A New Travel, but with twelve Spies.

[ElvenNimruin]

~ The remainder of the day, since the completion of his horrible spell, was clouded in vast darkness. His body laid limp upon his horse, Dawn, who walked at a graceful speed. Dawn was not trying to disturb his master and neither will his own pride cause his silent footsteps to falter. The wizard was down and out. His mind was a void of the netherlands. His heart was open to the word, but he could not control it. His emotions exhausted his body. He knew nothing of the world around him except for his own "Friends" Who were guiding him.~

~It was surpose to be just Hunter and Tara but the rest of them refused to be left behind. They traveled to Avalon, where they would give NimRuin over to Ashina. From that they were to be their and see the transfer of Ashina's amulet to their master. The thought of such power scared most of them, for a power much the same as the amulet, almost took the life of Him. Non of them, however went against their Master on this subject. They feared him, but at the same time they respected him so much, that they often called him "Father". He was the one who gave them a chance in this world, and each one of them Loved him very much.~

~Hunter was by far the most protective of his Master. He had grown up in the big streets and often stole food to gain what he needed. The fact that his life was a horid mess did not disturb his loyalty in any way to NimRuin. Hunter was born in an elvish city along the western coast of GreenLitih. He was an abandoned child. His mother was nothing special to anyone. She lived outside of GreenLitih in the human section of the land. The law was that only the one born in the forest of GreenLitih were the ones who could live within the city.~

~His father left him before he was born, and his mother was only thirteen at the time. She was young and she was not smart at all. Some say that they would rather talk to a board than speak to her. Her own intelligence, however, were intacted. She played stupid so many of the farmers would leave her alone. Her own mother instincts told her that she could not raise this child to be anything as long as the preduiced of women laid upon the world. She had no choose but the make it to the woods of GreenLitih.~

~The night before her labor, she ran. Knowing that the Elves always keep scouts out that were almost always armed with arrows. They gaurded their forest against the humans and other intruders. They knew that if a human would make it to the very heart of the woods, then that human would stay in the forest forever. That was Hunter's mothers plan. She didn't care whether if she made it or not. All she wanted was to get her, Almost complete baby, inside the woods, so that he might forever be relieved of the pain of the world.~

~She started at night, hiding in the deep meadows of grass watching the forest. Her own human eyes could not see the Elven gaurds upon the forest, but she knew they were there. The kicking of her baby increased, as she stood on her feet. Wraped in a dark Green cloak she started walking towards the woods. Tears streamed down her face as she knew that this night would forever be her last. As she edged closer, a sound of an arrow sliced through the air and landed at her feet, before her. It noted that they knew she was there, but she just walked around the arrow and continue upon her path of death. Labor was beginning to begin as her contractions were starting to get stronger and occuring in a rythmic pattern. She continued still.

A second arrow sliced the air again and landed before her feet again. As soon as the arrow hit the ground, a burst of speed happened. Hunter's mother thrusted her pain in the back of her heart and began to run. Her speed was astonishing, for her heart would not let her baby being raised by those savage humans, she had once called Family. All they did was sell her to men for money. All they did was grab her ass and motion for her to sit on their laps. All they did was something that she could never let her son turn into. She wanted the world for her son and she would go through the death of being slashed and burnt a hundred times, before she gave up her dream.

Arrows sliced from the trees as they gave their final warning to her. She ignored them all. Wrapping her green cloak around her she got about two feet into the forest before she saw the movement of several Elven men arching their bows back. The pounding of her stomach was too strong but it only increase her adrenaline even more. She moved back behind a tree as the arrow pressed against the tough bark of the oak. As soon as the arrows were releashed again at her she moved around the tree and begun a full sprint into the woods. His womb was beginning to open as the pounding of Hunter was becoming a reality.

She had to make it to the heart of GreenLitih. She had too! She loved her child and not even an army of Elves would stop that. She began to run faster as she twisted and turned around the trees rather sluggishly. The weight of her stomach was holding her back, but she would not quit. She was in too far to falter now. Biting hard on her lip she began to run again. Sweat was not even the word, for what dripped down her face was blood and anguish. She evaded the Elven archer for only a few minutes, dodging constantly the arrows by other tenths of a second. At last she saw the opening, that she called the heart.

