A more fantasy based RPG

[blake]

The Tavern is dank, dark and smells of mildew, and sweaty Orc in rusted armor. candles are on every table but most of them are burnt out. In walks a Rogue in a dark cloak, just released from the local jail, he is ready for some adventuring. He sits down waiting for a prospective team members to enter the tavern.

[Darth Zenemij]

A deathly Figure walks into the Tavern, An old Necromancer, Argantes Shadowsong to be exact. He is weilding an axe in one hand and a dagger in the Other. The destinctive scent of death is about him. He stares blaintly at the orc and the Rouge.

[blake]

"Ay, have a seat" Says the rogue
"I'm Anguin. I may be a little short but I'm an elf, right? What can I say? Don't think I can't cut you from ear to ear before you can blink.
Bartender! Get me and my new friend her two pints!"

The Bartender orders the wench off of her stool and she sets the two mugs on the rogues table

"Have a seat, lets discuss business."

[Darth Zenemij]

"Well I must say I am impressed, one less being that doesn't want me dead. So to what or who's honour do I owe this Favor to this time?"

*takes a good long drink from the pint glass*

"You know it's not to often I find someone who doesn't want me dead."

[blake]

"Ha, join the club my friend. Try stealing a countries prized gem. You ever been to Astoria? Across the sea to the west? They have their red soul stone on display, well long story short, The HAD it on display"

-Bursts into a heavy laugh and the Orc begins to stare-

"Anyway, I took it from right under those stupid Orcs noses, Ha! I almost made it when a dagger got me in the leg"

-points to a long scar on his leg-

"Anyway, I got caught but the Empire sent me here to protect me from those Orcs, they will do anything to irritate the Orcs of Astoria... So why do so many want you dead?"

-Takes a precise, elegant sip from his mug-

[Darth Zenemij]

"Ah, astoria... So many deaths happened. Why do so many want me dead you ask? Well tis a long Stroy, I am a Necromancer, and I am possibly one of the only ones left. My old clan has died out, I have been seeking to reforrm it to it's former glory, But there are just not many who would support me here, If I could I would retur back to My Home world and spred my tales of endless rampages and killing Sprees."

*Looks down and sighs*

"I am all that is left here on this wretched world, I am Argantes Shadowsong. I am the one Necromancer alone who is responsible for the mysterious Deaths of many Countries single handedly, I slaughtered them all, and I'd do it all again. I did it out of my own hate. My magics are Unique and have been taught here before."

[blake]

"Shadowsong..."
-stares at mug as if in deep thought-
"THE SHADOWSONG? Raiser of the Dredna Knights? The Armies directly from hell? That was you! I heard so much about you when I was a young boy, still in the empire's education camps! The teachers were so afraid that our country was next"
-Stares-
"Why would you be in this backwater city? Even the port is boring! Any plan for a comeback? I've heard of a caravan around these parts that carries gold, thats why I'm in here, looking for a group, a party. I know it may be beneath you, but everyone needs a little gold, you know?

[Darth Zenemij]

"Yes along with My Brother, Xain Shadowsong. I am just stopping by, and no, your country was never next. King Leoric was a Fool to have doubted me. He kept me from his Fist daughter, Bethany. I have just passed by seeking for my Brother and any others that would like to help me. But it looks like it would have to wait, You are in some kind of assistance are you not?"

[blake]

"Well Yes, as you can see, I am in rags right now, and I really prefer the more upperclass silks and such. So I figured I should get some gold as soon as possible, You wouldn't happen to know of anywhere in this city I could find an easy target? Maybe we could team up? I saw a young woman on my way out of prison, she was dressed a little prissy, maybe you could summon something weak? I could kill it for a price and we could be on our way. How much gold do you have on you now?

[Darth Zenemij]

"Ahh well around 150 pieces is all, You would like to have Upperclass skils, such as what? If you would like I could take you to The Desert Of The Mages and perhaps we could teach you there? Is there any particular skills that you desire? My secret base and what is left of the Shadowsong clan Tresure is left Behind there. A woman in rags did you say? Yes perhaps a weak spell would work"

[blake]

"Alright, I'm going to take my 10 pieces and rent myself a room. A nice soft bed will be so much better than that hard stone floor."

-gets up from chair and begins walking out the door-

"Tomorrow we terrorize this town!" He says as he is walking out the door.

[Darth Zenemij]

Tomarrow it is then.

[Darth Zenemij]

Some of my Spellbourne

Darn some of them have to much KB.

[Darth Zenemij]

Here are two pics of Bethany

[Darth Zenemij]

I know I have posted 4 times in a row but here we go, this is an extreamly short history of Argantes Shadowsing.

Name-Argantes Shadowsong
Class-Necromancer/ Acrane Master
Age-400 (slow aging due to Necromancer reasons)
Hair-Color Greyish White
Eye-color Silver
Origin-Unknown

Brief History- Argantes is responsible for so many countless deaths that the Empire has ordered any man his ever lasting wish just to see him suffer. Argantes is one of the most feared and Infamouse Necromancers ever. He also is a Master od the Dark Arts and is liable of Mass distruction even when unarmed. It is probable that he will soon reunite his long Dead clan, The Shadowsong clan, and make sure that all will come tp an end as we know it. There is lottle hope and there is nothing that can stop him from counquering all that we know. There is no resintance it is Futile

Known Family- Just Bethany Shadowsong, His Forsaken wife, and his Brother Xain Shadowsong.