[u] [b]Alaira Taenn[/b] [/u]

[b]"Rrah!"[/b] With a mighty crack, the whole upper half of the wooden post exploded into splinters, unable to handle the thunderous power of Alaira's fist. She took a moment to catch her breath. After all, that post was a tough one. it withstood about nine or so of those punches before it gave out. After her short respite, she reached down and pulled the post out, before tossing it over into a pile of fifteen or so of it's brothers, who shared the same fate. [b]"Oi! Goon!"[/b] She shouted at the nearby custodian. The poor man was responsible for keeping the Gymnasium's equipment and whatnot intact. This also included fetching more posts. [b]"Y-yes?"[/b] he responded meekly. She had never harmed him, or shown any intention of harming him, but the man was nonetheless terrified of the half-elf. [B]"Get me another post and some more rope!"[/b] Alaira shouted. The man nodded frantically, before turning towards the door. In his haste, he fumbled with the knob. [b]"Today, asshole!"[/b] With that, he was out the door. 

With a sigh, she returned to the bench off by the wall. She did this every morning after breakfast, a little intense training. She sat there for a while, not really doing anything of interest or even thinking about anything. she maybe grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat from her brow, or perhaps had a bit of water from her canteen but apart from that, nothing. It was interesting in a way. Some martial artists or the like spend decades learning how to clear their minds, but Alaira just sort of... did it. At that point, the man returned with the post. [b]"'Bout time."[/b] She said, before taking the requested items and returning to the spot. She hefted the post above her head, before driving it into the hole the previous posts once filled. Then came the second step. She gathered some of the rope the man brought and wrapped it around the upper half of the post, covering a good quarter of it. This would of course soften the blow, as punching hardwood repeatedly doesn't feel nice.

Of course, much to the man's relief, she was done. She was merely replacing the thing for the next guy/gal. Anyhow, a nice shower later she was ready to seek Khan or someone out and figure out just what she was supposed to be doing. On the way, she was sure she heard some kind of rustling in the decorative bushes. Now, she wasn't exactly paranoid but she was [i]sure[/i] she saw the bushes move a little, and there wasn't any wind. So, she flipped her lance around and prodded the bush with the not-pointy end.

[u] [b]Grey Onyx, The Guardian[/b] [/u]

(More or less his theme, I find it fitting anyway)
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[hider= Night of slaughter] Blood. So much blood. 
Blood of the innocent and the damned alike. It was chaos in the village. Chaos he caused. but how could he have known? The vampire had tricked him, used her feminine wiles to convince him to spare her. The consequence? nine dead. apparently, she had been blood starved. Unfortunately, he had to tell the villagers the truth about the victims. After all, what else could drain a body of blood like that, but a vampire? and he only knew of one... He was unsure why, but when a mob began to march upon the vampire, some of the villagers took this as an opportune time to rebel against the Elder and the town militia. It was chaos, the village rending itself apart from his very presence alone. But he blamed the vampire. His hate burned its brightest that day, as he rushed towards her, and dealt the deathblow. He had staked her with the spiked handle of his Axe, and left her to die, cold and alone. She was the final casualty of the night, leaving Grey the sole survivor. Before he left, he had set fire to the small village, as if it were a giant funeral pyre. His last action was to leave a post in the center of town. carved into the side, the words: "Here, one man damned many." [/hider]

Grey Onyx had been thinking about the events from several weeks ago. He looked to his gauntlet. Roughly thirty-eight tally-marks were scratched into the back, one for every innocent he'd failed. It had only been seven before that night, and only one of them wasn't vampire-related. He clenched his fist as he blinked back tears. Thirty seven lives. Thirty seven, because he couldn't kill the vampire. Vampires. Why did this keep happening?! He... he just couldn't bring himself to slay an unarmed opponent. Especially ones that begged for their lives as they did. But that was about to change. This would not keep him down any more! He couldn't mire himself in his past failings, for if he ever gave in to despair, he would end up with even more marks. Grey had found an old notice in a tavern in one of the larger Eanian cities. The Twilight mage's college was (at the time of writing anyway) hiring. They needed custodians, handymen, cooks and the like, but they also needed 'Able bodied warriors capable of fending off bandits or 'hostile wildlife.' The thing had the college's location on a map, as well as instructions to seek a certain 'Lucilia' about possible employment.

Naturally, Grey found this to be a great opportunity. Not much pay, but free room and board? it was a done deal! Sure, the notice was outdated by years, but they could always use another goon, right? If nothing else, he'd better try. So here he was, on the road. Unfortunately, about a few miles back the damn cheapo horse he had purchased perished. He knew that he shouldn't have trusted that salesman! "Only slightly used!" he said! But to his relief, the college was now in view. How did he know it was the college? Good question. He just... knew. Maybe it was how it just sorta looked... Magicky? it was also quite the impressive building, to say the least. So on he walked.

It wasn't long before he reached the gate. It was early in the morning, and he noted that there didn't seem to be anyone in the watchtower. Either they were changing shifts, or somebody was slacking off. But could you blame them? How much protecting could a building full of people that can throw lightning need? Anyway, the huge gate doors did in fact have a smaller door cut into them. efficient. He walked up to said small door, and banged the knocker a few times. It wasn't long before he heard some scrambling from behind the door. [i]Huh. Must have been quite a shock.[/i] He thought. there was a bit of fumbling with the door itself, before an eye-slit in it opened, and a guard asked [b]"Business?"[/b] Grey responded quickly. [b]"I seek employment. I was instructed to see a... er, Lucilia?"[/b]