Seeing as this is going to be a fairly main thing now, I thought I'd best put this in it's own topic, so that the main creative thread can revert back to not being taken over by me. Also, in here, I am going to keep continuality going......so, here goes...(I basically kept with what Naz wrote...)


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REALM OF DARKNESS.

Ten years ago, a great war raged. The desperate struggle between the humans of Grada, who desired nothing but power and control and the monsters from Maret, who wished to destroy all humans and "purify" the land tore the world apart, consuming it. For five, long years, bloody battles were fought, none were spared....no life was sacred.
The outcome of the battles was at first in the favour of humans, but this soon changed for the worse, and the lands fell into shadow. The monsters made an alliance with the powerful summoners of Threash, under the promise of great control over the world, which is what they desired over all.
Then, in what many believed to be the final hours of the world, the final battle raged upon the only point at which all three continents met each other, now known as Mount Death. The cold air and mist of the mountain did not faze either army as they fought one another with passion. the battle raged for many days with neither side gaining advantage as it the causalities increased. Supposedly, all that was left of the mighty armies was five warriors of Grada, a few large monsters and a single summoner, yet this was never really confirmed...
But nothing more was known of this, as everything was entirely shrouded in mist and disappeared, with just a nearly-dead warrior remaining after a mere five minutes of the mist descending. The warrior's name was Naz. He had suffered various, almost fatal, injures which ultimately resulted in severe amnesia. He became a mercenary, taking on any available job, not knowing anything but his name...and that he wanted answers.
The great wars became known as the Chaos Wars, was eventually ended with a peace treaty and share of control between the three lands. But Maret fell under new control and it's new ruler, Lord Aredar, was corrupt and wished to revive the old ways of his country.
Naz, due to his experience and knowledge, was called upon to stop Aredar, and his growing army of darkness. With 5,000G at stake, he could not refuse. He made enquires in the farthest reaches of the land, and came up with a group of four others, each highly individual in their experiences and highly skilled. However, Naz did not select them because one was the most skilled swordsman or the highest ranking mage in the world, he chose them because of who they were. People with secrets that might end up changing the course of history...

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© Wendel stepped out of his woodland hut, the sun glinting strongly in his brown eyes. He wore a typical green elven suit made of soft cloth, and had a small dagger strapped to his side. Brown boots made of animal skins, with golden emblems embossed on the sides on covered his feet and a pack with a quiver of arrows rested on his shoulder. Clasped tightly in his hand was a large elven bow, Wendel's pride and joy, his most treasured possession and, so he was told, the most finely crafted bow in the elven lands. It was indeed a beautiful bow, made from willow and covered in golden mystical symbols. The string was so fine it is almost invisible, as if it was a single strand of spider's silk.
Nervously, he lifted his head and laid his eyes on Naz for the first time, feeling awed and slightly pathetic. Naz looked calm, standing beneath an old beech tree, his right hand resting on his sword hilt.
"How can you look so calm at a time like this?" Wendel asked quietly, as he paces forward to shake hands with the great warrior he had heard so much about. Under the canopy of the forest, Wendel begins to wonder how one man could have accomplished so much in one lifetime. Staring into Naz's face, Wendel realised that Naz was still fairly young, and aside from a few battle scars, his face was pale and some might have considered him handsome.
'"It must be worrying him after all" Wendel though nervously as he shook Naz's hand. Naz gave Wendel a nod and looked him up and down for a brief moment, as if assessing him.
A cloud of smoke filled the clearing, and a flash of glaring light momentarily blinded the two.
"Greetings Naz Dragonheart and...page-boy? Servant?"

(will tie that bit up in a bit......)

EXCELLENT! (I've really got to lay off with the all-caps...)

Why? You're showing your appreceation!! You'll love the ext bit (once I've gone upstairs, gotten my notebook, typed it up ito the word file, then copied and pasted it up here....effort....)

Yeah but I'll break the Shift button soon...