The womb was about three fouths opened as she cried out in anguish. Gritting her teeth together she beared the weight of the world on her as she rapidly descended to the opening. When she thought she had won the race, an arrow slide though a narrow hole and struck her in the leg. Crying out a voice of pure pain and defeat she fell to the ground. Her voice shattered the silence that overcame the quiet forest. Her body was spent, but her heart was not. Struggling with every ounce of strength she had left, she began to crawl. Arrows sliced as her again but she merely rolled over to dodge them. If she had not moved only a second ago an arrow might have been sticking out of her head. Blood pours down her leg and from her womb as her labor was almost complete.

Pain was no longer the word for what she felt. Perhaps they was no word in any language for what she was putting herself through. Struggling with every inch of strength left, she clawed the earth like a savage beast, (no offence adam. blood fell from her mouth as the arrow that pertruded from her leg was inched deeper into her skin and muscles. With the very last milimeter of strength she stood up and threw herself into the clearing. She landed rather hard upon the light as many Elven scouts surrounded the circle. Blood replaced the golden grass look of the heart of GreenLitih. She turned over to her backside as her eyes filled with blood. With a last struggled push she screamed for her baby and then went limp.

The Elven scouts just stood at her bloody body as the crying of a baby took over there thoughts. They looked at eachother for a moment before the captian approached. "This baby did not make it to the Heart!" Raising his straight sword at the child. "No Human will ever be born in GreenLitih as long as I live--" A dagger sudden stuck out of his neck as he stared at her attacker. The Figure was cloaked in pure black robes as a curved blade stood in one hand. Long Silver hair dripped out of his hood as he stared at the Captian. "You live no more" Was all the figured said as the captian fell to the ground, dead.

Startled the other archers raised their bow and surrounded the cloaked figure. "Who are you" one of them dared to speak. A faint chuckle began to emit from the darkness of the hood. "I am NimRuin." His voiced histed as he pointed at the child. "He lives or you shall die with your captian. If i leave and you kill him, than i shall come back and kill you and your families." He releashed his hood to show his Dark Elven features. The Elven Archers gasped at the Drow as they releashed their arrows at him.

Raising only one hand he whispered silently. The arrows sent at him, bursted into fire as the arrows disintegrated before their eyes. The wizard turned around and stared at them. His eyes were a reddish color, and held no trace of mercy. "I get that alot now take the child and raise him, if you value your lives." With that he waited only long enough for his warning to sink through their heads as he vanished.

~Hunter thought back at his life and noted that the Elvish community had been extra nice to him, for the power of NimRuin protected the forest from the Drowven Wars against the light. He was never bothered with racism as most of them learned to accept him as he was. His training, his thoughts, his job was all because of the spirit of his mother and the compassion of his master, and he would be damned if anyone was going to take it away from him. Looking around him he noted Tara. She was in deep anguish as the limping body of her master swayed with Dawn's walk. She too had a story to tell........

(To be Continued)

[ElvenNimruin]

~It seemed forever that darkness should overcome NimRuin's mind as Tara robe beside his horse. Her while stallion was a graceful horse that evenly matched the steps of Dawn, NimRuin's horse. She looked at him as he laid sleeping on his horse. The first day she thought that he just needed sleep, but it went on towards the second day now. She looked at him with a face of anguish. She looked at the man whom she saw as indestructable.~

He had been there for her more times than she ever cared to count. He was her father in more ways than she even knew, to add on to her pain. She was brought up in a the quiet kingdom of Felithral. She was the maiden to the princess, a wonderful women who had always treated her like sister of statue. "Do not rest your shoulders like that, you might form a hump on your back. Stand up strong and make me proud Sister Tara." The words of her friend, The Princess forever rang in her mind. Her life as a peasant what nothing new. Her father was a warrior and her mother was a housemaid. She was common to the core, some would say, but her beauty stopped all that. Some say that the evenstar bowed before her grace and presence.

