Vengent Spectre

IC:Taralynn, Unknown. Unknown. Taralynn stood up shakliy, and rubbed her eyes, the light still partially clouding her vision. She no idea where she was now, though from what she could see through blind spots, it looked like some kind of room surrounded by a giant white wall. ' Where the **** am I?' Tara asked herself as she stumbled along the wall, using her hand to steady herself as she made her way to what she thought was a doorway. She stopped short as her vision started to clear, and she saw that the "doorway" was actually an extremely long set of steps, that lead down into what looked like a city of white walls.

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Suite. Taralynn looked around the room; the skyline annoyed her - she hated Vegas. It was den of uselessness. She hadn't wanted to come in the first place, so the view just made her angry. The tv held no interest for her. She'd slept in the car, so the bed wasn't very interesting. She looked down at herself, she was flithy. That wasn't going to do. " I'll be right back, I'm going to the bathroom. " Taralynn said as she walked into the bathroom and closed the door. It was time to take a shower

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Hotel lobby. "Umm." She replied and nodded her eyes focused on Alaric as she walked over. "Lead the way." She said and motioned for him to take the lead with a flick of her left hand.

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Hotel lobby. She could feel them, all of them; his sorrow, his anger, his love. It was beautiful. His emotions, they were so raw, - so vibrant - that it made her shiver: it made her heart beat just that much faster, made her want to cry - for several different reasons - as she felt his emotions run through her. It made her lust for something more. Tara 's eyes flared a brighter orange then usual, as her mind embraced these foreign feelings. In her recently changed state, this new, - overwhelming - rush of emotions made her burn inside. Her own emotions rose to match his. She wanted to lose control and wreck the hotel, with it's: useless slik rugs, it's big shimmering fountains, it's snooty patrons and - it's everything, She wanted to see the hotel in ruins. She wanted to burn Las Vegas, and it's stupid, everpulsing, headache giving, neon signs, to the ground. To see the idots who gamble their lives away, scream and run as fire consumes them and their precious casinos. Forget Vegas. The World. She wanted to break the bodies and minds of presidents; mutants, dictators, soldiers and peasants. She wanted to the conquer the wills of countries. She wanted to see the fools of the world cower, and bow their heads at her feet as she looked on from above. More than anything, though she was loathe to admit it, she wanted him by her side. Not just through all of that, but, period. This wasn't just strange to her, it was slightly mindblowing. She'd thought that her feelings for him were no more but she was wrong - oh goodness, was she wrong. She understood it now though, she'd been so preoccupied with all her mental issues, that she forgot to think about herself. She had forgtten how much she cared for him, but thanks to this emotional surge, she'd remembered. In her eyes Alaric was her's, no ifs, ands, or buts. Hers, period. And, if you thought otherwise, you could always burn.

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Passenger seat. She glanced over at Alaric." I think all I need is sleep." She paused as she turned to look out the window. A few blocks passed before Taralynn continued. "I'm not sure about you, but I'm exhausted. I haven't actually put myself to sleep in months." she said her eyes flicking back and forth as she watched things pass by through the window. IC: Nathanael Nathanael stopped and growled in annoyance as the butterfly knife left his hand. " You ouldn't urt me if you tried." He said and paused to crack his back. "Know wat? I'm ired of playing ames wit you. It's ime I end is." Nathanael said as he dug his feet into the ground and then jumped into the air. His eyes began to glow yellow as he used the sunlight to push himself higher in the air, wrap sunlight around his fist to turn it into a bright flare, and then drop, his burning fist aimed towards the enemy.

