Long, long ago, our father, Dai Gratu created this world of Hallum for all his children. He loved us all alike and treated us well. But, we are all creatures of habit and we humans, the elves, the dwarfs, the sandmen, the mermen, the nymths, the vampires, the weremen, the demons, and the angels all became selfish and spoiled. We became dependent. Disgusted and saddened by our flaw, our father left us. From there, chaos consumed us all.

On every continent, war began. Everyone fought over their philosophies about how Dai Gratu wanted us to live. Without His guidence, we resorted to killing. However, Dai Gratu wasn't silent. He created a monster, Zamza. She was powerful demon who's will controlled all water and any of its forms. However, for ever ounce of power she had, she lacked an equal amount of sense. She began to destroy Hallum. She flooded parts of the world, creating a straight seperating Tana into two islands, destroying an entire kingdom of nymths in Gratu, and more. Finally, Lord Creviston Braisen of the Braisen Kingdom of Gratu sealed away Zamza. In Zamza's wake, people woke up to the reality that Dai Gratu still watched over them. Everyone saw Zamza as His punishment for the wars. So, the wars ended. Since then, Hallum has simply existed with everyone living average and uninteresting lives.

This RPG will be four chapters involving much of the same cast throughout. You are more than welcomed to use this long story to introduce many characters and create an intricate story mix-in perfectly with the main story. I'm not the best at creating villains. So, while I create the main villains for each chapter, anyone's welcomed to create interesting side villains or reoccuring villains. I hate creating an RPG where I have to carry it all on my back. I give you this complicated world to allow you to let your imaginations to shine and go crazy with what I give you. If you ever have a question, simply PM, IM, or post the question in the OOC.

Now, to start off, the story starts off at Pertil, the southeastern port city of North Tana. Princess Rachel Nymne of South Tana has come to North Tana to see her late uncle's grave located near Ythemic, on the opponsite side of North Tana. Since the road there is long and goes through a forest, she has hired some youths to be her body guards, lead by Captain Peter Hermen. The main party will start out as that group of body guards.

Shylock: come one come all! see the amazing blade dancer! *notices no one's paying attention* yeesh, rough crowd..oh well, there's gotta be some sucker here who hasn't seen my tricks yet. *puts a hood on and begins going through the crowd to try and scope out any newcomers in town*

Peter: *He is guiding a luxurious carriage with its team of two brown, noble horses dressed in with the crest of South Tana. Peter looks back and calls to the passenger.* "Milady, we simply need to stop for suplies before continuing our journey west."

Rachel: "What about hiring some guards?"

Peter: "Well, I've sent in the request, so we should be finding canidates shortly, milady."

Rachel: "Thank you, Sir Peter."

Peter: "It is my joy, milady."

Shylock: *still wandering around the town and sees the carriage coming in* hmm..well that's a pretty fancy one. *sees the crest and begins following with interest* boredom boredom oh my old friend boredom. You'll be the death of me you know that? *he begins following the carriage from the side of the streets*

Rachel: *She is looking at the streets as the carriage passes by many different stores and homes.* "Purtil is such a beautiful place, no?"

Peter: "Yes, milady."

Rachel: "You know you don't need to be so formal."

Peter: "I understand." *Sees that Shylock has been following them. Peter lowers his voice.* "Milady, some peasent boy is following us."

Rachel: "Pay him no mind. I bet he's just interested in the carriage. I doubt royalty is a common site here."

A lone figure sat on one of the many rooftops in this large city. The ocean sparkled a bit in the bright light of the sun, but his face was turned the opposite direction. His hood blocked any chances of the sun assaulting his pale skin, which would burn quite easily were he not completely covered. His dark clothing did clash violently with the bright blue sky, but this was not something that bothered him. Many passerbyes would glance up at him, often turning the other way.

The crowd underneath him began murmuring a bit more than usual, which meant that something or someone unexpected had arrived in Pertil. His brilliant emerald eyes searched the crowd, glancing over a few rather strange looking fellows, then finally resting on the large carriage that had just mad its way through the gates.

"Huh." Davin started, casting an inquisitive look in the carriage's direction. "I don't recall ever seeing this thing about." He paused for a moment of thought. "Of course, I haven't been around these parts long, myself."

With that, he stood, cutting a rather menacing figure to the ignorant ones in the crowd. He held his sword belt in his hands, then looped it about his waist, and finally clicked both ends together, allowing his sheathed sword to dangle loosely at his side.