She was about sixteen years old in elven years, and she already held the radiance of a queen. Any gown she wore, and way she put up her hair gave an instinctive charm over all those that meet her.
She thought back on those years and just chuckled. Who would have known that his beauty would turn to her downfall. It all happened when the princess got engaged to a fair Prince of a neighboring kingdom. He was the prized above all else in the Elven world that she lived in. His beauty was replaced by non and his manner of speech was perfected to the very core. Who was she to even speak to such as that.

The night before the princess's wedding was intense. The prince threw a fair party at his own expense as numerous guests were involved. Sighing to herself, she knew that only meant that she had more to clean than normal. Lowing her head she picked up glasses and told the queen that she shall start cleaning the third floor. The queen was a well rounded women whose laughed showed her rosey cheeks. She smiled and told Tara to be off with herself and learn to enjoy herself to the fullest. Cleaning up several jackets thrown on the floor she ascended to the third floor, not even realizing that the Prince was following her.

She started to sing to herself as she entered the princess's bedroom. Cleaning, while singing to herself she didn't notice the prince. The sudden lock to the door caught her attention as she whipped herself around to engage the intruder with physical combat. As her eyes gazed upon the Prince she immediately gave a graceful bow. "My Lord why have you followed me here. The party is downstairs." Her looked gave off no notice of knowing why the prince followed her, but as soon as she gaze into his eyes, she knew. Backing away towards the window her face was in horror as the prince came closer.

"My what is a pretty little girl doing up here all by herself. The guards are drunk to the core and my lovely bride is asleep in my chamber. And now it is only you and me. " His face was torn with enjoyment as he advanced on Tara. His face grinning a terrible grin of the soon to be pleasure he shall experience. Closing in on Tara he grabbed her dress and pulled her to him, kissing her so soundly on her lips, that it actually hurt her.

Tara moved her head back from the prince and spat in his face. "Dirty Dog, i shall tell the queen" She raged as he pushed him away. "Leave me be you boar. I am not meat for you to touch when you please. I am not your property." As she turned to run away she saw a fast hand across her face. The blow smacked her hard as she fell to the ground dazed. The whole side of her face went extremely red as the blow started to throbbed in her mind. Holding the side of her face she back away, before the feriy of the Prince. "You will do as i say, you peasant, i am never to be rejected." He screamed as he grabbed her legs drawing her close to him.

Screaming she kicked her left foot out and with the luck of a god it hit something that was so precious to the prince. The prince fell over with pain and groaned. As she got up she started to run, but the hand of the prince caught her leg and she stumbled into her mistresses closet. Cloths, now scattered around the room, laid upon her face. She got up only to find the prince's left hook connecting to her gut, as he pressed on her another painful kiss of Lust. Air flew from her body, but not before she slamed the closet door outwards. The door slammed into the princes face and made him fall back to the floor with a word that needs not to be spoken. Holding her stomach she looked in the closet. There was her salvation.

Sticking out of the side of the closet laid a bow and one arrow. It was the princesses as she trained with it during the week. Learning how to use it, when the princess was also learning, she grabbed it. The prince finally with the last of his patience drew his sword and there they stood. Maiden Versus Prince. The prince was the best know swordsman in all of the Elven kingdoms. He had been known to swat aside arrows with only the a flicker of his wrist. He stood in front of her snickering his foul mouth and sexist comment. "A woman daring to shoot me? The prince of Elves. Shot it and see how fast i will slay you. Who do you think you are you Peasant!"

~Lifting the bow gracefully she set the arrow inside the bow and stared ahead of her. Seeing a dark figure dwindling in front of the window sill behind the prince she stared at it. It seemed as she was stareing at the prince, but in fact it was NimRuin who she was staring at. The dark figure revealed her face as his long Silver hair was unleashed into the wind. His ice blue eyes pierced through the prince and stared at her. Refocusing her thought she replied with a overwhelming confidence. "I may not be of royal blood. I may not be able to sit on my behind when the job cleaning is involved. I may not be the ugliest thing you have come across, but you have absolutely no right to touch me as if i was yours. " Her eyes hardened as she arched back her hand. The Bow bent back easily as she drew the thin cord as far back as it could go. "and as for who i am." She replied as she stared at the Drow in the window. The Drow only nodded at her. "I Am Tara, An Elven Archer and I am the Pride of my family" She screamed as she releashed the arrow.

