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"You likely know who Princess Lysanthir is,... She has been kidnapped by this fellows pals. The party i form together here, will be tasked in rescuing her." He explained. He then looked to his squire. "Make yourself useful will you... Go get me a glass of elven wine,..." He then looked to there guests with a hand stretched out.." What will you three have?..." He asked. He remembered that he placed a silence spell on the pirate lady. "Spiced rum for her,..." He waited for their responses. The squire looked to them as well making a mental note of what they would want. Once they gave an answer he went to the barkeep and made a request and paid for the drinks. He then returned to the table handing out the drinks.

"Times like these I am glad I am a paladin of Corellan... I can indulge myself in some luxuries..." He said. He then looked up... "As soon as one or two more people join us we will begin. Eat, sleep, drink, it will be paid for by the order." He said. He leaned back in his chair staring into the goblet. The red wine reflected his features. He looked to his squire. "Daniel,... You will have to stomach your fear. We will be in serious fights that you might have to take part in yourself. If you are to be a knight like myself." He then gestured to Ramara, Derix, and Inyata. "I can't protect you all the time and you shouldn't expect them to either."



...... The ride to the fortress seemed yo take forever despite it being seen in the distance. Nova sighed as she stared at the crossbows...."Can you people travel any slower?.." She asked. It took the bandit riding in front with the driver all his will to not turn around and retaliate. The driver just looked to him and shook his head.

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Ishmael ignored the other comments. The biggest fool in the room actually thought she had a choice in the matter. Then her last choice of words. She could not have chosen any more foolishly. He got up in her face this time. His calm demeanor had left his face and now he had a bit of anger building up. "You listen to me,... In what little world do you think a knight of the holy order has to answer to a low life pirate like you?.. Furthermore you have no choice in the matter at all. It is either here or the dungeons with you? Do you understand me? I don't mean some jail cell down in the guard quarters... I mean the dungeons underneath the fortress.. the kind you never leave from unless someone like me says you can." He then leaned back into place standing tall. His face not at all changing.
"Next time you talk to me in such a manner ,dont be surprised when I shut your mouth." He then decided perhaps this person was incapable of doing so. He just aimed his hand at her and snapped his fingers. Saying a simple word of... "Silence" This cast a spell of silence on her. No matter how hard she would try. She would not hear her words nor would anyone else. "I would ask you to apologize to the man for spilling his ink, but that would be beyond you at this point." He looked to the man. "I apologize on her behalf, if it makes a difference there is a spot available in the quest. You can join and her reward that she would have gotten if she wasn't so rude, will no be yours" He said and looked to make sure none of the ink stained the man's cloths. He then moved to return to his seat. IF the man agreed to his terms or not was up to him.

"Apologies miss Ramara was it?" He asked. "The specific mission is simple. Lady Lyanthsir had been taken from her home and she is to be saved from the bandits of the Black Moon clan.... She is to be brought back unharmed and safe. The bandits...." He said as he looked to the prisoner. "Will be given no mercy, no quarter. They will be dealt with swiftly and with your skill I have no doubt that my words will ring true. Your deadly accuracy with a knife blade will see to it that these fools wont stand a chance." He then looked to the squire who was a bit shocked in the face..

"What's wrong with you?... if your going to freeze like this when the lady throws a dagger. How are you expected to even travel with me when....you know what never mind." Ishmael said. He placed a hand to his forehead and proceeded to massage it. Of all the squires I had to receive I got the one with no courage. Corellan... your laughing right now aren't you?....

...... meanwhile back on the road. The bandit's proceeded to head for what could be seen as a abandoned fortress scarred by war. It was built into the side of a rock face with parts of it replaced with logs and boards. The could see it in the distance. They were almost home.... so close where they now. The amount of coinage the royal family would pay for their sweet princesses return sounded rather enjoyable....but one of them would never arrive at the fortress. The one in the back of the wagon was not doing his job and paid for it. Nova the witch hunter got loose and instantly summoned one of her blades and ran it through the mans gut and twisted it. The flame blade burning a hole in the center as she pulled it out. The bandit's blood sprayed onto her. She then kicked him off the wagon and he came crashing down. The bandits on horse back drew out crossbows and aimed at her. She sighed and dismissed the blade sitting back down... "Sorry... the man kept staring at my ass."

