10 years ago, a great war raged between 2 for the 3 great contients of the world. between the humans of Grada, who desired nothing but power and control and the monsters from Maret, who wished to destroy all humans and "purify" the land.

For 5 years war raged

The outcome of the battle was in the humans favor but soon changed. The monsters made an alliance with the powerful summoners of Threash under the promise of great control over the world.

The final battle raged upon the only point at which all 3 contients met each other, now known as Mount Death. The cold air and mist of the mountain did not fase either army as they fought one another with passion. the battle raged for amry days with neither side gaining adavantage as it the casualities increased. Soon all that was left was 5 warriors of Grada, a few large monsters and a single summoner according to an eye witnesses account but this is yet to b confirmed.

But nothing more was known as they where entirely shorud in mist and disappeared with just a nearly-dead warrior remaining after a a mere 5 minutes of the mist. This warrior's name was Naz. Naz had suffered various, almost fately, injures which resulted in anmesia. He works as a mercenary now, taking any available job, not knowing anything but his name.

The Chaos War as, it is now known, was ended with a peace treaty and share of control between the 3. But Maret is now under new control and it's new ruler, Lord Aredar, was corrupt adn wished to revive the old was of his country.

Naz was called upon to put a stop to his deeds. With 5,000G at stake, he could not refuse. He gathered up a team of specialists, 4 in total and they set off on their campain...

As Wendel steps out of his hut,the sun glints in his eyes. He is waring a green elven suit and has a small dagger straped to his side. he is waring brown boots with golden emblems on, and a pack with a quiver of arrows is resting on his sholder. clasped in his hand is a large elven bow. this is Wedels pride and joy, his most treashured possesion and, so he was told, the most finly crafted bow in the even lands. it is a beautiful wooden bow covered in mystical sybols and golden embazons. the string is so fine it is almost invisible. nervosly he lifts his head, and he lays eyes, for the first time, on Naz.
'how can you look so calm at a time like this?' he asks Naz qiuetly, as he paces forward to shake hands with the great warrior he has heard so much about. Under the canopy of the forest, Wendel begins to wonder how one man (Naz) could have acomplished so much in one lifetime.
staring into Naz's face Wenel sees Naz is still Quite young and apart from a few battel scars he has a pale face. 'it must be worrieing him after all' he thinks as he shakes Naz's hand.

Zardolf the Devilishly Handsome Yet Slightly Grizzled appears in a puff of smoke. Strapped to his chest are blades of many sizes. A crossbow is attached to his wrist. His staff is in one hand. An eye patch covers his left socket.
"Well? Shall we get on?" His arrogance is unnnerving. He has not properly introduced himself but his prescence is terrifying.

a light breeze ruffels Wnedels short brown hair.
'h-helo' he stammers, blatently terrified. he takes a step backwards and shoots a nervus glance at Naz, giving him a pleading look. When Wendel realises he is'nt geting a reply, he mumbels: 'i- i like your cross...'
he stops mid sentance ad looks at Naz again. 'cross bow..sir?'

"Whatever. Look, do you know why we're here? We're here to stop Aredar. I myself am in it for the money. You look like a righteous fool. We are awaiting the arrival of a lady. I do not know who she is but she will join the quest. Only after she arrives can we move out."
He opens a bag of powder.
"Azhberlan! Kooblkan!"
It becomes an image of the absent girl.
"Behold the lady. Her name is Nemrith. For now that is all I know. What are our plans?"

'wow' Wendel stamers 'thats --amazing. so..errr..sir? what shall i refer to you as? i am Wendel, Wendel Eldenurin.' this seems as far into canversation hewants t go, with such a powerfull looking wizard.

"Zardolf will do. "Master" would be more appropriate for someone of your power and skill but we must work together in this quest. Here."
He opens a bag of powder.
"Mix it with water and take it twice a day. It will improve your aim and accuracy. For you, the warrior known as Naz, this will improve your strength and speed. Be warned, they are artificial stimulants and will do you some serious damage if not taken at regular intervals.""

"Zardolf, I am not entirly sure I appreciate you throwing my image about in such a manner..." A voice, female and purring suddenly interjected. A soft thump sounded behind them as a small, cloaked and hooded figure pounced down from a tree.
"I am Nemrith, some may say that I am a lady, but do not think for one moment that I cannot defend myself," Nemrith snapped and puched her hood back to reveal a pale, angular face, marred by a silver scar on her left cheek. Nemrityh had long, dark brow hair in a thick plait, and searing eyes, one dark blue, one grey. They glinted in the light. It was hard to see if she carried any weapons, as she kept her body covered still with the cloak.
"Well, I take it we are all here now? I shall not apologise for my 'late' arrival; I ran into...trouble that needed dealing with." Nemrith smiled, not a nice one and went on "I am quite sure you can all appriciate that..."