©"Greetings Naz Dragonheart and...page-boy? Servant? I am Zardolf, Grand Mage of the lands to the south," a cold, haughty voice sneered from within the cloud and a figure slowly began to take shape, the smoke fading to reveal a tall, slightly gaunt and grizzled mage. He was oddly handsome, despite the fact that his left eye was covered with a patch, but Wendel put it down to some sort of spell that obviously drew people to Zardolf.
"No...I'm Wendel," he stammered nervously, thrusting out a hand for the mage to shake. Zardolf curled his upper lip, looking down at the offending hand as if it was coated in troll dung.
"Well...should we move on yet?" Zardolf said impatiently, tapping the side of a tree with his staff. For a mage, Zardolf was heavily armed, with blades of varying sizes strapped to his chest and back, and a crossbow was strapped to his wrist, glistening in the sun.
"We wait," Naz said firmly. Zardolf shrugged, smirking at Wendel who kept on edging ever closer to Naz.
"I...I like your cross..." Wendel swallowed, nervously trying to look Zardolf in the eye and breaks off from what he was trying to say. With another pace towards Naz, he tried again. "Crossbow, sir...it's very nice..." Wendel finally managed, looking down at the forest floor, red with embarrassment.
"Whatever child...do you even know why we are here? To stop Aredar's forces you little maggot! Personally, I am in it for the money, whereas I can see you are nothing but a righteous fool who's going to get himself killed, but that's aright as its for freedom and good...and maybe a few pretty girls...they like people like you..." Zardolf leered, and opened a bag of powder. "Speaking of girls, we await the arrival of one...although prettiness is a different story...and not hers. I think we should move out after she arrives. Her name is Nemrith, that's all I know..."Zardolf threw the powder into the air, yelling "Azhberlan! Kooblkan!" with more volume than was really necessary. He obviously liked to show off. The powder swirled in the air, rapidly forming an image of the missing companion. She appeared younger than Wendel had expected, a girl of maybe eighteen or nineteen, with long dark brown hair, pale skin...not to mention the scars and the eyes...
Wendel gulped, looking away from the already-fading image. "That's...that's incredible!" Wendel quipped, trying to get on Zardolf's good side. "So, err...sir? What should I refer to you as? I'm Wendel, well, you already know that...sorry. Wendel Eldenurin..." Wendel trailed off again, looking at a tree, rather than Zardolf or Naz.
"I suppose Zardolf will do...Master would be more appropriate, coming form someone of your power and skill...but we must all work together in this I suppose..." Zardolf said lazily looking bored stiff.

BRILLIANT!

You're too kind, really.....here comes Nemrith and Viko...

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"Here." Zardolf reached into another pocket, pulling out two small drawstring bags, handing one to Naz, then to Wendel. "Mix the contents with water and take it twice a day. It will help improve your...inferior qualities," Zardolf looked down his nose at Wendel, then told them more of the powders warning the two to take them regularly.
"Now then...Zardolf. I do not appreciate you throwing my image about so, without asking. It's rude," the voice, feminine, with an odd, almost jarring accent, purred from above their heads, and a small, slender figure pounced out of the braches of a tree, landing delicately on the grass before Naz. She could have been up there for hours...
Wendel looked at her dumbly, thinking that Zardolf's image wasn't a patch on the real thing...for it cold have been none other than Nemrith. She was startlingly pale, and her long hair was pulled into a plait, both features suggested possible northern heritage, but it was the eyes...the left was deepest blue, the right a sliver grey, with a matching silver scar for her left cheek. Both eyes had some sort of wildness deep within them...something not quite human.
"Urm...hello. I'm Wendel."
"I know. Really, warriors, you allow yourselves to be so open here! Anyone could have come up and take you..." Nemrith shook her head in near disgust, and began to wander about the clearing, keeping her dark cloak wrapped around her body.
"I...would anyone like some tea?" Wendel asked quietly, as if he didn't want the others to hear, despite the fact he had been trying to break the unbearable silence brought about my the appearance of Nemrith. Naz looked up from where he was now sat, and nodded politely, Zardolf started to laugh, and Nemrith looked like she was too busy talking to a fox to care about tea.
"So now the fair lady warrior has decided to join us, do we wait for the fifth wheel, or do we set off?" Zardolf tightened his grip on his staff, making it obvious what he thought they should do.
"We wait," Naz said firmly.
"Err...we're a team, aren't we? We should wait for him...it's not a very good start, is it? Leaving someone behind. It's very bad mannered!" Wendel stammered. "You really are very rude -" Wendel chimed in, trailing off as he saw Zardolf's face darken.
"You insolent little...!" Zardolf boomed, and a rumble of thunder rolled around the forest. Wendel cowered, scuttling closer to Naz, who gave Zardolf a warning glare.
"Oh, leave him alone! You really are such a powerful mage...so brave and clever too..." Nemrith said in a playful tone, walking up to Zardolf.
"Problem, wench?"
"No, but you'll have a problem very soon if you don't play nice..." Nemrith gave a soft smile, tilting her head backwards, taunting Zardolf.
"That's enough!" Naz made the two words a direct order, yet Zardolf and Nemrith eyed each other for a moment longer. Nemrith raised her eyebrows, brushing the tip of her tongue against her upper lip. Zardolf began muttering the beginnings of a spell under his breath, keeping his eye firmly trained on Nemrith...
Naz moved forwards, standing between the two, glaring down at Nemrith, who gave him a sweet, but very unsettling smile. Zardolf moved, as if to push her back, when rustling in the bushes made them al turn, instinctively drawing their weapons. To the collective surprise of te group, it was a lad in his early teens, with blond hair falling in quills around his face, instead of the threat that they had all expected. He was clothed entirely in black, with a high collared weapons, covered with weapons, in a similar way to Zardolf's. His green eyes looked full of adventure, but his cocky air let him down. He obviously thought he was the business, but more than likely wasn't.