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Vivian

Vivian felt a smile creep up on her face as she heard Das's next words.
"You have know idea,... as for what we are going to do now. See about making the guild answer to their lies and deceit. I don't know. I suppose there will be a plan in the morning. Fill free to join us if you want." She said. She did hope he would too. She could use a new face to stare into. His presence was much appreciated and she rather enjoyed talking to him. "I probably should sleep, like the others I have had much of it for the past three days." She said. She could fall asleep right her if she had to.

Garekk

Garekk still snored upon the great sands now cooled from the cold night's wind.

Ellis

Ellis felt a warmth come over him like none other as he seemed to enter a whole new world. On the outside Ceris and her spirit returned to the body that was almost forgotten to her in memory. The easy part was over. Ceris was now located in a body she could call her own. Now Corellan had to bind it to the shell or else like her many other hosts. The body will rot and decay over time. Ellis awoke once his part was over and he sat there and watched. He watched with anticipation. Waiting for the moment her eyes would open. Then his attention was redirected as he heard a twig snap. He turned to the sound and pulled forth his silver dagger. What he saw was a robbed woman with bat like wings that was yet to retract. He did not need to be a inquisitor to know what she was. A demon, and it had followed them here. The demon might escape and tell of Eliphas what has happened here.... No that was not going to happened. He threw on the cloak and turned invisible once more.

The confusion on the succubi's face was nearly priceless. Almost as priceless as her next face as the same halfing flew at her from behind. She spun around as he hit her taking her to the ground with a large thud. There was no hesitation in what he did next. He stabbed his dagger into her chest repeatedly. Over and over again until she stopped moving and her body burned in the holy fires she erupted in from the dagger. He rolled off of her and spat down at the demon. "Never underestimate a halfling...." He then returned to the scene of Corellan and Ceris. Once more he waited. Once more he could not wait to see her eyes open.

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Ishmael looked to Ramara and although he did not quite like what he saw, he decided he shouldn't be picky as to who joined him on this quest. The princess was indeed more important then his values in a person. She commented on his company and he looked to his squire and the prisoner and wasn't too sure how to answer that. He looked back to her and just gestured to the young boy. "My appointed squire,... the other is someone I will be using to locate and find The Black Moon's base of operations." He said. Then he paused and realized his mistake in his words. "We,... we will be using." He corrected himself. "My name is Ishmael, and I thank you for even taking interest in this...." He was rudely interupted by a man hitting the top of the table. Another approaching said man ready to finish him off. The man on the table brandished a nife and as he was about to use if to make a new maggot hole in the other's belly he felt a hand grab his wrist. He looked to see who had the nerve and found himself stairing at a not so happy visage of a paladin. The man gulped and dropped the dagger.
"Apologies...." the man said in fear.
"Leave this tavern,... my patience has been tested more then enough today" Ishmael said. He then looked to the other man. "you too..."
He then rose up letting go of the man and watched the two exit the tavern. He then saw the fight that broke out and he was not amused. He thrust out with his hand and a holt bolt of lightning hit the nearby wall causing those near to hit the ground from the blast. The others turned to see the caster and froze. Those on the ground eventually turned over to see the paladin as well. Having yet the same reaction.
"You have ten seconds to leave this tavern, before I throw you all in a prison cell." He voiced. They did not hesitate, getting up off the floors and one by one they rushed out of the tavern. He then looked to the woman on the chandelier. "You just volunteered for a mission,... you got a choice. Either take part in it, or spend a week or two in the dungeon?" He asked her.