"Trouble? What knid of trouble?" His (collapseble) staff slides out of his sleeve (this is a very modern wizard) and he begins to probe her mind...

"And you can stop that right now Zardolf! Bandits, with a little more in mind than my purse. Nothing that I am not capable of handling..." Nemrith snarled, then seemed to get a hold of herself.
"I am fine. The bandits are not, but I do not see them effecting us furthur..."

"Bandits? Not quite, but we shall leave that for now. What are our plans for the attack?"

"Why r there only 3 of my 4 companions? anyway, forth we must go, to the small town of Runghill. but first, i must make ur stats warriors. PM me ur classes! a temporary close until these r done!"

Wendel suddely looks shocked.
'i-i don't mean to be, errr, disagreable...'
he stops and looks at Zardolfs patronising stare.
'but, i thought we...we were a team. i was told there would be 5 of us. i- i mean it dos'nt set a good exampel' he swalows. 'if we,we leave a member behind...?' he looks a Naz for support.
'Besides, whilst err.. Mr. Zardolf and Nemrith find their stats, i'm sure he wont be long...'

"Where is this "fifth member" exactly? Apart from that, we are not a team. Just a ragtag band of miscreants all after one thing: treasure. If this fifth wheel doesn't turn up, let him rot."

quite unexpectedly, wendel faces Zardolf and looks him square in the eye.
'i think you will find we are not ALL only after treasure' he mutters quite rudley. everyone seem quite taken aback, exept for Zardolf.
'some of us are in it for their own reasons.'
as soon as Wendel realises what he has done, he goes very red, and looks quite embaresed. he retrets behind his hero, Naz.

Clouds of smoke, fire and brimstone appear behind Zardolf.
"I need you alive for this quest, otherwise you would rue those words."

'where i come from manners are a vertue, you...you,' Wendel seems lost for words.
'you rude old man.' he finishes quite lamly. 'i realise you are powerfull, but there is no need to ...to bully people.'
He brushes the embers out of his hair. 'now, i realy must insist we wait for the last member.'
Everyone seems tense. waiting to see how Zardolf will react.
Tears welling in Wendels eyes he turns his back on Zardolf, his greencloak, blowing in te light breeze of the forest.

suddenly a rusteling noise makes Wendel turn, and with unexpected speed pulls out his bow and gives a sharp aim at his head. then rather young teenage boy stubles out the bushes, waring a pair of dark black glasses about 3 inched bolnde highlighted spicky hair a high collered jacket all in black, his weapon covered with his jacket and right arm tucked nicely away in his sleeve 'so where are we heding off to first?'

"And what, oh what are you meant to be?" Nemrith sniggered. "The hanger on?" She leant back against a tree and crosed her arms. "Are you truely one of our number, or are you filling in for your elder brother?"

Zardolf smirks. "You are correct, Nemrith. This does appear to be a fifth wheel. Are you going to tell us who you are or do I have to probe it out of you?" He readies his staff...

a hand rudley caches Zardolf in the back, as Wendel pushes him out of the way.
'hello my old friend. how have you been?' Wendel turns sharply to Zardolf. 'you know you do'nt have to be so rude.'
he caches the newcomers eye as he is jibbering incoherently about old times.
'well prehaps you better fill me in, whilst we head to our first stop.'
Reality finaly caches up with Wendel,and he turns round to look at Zardolf furious face.
'i'm so very sorry, sir. i...i beg of your forgivness.' he looks very flustered, and then statens up, as thou struck by an arow. 'oh, how rude of me.' he faces thenewcomer. 'This is Naz, you know, the famouse Naz. nevermind. this is Zardolf and there is Nemrith. this is my old companoin Viko' he proclaims loudly pointing to each 'hero' in turn.

viko scraps off the remaining leaves off and pushes his glasses back on, as they had sliped down his nose. He stands proud next to Zardolf and says
"I have no older brother, well not that i no of anyway!!! haha. I apolise for my lateness, Nemreek!" viko winks at Nemrith, then turns an laughs quietly, for no apparent reason, "so wendel is this all of us?"

"It would seem so. I can use my powers of prophecy to determine if there will be another. I may be wrong. The omniversal scrying portal can be vague at times... Do you wish me to do it or shall we wait here forever?"

