The shot glass began to slowly fill up with a bitter, alocoholic drink that the strangers reffered to as 'Krisk'. It seemed to be good at doing two things for Gallon. Killing off brain cells to help him briefly forget his past, and to put him in a better, albeit delerious mood. As the glass was topped to near its half-way point, the Ex-Almirian Elite grasped it between his finger and thumb, and took it all as he arched his head back. Turning it around, he firmly placed it onto the table. He hit his chest with his fist lightly a couple of times, before giving a slight cough. The pain of his past was being relieved slowly, as was the patience of the Bartender serving him.

"I think you've had enough, Gallon", The stranger lent in saying. The Amirian just glared up from his hung head position, ignoring the Stranger or just not being sober enough to hear properly. He pulled his hand up and and made a V sign with them.

"Hit me again...this time make it a double". The reluctant stranger poured him one more, and dropped a sleeping tablet into the drink, bringing the liquid up to the rim. Passing it over the counter, the Knight took it between his finger and thumb again, and downed it in one. The Stranger turned his back on the Knight and got back to restocking the shelves when he heard the Knights voice unexpectantly.

"I get the message, I'll go then...". The Stranger had not yet turned around. He heard something being placed upon the table, and then an armoured figure walk slowly toward the doors of the bar, out into Haven's night to contemplate his thoughts and think about everything else. When the Stranger looked round, he saw that it wasn't the shot glass that had been placed, it was the sleeping tablet.

Gallon was wandering listly through the empty streets, with only a few Snipes readying to settle down for the rest of the night. The Almirian looked up into the night sky and thought if anything would ever grant him the Retribution that he had vowed. He took the shield off his back and stared at the sash. Brushing the broaches of his brethren, feelings of remorse and bitterness began to swell inside of him. About to break down wipe his eyes from tears that were forming, he noticed something feint in the sky. Something had entered the atmosphere, and was like a meteorite heading toward Cradle. Seeing himself as the most battle-ready member of Haven, he adjusted his helmet and started to jog toward the outskirts of town, to gain a better vantage of the current events.

Gallon looks at the stone in bemusment. Never before had he seen such a gem in any of his quests with the Lancers. The calming aura that exuded from the stone began to affect him, as the events of the night began to seem less urgent, and more of a task that could be put on hold. Stepping up to the stone, Gallon outstretches a hand, in a motion to pick up the stone. But he pulls his hand away before doing so. Something was off about the stone. It wasn't just something pretty and gleaming, it was different.

The Lancer got down on one knee, and leaned in to take a closer look while avoiding touching the mysterious gem. Tiny ushers and whispers began to ring feintly in his ears. Gallon eyed the odd stone with caution, and took off a small patch from his coat, and placed it around the stone, tying it like a parcel. Carefully picking up the stone, he placed it in his aged coat's pocket, and set off once more toward outskirts of town. Calmer, Clearer & more alert than before, thanks to the effects of the stone.

OOC: Turns out I can write! :D

Fennel was on leave in Haven, for once not in the fields stalking Wolvers and Trojans and Vogbedamned. It was the first time this year that he was back in town, and he aimed to spend his time wisely. That is, until a beep on his right arm alerted him of an order. Sighing, he excused himself from his circle of friends and walked outside. It was a beautiful day.

Since Fennel was unable to read (though was practicing it), the command was sent via voice.

"A falling rock like formation was seen heading towards our planet. It could be a Lichen infestation. We need you to investigate it." Coordinates were transmitted onto his communication device. At least he had learned enough to know how to read a map. Apparently, the estimated crash location was a mile or so away. Long enough to waste the rest of his day.

Fennel trotted through the streets of Haven, taking in the sights and smells. Being in the field for eleven months a year, he never got used to the bustling marketplace in comparison to the halcyon of the woods.

"Buns! Fresh honey buns! Buy em now, piping hot! Five crowns a dozen!"

"Fabrics here! Twenty crowns a yard! Finest silk from compressed slime gel! Rugs made from Dusker fur! 50 crowns each, and a bargain at that!"

