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((open rp for anyone that wants to join in))

A man walks outwards from the fortified walls of trolls bane, feeling its constant beckon call fading slightly. Strangely how calming the feeling of the gates, almost spitting the man out free to roam from her damanding cluches, and from it's grasp,,,its very nature creates images of a weeping widow, crying her bloody eyes out for all eternity it seems, with screams so unkind to the ears many stop listening after a while.
the man turns to look back at the grey tarnished town over his shoulder as he walks away "I will do my best for you, but i cannot save you from yourself" he sighs, and continues to walk forth.

The night is a cold and unsettling one, rain shatters the windows of the buildings, and the wind breaths heavily down on the town, swaying the tree branches wildly. There is a knight sitting warming his hands by the fire in the fluffy sheep tavern, he is accompanied by an elderly priest dressed in a red full priest robe, there is an occult like symbol designed on it.

"Your Judgement of late has been of great concern,"The priest explains to the knight." why must you carry on as you do, hmm?.. I tell you, this is no good!"
The priest takes another gulp of mead before narrowing his eyes looking back to the knight, his hands trembling tremendously" the high council want your head boy,hmm.....yet i stay and i talk to you. BUT YOU NEVER LISTEN!"The priest says in an eerie cold violent voice.suddenly the knight stands and grabs the priest by his robes and lifts him to match the knights 6"2 height "I care not for you old man, or your lousy council"the knight explains as he shouts in the elderly mans emotionless, terrified face.
"I care for me, and only me...YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

Suddenly, a glass could be heard smashing, breaking the tension and bringing it to a hault.
"Arr!!Get out o' ma' pub!"The dwarven barman called.

The knight raises a brow and looks over at the far end of the tavern where the dwarf could be seen and lets out a fierce grunt. Furious at this the knight releaves his grasp from the priest dropping him on the floor.The priest falling with a great thud.The tension in the room had just imploaded and things where about to make a turn for the worst.

Meanwhile in Eliza's shop there could be found two men and one woman, they are discussing what would apear to be recent issues.The two men are looking rather rough, unshaven brissles cover there face and a faint scent of Liquir reeks from their breath and cloaths, they are both dressed in tarnished rusty armor.The woman they are with looks to be one of intelligence and grace, she is well presented with eligant robes and gleaming hair with enchanting emerald eyes "Bah, she has not the right to do such things."One of the men yelped."Oh I think you'll find i have every right" the woman explained as she held her hand as if cradling a baby.Looking occasionally at both of them smiling content explains "With wealth comes great power, oppertunity will not come to such vermen as yourselves...for you see, your views mean nothing and you DARE to speak to me about them?"The woman's eligance seemed to fade from her and the Aura began to turn stale, letting out a deep cackle she turns from the men and exits the building calmly grinning to herself eccentrically,this woman has one hell of an ego.
The two men stand motionless deeply confused with expressions of disbelief conquering there faces, it was as if someone had just died,and maybe they did,, but it didnt matter because they new that the woman was right there was nothing they could do.

Suddenly the rain stopped and all was quiet.Dark puddles lay on the ground, and few where around. loud voices could be heard from the fluffy sheep tavern...

*Crash*A table is flipped over on its side.
The priest lys knocked out on the floor, as the knight storms towards the bar where the dwarven barman is standing demoliting ever glass, chair and table in his way.

Someone is shivering below the grounds of the tavern, he is dressed in rags cloaked around him.He is a young man no older than eighten, lying in the cellars of the tavern for shelter.Hearing these sounds he stands slowly and approaches the stairs leading to it, with a distressed look he begins to eavesdrop..As the lad climes up a few steps an image of a elderly man could be seen infront of the fireplace,shocked to noticing that the man appears injured he stumbles back a little cliping a rock off the bottom of his shoe on the way back, causing an eco to be heard in the cellar.

The knight haults infront of the bar and points his fist to the cellar door, turning from the barman he is now

"What was that!" the knight hissed furiously.

Hearing this the boy runs through the seller coming to a door, he opens it and closes it quickly behind him, trying, and struggling for his each breath to stay silent.The knight quickly approaches the cellar and leans his head down for a look.."Bah....must be Rats!"he grumbles and returns to his position.
Just then the door of the tavern swings open fast and there could be seen
a woman presented with eligant robes and gleaming hair with enchanting emerald eyes.The knight came to a hault.

"what is going on here?" the woman asks calmly, yet suspicious as her left brow lifts slightly, "trouble...Borgate?".
"He was just leavin', weren't ye lad?" as the barman says this the knight nods and replies "aye.." walking away slowly, but in doing so passing the man on the floor and making him viewable to the woman.
"Wait one moment..."the woman demands, her eyes fixated on the body. The knight raises a brow and shrugs, "this was there when i got here...damn drunken old man, nothing more m'lady".
The woman knew exactly what was going on here, she see's this sort of thing all the time crooked; bent enforcers, not worthy of being called a knight, but times are changing, things where beginning to get ugly, and in the town of trolls bane a new Magistrate had been ellected.

"Throw him out into the mud as you leave, will you?"The woman sighed and pulled up a seat.