The room grew silent as the sound of an arrow was shot in the arrow. The air shifted around the arrow as the force involved was tremendous. All of the sudden the tip of the arrow Bursted into fire as the arrow continued its path. All the prince saw before the day of his doom was the mirror in Tara's eyes. The burning hatred of a Drow in the window sill imaged in Tara's eyes. The Prince staring at her eyes says that the fire that engulfed her eyes were not her at all, but was the Drow's. Moving with the grace of an Elvish Noble, she flickered his wrist to block the shot. The tip of his sword cut the arrow's back off as he knew it was to late.

With a cry of pain, the arrow slide into his heart. Falling to his knees he howled and screamed. Tara fleeing from the site carried the bow she took from her "Sister" and drew herself into the window. A ladder was placed there as a horse neighed at the bottom of it. And there she was, a rouge in the world. A women betrayed by her own kind, and bound to forever banished herself from her own lands. She rode hard out of the city and never went back.

The thoughts faded back to her as she stared the Sleeping Drow she called "Father". Tears gliding down her face she drew herself up and hugged him tightly. Without even knowing it NimRuin's arm wrapped around her as he peered into her face. "Tara" He whispered as the exhaustion of that word alone cause him to drift back into darkness. Smiling she turned around. Riding beside her was her Drow Companion. The third spy of the group. Her name was DarShiva. Gazing at her she smiled as the thoughts of the young Drow women seemed complex.......

.....but that of course was a different story to tell.

(To be Continued)

[ElvenNimruin]

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster~ His body just swayed and turned as his mind closed up to all reality. Only about once or twice each day that he and his spies traveled did he open his eyes to look at them. It was a sigh, although it was vague, it was nevertheless a sign that he was still here with them. In his mind the darkness seeked itsway into the nothingness of his mind. His mothers spirit stabled his life as she no longer existed in this world, not even in the world of gods did she exist. She was gone forever. His mind struggled constantly to stay awake for the mere moments that he could at least instruct his friends on what to do. He felt their pain for him, he felt their hearts on him And he loved them for that. <c>

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster~ Traveling towards Avalon on the fourth day going, he managed to remain awake for a little over an hour. His spies were rejoiced but they stayed but his side and would not leave. They knew he was strong, but just because he stay awake for an hour does not mean he was safe. Tara and Hunter took over leadershop roles as the rest of them were not even known to Ulster yet. DarShiva was the only one who was grewing fairly popular in Ulster. She stayed normally around the dance bars and such. You cannot even imagine how much information a beauriful and mysterious Drow female and pick up by only dancing. Besides tara, she was one of the most active members. His tight garments made all men drop before their knees. Although her looks might depicts her as weak, she on the other hand was one of <c>

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster~ the better melee fighter. Bearing two Black daggers she was definitely a force to be reckoned with. Sighing she peered at NimRuin and smiled. "When are you going to wake up you bastard." She smiled as her thoughts would intrude Nim's mind. Hunter looked up and raised his hand as he saw before him someone he didn't expect. "Stop men," He told the others. Awaiting the coming of the this significant person, he halted their horses <end>

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair~ Mists swirl around her and her great war stallion as she comes into view of the small band unto which Nim is a part of...she looks more than human which is kind considering she is more than naturally human...atop the steed she looks like a creature of myth as she is wont to be by many...her rich sparkling gold hair dotted with jewels of sparkling diamond-like dew and the horse as black as night itself...when she is upon the group she pulls in her reigns...she is without any sort of escort which is odd but natural in all senses of the word...she is covered from the neck down by a cloak of raptor bird feathers of all kinds keeping her warm in the chilled morning but with the collection of mist upon her it makes her surreal...like a mythic beast come to claim the souls of all those that <C>

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair~ Would deny her...she smiles lightly before glancing idly about..."A band directed toward the Holy Isle?" She asks without the slightest hint of questioning to her voice but every bit of authority carried by her station. She is the ultimate authority of this land though at times she seems as if she can be the best friend of anyone she cares about and not as cold hearted as some might think...she herself is obviously on her way to Avalon..<E>