"Sing a song of sixpence, a teapot full of chai, four-and-twenty plump Snipes baked in a pie..."

"News! Smithy Armal is retiring! Monster attack last night at Gatherer Jacob's! Read all about it! A crown a paper!"

Fennel stopped by a vendor and bought a bag of buns, a roll of ham, and two canteens of water. Flipping him a silver crown, he soon reached the end of the busy town. An Ironwood sign greeted him at the stone gates:

WARNING! PAST HERE MONSTERS DWELL! ONLY TRAINED SOLDIERS ADVISED TO EXIT CITY AFTER 500 FEET!

Outside, the crowded streets were meaningless. Snipes twittered happily while Chroma Whelps dozed underneath sun-topped trees. A gentle wind rocked the Drawlinberry bushes, and a pleasant aroma of ripe Daozin flowed throughout the air. A few Strangers were picking the luscious fruit, while children "helped" by storing them...in their bellies.

Passing the second Ironwood wall, Fennel had officially departed from the city boundaries. The sun seemed to be beaming at him, and a river happily gurgled past him.

Wait a second, was that...music? Who in Vog would, of all places, be playing a gentle soothing melody outside the city? Though most monsters had been exterminated, there were still a few Wolvers who didn't give you trouble if you didn't disturb them. Yet this music would most definitely provoke them. Senses on high alert, Fennel noiselessly slipped between a tangle of bushes, right hand on his blade.

Gallon stepped outside of the official border, still retaining his calm and relaxed mood. Breathing in deeply, he inhaled the fresh air, realising how much he had missed some natural pleasantries in his life. Stepping past a few of the Gravitational Trees, an unusual sound began to flood into his ears, as it's muffled sound resonated in his helmet. Stopping in his pace, he readied his spear and shield into a lone phalanx, expecting a trap. Advancing slowly toward the direction of the voice, he noticed that it wasn't just some inaudible noise, but singing. With words. And it was getting louder.

The Lancer closed his eyes, and tried to pin-point the location of the singing. A slight breeze blew around his armour, rustling the grass and leaves around him, yet the sound could be heard as clear as the moon at night. Ahead of him, the voice was definately coming from straight ahead, over a hill that the path lead over. With armanents still in hand, he began to climb to the top of the hill, hoping to gain the high ground over what or whoever was singing.

As he arrived on the peak of the hill, he got down to his belly, and shuffled himself over to the edge, just enough to be able to see over. He stood his ground as he began to stare at the sight that was producing the heavenly siren's like song...

Gallon was amazed. I all his combined time in service, and in exile, he had never seen anything so beautiful. And yet here was an amazingly graceful young lady-like figure, prancing around the greenery and flowers without a care in the world. Part of the Lancer wanted to think that he had taken the sleeping pill after all, and that all of this was a dream of sorts. Just to be safe, he pinched himself in the moment.

"Ouch". Gallon ushered, proving to himself that this was all in-fact reality. He looked back quickly to try and catch sight of the girl, he just about spotted her as she disappeared over the hill. Almost cursing to himself for losing track of the "target", he got up from his laying down position, and began to pursue her. As he caught up to her trail, he noticed that small buds of flowers were blossoming. Questions began to pop into Gallon's mind.

Who was she? This was probably the one that stuck out from all the others. Easily keeping up with her listful pace, the Lancer kept moving forward, while still bugging himself with that question. Never had he even heard of something in the wilds of the clockworks to seem as peaceful as whoever this was, yet alone spreading flowers in their wake. Shaking off the feeling, he realised that something had changed about his situation. The beautiful singer had stopped singing. She was standing at Gallon, looking at him quite amused. The Knight froze in place, losing all sense of what he should be doing. Shakily nodding at this new encounter, he finally spoke up toward the figure eyeing him up.

"Hello there, I am Sir Gallon, Ex-Knight of the Almirian Elite Strike force, The Bronze Lancers. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintence. May I know your name, fair maiden?"

Still groggy Mortis walked down the path slowly, as not to fall or stumble. In the distance came the sound of a song coming to him, and for some reason it angered him. Trying to ignore it he found it harder to ignore then it would be to just follow. Shaking his head he said, "This is not my, brightest idea." With that said he turned and walked in the direction he heard.

