Warriors RP.

"Ah. I've heard of your merchendise. My kind only use bone for cerimonial weapons. Nothing more. I am hoping for a good challenge on our way. When I get my brother back in the flesh I want to be able to tell him honorable stories of how we accomplished it." Sovan said taking another bite from the arm being carefully not to scratch the bone.

"ah, yes and i would like to tell my future people of honerable battles and quests we partook as a brethern." he said as he turned back to the plate of scraped flesh, he began to savagley consume the meat as he did on the bpat to this island.

"Yes. I beleave after this our peoples will have new allies." Sovan says with a smile.

"well, my friend, shall we head on? the day is still young and we have quite a journy to the arena." he said with a slight smile, as he stood up and put everything back in his pack.

"Yes let us continue." He siad rising and gathering his gear.

as they begin to journy towards the arena, algadrais suddenly stops, and sniffs in the air, he looks to sovan and says, "I smell wretched human flesh," as algadrais draws his swords a small group of humans venture down the road towards them.

The humans were dressed in black cloth with a matter of steel armor placed around their bodies, they held their weapons in their hands eager to fight, and the look they had shown on their faces told algadrais that they had assisted in the demise of his people with rage in his eyes, algadrais had slammed his fathers sword into the ground and held his own sword high, " by the power of the Den mother, and the earthmother, give me strength to smite those who stand before me and those who stand in my path of bringing honor back to my people!" a shard of lightning is cast out of the sky and hits his sword, he falls to his knees, then slowly raises back to his feet, with a sadening and angered quiet voice he spoke, "for my father."

Sovan looked at the human's armor in a practiced eye. His eyes cought on the symbol on thier chest plate. His hissed audiably. "Monsters. I remember you." He said in a low rage filled voice. "You've lived long enough and spilled to much blood. For this you will Die!" He said drawing his swords with a roar and dashing for the closet one and striking him at the joints of his harmor with one sword and through his neck with the other.

as sovan attacked one of the humans Algadrais did aswell, he had struck the human nearest to him with a devestating blow that cut strait through his thick heavy breastplate, cutting the armor and ist wearer in half.

Sovan dashed quickly to another slicing it's arm off and then decapateing it. He then swung around blocking a blow from on of then and then stabing him in the face.

as algadrais was attacking another human, one had sent the end of his sword through his shoulder,through great pain, he had dropped his weapin and kneeled to the ground. as the human prepared to decapitate Algadrais he thrusted his fist through the humans chest, then stood up and pummled the one he was attacking with the corpse he had on his hand

Sovan saw his friend in need and dashed over and attacked them as well cutting them open and gutting them like fish.

after the battle had finished, and their enemies lay at their feet, algadrais, with a sword still in his shoulder forcefully removed it as he let out a painful howl. after the deed had been done, algadrais had collapsed, with no energy to spare, completley drained with a severe shoulder injury that would more than likely imobalize his arm. he had just laid there, not a single amout of movement, except his chest moving as his lungs allowed air to pass in and out.

"Hold still." Sovan says sheathing his swords. He kneels down to you and places one hand on the wound and one hand on the chest. He chanted something in sourian and his hands glowed blue as the wound begain to heal.

algadrais had awoken to Sovans healing touch. "i thank you my friend. now let us reast, that was a true battle of Honor, i shall make a fire and we shall rest for a few hours before we venture on. algadrais had stood up and gathered some small amount of wood in his arms and laid it on the ground. he opened a pouch that had held nothing more than a bit of dust. with a durdaic tounge he chanted as he sprinkled a handful of dust onto the pile of wood. he then sat down near the wood and pulled out a handcarved wooden flute and began to play a harmonical relaxing tune.
the wood suddenly erupted into flame and it had taken the form of a female werewolf, the Den Mother, godess of the wolves, she danced as he played his flute. for saving his arm and his life, he has given Sovan the strengths of the Den Mother, as her spirit follows him where she may be needed.

"Beutifull. I've heard of this ritual. It's rare for it to be performed on an outsider. I thank you. Perhaps you would like to see on of my kind's." He said getting a our a small flute of his own. He begins to play a tune of his own and prinkled something else on the fire. As he played a rapotr grew from the flames. Then another. And another. They ran around the flames leaping in sencronized movements. As they danced around the flame the Den mother soon appeared fromt he flames as well and dances with them. Eventaully his tune ened and the figures of fire faded way. "Those three raptors were my most honored ancestors. One even founded the sourian empire. It must mean we are truely linked if you den mother were to dance with them." He said smiling.

(If ya wanna get a feel for his song it's basically sounds like this. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwPgQv4tauE )

"Amazing, 'as was told that only ye from two of a kind who can be in perfect harmony shalt never fall at the feet of any knid, honor shall come swift and at ease as the guardians of both the kind come together as a brotherhood' the prophecy of my people who will find a kind that are much like themselves who will join together, but only if the Den Mother accepts them, our ture destiny is to create a combined peoples and vanquish any threat that poses us, you peoples music is beutiful."




(Ps my music is merley an ancient indian rythem i got from limewire, the simplest of durdaic of shaman music)

"It is an art crafted for thousands of years. My people share a simaliar prophacy. 'In the times of darkness. When the spark of life begins to fade from us. A new race will come. They shall rekindle the spark within us as we in turn rekindle them. Through two warriors lost shall two races be saved.' That is our legend. Perphaps it spoke of us. I beleave we have the power to see this through. I appears fate is on our side." Sovan said solemly.

"we shall rekindle the spirit of our peoples, and we shall live together in harmony. my people followed the drudaic lore with great care, and it is said, if a druid shall find his power, along side an ancient warrior, they alone, may reincarnate all that had been lost, so mabey since i am the only remaining drudaic warrior, and you are the only remaining ancient warrior, the prophecy is speaking of us." he holds a fist of hope to his chest and looks into the stars, "together, with the power of the Den Mother and the three raptors we shall ressurect our people."

"Yes. The hopes of two peoples rest on our shoulders. We will not and can not fail." Sovan said stareing up at the stars.

Algarias' ears twitch as he hears a very faint sound of a drum. "do you hear that my firend?" he said turning towards the direction it came from, "THE DRUMS OF WAR, we must make haste if we shall arrive on time." he said as he gathered his things, and removed his fathers sword from where it wad placed before their battle with the humans.

"Yes. To the Arena. Victiory and destiny await us." Sovan said jumping his his feet. He snuffed out the fire and grabed his packe. "Let ust go." He said as he began moving off.

because of the roar of the drums, many champions from across the world haistily made their way to the arena for the ceramony before the fights, the drum roared on for several minutes as all who were around would know where to go, Algadrais and Sovan made it to the arena before anyone else attempted to encounter them, before the ceramony.

"Finally we've arrived." He said looking out at the empty arena as warriors soon came to fill the rows. And Elven official was standing at the podium as they gathered.

"i surley dont want to sit near any humans so i think i shall just stannd here, how about you." said algadrias as he looked to the bleachers where the many races of people gathered for the ceramony.