Teravola

2006-04-25 [dead~spirit]: Reaver: *after a long journey through the desert on foot, he walks through this senetry post, and smirks, as he walks into the local tavern. As he walks in, he realizes that he is quickly out of place. he sits down at the middle table, and awaits the waiter. His long black hair touch's his shoulders, and his cold blue gaze could give any man a shiver down their spine, and if the blue gaze didnt, the druid swords, sheathed on his back would.*

2006-04-25 [dead~spirit]: *a shady figure walks over to him, and sits down across from him at the table as he talks to him.* "you got here sooner then i expected... there is a rumor of a man that is working for the warlord, he is very fast, and very deadly... Everyone that has attempted to stop him has been killed. I am almost positive that he is working for the warlord.."

2006-04-25 [snowwolfsa]: Captain: *sitting at the bar, not to far from the two as they talk, his two handed sword was unsheathed an rested against the bar, his three one handed swords still sheathed on his back, he wore old style samauri-ish pirate clothing, short white hair, he sipped a drink slowly as he sat there

2006-04-25 [dead~spirit]: Reaver: *leans over the table as he looked at a picture the man was holding.* "Then i will kill him..."

2006-04-25 [dead~spirit]: *the shadow figure stands up as he is about to walk out.* "becareful of this one Reaver....even you might not be able to kill him, his name is Tafia.. I wish you luck my friend."

2006-04-25 [snowwolfsa]: Captain: *his eyes glance over at them, upon hearing the name an shook his head as he sipped his glass "dont be fools...."

2006-04-25 [dead~spirit]: Reaver: *watched his informant walk out, and then look back at the man with white hair.* "i dont believe we were talking to you.."

2006-04-25 [snowwolfsa]: Captain: *shrugs "i dont beleave i care.... i was mearly stateing the truth, it is up to you on what you do..... but i do assure you sir... you will die if you purssue this..not that it matters any to me"

2006-04-25 [dead~spirit]: Reaver: *laughs, and then walks over to the man.* "do you think i care if i die?? tell me, what do you know of this man..."

2006-04-25 [snowwolfsa]: Captain: *shakes his head "its people like you that keep this planet on a sure path to destruction.... fighting only leads to death..." he shook his head some more, before he sighs "well you might say, ive had a few encounters with him myself...."

2006-04-25 [dead~spirit]: Reaver: *sits down, and looks at him with question.* "what was he like? how did he act? is he really fast? "

2006-04-25 [snowwolfsa]: Captain: *laughs a bit "is he fast?... heh you have no idea" he spoke, but only now his voice was on the other side of the man, he had moved with out warning an was really quick ".... hes faster then me of course"

2006-04-25 [dead~spirit]: Reaver: *quickly turns and faces the man in shock.* "how did you survive?"

2006-04-25 [snowwolfsa]: Captain: *shrugs "suppose im lucky... we came a mutual agreement, there was somthing more important at the time, then are little spat... an well.. after that i never really saw him again... so we couldnt really finish it"

2006-04-25 [dead~spirit]: Reaver: "It is ashame you didnt kill him when you did, just a few weeks ago he destroyed three cities.. and a few days ago he killed some woman, and her husband.. He has been causing hell on the people.."

2006-04-25 [snowwolfsa]: Captain: *sighs "did you not hear me? like i said i was lucky.. if i would of went looking for him, i would of died..." he shook his head, it was funny, he thought to himself, hearing himself say that, when truth be told, he should be dead anyways

2006-04-25 [dead~spirit]: Reaver: *stands up* "Well someone has to stop him.."

2006-04-25 [snowwolfsa]: Captain: *nods some standing up, he threw his fist into reavers face

2006-04-25 [X name]: Jhared:*With a flourish of his many patched cloak, Jhared Merrilin enters the tavern common room. A smile splitting his wrinkled face in two, he greets some of the rooms patrons, bowing lowly:"Mr. Underhill, a pleasure, Sir, a pleasure to see you again! Yes, Mrs. Buckley, I never leave my rooms without them!" He states, and, thrusting a sleeved gnarled hand forward, presents a round rubber ball*

2006-04-25 [dead~spirit]: Reaver: *fell down on the floor, but sprung back up hitting Captain in the throat, and whiped the blood from his face. It was clear he had some high military training in his background.* "what is wrong with you man!"

2006-04-25 [X name]: Jhared:*With a stare at the fight being antagonized at one of the tables, he deftly rolls the rubber ball back into his sleeve. Staring, a frown begins to wrinkle his wind-burned visage*