IC: K???? He ran into an alley for a second to catch his breath. He had no idea what was going on. One moment he was exploring New York and the next, black ships were flying through the sky raining bombs everywhere. Then again, he didn't know his name either. In fact he didn't know much of anything. One of the only things he might have known got destroyed a long time ago . It took him months to get out of the wilderness and when he did, he took the name K as he collpased on the road outside of a nearby town. When he woke up the town's people gave him a job and a room at a motel until he was back on his feet. Everything was going fine until his mind decided to give him a vision: New York. With the help of the town's people he figured out what it meant. it was a city and he'd need money to get there. Though it took awhile he managed to gain enough money to start his journey. Eventually he made it. He stopped reminiscing as he caught his breath and ran back out ino the streets. 'How did thing get this bad; the screams, the fires, the explosions, the debris, everything? How could so much go so wrong so quick?' He thought to himself looked around at the destruction. His gaze stopped as it came across a woman running along the sidewalk. He heard it before he saw it, a piece of building break and fall. She wouldn't be able to get out the way fast enough. He had to save her. One thing he found out during his time in the mountains was he was able to do things. Things nobody, or, at least not someone like him, should be able to do. He clenched his fists as he felt the pain he had become familar with build inside chest. The moment he saw the blue light playing across his knuckles, he shot foward and crashed into the woman. He stood up wearily as the pain spread over his body. He had just barely made it to her on time. The debris crashed to the ground mere moments after he tackled her. "Are you okay ma'am?" He asked the woman as she got up. He breathed a sigh of relief as she nodded and looked down at his clothes for a second. They were ruined, tattered cloth was all that remained. Whatever, at least he saved the woman. IC: Alison Alison desolved herself, slid under the door, then reformed. Waiting it seemed, wasn't going to work, nobody was going to answer the doorbell. Slowly, she walked down the coridor toward the living room. She stood slient as she made it to the entry way, looked around to see if anybody was there, then took a step forward.

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Passenger Seat. " I'm...fine, don't worry." Tara said as she tunred to look at him. For a brief second white flecks flashed across orange her orbs and then faded back into the bright fire of her eyes. " I just want to get outta this dump." Tara said a strange note in her voice as she settled in to her seat. "Can we get movin' already? Tara asked as she closed her eyes and looked at the roof. IC: Nathanael Unable to move out of the way in time, Nathanael stumbled back onto his knees as the mass of metal hit him and electricity forced it's way through his body. This did a bit more then just tingle but still, Nathanael pushed forward. He clawed through the mass, the shake from the currents still there, a window frame in one hand and his butterfly knife in the other. " At was a neat trick, too bad ain't nuttin in the world at can urt me." Nathanael grinned arrogantly and took a step foward. "You shoulda run en I ave you the chance but, you didn't. So now, I'm gonna break you!" Nathanael said as he threw the window frame forward, then launched himself behind it - butterfly knife in hand, confident that this wasn't going to hurt him either.

Where, may I ask, are the Brotherhood settling in exactly?

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Passenger seat. Taralynn shifted softly in her seat, eyes open to slits, as she looked around to figure out where she was. If the nearby neon signs and the sounds of people shouting about money were any indication, she was still in Vegas. Or, to be more spesific she was buckled into the passenger seat of a Lamborghini - her's judging by the person standing next to the driver's side. IC: Nathanael " Not a ******* again! " Nathanael groaned in annoyance at the sight of the electricty. Not in the mood to tingle again, Nathanael dove for cover behind a nearby booth and then pushed forward, ripping away an entire half to use as a shield. " ***! " A second curse left his lips as his knives floated away from him, over his shield and toward the intruder, that was it nobody took his knives. Nathanael looked over his barrier once to check that the lightning had passed. The only thing he saw was his knives in a gaint metal mass over the intruder's head. He grinned as as an idea came to him. Quickly, he threw his shield toward the intruder as a distraction. He took a step backwards and then leapt into a running slide, popping up to grab the edge of the booth and let it pull him towards the window. The moment the booth passed through the window, Nathanael dropped, rolled back up, and then dashed towards the intruder.

IC: Nathanael Nathanael surged forward over the small steps in front of him and onto the ground. " ******* Ay! My bloody ood." he said as he stood up and pulled the hood from his body. Smoke steamed from the spot where he was hit. Nathanael cracked his neck, jumped up and down in aggravation, and then launched forward. Things were starting to suck; aside from the part where his hood might be ruined, the lightning had actually left his back tingly. "I old you to mind your own bisness, but I see you ant'a do this the ard way!" Nathanael shouted as he reached out then ripped off and threw a piece of a booth as he ran.