His squire in awe at which the people reacted to his sire's presence was inspiring. He wondered why Ishmael gave the woman two options not like the ones who left. He then looked to Ramara and gulped. The lord really has a odd way of throwing subjects in their path. Especially this one, he new she would be a problem. Especially when he saw one of the daggers at her side. It was as long as his forearm.... that's no dagger, that's a short sword.

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Ailen Sighed. She didn't have to take the compliment if she wanted. Getting into her pants wasn't even his intentions. He had much bigger things on his mind then women. Didn't stop him from complimenting them though. "Gaia,... Come along. Wouldn't want those on the receiving end of these supplies to think your a meal." He said. He then bowed his head to Srath and began moving away from the ship. No,... He was right about Silvia. Tristan wasn't the only one who could intercept transmissions. Speaking of the asshole. Time to go see him. From the way she talked,... This was going to be a long day. Day that made him want to punch Tristan in the face. Sadly that would end with him at the crystal mines. He wondered if there was any rumors about himself... The T1 who cant use a black crystal. His people learned first hand what those things did to their minds....

He felt his hand wander to hold onto his locket. He then released it tucking it back into its place. He looked to Silvia and then his eyes tried locate Gaia. "Careful where you look,... Wouldn't want to step on her." He said. If a comment on her size didn't get her to pop up then he wouldn't know what to do. He then proceeded to the elevator and would wait there for them. Once they regrouped he would take the elevator up. He was not eager to see Tristan again.

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Accepted... The both of you... Salrynn don't forget to remove the pirate pistol. The age has not yet reached that point in time.

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It was noon in the city of Shar'es, and activity was booming. Elves littered the streets here. However, they where not the only ones present in this city. Humans, halflings, and even dwarfves roamed the streets. However, the white city did not yet know of what had transpired at their city's heart. At the pristine white fortress of the elves guards moved here and there searching and hunting for someone. That someone was Nova, their princess. She had gone missing, kidnapped perhaps. Some chalked it up as she just ran away for awhile to get some fresh air. The other story on the grape fine was that one of the family's enemies had took en a hold of her and would soon demand a ransom. It did not take long for the guards to exit the royal grounds and into the city. They asked shop keepers, tavern owners, merchants , and even posted up posters for the citizens.

Ishmael stood outside the large throne room doors standing rather steadily. His squire beside him waiting at his every call. He did not want a squire ,but the order demanded it of him. What did they possibly want from him. His job was to go in and slay demons and destroy evil at its source. It was no place for a stable boy. He sighed and looked to the boy. "Make your self useful boy and get me some water." He said. Might as well make the boy do something rather then stand there nervously. Then he rose his hand up and the boy stopped in his tracks. "Wait?..." He said and the doors opened. A hand maiden approaching them. "The King and Queen will see you now, Brother Ishmael." She said. He gestured for the boy to follow him. "Lead the way young lady..." He almost choked with laughter on that one. Young lady... this elf was likely older then him by a hundred years or two. She bowed and lead them inside. His blonde hair blowing from the draft of the door. His blue eyes now full of seriousness. The walk down the long blue rug trimmed with silver , and designs of flower pedals. It was a good sized throne room and took a bit of walking ,but once he reached the steps leading up to the thrones of the queen and the king he went to one knee and waited for them to speak. He rose up a hand and grabbed the boy beside him pulling on his shoulder to get him to kneel.

"Stand, sir Ishmael, knight of the holy order that helps guard my city from the evils of this world." spoke King Ellisar. Ishmael did so and motioned for the boy to do the same. The king smirked at the young lad. The boy looked as if he was in his early twenties. "Looks like they gave you someone to teach..." Ellisar commented. Ishmael looked to his squire and sighed.
"He can be a royal pain in my side, but he does learn rather quickly" He said. He then looked to the King and the Queen. "You summoned me?" He asked.

"Yes, if you have not heard from the gossip and news in the city, our daughter Nova has gone missing." Queen Maylin answered. "We gave it a few days to see if she hadn't just gone out on her own. She has not returned...."