you are too good at this. oh edit the top post and put a copyright thinger on them all. i know it is unlikely...but you never know if some one copys it down and three months later we see a book on the shelves ''relm of darkness...''.
i love it. you are a great ....Auther?...writer?? well, whatever you are, your good at it.

tell us more of this daring tale!

Give me a couple of hours...I just got in from college, and I'm tired. So, just be paitent..thank you Fuzzy!
And I am glad you all like what I've done with it! I think of it as ore of a group effort, as you all created these characters in the first place, so if you hadn't done that, I wouldn't be writing it! I just like writing..don't ask me 'how do you do it?' as I do not know.....I just do it.

Here it is as promised.....

I wrote this. No one steal it or I'll cry and sue you. (that'll do for copyright for now...)
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"Ehy there! Where're we goin' first?" he asked, looking at each member of the group in turn, raising his eyebrows when he reached Nemrith.
"And what are you supposed to be? The hanger on? Or somebody's little brother trying to play hero?" Nemrith sniggered. Zardolf looked across at her and smirked. "You really are quite observant Nemrith...this does seem to be a time waster we see before us. Now, boy, tell us who you are, before I force it out of you!" Zardolf yelled, raising his staff. Wendel went white as a sheet, ad sprang forwards, pushing Nemrith out of the way, to get to Zardolf in time to knock his staff out of his hand. Nemrith landed unceremoniously in a pile of damp leaves. She gave a sigh, and picked the leaves out of her hair. Naz gave her a hand up, and the two turned to watch Wendel try to explain to Zardolf that the newcomer was his friend, Viko. Zardolf looked extremely angry, and not just at being proven wrong about Viko. No one but he could touch his staff, tradition demanded it...
"Anyway...Viko, this is Naz, Zardolf s the rude one and she's Nemrith," Wendel fled to the safety of Naz's side, pointing to Zardolf and Nemrith warily.
"Alright? And I don't have an' older brother...I think!" Viko leered. "Anyways, I'm so, so deeply sorry for my lateness Nemreek!" Viko grinned at Nemrith, looking her up and down as if she was on sale. Nemrith looked him square in the eye, and growled.
"Feisty! We likes that!" Viko said appreciatively.
"Trust me...you won't." Nemrith said shortly, narrowing her eyes to slits. Wendel looked at her again, more carefully this time. There was something wrong about her...
"It would seem we are all here. I can use my powers of prophecy to determine if there will be another. I may be wrong. The omniversal scrying portal can be vague at times... Do you wish me to do it or shall we wait here forever and die of old age?" Zardolf seemed extremely impatient to move on. Naz drifted into slient thought, then nodded.
"There is no other to wait for. We...need no other, not yet anyway," Naz picked up his pack, and motioned for the group to move out.

marvelous, i think i will allow double posting but that will have to b checked

consider it copyrighted!

yeah, give us more story!

wo..she has worked her but off on this...if she needs it, give her a while. this is a great write up.

i should of given Naz a better description but hell, whatcha gonna do?

