The Meeting In The Mountains - Romania

[Demmural Parson]

~The Draconian~

Demmural laughed along with Mana at the past story he had shared with him. Demm's smile faded as his friend threw up a hand ceasing his mares movements. Demmural noticed a thunderous sound from the right, and suddenly spotted a dragon flying upwards at a very distracting angle. The sound of a painful cry filled his ears. Demmurals facial expression was peculiar to say the least, having a raised a brow showing interest. He then spotted with his shiny white hued eyes, the bow that was slung over the dragon riders shoulder.

"Is this the Draconian that I have heard so much about?" Demmural thought through the details that his source had given him, and as Mana darted off, Demmural was left stranded for a brief moment. Being sure to keep his eyes upon the draconian, he slowly followed in the direction that Mana had hurried off in, simply following the smell of the sulfur. Upon arriving at his friends location, Demmural had learned the origination of the pained cry. Apparently it had came from a mother bear. As for the origin of the pain was traced back to an arrow to the eye.

Sighing lightly as he was forced to forfeit his attention to Mana to ensure his safety, Demmural had to take his eyes off of the dragon and its rider. As the arrow was ripped from the bears eye, both Mana and the mother bear toppled over. Being signaled to not take action, Demmural simply stood and watched the bear nudge Mana, scooting him, as the bear looked back, Demm stared it down, turning his nose up slightly as he snarled slightly in aggression towards the beast. It then turned back and trotted off into the forest. With the bear taking its leave, Demmural turned pestilence towards where he heard the dragons wings flapping.

"More like foolishness...I would have simply killed the beast for attempting to kill me....But you did what you had to do...So i suppose the points will go towards Valor and courage...." Demmural smiled in humor as he still stayed upon his horse. The dragon had landed. The dragons roar filled the forests air. Demmural grimaced at the beast, raising the top of his decorated staff into the air. Waiting until Mana finished with his questioning and interrogating, Demmural droopped the sharp point of his staff and buried it into the ground. Lightning cracked through the air from the top of Demmurals staff. The single crack was louder than that of the dragons roar, more like a sonic boom from a jet plane breaking the sound barrier.

"I suggest you lower your weapons fool...otherwise there shall be war here...We mean no harm if you mean us no such thing.....We can state our reasons of being in each others presence over a non hostile conversation...We are merely traveling through the area...On our way to Mount Moldoveanu to find a draconian.....But it seems that you have found us instead...You fit the description that was given to me by my sources.....I understand that you are in search of a group...I will explain what sorts of business we do after you explain to me and my friend." Demmural stated plainly in a calm manner, also not fearing his supposed enemy, for he had nothing to fear. Not even Mana himself. He then fell silent and waited for a reply.

[Kandasa StormCrown]

"Release the Arrow, or To Not?"

He paid no mind to the Reaper trying to save the Mother Bear that was trying to mawl him, and his dragon, a mere few seconds ago. His brows were tight, his eyes constricted to mere dots, he could tell this monster carrying a the scythe was giving off an Aura, one in which induced Fear. Even though he faced this sort of inhuman ability before, he could still feel his heart beating harder into his chest. He fronted with the best of his ability, even with this ear, his Pride overwhelmed the emotion to where he wasn't breaking, but it was still having an effect. His arms were still steadfast, his arrow now pointed at the, now on closer inspection, Reaper, focused dead at his skull.

"That's right it's mine, Bone Bag." Kandasa said with some Venom, Jadova hiss audiablly, her body reared back and her scaled upped to show the sharpness of them, "Yes, it was very much my idea, last second, thinking of an idea to shoot the bear. I had no intentions of killing it obviously, less it would be dead. But, I would not allow it to dare bring harm to my Jadova. That notion also reaches to you, as well Reaper. Your people are the very symbol of Death, I am well in my right to raise my bow to you, Harvester. I have been chased by Hunters since I got here, and because of the commotion that the bear has stirred, they probably know we're here." His eyes only moved to look at the other man with the robes on the glowing white eyes, "And War is already here if we all don't suck up whatever qualms we have with each other and keep moving."