As he walked something felt odd in the air, as if he could since something was out there aside from the singing. Why am I here...Now is not the time for that, right now I should see who is singing. Maybe they can help me understand something. Mortis though as he reached behind him and felt his shield and Lance. Still got them, so I am not defenseless.

Each step seemed to hold about as much weight as if he had on Heavy armor, which he did but it felt as if it had more weight then normal. However he slowly came to a point where the Music was louder and he could make out what looked like a woman, since he was on ground level his focuses was on the singer. It was only as this other man spoke, and from his talking Mortis could id him. However he stood still watching the two, unaware of the fact he was glowing because of the flames that followed him in death.

Ophelia slowly observed the Skylark as it was ripped into ribbons by Cradle's automated defenses. The stranger could only softly mumble as the lasers tore away at the thrusters and the giant ship began to peel apart, layer by layer, until it finally burned in the sky. A loud, yet muffled explosion could be heard, and the ground at Ophelia's feet shook.

Though strange even for Strangers to see, Ophelia had simply clacked her teeth together, and continued to look out at the night sky. As she had surmised in her mind, an array of spherical hunks of metal streaked into the atmosphere, heading towards the rising sun like a group of lost birds in flight. This was what she had anticipated for. Things did not simply look as complex just to look complex, but were only so by nature. A failsafe was there, and she observed as the pods dropped down to Cradle. Some shot right past the first stratum, and the loud booms ensuing symbolized their touchdown.

This prompted her to slip back on her hat, a taxidermy of a Snipe sitting on it. Usually, these hats were known to house nesting Snipes, but Ophelia's Snipe, the violet avian equivalent of the Stranger, had died of a heart attack. Ophelia only wanted a friend, and so she kept the body up there for company, despite the other Strangers' silent grouses.

Perhaps, in these little pods, were also some little ones.

Ophelia desired company. And company she will get, maybe. A pod had fallen into the forest below Ophelia, and the elevator monotonously hummed to be used.

A friend she will get today, and this one she will NOT lose like last time.

The slow trudging of the Stranger's feet were of no importance; it would take hours for the pod to cool down.

The Skylark broke into the atmosphere with a force that would contend the gods themselves. Gallon could only watch in shock as the behemoth of a vessel veered closer and closer toward the planet's surface. The woman had yet to answer, oblivious to the ship that was getting closer at an astounding rate. The Lancer looked back and forth from the ship to the woman. He was confused at what to be amazed at more. As the Skylark impacted cradle. a single thought shot through Gallon's mind, that he had not thought of in a while. The safety of other's beside himself.

"Get down!". Gallon threw himself toward the woman, who grew a very suprised expression on her face, as she was brought unexpectedly to the ground. The shockwaves of the Skylark's impact blew like a strong wind, over the tall grass and trees, sending a cloud of dust over their bodies.

Gallon opened his eyes after the quake, and found himself face to face with the woman, still showing a suprised expression, but nothing more. Feeling himself start to get quite embarrased, he backed off as soon as he could, and offered to help up the woman. She remained on the ground, not reacting to his offer, as a sparkling object started to descend rapidly upon their position. Gallon heard it at the last second, as it impacted behind him.

"Just...stay there". He said to the woman, still laying on the ground, looking slightly suprised. Gallon readied himself toward the odd object that looked like a capsule. Man or Demon, he would protect this woman from whatever emerged. He was starting to feel like his old self again. Like he was back then, as an Almirian Bronze Lancer.

As the elevator winded down to a stop, Ophelia could see the billowing pillar of smoke high above the interlocking branches of trees. The fake sun shone harshly through the leaves, creating an emerald kaleidoscope above and around the path.

Her objective was not too far away.

The Stranger trudged on, determined to find out the contents of the pod, when the forest's shades began to tint purple.

If, in the local language, there was a swear word to say, Ophelia would mutter just that. But Strangers didn't have one; there was no need for it.