IC: Nathanael Nathanael turned at the sound of the person's voice, surprise flashing across his face for a quick second before being replaced by laughter. " Ehy on't you mind your bussiness." Nathanael said as he picked up a plate from another booth and carelessly flung it towards the intruder. Once the plate left his hand Nathanael turned back around and continued walking. The guy would probably stop if the plate hit him and if it didn't, whatever. He was busy thinking about what he was going to do to the waiter once he found him. IC: Taralynn, Somewhere. Unknown. Tara stood precariously as her sight cleared. Her legs wobbled, though she wasn't sure if it was from the height or the numb thorbbing in her skull. She could see now- no more blackness, and the first thing she noticed was that she was really high up. The other was the large landscape around her: lush green forests, white towers, castles and walls, the sun was shining through the clouds, and the stars were visable in the bright blue sky. It was breath taking. " Beautiful, Isn't it, Tara?" asked a voice from her side. " Yeah, yeah, breath taking. Doesn't explain where the **** I am though. Does it? " Tara asked, waving her hands at the green forests in the distance. " And how the **** do you know my na-" Tara asked, her words cutting off midsentence as she turned to look at the voice and recoiled in surprise. " It is beautiful. I figured you'd like it, how could you not? " The voice asked with a chuckle, completely ignoring the stunned look on Taralynn's face. Tara just stood there. What she was seeing was too much for her at the moment. "To answer your question, since it seems you won't be able to talk unless I do, I'm you." The voice said " Or well, to be more accurate, you're me." The voice continued, waving it's hands at it's body to showcase it's point. The orange curls, the bright yellow-orange eyes. the fair skin, even the clothes. The only real difference was that she was covered in a soft orange glow, still it was definite. It was Tara. "B-B-But-what-huh? How? The ****?! You're m-me?!" Tara asked, the shock forcing her to stammer. "It's Absolutely Stunning! And, it's mine!" The other Tara said, continuing from where she left off earlier. " Then again it better be, I've spent the past seventeen years working on it." The other Tara said, a strange smile on her face as she slowly walked towards Tara. "And now that stupid ***** is dead! I don't have to trail after her like some useless ******* dog!" The other Tara said, anger suddenly flashing across her face. "Huh?" Taralynn asked in confusion. "Did you like my singing?" Asked the other Tara, the anger on her face replaced by a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Wait, what?! You never answered my question." Tara said, taking a step away from the other her. "Aw, don't worry you're pretty little head about it. Point is, you just like everything else, are mine." The other Tara said as she stepped forward and grabbed Tara's face with one hand. White light began to pour from the other Tara's hand forcing Tara's mind to blank once again. Taralynn stirred in the passenger seat, her eyes moved rapidly behind closed lids. IC: Alison Mist with ice chips descended through the air above Alison's destination, slowly shaped itself and then swirled across the lawn. One frozen foot landed in the grass, then another. The rest of her body formed as she strode over the lawn. She'd finally made it to her destination, the X-Mansion. Alison paused at the doorstep, breathed off a layer of frost, and forced heself to ring the doorbell.

I have played Overlord, and I would (try to) play the heck out of this rpg.

