Lanirados, Get the ball rolling ^_^

[Klael]

Looking up Shinta noted the sun going down. A cloudless sky and a beautiful mixture of red and orange hues. He sighs as he picks up a stone and throws it at a nearby tree, watching birds fleeing from the potential danger.

Shinta gets up and walks away from his small hillside cottage sighing and wishing for something more from life. So far all that had been was the cottage, the surround hills and the town. Shinta continues walking away from the cottage and steps out onto the main road as he heads down the road towards the town.

Several hours later on the onset of night, he arrives in town and heads to the inn knowing he had to be up early to get on with the family business, running the town's blacksmith.

****Sleepytime*****

[Kahz Modan]

Peering from behind the brush cover, a pair of bright green eyes slitted similar to a cats follow Shinta as he travels. Innately casual in movement, without a sound he slowly tracks, careful of being spotted. Through his mind thoughts whirl at chaotic speeds, slowly forming together as he sits upon haunches watching Shinta pass into the pack-gathering. What a disgusting place!
Hours pass and still he sits, waiting, watching. Slowly his lips peel back to form a devilish smile, fangs bared and deep throaty laughter echoes out from between his jaws.
Dashing away, careless of what signs he leaves, he heads to the north as the sun slowly rises.

"Yers... Thhat on' weell do niiiceleee.."

[Klael]

The next morning Shinta awoke with a start noticing the sounds from below. It was nosier then usual, louder, busier then anytime when he woke up. Quickly dressing he left his room and hurried down the the inn's common room to see what was happening.

Spying a timepiece on the wall he let forth a small oath and bound down the last few stairs and straight out the door. Running down the street leaving angry curses behind him as he bumped into people not stopping to give apologies.

Soon, winded, he made it to the smithy and stopped in the entrance trying to catch his breath gasping. Moving in he quickly put on his apron and apologised to the Smith master Tyndal and got to work shoeing a horse that was brought in just before.

[JakeSG]

Caran Shadowfire rounded the corner and kept on running. He was on the run. He was an apprentice assassin from the local assasin school (Yes, im pretty damn sure they'd have schools, where else would they learn?). He had problems, an obsession with fire. He was a pyromaniac. And, as a recent and accidental 'side-effect' of this obsession, he had accidentally set the school on fire.

Despite the streets being crowded, Caran received no resistance from the crowd. He realised this must have something to do with his uniform. Assasins received a certain ammount of respect, fear did that. He could hear shouting behind him, one of the senior members of the guild was after him. He rounded another corner, and thinking quickly, jumped sideways into a shop.

As soon as the assassin had passed, he looked around. Noticing the sign above the door, he must be in one of the many local blacksmiths.

OOC: Some of the facts were assumed. I assume this would be set in a major town?

[Klael]

OOC: Fair sized, nothing massive but not a midget town anyway. Conveniently I'd assume its my blackmith you happened to pop into

Looking up from the horse and seeing someone wearing the uniform of the assassins guild he stands and calls to the newcomer

"Hello there, can I do you any service?"

[JakeSG]

Thinking quickly, Caran decides it would look suspicious if he just walked out. He needed a new sword anyway.

"Yes, how much is that dagger over there, the Kris i think, and that Dai-katana. Also, do you have any crossbow bolts? Small ones, for a hand crossbow."

[Klael]

Gateful for the break in the horse-shoeing he leads the way over to a ledger that contains all of the price lists and shows it to him.

"All the prices for any goods and services we supply are right here, please, once you have decided on what you would like, come fetch me".

With that he returned to shoeing the horse.

[JakeSG]

Caran had a feeling he would be away from the guild for some time. Unfortunately he had left all his equipment there.

Pulling out a pen and paper, he started adding up.

"Half a dozen throwing knives... three crossbow bolts, that fancy dagger and the dai katana totals..."

Pulling out his meager supply of coins, he already knew he was most likely going to have to steal something.

[Pure.Evil]

Lyra woke, after her grueling treck from the ruins of her very small and remote hometown, next to the river she had made camp near, she sat up brushing the sleep out of her eyes.

After she had caught her breakfast from the river she cooked it on an open fire and packed up her gear ready for the half days walk to the next town to seek supplies and information on the people who raided her town the Zebak Tribe.

OOC have i got it right this time?

[JakeSG]

OOC: Out of curiousity, Klael are you accidentally logged on with Pure's account or is this Pure not understanding roleplay?

[Pure.Evil]

OOC: lmao i aint understanding i thought we were writing a story :S

<Jake: Yes, better. Remember to use OOC (Out of Character) and IC (In Character) tags.>

[JakeSG]

Watching the master smith, making sure he was still busy pounding his metal, and checking that his assistant was still talking to other customers, he slid up to a pair of knives hanging from the wall.

Checking once more that they were still busy, he slid the two knives under his jacket. He wished he had not had to do this, but thats why he only took the knives. They did not take as long to make and were not worth as much.

[Pure.Evil]

Lyra had been walking for 8 hours straight and decided she needed a rest.

She took a seat of a semi large flat bolder and sat catching her breath, while she was there 2 rabbits peleed from the nearby bushes, she watch them with curiousity as they played together.

Suddenly an arrow felw through the air and peirced one of the rabbits right through the chest, Lyra stoob up in shock.l looking around for the shooter, then she saw him.

The man was tall and slender but thats all she could make out from the distance so she crept a little closer. As more detalied of the man appeared she reallised he was very thin and looked tired and hungry.

Lyra stopped dead in her tracks as the man emerged from the darkness of the tall tress on the edge of the forest. Her anger took control of her after shenoticed the Tatoo on the side of the mans head, it was the tatoo of the Zebak, she un sheathed her sword as the man drew closer and readied in defense.

She suddenly realised the man wasnt interested in her at all he was walking one mindeedly towards the fresh rabbit he had shot not long ago.

Lyra couldnt resist the temtation, she raised her sword and struck straight through the mans chest, she felt him tense then go limp on the end of her sword and she withdrew, the man falling limp to the ground as the last of his life ebbed away.

After lyra had calmed down she resumed her trek to seek out the rest of the Zebak Tribe and there leader Lord Silvertongue.