With a slightly faster pace, Ophelia shuffled through the toxin-laced brush, ignoring the secreted poisons with little care; they were the least of her worries.

She reached her goal soon enough, and found out she was a tad bit too late : A pack of Rabid Wolvers were already circling the pod, growling at the sizzling hunk of metal that they dare not touch. While territorial, Wolvers were often stupidly curious, always sniffing up places where their snouts could be burned, frozen, or ground into sausage. And yet, this bad habit caused the adaptation of many sub-species of Wolvers, for they undoubtedly bred quick.

Rabid Wolvers were the more aggressive ones, but nothing a Stranger, even that of an inexperienced one, could handle. Noiselessly, an Obsidian Crusher was plopped in their midst, and as it triggered, a swirling mass of appendages groped air and fur for prey.

And so the entire pack of hunters were hunted.

~~~

It was high noon now, precisely six hours since the crash. The pod had cooled down considerably, and whoever was inside should be coming out soon enough...

Herston yelled and pulled at the dirt, as he sobbed in pain and frustration.
"Help!" He cried out again, and sobbed.
He was trapped underneath a piece of rubble from the Skylark explosion. His survival kit still inside the escape pod. Somewhere in his mind, a voice told him to calm down, but he couldn't.

He sobbed, hoping someone could hear him.

Gallon inched closer toward the pod at a fast pace, and looked around the metal capsule, only to realise the smoking remains of the pod's doors had opened. Looking at the ground from the pod, there was a light trail of footsteps leaving the area. Conflicted about staying with the Woman or pursuing the mysterious "target", his mind was made up quickly when the Woman bounded down the pathway in a series of graceful leaps and skips once again. Flowers still eminated from her path. Gallon looked once again in amazement at the sight of flowers spawning in her wake, even after the recent events that had unfurled.

"Hey, wait up, er..ma'am!" Realising he still had no idea who she was, that was the best name he thought of on the spot. Sighing to himself that she would cause him more trouble than she may be worth, the Lancer sheathed his shield & spear onto his back, and made off down the path post-haste, to try and catch up with the woman.

He stopped. The woman had entered into the forest, and was just visible through the mass of trees. She seemed to be addressing someone in a calm and sophisticated manner. Was it the target? Gallon didnt take the chance that it may just be a snipe she'd taking a fancy to, and pressed into the wilderness. He began to hear other voices, two seperate voices. How many of these were there? He listened closely, while bringing his fast-pace down to a creep.

"...And...sorry 'bout that, mate. What's yer name, big fella?" One of the targets asked. It seemed like these two didnt know eachother at all. Gallon came to a complete stop, not wanting to miss out the reply of the 2 figures.

"Fennel", he could just make out. The other figure was speaking far quieter than the other, and from his dark outline through the few trees seperating him from Gallon, the Lancer could see him to be a fair bit taller too. Gallon creeped forward toward the two, intenetions unclear of what they wanted. The mystery surrounding that odd woman would have to wait, this was far more important.

""Anyone else out there?", The Taller figure exclaimed in a louder tone. Gallon was about to wonder how he had revealed himself, when he heard a desperate cry for help. Feeling the need to protect start to take over once again, he got up from his position, and jogged over toward the group, taking a chance, and hoping that if anything did go wrong, his Lancer training would save him.

"The sound is coming North West of this position, in otherwords, a few 100 metres that way from where that thing crashed down". Gallon shouted over in his formally sounding voice. This wasnt a casual meeting, he had his official game-face on. Before they had a chance to react in words or actions, he spoke once more.

"Im sure you both have questions for me and eachother and that can all be explained later, but those cries for help are getting more desperate by the second, so we need to hurry now. This was, come on". Gallon hurried through the bustle of trees, hoping for the others to lend support or follow while he tried to pinpoint the exact source of the cries.

Fennel looked on as his new friend and the other new stranger struggled to move the wreck of a capsule his companion was in. He didn't bother to help. No way was he going to be able to move it. He was over six feet tall, for crying out loud! Trying to help by bending over and pushing was like having a six year old girl straining against it. He also doubted that their combined efforts (with the undead knight) would be able to move the pod. It seemed to have nearly welded to the ground.