Perhaps an investigation is in order.

The man leapt from the rooftop, causing a few gasps in the crowd, and even a scream from an overly anxious young lady. The landing was, however, quite injury-free, as he landed on a passing cart of bagged rice. Rolling off the cart, the darkly clad fellow met the ground, then brushed off his clothing.

Curiosity was nagging at the back of Davin's head. Why were these seemingly important people stopping at a town like Pertil? There surely wasn't anything of value here, as it probably would have been stolen by now. Still, there was only one guard, so the passenger may not be too great.

Of course, his curiosity trumped anything else, and the young man moved closer, merging with the crowd.

Meanwhile not too far away, the infamous Morgan looked on with a dark shadow over her and cat like eyes locked on the carriage. Morgan then grinned and said, "Where there is carriage there is always royalty...and where there is royalty...there is control and power." Morgan then got up from the roof and said as the shadow lifted, "Now I will show these fools the power of Morgan Mistrude" Morgan then laughed loud and evilly not noticing her stepping. Suddenly she slipped and froze in mid-air as she stopped laughing and noticed her predicament. Morgan blinked then said, "Ah, damn it." Morgan then fell and crashed into a convenient pile of manure.

Peter: *Watching all the people looking around and such.* "Milady, are you sure this was wise. I'm surprised we haven't been mugged."

Rachel: "For the last time, Sir Peter, we are fine."

Shylock: *looking around to see that most people have noticed the carriage by now* "well, sleiting them wouldn't be too secretive anymore now would it?" *he asked himself* "oh well, someone might as well clear the curiosity." *he ran up beside the carriage and started walking alongside Peter* "and why does this town shine in thy royal eyes so much? if I may inquire?"

Peter: "This town is a port. It's imposible to travel from South Tana and not to come through here. Now, beat it, kid."

Rachel: "Please be kind, Peter."

Peter: *sigh* "Please forgive my rudeness. It was not proper for me to talk down to you because of your class."

Shylock: * continues following along anyway, hears Rachel and becomes intrigued, seems to be a bit ticked at having his class rubbed in to him* oh, travellers I see. Judging by the fact that I hear a maiden in the back I'm guessing you're an escort. Am I mistaken?

Peter: "You are correct. We are staying around this port city looking to hired swords to help escort milady."

Shylock: ah, I see.....*begins thinking, and looking around the town.* .: Nothing ever happens here..I've been here six damn years and boredoms never been more prevalent...hmmm...should I?:. where do you intend to travel to from here?

Peter: *He takes a second to try and decide if he she tell Shylock.* "Milady is visiting her relatives grave in the West."

Shylock: hmmm.....: better than nowhere :. all right then! Where do I sign up?

Rachel: "Simply tell us your name and we can decide a price."

Shylock: .:well that was easy...hmm...nobility..suddenly accepting me like that..this might be a trap to get me arrested:. my name is Byser, Byser Flagfall.

Peter: "Fine. Now, tell were you are classified under, either a mercenary or wayfarer guild or maybe simply the governor's office. We'll settle on the negotiations there."

Exiting the inn he slept at, Cador noticed the carriage, considering that it stuck out like a sore thumb in a place like this. Interesting, I wonder why anyone of royalty come to a place like this? Hmmm...Cador thought to himself.

((what version of my character can I use?: Shape-shifter, or just Mimic?))

Shylock: .: huh? :....classified? .: oh, I think I get it:. You mean what area of the protection market hires me?

((Cador... Hmm... well, really, only demons are avaliable. I guess you could use psychic spirits to allow for mimicry. Go see the OOC for more.))

Rachel: "Correct, we have to make sure you are legit."

Peter: "After all, milady can not simply hire some street thug."

Shylock: .:......all right, time for a bit of my magic :. *sigh* guess there's no choice, I'll have to tell you...*beckons Peter in as if he wants to tell him something* I'm with an elite guild not advertised. We only hire ourselves into cases that interest us. All our members seclude themselves in secrecy. We are vigilantes..and we received a tip that some figure of nobility on their way towards the western lands were bein targeted by an assassin. I am a member of this group of underground mercenaries, I have been assigned to accompany you and deal with this assassin... .: okay, so it wasn't the best one I could've done..but hey, for an on the spot job I guess it's passable..:.

Peter: "I am familiar to some of the workings of such a society. You recieved some message with the assignment. I would like to see the message."