IC: Nathanael Nathanael sat grumbling as he waited for the waiter to come back with another dish. He perked up as he heard footsteps coming towards the booth. His happiness sank as he saw the owner of the feet. Instead of a second dish, all he got was two angry guards. Security guards, of course. 'The ******* aiter screwed me over!' Nathanael thought to himself, as got up from his seat and stood before the two men. " Sir, would you mind coming with us?" asked one of the two guards. "I ain't going any'ere wit you blokes!" Nathanael laughed in reply and leaned back on the table. " Well Bill, we tried their way like you asked, it didn't work. It's time to do it my way." Said the second guard as he took a baton off his hip, and thrust it into Nathanael's gut. Nathanael growled in rage as he doubled over. The blow hadn't hurt, not in the slightest. All the same, Nathanael hated being touched, especially by humans. "Ard way it is!" he said glaring as he stood up. He backhanded the guard who hit him, downing the man instantly. The sight of his partner being downed by one backhand gave the other guard pause, a pause long enough for Nathanael to launch forward and grab the man by the neck. Futilely the man beat against the boy's arm as the grip tightened, slowly crushing the man's windpipe. Tired of watching the man die, Nathanael threw the man's body through the nearby window. "I want at aiter." Nathanael said to himself as walked further into the restaurant, kicking the other man's body out of his way as he walked. IC: Taralynn, Unknown. Unknown. Tara stood still, confusion rattiling her brain. She had wandered for awhile and eventually the pull got stronger, but when she tried to find it it got weaker. After taking a minute to think Tara started to walk again, this time not trying so hard to find it. It didn't make any sense. It was like the more she actively tried to move towards the pull the weaker it became. It was like it wanted her to wander towards it blindly. This feeling, this tug, it was such a pain but it was the only thing here Tara could feel besides herself, and she wanted to find it. So if giving in and doing what it wanted was what it would take to find it, then she was going to do just that. Almost as soon as Tara gave in and started wandering blindly, the feeling disappeared and gave way to a faint light in the distance.'Is that a way out?' Tara thought. At first Taralynn walked, not wanting to take any chances on this being like the tug, but as she got closer the light didn't dim and it only got stronger. She picked up the pace, running as fast as she could, the light growing brighter the closer she got. She could feel something, like the light was calling to her -no singing to her, faintly yet there all the same - forcing her to run faster. As Tara made it of the edge of the blinding light, the singing grew strong enough for her pin point the location of where it was coming from. There was someone in the luminescence, a girl covered in what looked like orange light, curled into the fetal postion. The singing was coming from her. Taralynn went to reach forward, but the light grew stronger and stronger the closer her hand got, forcing her to pull back and cover her eyes with her hands. Tara felt something grab her by the wrists and before she could react, pull. Immediately the light flooded her eyes, the unbearable blinding pain pouring into her mind. 'Come to me Tara.' Was the last thing Taralynn heard before the burning pain overtook her mind

IC: Nathanael Nathanael laid back in his seat and cracked his back, as he looked at the large the empty bowl in front of him. It was making him rethink robbing the place. Maybe he could just take it over instead, then he'd have a base of operations and he'd still be able to eat here without having to burn the place to the ground. Nope, they probably weren't going to just give in and let him take control of the restaurant, but hey it never hurt to ask. "Ay! Ay you." Nathanael pointed at the nearby waiter. The waiter looked around for a second before pointing at himself. "Yeah you, ome ere." Nathanael said as he waved the man over. Slowly the waiter walked to Nathanael's booth. " I ot a questin fa ya. Ould you like, illingly ive is place to me?" Nathanael asked honestly. "I mean's out the opposision? I mean's I on't mind doing it the ard way it's just..." He paused and looked down at the wonderful smelling emptyness, before continuing. "...I really really like the food. And I'd rather not waste it." The waiter stood dumbfounded as he realized what Nathanael meant. "Ay, ay you listening? Answer me! You gonna take the eal or not?" Nathanael asked, agitation at how long this was taking starting to get to him. Acting quickly the waiter nodded and walked away. "Ood, bring me somethin on the ay back." Nathanael shouted after the waiter, as he smiled and put his feet up in the seat across from him. IC: Alison Alison Bree Kelly swirled through the streets of Vancouver, one destination in mind. For awhile now she had been trying to avoid life; first she tried an abandoned apartment complex, then the sewers which flowed her out into the ocean. Eventually she tried the wilderness but in the end nothing worked. 'Why? Why, are you trying to go back?' She thought to herself, her body slowly wrapping around a car, before she changed directions and started going upwards next to the side of a nearby building. 'Because.' Alison replied, picking up speed as she curved around the corner of the building and shot through the air. 'Because What? What excuse could you possibly have?' The other voice asked, buildings speeding by as she passed through the air. 'Because. I've. Been...Selfish.' She thought in reply. "Becuase you've been selfish!......You're being selfish right now!.....What was wrong with the forest?....It was safe....You couldn't hurt anybody.' The voice asked incredulously, as she left the city the only sign she was ever there being the faint shimmer of ice crystals. 'The forest. Wasn't safe...... People...came. All...the time.' Alison thought in reply. 'This is because of that girl.....Isn't it?' She thought to herself, even though she already knew the answer. 'Yes...' She replied simply. The conversation ending as the road shot by, the city far behind her, her destination on the horizon.