What will I do? Do the best with what I've got...for some reason, I have him as blonde, well built, pale, battlescars, but still good looking. Just what a steeotypical hero with a dark past should look like....
Well, this is short, but will probbaly be added to later. I have no homework...yes I do....I think......:hype: I don't CARE!!!!

Wendel grinned weakly, and picked his own equipment up, looking across at Zardolf, wondering if he should ask the mage if he wanted any help with his large, cumbersome baggage, but quickly decided against it. The same went for Nemrith, who didn't even seem to have anything, bar a small pack that went on her pack, and probably only contained a few items of clothes and materials for caring for her weapons...but Wendel couldn't even see any weapons either...
The day was warm, despite the fact that it was getting towards the end of autumn and Wendel was glad of the light breeze that started up, almost as soon as they began walking. He wondered if anyone else was thinking about the strange heat, and looked at each companion in turn, making a game of wondering what they were all thinking/ He had just started on Nemrith, when she stopped dead, and turned to face him.
"Do not stare at me elf."
"I...I'm sorry!" Wendel looked down at his feet. "It's very hot off - out, isn't it? Don't you want me to hold your stuff while you take your clothes - CLOAK!" Wendel nearly died from his own embarrassment, and the infuriated glower that Nemrith was giving him.
"Sorry...I meant cloak...I get confused..."
"Ha! Thas one way of puttin it bro!" Viko chortled, and bent down to fasten the laces of his boots, leaning on the nearest person (Zardolf) to catch his balance. Zardolf suddenly whirled round, and grabbed Viko by the collar, hoisting him up into the air. The colour drained from Wendel's cheeks, as Zardolf yet again looked down distastefully at Viko, who waved merrily.
"Zardolf...put him down. I am not sure who is the most childish..." Naz shook his head, and walked on, with Wendel in tow. Zardolf muttered something, and dropped Viko on the ground. Viko sniggered, and looked skywards, muttering a comment about 'pity no skirt...' when Nemrith walked past. She made a move towards him, but Naz, having grown tired of the groups antics, lifted her up around the waist from behind, and carried her out of the clearing.


(I'm not very happy with it...I hate doing beginings, I'll be fine as soon as we get into the bulk of the story. I always find introductions, and the filler bits messy....)

:party: love it! :rok-on: :notworthy: :sah: ad even :pished:

:oo: :oo: :oo: :oo: :oo: :hype:

Thank you.
Compliments are always highly welcome, as sometimes I think I'm crappy, but other times I think not. For instance, I gave one of My English teachers a bit of my book to read, and he whipped out his red bloody biro and started underlining mistakes. I wanted him to read as a reader....not as someone who was going to mark it. (It was only in rough, and of course I was gonna edit it...)

Well, be patient for the next bit....thanks.

BRILLIANT!

This bit has a bit of a repetitive feel, but it;s getting towards the point where I can stop with the character introductions, and start on the actual story...they'll actually get to do something other than argue soon...

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The late autumn day was warm and bright despite the time of year. The sun shone strongly through the remaining leaves, glaring harshly in the eyes of the newly acquainted (or reunited) companions.
Naz was walking at the head of the group, with Wendel and Viko close behind, catching up on old times. Zardolf walked behind them, looking like he was planning on some sort of nasty hex to plant on them when the pair least expected it. His baggage was floating gently behind him, a few inches above the ground. To give the mage his due, he had offered to levitate the other's baggage. Wendel had cheerfully refused, saying he hoped that it would help to make him stronger, Nemrith barely had enough to even bother taking with her, Naz needed no help, and Viko was just being obstinate, showing off by levitating his own baggage, which kept veering off sharply to the right.
Wendel stopped to tug his cloak off, looking the happiest that he had done since the group had first met. He beamed at Nemrith as she passed.
"You want to get it off?"
"What?" Nemrith came to a dead halt, and looked accusingly at him.
"I...meant your cloak," Wendel muttered miserably, holding up his own cloak. "You look hot...well, you look really pale too...sorry Nemrith..." Wendel stared down at the ground, wishing that it would open up and swallow him whole.
Nemrith shook her head, staying still while Wendel ran after Viko, staying away from Nemrith for the next few hours.
Later, Naz heard some twigs breaking overhead and glanced swiftly upwards to see Nemrith in the tree above him. She sprang out, landing on all fours, then quickly straightened up.
"We should make camp. The sun will set in an hour..."
Naz nodded, then frowned. "What? Something is troubling you..." he looked at her, almost accusingly. Nemrith stared defiantly back and sighed. "I've been...there is something odd in the air. We should be careful."
"Do you mean to say that I am not?"
"No. I...my careful is slightly...different to yours. I go unseen most of my time, I can avoid anything I choose. We need to be unseen. Trust me..." Nemrith looked imploringly up at Naz, who looked back down at her eyes,. As well as having different colours, the right seemed more...feral. Naz blinked, looking away, blinking rapidly. He must be tired...how could one eye be worried and the other...
"If you say so. We shall stop for the night then."


