The neighboring realm of the elves and home to the dark elves and a few black dragons

She would make it before the sun went down, she resolved, and with that she continued her sprint toward the mountain in hopes of finding the mercenary, Tia Rose-eys, before the first snow started to come and the mountain would be too hard to climb. She wanted to find Tia Rose-eys to ask about mercenary partnership since she was young for the span of dark elves and had just started mercenary work. It was always good to have a partner when you started out since there have been more than one eager rookie mercenary who wound up dead by others who wanted to contract.

The silver eyes scanned to mountain and spotted a large black spot on the white mountain. She may have found what she was looking for...

She crawled on her hands and feet as a large clearing came into few. The dark elf peaked over the rock and noticed a group of 30 or so deer not so far away from a group of 50. Danica smiled and pulled her staff up behind her; using it as leverage to bing her down slowly and quietly. When she landed, she found another, smaller boulder and hid there. She twirled the staff in the air, causing it to gather energy and cause a little bit of noise. Finally, though, she had enough to get the staff what she wanted it to do. It was glowing fiercely and the dark elf came swiftly around the corner; smashing a deer's skull in and another's heart was skewered with her magical katana.

The herd started trampling away but not before Danica hurled the staff and shouted something in the dark elf language. The staff made a screaming noise and set itself right in front of it. The herd, confused, stopped giving Danica a chance to take down another 2 with her katana and longsword in hand. Now, however, the herd was smart enough to charge at the dark elf.

"Oh crap!" she said with a laugh and stood her ground, slashing and stabbing any deer that came in front of her and before she got trampled, she grabbed a branch and used her momentum to come around; still holding the katana and longsword. By the time the entire herd had left; the herd only had 50 of it's original number left.

"We're gonna eat good tonight you guys!" yelled Danica into the emptyness as she cleaned off her blades, sheathed them, and made them disapper while gathering the bodies and retrieving her silver staff.

"Yiiii!" he shrieked, before falling off of Tia and on his face.

((LOL! What a pansy.))

"How're you two doing?" greeted Danica leaning on her staff, "the princess is doing well I see!"

"Err...can you put me down? Please?"

"Blood actually tastes pretty good," offered Danica trying not to laugh, "want to try some?"

His eyes followed a drop of blood sliding down the staff, until in reached the end and fell to the ground. Ian grimaced as blood oozed down Danica's fingers to cover the back of her hands, with her grinning all the while.

Still with that 'Broken Mirror' look, he fainted, his legs gently swaying in the breeze.

((Eww. Lol, I wonder what will happen now that Ian is unconcious? Tee hee.

BTW, this was fun to write. I love the image of Ian with a 'Broken Mirror' look.))

Oh, how she would enjoy this when he wakes up!

((Seriously, what would happen if Ian thought he was dead? lol! And if he doesn't fall for it, what happens when his clothes need to be clean and all there is is a dress with a tuu tuu attached to it for him? my gosh, 2 cans of pop sends a lot of sugar to my brain! rofl))

((ask why! ask why!!! ))

((lol! just had to say that!))

He opened his eyes to see a red-faced Danica and a smirking Tia.

Sitting up, he looked from side to side, then brushed some dirt off of his shoulder.

'Wait...that isn't dirt...Dirt isn't wet...' Ian thought, stunned. Slowly drawing his hand back to see what the mystery substance was.

The reaction to this sight was a scream. A scream that seamed to pierce the atmosphere and crack the sky, shatter glass and split ears...A very feminine scream as well.

((LOL Battle!))

"About time you got up!" smiled Danica but then her face fell into something more serious, "well if being dead does include waking up and going to sleep." She had her eyes starting to water up because she was laughing so hard when Ian woke up and she managed to turn and wink at Tia to make sure she didn't ruin the fun.

((ahhhh, the fun continues!!))

Small, crystalline tears began to form in the corners of Ian's murky brown eyes, as he bit his lip to prevent crying out.

And so he wept, as a small droplet of blood trickled down his right temple.

((Wow. RPs should NOT get this emotional...But I LOVE IT! Hee hee.))

((you know at least THIS time she actually covered up ...well somewhat.))

She really hoped this was working but she wasn't that great at helping people out when they were sad. "And I'm sure I'm gonna be face to face with an angry dragon REALLY soon" she finished lamely scratching the back of her head.

OOC: I REALLY don't know what to type. ruby, just do something before I run out of lame apologies that I can't come up with right now... :P

Ian looked up, amazed, at Tia. He slowly brought his shaking hand up to his tingling lips, then turned to glance at Danica.

Looking back at Tia, he rose an eyebrow. "Wha...?"

((OMG. -headdesk- Now where will this lead?))

((How did you know that was going to happen?! *sigh* you two are crazy... lol))

Ian looked down at his knees, ashamed. He could tell Tia was annoyed, the way she just snapped at him. He shouldn't have cried. He was supposed to be the man of this gruop, the strong one. But...

