just going. He sees Raistlin unmoving. The man begins to shake for fear of the horrors he sees. ~

*Take my hand.*

~ It beckons to him again. He falls to his hands and knees wrapping his fingers around the mages cold, life draining hand. Very faintly he hears the mage speaking. The words are beyond a whisper. For that is all the speech he can muster. As Raistlin continues his incoherent mumbling the man begins to realize, too late, that the words are the words of magic. ~

*You're mine now.*

~ The man's skin begins to shrivel in to that of a corpse. All the while he tries to struggle out of the mage's grip only to fall to the ground lifelessly. With the staff for leverage Raistlin Struggles to his feet .~

"It will take more then this one's life force to fully rebuild this body, but I will be complete in time to confront Demon."

~ On that note Raistlin slinks down the streets slower then ever. His eyes looking to each person looking for those no one will miss. ~

(Take that you cybernetic SOB!)

[YungGun]

~Yung Gun smiled as he drunk~

"Im Yung Gun from the land of everywhere"

~Yung Gun laughs at his own joke~

"I basically travel from town to town looking for.................."

~Yung Gun drinks once again and looks out the window~

"As i traveled i stumpled across this town and found some sleep for the night........Now what is this you say about a tournament?"

~Yung Gun slowly reaches for Mole's pocket~

[mole]

"Well, Yunggun, nice to meet you!" said Mole

~reaches for his pocket~

"well, if I can find it, I will show you the sheaf of parchment I wrote all of the details on" said mole

~continues to dig in pockets of robes~

"OH! I remember!" exclaimed mole, "it is in my room. I will be back in a few moments." said mole

~Mole backed up, keeping his eye on the stranger until he was on the other side of the room, where he hovered to his room, still in the same position~

[YungGun]

~Yung Gun leaned back in the chair~

*I was so close.......*

~Yung Gun drinks once again~

*He better hurry up, im getting bored...........and im still sober............*

[mole]

~Mole located the parchment, and was exiting the room, when he saw his dagger on the table~

"Perhaps, he does seem funny" thought Mole aloud

~He equipped his dagger, and concealed his Reverse-Blade katana in his robes~

*I hope it doesn't come to it......* thought mole

~He left the room, and went to rejoin Yunggun in the bar.~

[Raistlin]

~ Fully recovered from his ordeal Raistlin finds himself roaming the streets checking every shadow for movement.~

*At least now I'm going to keep my magic shield around me so I won't get ambushed by such a coward.*

~ The thought of being chased from the shadows he so enjoyed enraged him. He decided to find a place with a view. Teleporting to a roof top he crouched in the shadow of the chimney. From here he had a view of the battle grounds that would host Demon's tournament. ~

"When the time is right I'll confront Demon and he'll answer for what he's done."

~ Memories flood through Raistlin's mind as he rests his head against the chimney. ~

[mole]

~Mole hovered above the heads of all of the other patrons, stopping to ask the wench for another pint for himself and Yunggun, after paying, he made his way to the table and handed the man the parchment~

"It is really a grand event said Mole, returning to his previous position

*I hope he doesn't do something he'd regret!* htough Mole aloud

~He watched as the man read the parchment~