"You expect fowl play?... sorry to interrupt you. What leads have you?" He asked getting right to the point. "Our seers have told us who might be responsible, we have no clue as to where they are located ,but the bandits of the Black Moon clan are responsible." replied Ellisar.

"We know this because, two of their members where spotted in the city by the guards no soon after. We have them in custody right now." The Queen added. Ishmael nodded and gave a smile.

"Don't worry, I will find her, first things first going to gather a posse to help me go after their comrades. Then I will take one of those prisoners with us to help us find his friend's base of operations." He said. With that he bowed and left the Queen and King in the royal chambers. His squire bowing nervously and ran to follow the holy knight. It did not take long to pass through the turns and doors to the outside. Once he did he headed for the jail cells. It was there that he saw the two prisoners. He motioned for the man on watch to unlock the cell that held the one. Once he did he grabbed the man by the side of his head pulling him out. He then held him in place as the guard put shackles on him. "Your coming with me,... brigand." He said and then pulled the man along a rope tied to the iron cuffs.

It took them only a hour or two to reach a tavern. It was named 'The Royal Serpent'. He sighed, saying a prayer of the holy order and then entered. He then brought his squire and the bandit to a table and sat down. Forcing the bandit to stand. He then told the squire to bring out a piece of paper. "Write down on the paper, these words" He instructed.

"The Holy Order of the Great Pegasus, had commissioned a quest. To which a brave few will go with me to brave the wilderness and challenges of this world to bring back to the Royal Family what was stolen from them and the bandits punished. A reward will be issued upon success of this mission."

He did not say the reward. Only that there was one. The simple mentioning of a reward was enough to get people interested. He then instructed the boy to post it on the bulletin by the taverns doors. It was now that they played the waiting game......

...... Meanwhile, three days away from the city a small wagon moved upon the road. It carried precious cargo. That cargo being lady Nova Lysanthir. She was tied and gagged left in only her black and thin clothing. With white boots trimmed in red. The grabbed her before she could armor up. Lucky bastards. If she could only get loose she could end these fools. The wagon had two bandits in front and one sitting in the back to watch her. On the left and right of the wagon road to men on horses. There was another horsemen covering the rear as well. They were armed with long swords and morning stars. They wore chain mail underneath their tunics and had tattoos upon the sides of their necks. That of a black crescent moon. They where nearing their destination.

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Name: Nova Lysanthir
Race: Elf
Age: 400
Class: Battlemage

Description: Nova stands at five foot six and weighs only a hundred twenty pounds. She has been seen wearing a white dress ,but rare so. She mostly wears a dark leather suit with her white boots and gloves. Her white breastplate centered on a-cup breasts. With her pauldron only slightly protecting her pelvic region. Her long pink hair is wild and untamed and her eyes are red.

Biography: Nova is the first and oldest of two daughters under Ellisar and Maylin Lysanthir. Her strong will has pushed her into the field of the witch hunter. She find herself more at use finding the evils that hide within their borders then sitting at a chair all day. She felt it was better this way. Much better indeed. However, because of her family she has become a target for most. After five attempts to take her, killing the would be captures, she thought they would give up. She was wrong.

Skills: Ride, Handle Animal, Balance, Swimming, Acrobatics, and knowledge of the arcane and divine.

Spell Like Abilities:
Fire Arrow- With a command and a thrust of her fist or hand she sends a bolt of flames towards the target resembling a arrow
Fire Bolt- Launches a weak ball of fire at the target.
Fire Ball- Launches a fire ball that has a aoe effect damaging those close enough to the impact of target.
Fire Breath- Gives he the ability to breathe fire like that of a Red Dragon.
Firestorm- This spell throws multiple fire balls at a target.
Flame swords- Summons a pair of swords created from fire into her hands. She can choose to only have one if she desires. The swords cut like a normal weapon would only they do a additional damage with fire.

Equipment: Side from the armor and clothing described above. Nothing