'er...i think so' endel looks at Naz who nods his head.
'well i think we can leave then' he says as he bends down to pick up his equiptment. he briefly thinks about asking if Zardol needed any help, but quickly thougt better of it.
a nice breez blew and for ne wendel was glad of it. iwas unusualy hot today... possibly wendel was imagening it, but the others did also look quite hot. he looked at them one by one, but soon he got an unnuving stare from Nemrith so he pickedup his bags ad hid back behind Naz.

"yo guys! wait a sec i gotta do my shoe lace, stupid thing wont do up" as viko clumisly hops along doing his shoe lace, he leens on zardolf to steady his balence, zardolf grabs viko by the scruff his collor an lifts him a few inches off the ground, he stares at naz, naz sways his head zardol drops viko flat on his face "oww!! whats his problem, remind me never to leen on him again! jeeze!!!" the others walked on as viko tries desperatly to tie hisshoe up. hehollers "hey, dosnt any one listen when i say? wait!"

"Anyone want me to levitate their luggage? No use in you being tired."

'err....i wouldentmind...acctualy maybee carrying it will make me a bit stronger. will we getto rest when we arrive at the village? i mean, it is exteramly hot. Nemrith, are you shure you dont wantto take your clothes off.....i mean cloak...cloak off' he stammers quik;y'i mean, because it isso hot..and, oh, no....' he flushes bright red.
after a long periodofwalking they finaly reach theedge of the forest. the bricht greens swept from their view and replaced with a less cheery meal for the eyes.

Zardolf smiles evilly at the confused elf. "Well here we are. The Wilderness. This is where your skills in the forest become useful."

"As do mine," Nemrith muttered, speaking foir the first time in hours.
She broke away from the back of the group and looked curiously at the ground in front of them.
"Something has been here...not too recently, but we should keep our guard up..."

"Magic shield?" His eyes darken and glow green for a second.
"Nimu kalesh kahan baxta!"

"Zardolf, calm down there's a good boy. I did not mean in that manner of action. These tracks are at least three days old, but something big came through this way...." Nemrith straightened up and brushed her cloak down, whoch she was still refusing to take off.
Zardolf narrowed his eyes as he caught a glimpse of a strange amulet around her neck.

viko pulls his hands out of his pocket a places them behind his head and walks up to Nemrith.
" hey Nemreek what do you think the tracks are from? mabe a troll? they're big!! well what do you think?"
Nemrith turns at viko an gave a scartastic smile.
"woah sorry for sharing my opinion" he mutters.

Wendel stares at Viko then to Nemrith.
'man, am i hot,' he says, tryin to break the silence.
'You look hot in that hood, Nemrith,do you want to take you clothes off?.....oh, God!!' he flushes. 'I meant cloak, well, i mean obviosly...'
he goes silent and stares at the floor.
He looks at Viko who trots over, and whispers in Wendels ear:
'not the smoothest pick up line!'
no dude, its not like that...i mean....' he blushes wildly, and walks back over to Naz. 'I'll never hear the end of this' he thinks.

"Wendel, you see a sweet boy, don't make me kill you," Nemrith smiled wryly.
"As for the tracks, no they are not a troll...I've never known them come this far..." Nemrith looked at the tracks again.
"They're badly worn down...we should move on now. I do not like the feel of this place," Nemrith scooted up a tree and continued in that way, moving from tree to tree easily.

'wow. how does she do that?' Wendel mutters to Naz.
Vico walks over an digs Wendel hard n the ribs with his elbow.
'ow. i mean it, lay off.' he murmers.
'so, Viko where have you been?' he says in a louder voice.

"Something wrong with you, elf? You seem flustered and distracted. Why not try hunting? It takes your mind off things. See that squirrel there?" ZARK! "Dinner time!"

'urp!! please...excuse me' Wendel murmers.
He runs off into a bush and makes heaving noises, whilst Viko just tuts and looks patronising.

"so what could the tracks be from Nemreek? well wendel, i've been learning the art of magic and some other stuff. how about you? oh, and i will always ask for your help in getting girls!!!" viko laughs and wendel joins in. "now, seriously if you keep up with this, she might take her cloths off! he he he." viko and wendel look at Nemrith who gives them a penitrating stare. "it was just a joke!!!"

'Shut up.' he walks off ahead of the others, leavng Viko standng by Nemrith, looking innocent.

"I hate to interrupt this meeting of the minds but I sense that some danger is near. My scrying pool is rarely wrong but it seems that a woods troll is nearing our location. Hmm. Maybe you can test your skills."