He put the arrow back into his quiver, it spinning and giving a soft reeling sound as his spun to take the arrow. He pet his Dragon's head softly, her body slowly coming out of the fighting stance, lifting herself up, instead now, looking around and watching the area. her tongue, forked like that of a snakes, licked the air, seemingly acting the same way that a snake's would, trying to find the scent of the Hunters that had been chasing them before. The Dragon seemed to move as the Draconian wanted, even though no words were spoken, no gestures were exchanged.

"I didn't particularly ask for a group to merge with, but I'm not obligated to pass up hear your offer. Especially if I have such powerful beings giving me such an offer." He seemed to speak with half truth, but also half sarcasm. He was normally a bit of a sardonic jackass to anyone but Jadova.

Though suddenly, when he finished speaking, his dragon's wings perked a little, her body becoming unusaly still. Kandasa looked at her, remaining quiet for just a moment, but then looked up at the other two, "The hunters have found us and they're closing in. If you want to talk, we can do so while we run, or when we finish. Your pick." Jadova turned, ready to race off, but also waited on the other two to quicken their pace, he said,

"My Name is Kandasa StormCrown, the Last of the StormCrown Line."[/size][/font]

[Mana D. Banafield]

With a brief grunt at being called a bone bag, Mana held the arrow tightly in his boney fist letting the shaft snap beneath the pressure. Taking a few steps back, Mana slowly began walking away before pointing his staff at the Dragon and its rider. "Yes... We harvest.. We harvest much and in Harvesting.. We grow stronger.. Be fearful if you so desire.. You time is not yet.. Up.." Whispering slowly the Reaper had reached his mount when the Draconian mentioned there being Hunters near by. Slowly allowing his sixth sense to come to full potential the male could count out four people present amongst the hunters. This was going to be exciting indeed!! "Run if you must Lizard mouth but this man and I will gladly stand head on and fight.. Why run when the only real chance to survive is to kill them.. They will hunt us like dogs, these mortals know nothing of what it is like to be in our shoes. Let's show them.. Fear!!" Mana growled deeply as he turned around stuffing the broken arrow in his cloak, the Reaper drew forth his blade letting the elegant yet crudely made weapon spin in his left hand. While the staff remained in his right draw up to balance out along his forearm and the palm of his hand.

Shielding the Draconian and Demmural from his Aura of Fear, Mana gave it full force to the hunters at hand in each direction. Like a compass he spread it out so it hit them head on. Striking for the heart first then the mind! Causing them some crippling blow in morale and judgement. Making more room for human error to work in their favor. "My name is, Mana D. Banefield.. A pleasure to meet you.. StormCrown Lizard mouth." With a jolly expression calling this Draconian lizard mouth would be his way of breaking the ice. Even in such a dangerous position, Mana moved himself to the peak of the field beckoning for the others to follow so they had the advantage of sight over the whole field. 'We need not fear what the known.. We fear the unknown and all that it has the potential to do..' Thinking to himself mentally the Reaper settled his bones from shaking in fear. Rather he allowed them to shake and rattle in anticipation and excitement.

[Demmural Parson]

~So....Many...Demmurals!!!!~

Demmural cackled as he nodded towards the male upon the dragon. Watching as he made his way down. "We live with no fear Kandasa...And you should live with us the same way...So stay and take up arms along side us...Strike them down as they did to your family...Take your vengeance...Make your family proud.." Demmural said this, hopping from pestilence, and unto the ground. He then turned around and faced the same way that Mana had turned.

"Together...we could go far...Apart...well...we will still prevail..." His voice was now serious, and monotone. He half smiled at Mana's greeting to the male. Out of thin air, and within the area, 12 apparitions of Demmural were summoned. All of them would speak, and act upon Demmurals mental command. They all had the same appearance, wore the same clothing. All fit Demmural to an exact Que. This was known as his mirror image transformation. A light elementals ability to make up to 12 exact illusions of himself.