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster~ Hunter staring, actually he was in awe of the approaching figure. They say that myths are only found in dreams, but her was one now. The presence she commanded was matched by non, but word has gone around that NimRuin took his own intimidately presence for his "Mother" Kahlan. Tara, imediately taking control of the situation spoke out. "All Hail High Queen Kahlan. Overlordess of Ulster." With that said she gave a graceful bowed. The rest of the squad jumped off their horses and bowed lowly to the ground. DarShiva did not object for the presence of the queen startled even her unshakable will. Everyone bowed except for one. NimRuin did not bow, and neither did he even acknowledge her. Tara seeing this spoke quickly in the defense of him. "My queen, please i beg of you not to take offense<c>

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster~ of his disregard to your nobility. He is indisposed at the moment. and--" As soon as she was about to explain, the wizard cut her off. "Let it be Tara." his voice was weak and Crispy. Whispering to his horse softly he robe rather slowly to the queen. As he neared he lifted his eyes to meet hers. His eyes were voidless, but held a certain passion that was not their before. Sliding out of his saddle to fell to the floor. As his feet touch the ground, they gave in for his strength was much depleted. Falling the the ground, tara was about to help me, but she was waved aside by his hand. "Leave me be!" He told her firmly. Forcing every muscle to move he bowed to the queen with a grace that shook the foundation of all his spies. Raising his head, he gave a weak smile, but his eyes held a <c>

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster~ certain concern in them. "Why are you here alone and where is Lord Nur. You cannot travel alone my queen. Please alone me and my friends to assist you to Avalon." His voice broked off as he coughed a dangerous cough, but his eyes never removed form the queens. <end>

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair~ She dismounts and pats the flank of her horse to send him off to a patch of grass nearby and she reaches down to help Nim up with a smile on her lips ready for him as he looks up to her..."Ah Nim...you old fool.." she laughs gently and will not allow him to kneel before her any longer...if he shook the foundation of the spies she floored them with her honest concern for the wellbeing of her Arch Wizard..."I am alone for good reason.." she says and aides him to his feet...as she does so her cloak falls open to allow a sight to what she is wearing...a pair of traveling pants and a plain white blouse with what looks like a leather sleeveless coat over it..all covered by the feather cloak..."I will be glad accompany you and yours on your quest to Avalon...where I intend to <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Stay for a while.." she says with a gentle smile before looking to each of his companions...practically holding him up by his shoulders as she stands there with him...not letting him lose any of his dignity around his companions <E>

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster~ Breathing came harder to him as he pressed on the journey. The power he unleashed with his body was endless as the spot from which he left in the woods would forever be a place of power. Lighting will eternally crackle where he once summoned his mother. The fight that took his light some would soon call it. And now here he was, being supported by the High Queen, herself. She had always been his foundation of stability. Looking at her and the way she always wanted him to look noble and have dignity, he smiled at her. "My queen Dignity means nothing to me. My companions are loyal to me from their hearts. Can't you feel their love? Even as i laid dead on the ground, non of them lost faith in me." His voice cracked as he ended with a severe cough. Covering his face he released himself <c>

~ from her grip gently. With a slight faltered jump, he placed himself on his black steed. Looking at the queen with a warm smile, he nodded at her as she accepted his escort as her own. They will be traveling to Avalon, where each of them might stay there for quite some time. What nudged at his mind the most was fact that she was alone. Neither Lord Nur, nor any other noble accompied her. Did she leave without even saying good bye to Ulster? Did she leave without leaving a honorable and stable person in charge? No! he shouted to himself. She say not be questioned about this. She is the high queen and she would make sure her land is safe. Sighing at this new revelation of the queen power he chided her to her stallion. "I have not introduced you to my spies, my queen. They are my strength and my pride. They are twelve warriors each breed to do a special bidding , that fate has foretold only to him." Staring at his "family" as he spoke to her Highness. Pointing at Hunter and Tara, he began to speak again.