:hype: (I love this smile....pity its pink...)

glad you like it. i'm once again dead impressed at your skill at this.
keep up the good work. (now if only you got paid to write, and i got paid to praise people. :lol:)

okay, very good and i'm kind of a shadow but who cares!

:mellow: wha?

Naz, yeah you're kind of a shadow...but you didn't actualy speak much in the RPGOE, so I have no clue what to write for Naz when he speaks....And I better gwet paid for writing one day, or I'll have wasted my life! (yeah, don't expect anything until this afternoon, as I'm only online at the mo, as I'm finishing homework for college)

lol. you know me too well. ok. i look forward to it. :)

yeah, he's supposed to b dark and mysterious but he knows all that is going on. even in Underworld. mwhahahahahahahahaha!

i get your..pulla pulla....

:huh:

Ya...right......whatver...I...well, not much story.....not been the best of days....unfortunaly, it's not me whose had the bad day really......
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"If you say so. We shall stop for the night then," Naz nodded, and the company began to make camp for the night.
Wendel busied himself with collecting wood for the fire, only to return half an hour later, tired but pleased with his work, to find that Zardolf had taught Viko to light a magikal fire that needed no wood.
"But I..."
"Wendel? I thought you were looking for water?" Naz looked slightly surprised. "Zardolf said that he asked..." he trailed off, narrowing his eyes, thinking on what he had just said. Wendel swallowed a lump in his throat and shakily set the wood down in a heap, turning blindly to go back to look for water.
"No, I'll go..." Nemrith jumped down from the low branch she had been curled up on, and gathered up the waterskins. "I'll be...faster," Nemrith was gone in a flash, making no sound at all. Wendel hung his head and sat down against a tree. Viko jumped over the clutter of supplies and flung himself down by Wendel, cheerfully jabbering away.
"Who do you think is going to be able to get her over first? Wendel? Fancy your chances?" Zardolf gave a sadistic smirk. Viko howled with laughter, kicing his heels against the hard earth ground. "Ya! Hey, you've already had a feel Naz, well? What's she like?"

...neeuho! :)

okay, don't see where this is going!

then your either blind..or...not well educated.

oh, i'm just gonna :huh: u! so there!

:bawl: Ferret! he :huh: ed me!! :wah:

Fuzzy, hit him then. And why wail at me? Lordy.....

It's just going to end with Viko having a very painful injury to a certain part of his anatomy (his ego), Zardolf will have another reason to hate her, and Naz will just give everyone a big lecture on disipline, kinda.....

Leave me alone......I've had a rough few days...... :soz:

EDIT:

Here you go....keep a look out for more, as always....thank you for reading!