Looking closer, Fennel saw that the metal walls had weakened slightly. Maybe the stress of the impact with the friction had debilitated it. Either way, the Stranger was going to take advantage of the weakened steel.

Kneeling, Fennel hacked at the pod in a deliberate fashion, trying to remove enough of it so that the others could more easily free the man.

Mortis had finally made it to the wreckage. It had taken him longer then the others because of the fact he could not run for some reason, his body just did not allow him that. What he found should have surprised him but did not, instead he just walked over and started to help the one who he assumed was Gallon by the way he intruded himself just a moment before.

"Push, harder." Was all the Shadow Guardian could say as he reached down and applied his own weight on the shaft and heved. It was odd because as he pushed he noticed that he felt stronger then when in life but he would have to anlize this later. For right now he just stuck to the task at hand, and that was to push down with everything he had in him.

As he heaved down he saw the other pushing on the side and one man hacking at the side of the metal. "Make a, path." Mortis said as he was talking to the man hammering away at the side of the Sphere object. "We can free, this one...by making a hole and lifting, this mess." His words were slow but he tried to get his idea across. Even if no one was paying attention to him.

Fennel glanced around the woods. A cool wind brushed past his face from the river as he watched warily for a Wolver. Never know when one of those buggers might get annoyed. More complicated than a Rubik's Cube. While blind.

All of a sudden, a chill ran up his spine. He whirled around, daggers out. Nothing.

Must be getting paranoid. After all, last time I was in a group, everyone else died. Horribly.

The Stranger scouter examined this eclectic group. Three Almirian Knights, a bomber, a woma-

What in Vog's fiery mouth?

Fennel checked again. Three Knights, the bomber. He squinted at the ground. No blossoms. Strange...Well, at least he could become more familiar with this bizarre party.

"Name's Fennel," he refrained from holding out a hand, as there were too many people to greet in this manner. "How about we all introduce ourselves, then we go and check for more survivors?"

Alarms... Lights Flashing...Incoherent calls, ringing throughout the metallic halls of the Skylark...

Veru stumbled through the chaotic halls, walls painted red, the whole scene far more terrifying then it ought to be by the shrill screams of the alarm. The Skylark was truly met with its match, as the air in the ship became suffocating from the heat of the situation, more so than the friction of the pristine metal shielding forming the ship.

Unfortunately that would not hold true for much longer.

In that moment, Veru's mind was a void. Gone were the worries of the day. Gone were the safety precautions. Gone was the Order within the Isoran's only true world.

The Knights flocked to the escape pods, as the Skylark buckled under the mysterious forces of the planet Cradle. Veru crashed to the ground, tumbling haplessly as the whole ship convulsed. Vision blurring, he crawled onto his feet, as another Knight was thrown into him as the entire ship seemed to shift once more. It probably never occurred to anyone at the moment that a ship the scale equivalent to the Skylark's, would be unable to alter it's position with such tremendous dexterity, unless of course it was being torn apart. It wouldn't have mattered anyways.

Forcing his way towards any means of safety, Veru never noticed the ceasing of the alarms frantic crying, for it had been replaced with a sound far worse; the screaming of the metal disintegrating, and the whistles of various articles having been lodged free. Like a war zone, all that was the Isoran's home became an unintentional enemy. Veru gasped for breath, the taxing strain of attempting to move in the forsaken ship a trial greater than anything he had every imagined.

A shard of steel sung past his head, slicing a hole through the incredibly resilient walls of the Skylark like a Leviathan Blade through paper. Everything froze as Veru glimpsed a sight completely contrary to everything around him. The shock of the difference was absurd. A luminescent blue sky, like a portal into a completely different dimension, captured Veru's world for a fleeting moment.

Yelling, Veru cringed under the impact of something against his back. Completely losing all balance, he flew through the air, smacking heavily into a wall. Opening his eyes, he found himself face to face with an empty escape pod. A deafening howl breached through his ears, instinctively forcing him to look back. A figure vanished down the hallway, as the small puncture that had reveled upon him a new world, became a gaping rip, wind soaring into the cramped hallway. Flicking a switch, the doors to the pod swished open.