"And we....are Demmural Neziel Parson...The last living Parsons of our family..." It was as though all of the illusions spoke in unison. Sharing humor with the group as well. With this said, Demmural began to make his way forth, taking the front lines, for he was the one who would confuse the enemy the most. Hunters was something that he knew all too well. They did have the advantage. And would still keep such a thing.

"For many years I have been have been hunted by humanity simply for who I am...If they can not accept us...They shall firstly know of our power...And secondly know of death....Mana...I care not if their time is nigh...or if it is further in their life span....They...Die.....Now..." His words were sharply spoken, voicing aggression throughout his illusions. He himself was ready for battle as he wielded his staff in his right hand, preferring it as a weapon over his dagger. His facial expression was blank. As was his illusions. His eyes scanned the area. He heard them coming. Closing in on them. With ever pounding beat of his heart, it was as if there were foot steps upon the earth to match it. There were so many foot steps he was unable to determine the number of men and or women coming towards them.

"There are many....But be sure to leave one for me to toy and fuck around with before taking his or her life....Thats all that I ask...Preferrably a female...It would be sooooo...thrilling to desecrate and defile her body and leave a sign to all other hunters to not fuck with us any longer..." This was his last statement as he fell silent and waited for the first attack to be thrown.

[Kandasa StormCrown]

The First Reign of Fire


Kandasa looked at both the Reaper and the man who obviously now was an Elemental in human guise. Kandasa looked at them and spoke, "I have yet to kill them because they simply men looking after their families. They have no home, like I. Which is why I give them no shame. Killing them means the end of several other lives, but earlier today I came to the conclusion that, they were the ones that put themselves into dangers face. Instead of honest work, they chose to kill. And so . . ." Kandasa breathed, taking everything in, feeling the Aura of Fear leave his mind, he could think unhindered again now.

Jadova stepped forward, her lips lifting, showing off her teeth in a frenzy of anger. Kandasa opened his eyes, speaking out, "Jadova, Breath!"

Jadova opened her mouth, release a long stream of burning flames, which soared out into the forests face, covering it with super heated fire. Even though it would not stop the Hunters, they would be forced to ride through it, which would burn their mounts and most likely, them as well, already hindering them and lessening their chances of getting out safely. Kandasa jumped down from her shoulders, twisting his spear into one hand, and pulling out the massive sword with his other. He seemed to have no trouble dual wielding these two weapons at once.

Jadova had turned to the side and was already rushing off towards a body of water, in which she would dive into, submerge her body, and when the Hunters made their way into the clearing, she would act to flank them and burn them to a crisp if they were unguarded. Kandasa stood and waited next to the two men mounted on horses.

"This Will Be a Fight to Remember."[/size]

[Mana D. Banafield]

Taking several steps forward, War let out a large cry before stamping its hooves upon the ground roughly. Mana himself swiftly strolled down the hill slowly staff point first sword point second. From above the flames made him giggle as high pitched groans resounded from the burning of flesh from both beast and man. Watching the forest burn also hurt his feelings as well, seeing nature destroyed was something he did not enjoy. However he knew it would come back later on, either way he continued his trek down hill taking a knee in the inverse apex of the hill. Allowing most of the grass to hide his position as the first horse came out with rider in tow. Quickly sticking his staff across the horses path with the butt end in the ground for stability, the horse tripped head over heels. Breaking its neck on the fall its rider landed head first upon a stone. Stunning the huntress for a few seconds, which was all Mana needed as he quickly came up and beheaded her with a single stroke.

The next few horses rolled out as a few quarrels flew over and through Mana's cloak missing his bones just by an inch. With a growl Mana felt the pain as he stumbled back and fell back into the meadow grass. Allowing his smoke funnels to pipe up he made a large smoke screen in front of the horsemen. Hoping for the best one horseman came through then the other two looking around for their target which they had stepped over. "I leave the rest to your two for now no?" Thinking slowly, Mana stood up swiftly as he grabbed his sword and staff as quickly as possible, the Reaper pushed forward up hill towards his companions and their enemy. A semi successful close in if one were to say so himself.