IC: Nathanael Nathanael sighed in content at the dish in front of him. The newspaper had led him to the one of the most ritzy, expensive places in New York. It was perfect. The food was amazing. The portions were huge. The service was fairly acommodating, and the moment he was finished eating, he was giong to rob the place blind. Nathanael smirked before taking a large bite. "I ink I'm gonna ake out the waiter eeps eiving me funny looks first. Yeh at ounds good!" Nathanael mumbled to himself as he eyed the nearby waiter through the corner of his eye.

IC: Nathanael. Nathanael walked down a New York City sidewalk looking for a place to eat. He had been in the city for a little over an hour and it'd probably take him another one to find a decent resturant. "Okay, now that I'm in the city, what should I do?" Nathanael asked himself as he walked, slowy wrapping a ray of sunshine around his fingertips for amusement. He stopped, swiped a newspaper from a nearyby stand, and flipped through the pages to see if he could find anything interesting, including places to eat. IC: Taralynn, Unknown. Unknown Tara felt herself standing and opened her eyes, only to find blackness. Not darkness, but blackness, as in nothing. She stood still in confusion, this was different, like, really really different. Normally when she blacked out her mind went blank as well, there was nothing; no dreams, no thoughts she couldn't control, no mysterious astral projection. No anything. Suddenly, she felt something, like a faint tug, coming from some direction but she had no idea where from exactly. Slowly, like a child dipping one toe into the pool to test how cold the water is slow. Tara took one cautious step forward and when nothing happened, no horrifying fall into the black abyss, she more than just took another one. She walked off into the blackness, hoping the direction she was going was the right one.

IC: Tribe of Fading Nght Six members of the Wounded Night stood in a lightly forested area talking softly. "Keh ta ke ta wou?" Asks a young white haired boy. "Seh te ta te wa, geh. Aeia Kou'a'ja?" Asks the Shaman apprentice, the hood of his signature white cloth pulled high over his suntanned face. "Ah te gah wa na, keh te ye wa." states Kou'ah'ja, his four pony tails swinging with his head as he looks about alertly. "Aeyah, ke tah." Kou'ah'ja says his grip on his onyx spear loosening slightly as he shifts position. "Hah! Teh ye tah." Says one of the men next to Kou'ah'ja, and points in the direction of the trees. Seven people emerged from where the man pointed, three of them with several different types of kill draped around their bodies. One, with blood dripping from what seemed like various different wounds, dragging a body behind her. "Gayt nat kahl, Sahanneiyt!" Called out the man in front of the group. "Weh. Teh ka gah na ka, seh keh." the Shaman apprentice replied. Both groups greet each other before mixing and moving on. [Rough Translation Wounded Night Dialect, Start.] "How long do we have to wait?" asks the white haired boy "Rushing gets you nowhere Aeia, paitence. Right Kou'a'ja?" says the Shaman apprentice " We wait as long as we have to, for we go nowhere without them." says Kou'ah'ja "the journey, lies ahead." says Kou'ah'ja "Hey! Over there." says one of the other men "Come. Trade greetings with one another now, soon we go." [Rough Translation Wounded Night Dialect, End.] [Rough Translation Blood Kin'dred Dialect, Start.] "Shaman, We have come." says the man in the front [Rough Translation Blood Kin'dred Dialect, End.]

IC: Nathanael. Nathanael sat on a post by the warehouse docks, bored beyond words. So far New York had been more then a drag, the petty crimes weren't fun anymore, robbing a bank would be pointless. The most interesting thing so far had been the Brotherhood, and that was saying something. For the two months Nathanael had been with them they had done nothing but argue."Ere's gotta be a something I an do, sitting round ese ocks ain't goin get nuttin done." Nathanael said to himself as he stood up, and then jumped up and down in boredom. He considered a list of things he could do, while he airboxed. He had no idea where the enforcers were so attacking them wasn't an option. As fun as general mayhem would be, it would also draw needless attention from the cops and he didn't feel like avoiding anymore police officers right. And then there was always, robbing a bank. "Aw, I may's well think about it while I eat." Nathanael said as he stopped airboxing and began his slow walk to the city.