No longer touching the ground, Veru slipped and drifted off, his hands launching out and grasping a metal railing on the wall. Readjusting himself, he kicked off the wall and crashed into the pod. Smacking the deploy button, Veru collapsed to the ground as the pod ejected from the falling wreck.

Then there was darkness...

A faint buzzing lingered in my mind, which felt like it had been stuffed full of Nitronomes, when I awoke. A single red glow was the only light source available, barely fulfilling it's job of allowing any sight. Trying to get up, I realized I was far too weak to.

Why was I so weak?

Moving my hand forward, I tried to reach for the almost mocking crimson light. Grunting, I slumped back down, having been unable to reach it. What was the point? Frowning, I tried to clear my head, but the insistent pain made me feel insecure and unstable. Sighing, I gave up.

Where was I anyway?

That was a strange question. Shouldn't I be aware of my surroundings? It didn't worry me too much at first, for the pain was being far more insistent and urgent. But the weird question lingered hauntingly in my mind. Trying to take deep breaths and calm myself, I focused on what was important at the moment. My heart began racing and I gasped, breath halting.

Who was I?

As much as the question terrified and horrified me, and as much as I wanted the asnwer, my mind was slowly shutting down, everything returning to darkness. Who was I? Who was I?

"I'm..... Agh!" Herston cried out in pain as he felt his legs.

"Please.... No amputations... please" He whimpered as the two men exchanged words.

Mortis reached up to his neck and pulled off some of the cloth he had around his armor. Ripping it a little and handing it over as he simply just watched. The undead taking a mono to silence then to that of word at the moment.

Grand, people are getting hurt and that thing, what ever it was. He crossed his arms and looked back in the direction his mind told him the presence was in. I might not have been able to see it, but I knew it was there. Further more I need to find some one who understands whats going on with me...I just don't know.

He turned back to the other Knights still deep in though, as if showing it he reached up and started to scratch his chin. No humans falling from the sky...whats going on now adays...

I hear everyone saying who they were but I had a weird feeling as if someone was watching us. The knight then yelled in pain and Fennel went to get something with the shadow guard Mortis giving them something as well.

I said "I will introduce myself later but we need to get this knight to a hospital." I look in the big piece of debris and noticed some items inside. I climbed in to see what was inside but there wasn't much except for a master blaster, a master bomb and a piece of kit. I put my spear and shield on my back and picked up the items and climbed back out.

I said to the knight "Are these your items in this debris?" I look around and see Fennel and Mortis made a stretcher for the knight but I lost Gallon and wondered where he went...

I thought "After we get the knight to the hospital, I should go back to finding books. I wonder if Candlestick Keep's have books but Black Kats would be a problem."

Gallon paced around the side of the forest, pacing around the tree line wondering where the Golden Haired Woman had disappeared to. He glanced back to the group, who seemed to be dealing with the injured Knight with some sense of care. Knowing full well they would end up heading to Haven's Medical Facility, he decided that he would try and pursue his own goal and meet up with them later. Despite talking about priorities of finding other survivors, there were still 2 thoughts that wouldn't leave his mind. The 1st was the motive of these "Knights". Why were they at Cradle at all? The 2nd was more pressing in his head. The Golden Haired Woman. He needed to find out where she had vanished to. Without a word of leaving, Gallon set off into the forest.

The greenery was like a blur as he rushed through the woodland setting, manouvering over logs and far-fallen pieces of debris. Gallon was looking out for any clues to where the woman had gone. He thought that her constant skipping pace meant she couldn't have gone far, but then again, when did she even leave? Not focussing on much else other than clues, his Lance caught a low branch, flipping the Crusader onto his back, leaving him slightly winded as he impacted the ground. Trying to catch his breath and recover on the ground, he turned his head to the side, and saw what seemed to be a blossom. Like the one the woman was leaving behind. It may have been a naturally grown flower, or the 1st hint of her direction.