[Demmural Parson]

~Havoc~

Being so close to the flames was some what comforting for Demmural. It reminded him of a warm camp fire in the winter time. Still grinning, he pushed his twelve apparitions forward into the fire, knowing they would not be phased by the flames. As Mana had disposed of a small handful of the humes, Demmural would work to bewilder them. Meanwhile, Demmural made his way around the bellowing flames to the right side, to find himself a few victims. Seeing one charge from such direction, trying his hardest to avoid the flaming wall, Demmural cast his lightning out towards the man, contacting him with ease, and blasting him from his mount with a loud crack of lightning. The single bolt had enough voltage to electrocute his mount in a single moment, though he only wished to harm the human. Soon there came a second. Mount half dead, and worn from severe burns. Soon to give up on life. The rider was also slightly burned on the right arm. This Demmural noticed. How she had only managed to escape with such a minor wound, he could not figure out. Regardless, he manipulated one of his apparitions in front of the mount to cease its movements. The mount dug ins hooves into the ground, and reared back, throwing its rider off and into a near by bramble bush. It soon turned and ran the opposite direction.

"Face me like the true huntress you are fiend!!" Demmural shouted towards the woman as he pulled his dagger from its sheath and prepared himself for battle. Knowing all too well that both his comrades were behind him. He slowly began his approach towards her, not caring for any other hunter or huntress, but that specific one he approached. Although he did keep caution, and stay weary about his surroundings and who was within them. His game was soon to begin. His many faces danced with glee at the thought of the massacre that was soon to happen in the near future.

[Kandasa StormCrown]

The Rose and the Thistle, They Both Have Thorns.

Kandasa watched as his command gave birth to an event of destruction. His features hardened, his spear up now, his hand wielding the sword steady. He seemed to turn from that of a man into a stilled beast. The cold twisting of his iris showing a winter past that lead until this point. He pointed his spear at the horseman who were smart enough, or better yet said, far back enough to have time to circle around the fire wall.

"Mawl, Jadova!"

And with that single command, Jadova let loose another powerful roar, rushing towards the trotting horses. Kandasa rushed towards, them, just behind his Dragon. Jadova plowed through a couple of the riders, her scales shredding them apart, her jaws clasping onto the heads of one of the hunters. He struggled, but once she breathed fire, he was nothing but black ashes. Kandasa tossed Schisma into the air at an on coming Hunter who had his readied arrow aimed at Jadova. His spea plunged into the riders heart, sending him off his horse.

Kandasa was already over there, ripping the spear from the hunters chest and rushing off towards Jadova, who was surrounded by three hunters. Kandasa made a protity to throw his spear with all of his strength, it landing in of one of the Hunter's sides, directly in his hip, sending him into the ground. That gave Jadova the opportunity to turn, using her tail to club into One of the other Hunters, her spiked tail sawing into his gut.

Kandasa made a ready hold with his blade, sweeping at the hunters feet as he turned around. The Hunter had enough time to jump and unleash the arrow he had set. It flew past his cheek, cutting with only a graze. Kandasa moved only a step back, preparing his arm to place his strength behind the next attack. He came back, stepping forward almost instantly, using his sword to reach out into a stab towards the hunter. Although the Hunter was sure he was a good distance away, he misjudged the length of the massive blade, getting punctured in his stomach. Though it wasn't very deep, it gave Kandasa enough time to pull his blade back, rear it over his head, and slash down into his enemy, slashing over his chest.

Kandasa pushed the already dead hunter aside and rushed to Jadova, running his hand over her scales, looking her over for wounds. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

Jadova shook her head, leaning down to his face and nudging at his face where he had been hurt. Although they other two couldn't hear her, it was obvious what she was saying,"Calm yourself, I am fine. You are the one who has taken some damage."