IC: Tribe of Fading Night Four members of The Blood Kin'dred, crouched in the underbrush, hunting on their way to meet with their distant cousins of the Wounded Night, further on in the forest. They had been tracking this deer for about an hour, but now they had found it and it was time for the hunt. "Koual aat." The man leading the party signaled for two of the men to cover it's left and right, while he would take it from behind. The men moved into position only for the deer to bolt around a tree forcing them to reorganize and run after it. They ran through the forest, the deer only getting further away. " Hraat ta'll, aaht!" The most agile member shouted, then threw two rabbits to the rest of the group and shot after the deer. Every thorn that pricked his skin as he passed, every branch that whipped againest his body as he ran, all they did was make him angrier, drove him faster. He lept over a log, saw the deer was tired, and in one final burst of speed caught up. Just as he caught up something slammed into the deer's and his side knocking them both to the ground. It took him a mintue to get what ever it was off him but when he did, he stood up and growled, flexed his claws and then lept at it. [Rough Translation The Blood Kin'dred Dialect, Start.] "Move Up." says the party leader " I'll take it, hold these!" says the agile member. [Rough Translation The Bloot Kin'dred Dialect, End.]

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Parking Garage. Several feelings were wrecking Tara's mind. The most prominent being sorrow, anger and suprisingly to her, panic. She had wanted to lash out, to hurt somebody; break something, she knew that. But this was too much, she was letting out too much power. Tara tried to stand up, to walk away. But in her wobbly state all she managed to do was fall back and knock the wind from her lungs. Tara laid on the ground for a second and recovered her breath, before she lifted herself onto her elbows and latched onto the pillar. A few more seconds and she finally managed to pull herself up up. 'It's not enough!' Taralynn thought to herself frantically she as lingered over Alaric's unconsious body. She was killing him, she could feel it. But no matter how hard she tried to stop, she couldn't. Taralynn wobbled once as her hand left the pillar and she barely steadied herself with telekenisis. Slowly, she stumbled her way toward the parking garage exit, throwing telekinetic blasts at the walls in anger the whole way. She made it two and a half blocks, before blacking out.

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Parking Garage. Thanks to Alaric's words doing nothing but increasing her pain, it took Tara some time before she was able to get herself to stop crying hard enough to form a sentence. "W-Why?!" Tara managed to get out through her tears. Taralynn tried to pull away from Alaric, wanting nothing to do with any Worthington, but at the moment the grief was too strong . "L-Le-t me go!" Tara cried as she tried to take her pain out on the nearest source. Alaric.

IC:Taralynn, Las Vegas. Parking Garage. "Wait, What?" Tara asked, bringing her head down to eye level, only to find Alaric staring at the floor. "What the **** did you just say?!" Taralynn asked voice raising. The large amount of shock she was experiencing, allowing her block out what he actually told her. 'It's strange though, he won't look at me. Why, why won't he look at me? What if-No it's not true!' Tara thought to herself as the shock began to wear off. "No, you're lying to me." Tara stated. More to convince herself then anyone else. "They're fine. She's fine!" Taralynn said, tears begining to well in her orange eyes. This was wrong. This was all wrong, if what he was saying was true. Then, with this plus all the blackouts, she should have lost control ages ago. This thought, this one thought was all it took. The shock was gone. "NO! NO! NO!" Tara screamed in rage, disbelief, sorrow. Unable to hold them back any longer, tears streamed down her pretty face, and she reached toward Alaric in anguish. "Why! Why, won't they come! I should be losing control!" Tara thought to herself as she cried into Alaric's shoulder. Something. Anything to take away the pain. "Please! Please. Alaric, tell me your wrong?!...Tell me your wrong?!" Taralynn begged. Her warm tears slowly starting to fall down his back.

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Parking Garage. She stood slient for a second. The serious look on his face, causing her to actually think over his question. " I don't know what you mean." Tara said, finally breaking her silence. Taralynn took a deep breath and pulled away, slowly walking towards one of the stone support pillars before continuing. " If your talking about the blackouts..." Tara said letting her words fall off. She reached the base of the pillar and sat down. "You know what? It doesn't matter." Tara said said suddenly. Her hair slowly shifting down her back as she looked up at the ceiling.