"Who do you think is going to be able to get her over first? Wendel? Fancy your chances?" Zardolf gave a sadistic smirk. Viko howled with laughter, kicking his heels against the hard earth ground. "Ya! Hey, you've already had a feel Naz, well? What's she like?"
"Zardolf...I expected...more from you. Viko, you may come from sort of backward culture, but Nemrith is what is known as a lady and a lady warrior at that. I would not make such comments unless you want to test yourself against her. You obviously haven't heard the tales..." Naz said, not moving from his spot. Wendel looked across to Naz, pleased that he had stopped Viko and Zardolf from talking about Nemrith in that way, and also he wondered what Naz had heard about Nemrith. In truth, Naz was unsure of the tales, as he had never heard any names mentioned, but there must be very few young women who fitted such a description...it also made Nemrith much older than she appeared.
Zardolf muttered something, sitting down on the opposite side of the fire to Naz. He was not best pleased with being spoken to in such a manner.
"By all the High Gods...I am glad I never had a brother..." Nemrith sighed wearily, jumping out of a tree. "You're a very sweet little boy Viko...would you like to hold my dagger? If you're very good I'll let you..." Nemrith handed out the water skins, dropping Zardolf's on the other side of the camp.
"Wench!"
"You already seem to have established that, wrong as it may be. I am no walk over...do not taunt me, unless you hate your eyes and tongue so..."
"Nemrith...enough. Stop this, now." Naz ordered, pulling Nemrith away from both Zardolf and Viko.
"Do you have a problem with us? Or just men in general?"
"I do not like wizards...or arrogant fools who look at me and see property instead of person. I have no problem with you or Wendel. Yet," Nemrith's mouth twitched, almost into a smile.
"I see. I will have no prejudice in the group. Is that understood?" Naz said firmly, staring down into her eyes. Nemrith tilted her head back, to show that she agreed.
As the company was still in the safety of the forests, they posted no watch, although it was late when the last person drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
The company fell into the same walking order as the previous day, apart from the exception of Nemrith, who was flitting from tree to tree, baffling the others with her increasingly odd antics.
"What exactly is she?" Viko gawped at the dark smudge, high up in a tree in their left.
"Dunno mate...I don't think she's...human. Whatever she is, she sounds like she comes from the north..."
"So?"
"Nothing much comes from the north...not from as far as she comes from...." Zardolf said mysteriously, and also slightly drunkenly. Nemrith had already won an argument that morning, and he was annoyed, as Naz was not allowing him to exert his revenge on her.
Around noon, the tree's began to thin out, and soon the colourful mix of golds and greens, turned to a twisted, dying tangle of bracken and tree's older than memory.



The inn comes next, including bar fight and....wenches! Sorry, this person has been calling me a wench all week...I need to get it out of my system! Any insights, feel free to tell me.

very good! keep it up!

Thank you, and I have done. I wrote it in English, and performance workshop, because I couldn't get a look-in, what with all the bitching, people doing the 'look at me, I'm so wonderful' that goes on....

"Nice..." Viko suppressed a laugh, leaning on Wendel, who looked out wide eyed at the Wilderness before him.
"Wendel...go on...you might finally prove yourself to be of some use to us!"
"E-excuse me?" Wendel stammered nervously, backing away from Zardolf.
"Your amazing woodland skills elf! You do have the ability to back up Naz's claims, don't you?"
"Urr...yeah! Yes! I can...I think," Wendel chewed his lip nervously, and hopped from foot to foot. Zardolf sighed heavily, and began to speak slowly. " Well, get to it then! Now!" he ordered, then turned, pointing his staff at a rustling in a clump of undergrowth near the track. A flash of green light bulged out of the staff's end, and flew towards whatever was there. A young, fat rabbit tumbled out of the grass, twitching several times before lying still.
"Ha! At least that is my dinner sorted! And maybe if Nemrith is a good girl, she can have the scraps!" Zardolf said cheerfully, and picked up the small body by its ears.
"Zardolf!" Naz warned, referring to the scraps comment, and because Wendel had just had to run behind a tree to be sick. He stumbled back on to the track, looking ashen-faced and shaking, much to the amusement of Viko.
"Seeing as Wendel obviously is not up to this, you will obviously have to rely on my skills..."Nemrith said from somewhere above their heads, and performed an incredible leap from her treetop perch, landing several feet away from the company. She moved close to the ground, then suddenly stopped, examining a large patch of forest floor carefully.
"Something has bee here-"
"Are you sure? Oh well, if my lady is frightened..." Zardolf simpered and raised his staff, casting an intricate shield spell.
"Zardolf...idiot..." Nemrith said, shaking her head as she stood to face the others. An amulet fell out from under her clothes and lay shining, against the dark cloth of her tunic. Zardolf looked at it curiously, feeling the power that it radiated, half closing his one eye. Nemrith looked at him, then down to where his gaze rested and hurriedly shoved the amulet back under her clothes.
"And do you have a reason for saying that Nemrith?" Naz enquired coldly, thinking that they were all as bad as each other.