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So which mage, i'll put it in a flashback would've saved my life. Ordore will repay the favor, he hates owing people his life so he tries to pay them back as soon as he can. Also, i had to do a short IC as im waiting for one or two people to come with me as a scouting group.. If not, i go at it alone

Could someone save me please :)

oh and i need to talk to you SaekoGami. PM when you, thanks

create a CS. Always spots open :)

Ordore had arrived to the meeting but, being cautious of traps and other mages, he kept his distance. He had to wait on a house nearby, he wasn't going for the whole, complete stealth, he just made it clear to everyone to not communicate with him. _Funny, how one small thing such as a rumor can get this many mages together in one place. All the knights would have to do is just spread a rumor and bamn, the adventurous mages get captured or kille-_ Ordore's train of thought was completely thrown out if this world with a huge thunderous clap that could only be from the gods themselves. Without hesitation Ordores hand went to his left side and clenched the hilt of his sword still in its sheathe. Seeing the man appear out of nowhere only made Ordore more cautious. The cloaked man summoned a table and called everyone's attention to it. Ordore, continued to stay on the roof. He could the conversation fine and using a pair of eye glasses he could the maps well too. He could leave right now and get a head start. _But then I don't get my advance pay... damn. I'll wait till everyone leaves and have a private chat with the cloaked figure._ The mission was set and several members were already out of there seats. The air changed, a new smell came into sense. _The people that live the more pay I get.... I have to warn them._ Ordore put his hood over his face and half face mask on, just going over his nose and mouth. No reason to give these mages his identity. When Ordore teleported down to the ground an elf had already drawn it's bow and killed one. Ordore had always wanted to be trained to use a bow. It'd help hunting so much. Ordore looked to the right and saw three more bandits coming through the entrance. Before Ordore got settled on the house he took precautions. He kicked behind him without looking and a rope connected to a pulley started to become in motion. _Too easy_ And with that thought spears coming from building all around the village were launched. _One. Two. Three. Four.. confirmed deaths and four more injured._ I don't know how but a bandit got passed them and charged straight for Ordore. When he was atleast five meteres away Ordore clenched his hilt and dash struck. he was so fast the blade went through him like a hot knife through butter. He fell in two and collapsed behind him. Two more now charged at him. Ordore's blade isn't like any other blade. Ordore's [blade](http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Souba) is a katana with two reinforced parallel blades, set a small distance apart from each other. The design's intent is to trap an opponent's blade between them and disarm them. So as the two enemies dashed for Ordore he saw an opening. One bandit swung and using his unique weapon Ordore caught it between his blades and flicked to the left, the enemies blade piercing his comrade. Ordore raised his hand muttered a few words. His hand, glowing a bright orange shot a flash of fire. It was so quick it's considered a beam. _Two more confirmed deaths._ Finally getting a breather he stood, watching the bandits getting slaughtered, no way did they expect a rouge mage could die so easily. Behind Ordore, on the roof he once sat a bandit was preparing. He lunged, silently and swiftly, blade aimed for a direct kill...

I would also like, as an idea, later on in the story, that the dwarf that i met in my opening IC is also a mage who later helps me out with a lot of stuff. Information Broker... etc

WoW. Reading Mastrix of the Scar's personality an idea shot me in the back of the head. Where it says _"Her world is that of hate and despise"_ Then by definition of Ordore's Purgatory (To put any hate that's in the area of 500 meters into a target, causing pain, suffering, paralysis etc.) Just being around her would make this power invincible (Not literately) But yeah, being near her and using her hate and putting it into other people. WoW. Sorry, just wanted to throw it out there

Don't you just love writing for half an hour and then reloading the page by accident, losing all the work and having to start again so you do a more rushed version :(

Just outside The Misala was a small village, small with only a couple of buildings left standing and those that remind were also heavily damaged, clearly the remains of the great war. Wearing his white cloak, which over the years has started to be just a dull gray, Ordore starts to search for a place to drink. Being 17 in this village shouldn't matter. _Tavern... Where is the Tavern? Uhhh, there it is. Judging by the looks of it The Luminous Knights probably wouldn't be in there._ Looking at the tavern from the outside it looks horrible, depressing and gloomy. Bricks and stone beams make up most of the building's outer structure. It's near impossible to see through the curtained windows, but the apathy from within can be felt outside. As you enter the tavern through the heavy, wooden door, you're welcomed by the sound of the wind outside and a layer of smoke hanging below the ceiling. The bartender is pouring a drink for a customer and makes no effort to acknowledge your presences. It's as disgusting inside as it is on the outside. Several walls support the upper floor and the sconces attached to them. The walls are decorated with mounted animal heads and small animals, though most have become worn and broken, given the place an even creepier feel. The tavern itself is almost completely abandoned. The five people inside appear to be drunks, both dwarf and humans. Under his hood he scanned the room. _5 lifeforms. 2 humans. 3 dwarves. 1 human and 2 dwarves appear to be passed out. Bartender is human and is serving another dwarf. A back exit and front exit is clearly visible, big windows, easily smash-able. 3-4 possible escape routes without any harm to these 5 people_ Feeling comfortable with the situation Ordore walked over the bar, 3 seats away from the dwarf, safety. Flicking his hood off his hair became visible, slightly roughed but still maintaining his spikes. His hair, once a bright purple has over the years turned to sombre purple. The bartender walked over to Ordore. He was an older gentleman, longish grey beard, not straightened, bald with a scar across his forehead and eyes, and when he spoke it was a real rough croaky voice, "You're a bit young to be throwing you're life away drinking with this lot." He said scanning the room and sighing. "Give the kid a drink Oxton, you and I both know it could be his last." Ordore looked to his right. The dwarf the bartender, Oxton, was serving before. He was staring right back at Ordore and gave a slight chuckle. Oxton grabbed a mug and poured him a drink. "That'll be 3 silver kid." Oxton asked, stretching his hand out. Ordore reached into his inner pockets of his cloak and pulled out 5 silver coins. "Keep the change." Ordore said giving a feint smile. "Thank you, son." Oxton returning the smile. "What did you mean it could be my last drink?" Ordore said turning to the dwarf and taking a chug of his mug. "Don't think you're the first person to walk through those doors in the last week. We've had quite the amount. You maybe the youngest we've had so far. You're here for the Misala job? or rather, the meeting of the..." he stopped and looked at all the passed out people in the room. Leaned in, probably just for dramatic looks, this dwarf is a weird one. "Mages..." he said ever so quietly followed by another chuckle. _This confirms it. If many mages have come through then there is definitely a meeting. Still... a trap could well be an option. Caution is advised._ "The names Karnak Dadas," The dwarf added, "And you are...?" he was waiting for a response. Ordore stood up, finished his drink and turned to the door. _This dwarf likes dramatic ways of saying things, well this should be dramatic and baddass_ "Ordore." He opened the door, letting the bright sun creep into the taverns doorstep. "Ordore Igbin" Closing the door behind him. He put his hood back on and entered the street. _Let's go to the meeting then._ And Odore started to head of in the direction of Misala.

I'd also like to tweak my charcter. He uses a sword, a [Souba](http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Souba).