~"These are my leaders for this pre-arranged group. Hunter is the head leader and he is a human. Tara is a gold elf and she takes over when Hunter is not stable." Grinning at that statement he waited for the insults to go through.~

~Hunter a little unexpectantly struggled to maintain his composure, before he bowed to the queen. "If it is as my lord says, that i am unstable than it is as he says." The words rang true in the ears of the wizard. Tara on the other hand was not so gentle. Graciously bowing to the queen Kahlan. "My queen, please disregard our lord NimRuin. He is not well, and he is Very weak at that. His mind and his heart are as Soft as a piece of freshly baked bread, but its ok im sure lots of bedrest can bring him back to normal, Your Grace. Her words held a tone of sarcasm that hinted that she was insulting her master in a very silent way.~

The grin that dominated his face, NimRUin, disappeared in an instant. He gave he a stern look as if saying that is all. Noticing Tara seeing that look only shrugged it away. He was burning inside as he looked at her, but than broke up into a healthy laughter that caused Tara to laugh as well. "My girl, i have taught you well." Looking at the queen he brought forth the rest of his spies." As they approached their faces grew gently and didn't resemble their normal foreboding looks. Their faces were hidden beneath their black cloaks as he started naming them off. "The First of my spies you see is the ever so lovely Darshiva, as i have explained her past to you before."

(To be Continued)

[ElvenNimruin]

~The sun was out and its rays of warmth beat upon his head as he sat there in his saddle. Introductions was his speciality, but the was running out of time. He must get to Avalon soon. Lady Ashina was bound to know where he was, or else she possible might worry. The Queen had come unexpected, but he was alright with that turn of event. His spies were the best in the land and he could asked no more from his children. He was proud of them all.

Introducing DarShiva, She Bowed as NimRuin went on with the Introduction. "She is the left arm of my heart, although she appears as a Drow she is part Vampiric, but please do not be alarm my queen, she has full control over her abilities. That i made sure of a long time ago." Smiling he moved on to the next two spies. Pointing as an elf and a women elf, he began again. "My queen, My mother, I present to you Halith and his wife Elaya. They both fight with one sword each, and are the best skilled with them when they fight together. He is a Moon Elf, while she bears the symbols of a Golden elf. They have been together for countless centuries and often their loved is fabled. I compare it greater than the loved of a mother to her child. Smiling he moved on.~

~Approaching a Cloaked figure, he introduced Sitheis. "Your queen This is the backbone of our talent. Sitheis. He is a Drow, and is very dangerous with his duel Curved swords. He used to be an assassin, but now he settled down and became a sky. I would have no other protection than this man." Nodding his head as Halith and Elaya bowed, and everyone actually Watched Sitheis bow with a certain grace noone knew he possess.

~Moving on he motion the next three of his children to approach. Showing the women first he gave her a stunning hug. "This is NithEura a Drowish Monk. Her tiny crossbow can shoot up to five continueous posion arrows at a time. She is a dear daughter to me." NithEura blushed as she gave a bow. Her Short silver hair was just long enough to cover a part of her eyes. Pointing at the nice man, who stood out of the group like a sore thumb, the wizard spoke his name. "Wulgar." He simply said. "He is the brute force of our little Family Queen Kahlan. He is as gentle as a mouse, but as strong as a tiger, possible even stronger."

Looking at him with a curious look he began rubbing his chin. "I'd say he's about 7' 8". He is a big human, but once you get to know him he could be the best defense in all of Ulster. And i hope i didn't forget you Lithera." Looking at the elf he smiled and enbrace her soundly. "This is Lithera, An elf that has traces of all Elves in her, even Drow. Elf of all Kin i named her. She is out alchemist, which uses a short bow as a weapon. She's one of the smartest here in science, and comes with a little shock when she starts mixing chemicals." After the three spies bowed they moved on.

~ "Last but very much, to say the least, welcomed is my final Spies. Kelsatan, Xe'Nandra, and Mithandre'. Kelsatan is a kender/Drow. He is only about 3' 3" and loves to steal." Looking at him sternly he begun again. "Of course he would never steal from out precious queen right!" Kelsatan buckled and gave back the queen a pure full of gold. Kelsatan, didn't even realize that he didn't steal from the queen, but the voice of his master was so harsh that he thought he did. Consider it a preseant NimRuin spoke to Kahlan's Mind while laughing.