Heeding her words, he turned off in direction of the stream.

((Yeah...where should I start posting?))

Tia looked over at the elf. "You really shouldn't have killed so many." she sighed. "I guess we can clean them and smoke and salt them. However I don't have enough room for all of them. I might could take them to the villiage not far from here and leave them with some of the poorer people." she said.

She sighed and kept on working. It was a long day and she needed something to keep her busy once this was done. A job would be good so she thought she would maybe go down to Saitek the next day to see if any dark elves had any jobs. They almost always did; mostly assassinations and theivery so that would be a good way to hone her skills.

Battle: LOL okay, got it.

W00t! This is just another chance for me to describe Ian's wardrobe! Awesomeness!))

Dropping his pack by a nearby tree, Ian grumbled incoherant words that involed 'Danica' 'How dare' and 'get back'. Undoing the strings that held his jacket together, he held it up in front of him and inspected the damage. The blood had dried now, and most of the drop that had nopt made it all the way to the bottom were congealed. Ian nearly gagged as he noticed that litle pieces of bones, flesh, and internal organs were splattered across his signature coat, and the smell radiating from it was anything but pleasent.

He dunked his rather poofy jacket into the nearby stream and began to inspect the rest of his attire.

Luckily, his papyrus colored button up shirt had not been reached, since it was protected by his coat. His baggy green pants, however, were another story.

From the knees down, his pants were covered in deer blood, and numerous things better left off unnamed.

His clunky brown boots were also splattered with the scarlet colored matter, and he frowned again.

He was SO getting Danica back for this. Perhaps he could soil HER wardrobe?

Ian saw he had two choices. 1) He could take off his pants and boots, and soak them, but the very idea of stripping in the open made him blush.

And, 2) He could just jump in the stream, therefore getting his full person soaked.

Ah...what the heck? He smirked, and charged, leaping into the ice cold water. It resulted in a rather loud splash, which could be heard for quite a whiles.

((..Eww...nasty stuff all over Ian's clothes. But...t'was fun to write though. Haha, Ian jumped in. Shows he's got a bit of a daredevil personality. YAY!))

Trent had been riding for weeks to find the mapmaker. At first he had felt honored to carry the king's message but after the first night he had slept in the rain it wasn't as glamorus as he had expected. He was taking the short cut thru the woods to get to Silver Point, where hopefully, the mapmaker was still well... map making.

Tia stood up from the third deer she was cleaning and turned her nose to the wind. She could smell horse flesh, leather, and a human who had recently lived the cushy life. You could always tell the richer class or people who wanted to be higher up by their perfume, also they tended to sweat more than people who were used to working for each meal. "Someone's coming!" she whispered and raced off in the opposite direction and changed form then began to make her way slowly back acting as if the smell of deer was drawing her.

Trent rode up to the clearing to find it filled with dead deer. A female elf stood nearby so he rode up to her. "Excuse me. But would you happen to know a mapmaker named Ian?" he said trying not to faint at the sight of blood.

The water had been colder than Ian had expected. REALLY COLDER. Freezing, actually. He was sure he was going to catch a cold.

When he was satisfied he was clean, he swum over to the shoreline and got out. Picking up his jacket, he saw that there were still a few stains, but he could deal with it. Maybe.

Placing the jacket on the ground so the it was in the rays of the sun, he waited patiently for it to dry, all the while plotting his revenge against Danica as the clothes he was wearing were drying as well.

He was just thinking 'Itching Powder' when he noticed that his attire was dry enough, so he stood up and slung the coat over his arm. His shirt was crisp and uncomfortable, but he was sure the feeling would be gone soon though.

Picking up his pack, he proceeded to head back to where Danica and Tia were.

Said elf was skinning and clean a deer, an act that made Ian shudder, while Tia helped. Beside them stood a pale young man, who looked troubled. Ian recognized his red and gold messenger's uniform.

"Trent!" the mapmaker called out, joyous to see the messenger ol' King Keche had assigned to him. "What are you doing here?"

((Battle, take it away. P.S. Hope you don't mind the extra info on Trent!))

Trent smiled shakily, "Oh, yes, Master Ian. Good to see you. I was about to go looking for you again. I'm so glad I finally found you. His Highness wants his copy of his mountain and surrounding lands." he added getting to the point. ((yall can talk for him too ya know))

Tia was just going to hide in the woods till she got the full measure of the mesenger and make sure none followed him. However at his remark about HER mountain her blood boiled. "What?!" she roared and ran to them sending the horse into blind panic and he bolted throwing off the messenger. The man almost swooned. "This is my mountain! What tiny short-life king thinks he owns my land?" she roared eyes taking on a red tint. ((this is why her last name is Rose-eyes. blood-eyes just doesn't have a ring to it.))

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