Kandasa was about to say something, but was cut off by the loud scream coming from the burning forest. It must have been the Elemental torturing one of the Hunters. Kandasa, even with his gracious heart, wouldn't try to step in and try to show some humanity. They tried to hurt Jadova, he would let them suffer. All he did was sit there, rubbing Jadova's neck as he sheathed his sword and collect his spear again. Prepared to talk with these two and hear out their propasition.[/size]

[Demmural Parson]

!~The Thrill Of Killing~

Completely oblivious, yet also cautious of the action that was taking place behind him between the hunters, Draconian, and Dragon, Demmural was persistent on killing this one particular female. He maneuvered his apparitions around her, encircling her completely. She glanced about to each one of them, bewildered about which one was the real Demmural. The Elemental had the illusions speak to her further to throw her off even more.

"Are you bewildered?" One said.

"Shocked?" Another spoke.

"Afraid of us?"

As they spoke to her, she glanced to each one, in order. A face of fright due to Mana's aura of fear, and also due to facing so many Demmurals.

"I have heard of you....The light elemental that slayed a whole village of innocents just a month back....Simply for them spilling your name to a guild of hunters...i shall not see my death until I see you dead first...." The female huntress spoke over the roar of the flames, screams of the other hunters.

"Such a brave young girl you are....You see...no one else is left to aid you in conquering me....So I here by declare you the loser....Seeing as you had the nerve and guts to come after me...I desire to fight you one on one....You against I...to the death....Since you are such a brilliant and outstanding huntress that you claim to be by boasting such a high rank badge upon your piece of armor there...I should pose no problem to you thrall... Demmural sarcastically insulted the woman to her face. He stood idly, while she was surrounded, staring at her with a deathly gaze of bright white light. Erie enough to give a penguin chills.

The woman slowly drew out her large clay-more from her back. Then she spoke one simple word before taking on an offensive posture. "Touche..."

Demmural grinned wildly and evilly as he began to speak to his comrade Mana. "Mana I will need you to rid the area of your aura...I request a clean fair fight rather than one that will work in my favor...." He simply requested and then waited for it to fall so he could begin his small competition between him and his victim who stood in the center of him and his apparitions glancing about at them.

[Kandasa StormCrown]

Watching Upon a Slow Train Wreck.

Kandasa was walking over to the other two, seeing them standing over a woman. The Elemental was saying some things, but he didn't get to hear it all before he got close enough to hear what was going on. Once he did though, it was obvious the elemental was going to kill the woman. Bone Bags was standing by. Kandasa opened his mouth, about to propose a way to let the woman live. Damn him and his sense of mercy, right? But he noticed who the woman was. She had been one of the ones who had been following him for a long time now. She had become a serious problem. Kandasa squinted his eyes, watching the woman.

Something was off...

"Duren..." Kandasa said softly.

They both continued what they were doing, so he repeated himself, "Hey, guys. She's . . ."

The Bone Bags was to content on watching, and Duren was indeed caught up in the moment, so he yelled, "Guys! She's a fuckin' Vampyre!"

He figured that would have gotten his attention. But, he noticed this little bit a little to late. They were now locked in single combat. Out of honor, Kandasa wouldn't step in with this fight. She could handle herself against someone like Duren, and if she died, then so be it.

Meanwhile, Jadova was shaking herself off of the water, standing near the fire, trying to dry her scales a little faster. As much as it was needed to swim, she didn't much like the water on her for very long. It degraded her happiness factor and she was mean when that meter hit zero.
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[Mana D. Banafield]

Walking in a menacing manner, Mana sheathed his blade as the horses fell along with their riders like water crashing upon the rocks of the ocean. Taking up his staff the Reaper clapped for the lizard and lizard mouth at their show of strength during such odds. Taking his time he turned towards Demmural with a blank expression really, his crimson orbs shifted and shrunk as he removed the fear from the young female huntress enabling her to move without fear and hindrance. Dulling the effects of pestilence and war he did not wish her to commit suicide.

"This should be good.." The Reaper said with a chuckle, his voice rolled across the grass carried up and away by the breeze.