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Parking Garage. "Undying Love." Taralynn repeated softly, as she looked into Alaric's eyes, and then turned away in vague discomfort. Normally these words would have gotten a much bigger response out of Tara but right now, not so much. " I would say the sports jacket would have been enough, but you would know I was lying." Tara said laughing.

IC: Fading Night Campsite.A man clothed entirely in white fur sat at a campfire surrounded by two others. One, in a grey fur cloth, whose brown hair was bound in four long ponytails that ran down his back. And another who wore nothing, but brown stripes."Wou? Wou, leh'uah na teh Ti' Aryy Tannoa pah?" asked the one with the brown stripes."Me wou Ti Sahannei wa uh." the one in white replyed immediately."Bou'ahna ta!!" the one with brown stripes shouted and stood."Hou at?" asked the one in white, standing in response to the one in brown as he did so."Houa at? Houa at? Ne aht hou at, we ata shata ka!" said the one in brown, flinging his arms this way and that as he talked." Wou? Wou ta wa teh na?" asked the one in white, hurt written across his suntanned face."Ti' Shoua ah te Aryy, we ye naat. Seh wou?!" asked the one in white before stepping forward, his hurt quickly turning in to anger. " Wa ha aei te yeh wa, se bou'ah!" said the one in brown stripes, eagerly stepping forward to match the one in white."Weh na seia, se ta ah Ti' S'hannoa." said the one in grey, speaking for the first time that night yet still gaining an immediate response." Weah wou tan, se te ahen soan'ah" said the one grey, this recieving a nod from both of the others.[Rough Translation, Wounded Night Dialect. Start]"Who? Who will lead us now that the He Who Unites the Night has passed?" says the one in brown stripes"I will guide us." says the one in white"Blasphemy!" says the one in brown stripes"How?" says the one in white"How? How? Ask me not how, when you should already know." says the one in brown stripes"Who then? Who else is there?" says the one in white" Those Who Guide The Night refuse to, so who?!" the one in white continues"What you say holds no meaning, so blasphemy!" says the one in brown stripes"What goes on here is pointless, only the Decendent of Night can lead us and this you both know." says the one in grey, and both of the others stop to listen" Now stop this bickering, so that we may sleep." says the one in grey [Rough Translation, Wounded Night Dialect. End]Far away from the campsite, at the edge of the woods, sits a ring of people. At their head, one man speaks." Hayt annt Woun Aryyt, u'aht tant kana gey'ran!' The man shouts, dark red scars running across his chest and back."Han ha'ahr taant, moahl gaht." a bald man replies, his body entirely bare except for blood red carvings across all of his left side." Naht Keyt. Teyh yah aat, k'eyahl kaat, gey'ran ah an kana." another man identical to the one who spoke before him except with carvings on his right side, adds with a toothy grin."Na'al taak ke ta ha hana Wout Arry!" the second bald man says as he points to a girl within the ring of people, inciting immediate laughter."Wouan aat, ke yah ke Ceyt, ka Wou Aryy!" The girl shouts and stands up, fury in her eyes."Moahl, meyh'l ah'l aat." the second bald man laughs in amusement."Seh'l! Ney'l ta wouan aat ka." replies the man at the head of the circle, slapping his chest in excitement at the same time." Ka. He'yta haa aat." The second bald man says, grinning with mirth as he stands up."He'yta haa aat! He'yta haa aat!" The ring of people chants, as the girl and the second bald man, slowly start dancing around each other. [Rough Translation, The Blood Kin'dred Dialect. Start] "Look at the Wouded Night, foolish bickering without blood result!" say the first man " pointless bickering, without strength." says the first bald man " Hold Keyt. What they do, is like hunting, without an end in blood." says the second bald man "Na'al is almost as bad the Wounded Night!" says the second bald man "Cowards, such as you Ceyt, must be Wounded Night!" says the girl "Moahl, look at her." says the second bald man " So! Don't be a coward. Go." says the first man "Yes. Let us fight then" says the second bald man "Duel of blood! Duel of blood!." chants the ring of people [Rough Translation, The Blood Kin'dred Dialect. End]