Shylock: Very well, though I advise you, it is coded. *takes out a crumpled sheet of paper containing seemingly random numbers written on it. In actuality, this is a sheet containing the actual amount of money Shylock owes on his tab at a local bar.* I don't think you should see it, these things are heavily coded and besides, they have a built in defense measure, they burn if any non-organization member comes into contact with them.

Peter: "Milady and I must discuss this more before we decide on a verdict. If you do not mind, could you wait for later this night for us to get back to you. You may decide on a public place for us to rondezvous with you. I am hoping this is fine by you?"

Wandering the streets carrying his two blades Kenju notices the carriage as any other person would.

Thinking: "Great....*sigh* more nobles come to prey on the less fortunate." Kenju then reached into his pocket to find that he was officially broke.

"Great....." He said somewhat more loudly than he intended to as he strolled past the carriage almost bumping into shylock.

"Sorry....Guh...." He said as he contnued walking past them.

"What does a guy have to do to get hired in this town!!" He yelled. This was now Kenju's second day without food so he had a good reason to be frustrated when the only sustinence he can find is the often dirty water of streams.

"What a grand day this will be...."

Shylock: *takes note of Kenju though doesn't act like he did* By the way, good sir knight. You might want to hire other bodyguards. Myself being alone will look terribly suspicious. Anywho, as to our meeting, meet me at the docks later this night. After we come to an agreement I'll explain the full nature of the assassin we think is targeting you and hopefully I may start my duties in stopping him and protecting--*pauses as if waiting for a name* sorry, they don't brief us on who exactly it is we're assigned to.

Peter: "You may learn milady's name once and if we decide to hire you and once we are out of port. This measure is for milady's protection. And, do not worry, you have set up notices around town to attract mercenaries. Only a fool would actually travel through the vast forests with only two armed men."

Shylock: right right, I'll see you tonight at the port. Expect me to arrive in the midnight hour. *heads off*

Stopping dead infront of the carriage and having to jump out of the way of the horses Kenu stands up and brushes himself off before walking again in the same direction as the carriage this time next to the window.

Thinking: "This may be the only way for me to get some money or food for that matter."

"Pardon me.....but did I over hear you saying that you were hiring body guards?"

Shylock: .: damn, who would've thought a carriage would become an employment center that fast:.

Peter: "Yes, good sir. We are hiring guards. If you could show some sort of identification, I am sure milady and I would be more than likely to hire you."

"Identification.....my friend you really are in the wrong part of town aren't you....? No matter no matter......my name is Kenju of many blades at your service." Kenju said with a walking bow.

Peter: "May I have the name of any service you work for so I may run a background check."

Morgan overheard the princess talk about requiring body guards, course she phased in and out if anything she really didn't care. However this was the one of the perfect chances to try and take her out. Morgan then said, "With that carriage destroyed, chaos would ensue, and with chaos comes times for people like me to rise." Morgan didn't realize it but she was now yelling and yelled, "AND THEN I WILL BECOME THE CONQUERER OF THE WORLD!" Morgan then laughed evilly and loudly heard from all ears. Morgan then noticed other people glaring at her with confused and weird looks as she babbled to herself, "I said that too loud didn't I?"

Shylock: .: oh, this should be good :. *watching from a distance*

"No services.....Don't get me wrong I'm not a mercenary but thats about the closest thing to what I am." Kenju said somewhat shamefully before continuing his walk.

Hearing that the people at the Carriage are looking for bodyguards, Cador smiles. I've gotten tired of this place as it is. "Bodyguards, eh? Mind if I apply?" Cador says.

Fortunately for Morgan no one of the carriage heard her so using her manipulation of the wind she swiftly managed to get within good sneaking view of the carriage. She noticed some soldiers, stragglers at best and the carriage. Morgan thought that now would be the best time to act, however above head she heard a window open and a chamber pot splashed down on her head covering her in waste. Morgan then glared at the carriage and thought, "The minute I become emperor of the world, I'm burning this town and all it's inhabitants in fire!"

Rachel: *She'd stopped caring about hiring guards and had been watching the antics of Morgan. She then turned to Peter.* "I think that lady of there is threatening us."

Peter: "Surely not? Well then, good gentlemen, if you would like aply for the job, you must past a test. You must try to convience that woman to go about her daily life and stop preeching nonsense. However, you must do so without harming her, for that is the work of a gentleman."