Pointing to a women who was cloaked in a brown robes he looked at her for a second. Smiling he motioned for her to come forward. As the women approached she drew back her hood. Her skinn was a mixture of tan and green as her green eyes peered at her "Father" with an unsure look. The wizard gaved her another stared as his stern face turned to a smile. "May i present to you Xe'Nandra, our Healer and Dyrad. She is like a druidess but comes from the trees herself. She is princess of her forest where her mother, Xera reigned supreme. Under me i helped her control her power of nature and she atuned that power to the effects of healing. " Looking at the grace of the Dyrad's bow he nodded his head as he presented the last of his famly. ~

~"Mithandre' the speed of a cat, and as mad as a lion. He is a half kin. Half elf and Half human. He possesses both traits of humans and elves, therefore making him a stronger warrior. If you ever needed defense, this man is the key to it." Nodded his head at his last "Son" They finally bgan moving ahead. The cloud were darken as the wind started to stir. All of this movement began to make NimRuin suspicious. This was not natures handywork but the work of anyother. The person suppressed his power so that NimRuin could not sense his will. NimRuin looked around startled and yet unafraid he stopped the line and waited. "Come out, Come out now!" His words ended with a crackle of lighting as a shrill laughter filled the air.

(To be Very Continued...(Entering NimRuin worse Nemisis)

[ElvenNimruin]

~ His eyes were content as he stared at the meadows ahead of him. The grass was high and the skies were darkening. It was the perfect ambush, but they made one mistake. The one who caused the thundercloud released more energy than intended. That kind of force makes a certain noise that only the trained ear can here. The sound of your will.~

~The sky continues to thrash as a slow sleet of rain started its fast journey to the surface of the earth. The rain came down slowly, as the tiny droppes made a tinking sound as it slammed against the armors of his spies. His eyes stared at the meadows as his spies unleashed they weapons slowly. The Ranged women and the Kender flanked the queen and He rode up to the head of the column. "Come out I said, You should not hide from the eyes of darkness, for the one who you brought alone is the child of it." His voice was raspy and was said in a weak tone.~

~Silence crept over the meadow as a Huge Ogre stood up. He was about the size of Wulfgar and his muscles seemed to Bulge in all directions. A Yellow mark laid across his face as a huge broad sword held in one hand. His face was scared and his body was mangled with muscles. He was a beast of a man, a man who looked like he wrestled with Bears. Motioning with one huge finger, Several men stood up from the clearing. About 20 to be exact. Staring at spies the Ogre growled a low and deadly sound. His giant arms grabbed his huge sword and unleashed it. His gaze was haunting, but he showed no movement of advance towards them.

~Although the bandits had more number The wizard still did not care for them. Peering into an open space he raised his hand as he talked. "Come forth Dark one. Arise for i see you. Arise and lets have a long awaited chat." Staring at the grass with a look of shere sterness, A figure appeared to ride. The dark one was covered in full with a black cloak an robes. The face was covered with long black hood. Sensing the danger in this situation, only to a degree he held his spies back, by his stare only.

~The dark figure raised her hand as if to stop the sound of the wind, but it rather held the lighting from crackling. "So NimRuin" She hissed "It is time for us to meet again. Shall our wills be tested now or shall we will wait." Her demands startled the Wizards "Children". Her face turned to the Ogre Captian. "destroy them and make sure you take the damn Queen with you, Unharmed!" Her voice raised an raspy octave as the lighting was releashed from its hold.~

~The bandits advanced slowly towards the group as the sound of thunder crumbled behind them. The Ogre captian stood as a distance as he observed the battle, but before the battle even began a certain women stood in the middle. Her Drow features were consumed with a damp look as the rain beated upon her petite head. Her Tight leather strapping did not cover much, only the most private of parts. Her legs were exposed as it seemed as her bodice were being pressed to hard underneath her tight leather.~

It was DarShiva, of course. She stood in the middle of the meadow and just stared at them. The first three men stopped in their tracts as she gazed at them. They jaws dropped at the site of her ravishing body and unstoppable looks. Her Dark black hair held only one Silver Lock that bents its way backwards in the middle of her hair. It was one of the traces of her Drowish nature. Her head was lowered as she motioned for the rest of her friends back. "Sitheis" She looked at the Drow with the two swords. "Stay back i will handle this myself." Giving him a darken looks she turned around as he shealth his swords.