Gallon remained on his back, even after catching his breath, to think about why he was chasing after a woman he knew almost nothing about. Was it answers? Trying to find out her motive...or maybe just her name at the very least? He blinked a few times trying to focus once again. The stone he had picked up earlier was seeing to that, helping him focus and clear his head of other distractions. Supporting himself with his lance, he stood up and set off soon after along a trail of scarcely placed petals and buds.

I look around and just see Gallon going in the forest and the stranger said "I'm too tall to carry him; if I do, he'll slip off. You two'll have to take him back. Follow me!" I said "I am not strong enough to carry the knight to Haven."

I then move towards the forest and look for Gallon who left without a word. I see him using his spear to balance him but he seemed to be looking for someone who I think was the golden haired girl. I got to Gallon and said "Gallon, are you OK?"

Gallon had turned and around and said "Y-Yeah. Im fine. Just thought i'd clear my head of this whole situation." I still had the feeling something was watching us and then Gallon said "Shouldn't you be helping the others carry that night to Haven's medical bay? His legs seem beyond repair for any field equipment or improvisations to handle."

Before I could replay, Gallon then said "Come on, let's just go and catch up with the others." I never got the chance to tell him I was a bit weak to carry the knight and started to follow Gallon. As I was following him, I accidentally tripped and when I got back up, I lost sight of Gallon. I decided to just go in the same direction and hope for the best.

As I got near the edge of the forest, I heard an elevator and decided to move towards the sound. When I saw the lift, I looked at the symbol and it was a question mark and I then stepped on the lift and it started to go down. The lift then glitched and started to speed down into the ground and crashed.

I got up from the elevator crash and see I was in a Graveyard. I took out my Crest of Almire and my spear and started to move forward. As I walked by graves, no zombies were coming out and I thought "Weird, zombies normally come out of there graves in graveyards... As I walked farther, I saw a gate and a switch nearby. I stepped onto the switch and the gate fell down.

I went farther and saw a pumpkin thing standing and swaying from side to side. When I got past a certain point, the gate behind me locked back up and the pumpkin said "Tee hee hee. What does the Punkin King have for thee..." I said "Punkin King, he's the harmless/ dangerous threat depending on what he said."

OOC: Man, we really have to introduce ourselves soon. I can't go around the whole RP with "injured guy" and "random Almirian knight" forever! c:

Hmm...How to get this person back to Haven?

Fennel looked at the remaining cloth in his hands, then at the stretcher, then at the Mortis. Tying the fabric into a rope-like substance, he tied it around one end of the stretcher and gave it a tug.

"All right," he said. "Get the other end of the stretcher, and I'll pull. We should be able to get him back to Haven. But first, let me go and scout ahead to check for obstacles."

Leaping forward, he swiftly navigated through the forest until he came within sight of Haven.

Good, no river, no boulders, no tight passages, and most importantly, no Wolvers. Sue estimated that there were hundreds peacefully living here.

He backtracked towards the injured man. "No roadblocks or anything," he reported as he picked up the rope and prepared to haul. He motioned towards the wounded one and asked, "Say, what's your name?"

Mortis watched as the Stretcher was made and questioned its design. Sure it would get the downed Knight back, but it would take too long by dragging all the way to Haven. Shaking his head he walked over and looked at it while they where moving giving them plenty of time to get the Knights name, or at least he hoped since he stopped paying attention to the conversation.

I could lift him, stretcher and all over my head. It would be much quicker then dragging because less resistance...Ya hope they don't mind this. With that in mind Mortis walked over and dead lifted the wooden Stretcher, Knight and all, over his head. Placing one hand under the wooden construct where the Knights chest was and the other belt was. For a moment Mortis almost regretted the idea until he found his balance and started off walking. Since he walked natural slow anyway, his speed was the same as if Fennel was dragging the Knight.

"Sorry, this is...much more, efficient." He said as he marched on, keeping his upper body steady and still while he let his feet handle the Terran below. Image of this was back then. Humans falling out of the sky, they would think I was mad...well I am dead so thats close enough. The Almirian Shadow Guardian though as he walked keeping his head forwards.