~Her Eyes were that of Rubies as she gazed at the bandits. Moving her head slightly she unleashed a the cloak that hung around her body, and with the other hand she unhanged her long Leather whip. The tip of it was attached to a steel blade, where the ends of the blade hooked backwards. The hooked blade actually made it accessable to cling to whatever it was wrapped around. This suited DarShiva's purposes well. Wrapping around her Piwafwi cloak. As she tighten it around her body her image disappeared. This cloak was given to every Drow during their childhood. It was an invisible cloak that locked on to Drow's innate power.

~She made quick use of her cloak as she started towards the three men. A whip came out of nothing, in which the bandits could see, and wrapped around one of their necks. Hearing a deadly laugh she yanked at the whip, causing the bandit to fly into her. Her hands caught him by the throat as she smiled. Lifting him up with a strength that no one could ever foresee from her form, she just laughed a wicked laugh.

~Watching the bandits dangled from her sharp nail, in the air, her face turned to a frown. "An orc?" She hissed at him. "I would rather die than ever taste the blood of an orc." dropping him to the ground she threw me forward. Seeing how the whip was still clinging to his neck she thrusts it backwards, causeing the orc's throat to be riped out of his neck. Blood spilled upon the meadow as she smiled. ~

Upon seeing this madness several of the bandits started showing signs of feeling, but DarShiva saw that they was no need for that. Unleashing her second whip she started to slice the bandits away. To her distaste she found them all to be orcs except for one. Wrapping both whips around the man's arm she thrusted him backwards. The man was rather young, but he held a hated expression on his face for her. Her strength that came from her vampire nature easiliy subdued him to her grip. Looking intently at his face she turned towards his group. "Ladies do turn your head if your stomach is weak. I would not like you to lose your appetites." She gazed at the man for a moment longer and his face turned pale with fear.~

DarShiva gazing upwards at the night, her eyes beamed a dark red color as she opened her mouth. Fangs grew in her mouth as she stared at the moon. A moan came from her mouth as the silence of the wind shifted to her presence. Lowing her head, she bent the man's neck back and bite him. The Men screamed in horror as the blood from his body was being absorbed. The cry died in time as his strength gave way. Her fang sank deeper and deeper into his flesh. Finally after taking her time she releashed the man and pretruded one of her daggers into his heart. "Never will you become one of me" She said with a hint of sadness in her voice. Turning around she cleaned up her face from the blood as she tucked her dagger back into her bodice.

~Passing by the company she regained her horse. As she turned she growled as the Dark women and her captian were the only ones who didn't flee. The dark Women looked at DarShiva and than snickered into a laughter. "NimRuin, Why do you find such animals. I thought you would have known better than to consort with Vamperic Drow. They are too dangerous, but this one seems sure of herself. Is she a master of herself?" The question was rather harshly set and the old wizard did not reply, but it was Tara who responded. "She is more than you can bear Dark One, and She is not an animal. If you cannot decided between humans and animals than maybe you show go back to your dark hole and ponder about it. Until then go back to the abist you evil Witch!" Her voice rang true as the image of the women faded.

~"In Due time NimRuin we shall meet but until than, i do hope you are not well." Her imaged shimmered and than was gone. Now only the captian was left. Unleashing his great sword he advanced on them. His emotions told everyone that he knew not what he was doing. Tara put an end to his misery though. Sinking one arrow between his forehead as such a long range the Ogre toppled over and feel limp. She made it Even more deadly as he blocked her first shot, and to all those who know Tara. No ones blocks her shots. Snickering to herself the spies relaxed. The savage display of DarShiva caused the bandits to flee, but some how and some way they will return. All was left was just one more day of travel. If they traveled hard enough, They would make it before the sun would rise.

(To be Continued)