A Shadow's Influence...(Open, xGM)

[Fidelis Meridius]

OOC: I have yet to really used the self-mod system, and I really lack the knowledge of the area to affectly and creatively get the desired results, not to mention that most often the severeness of my PC's action's normally warrant the use of a moderator

IC: Steel-shoed hoofs claddered rythmically against the cobblestone streets, as the platinum haired warrior pulled his black pegasus through the city behind him. Emerald eyes reguarded the Jorelite's surroundings with malice. Eyeing fellow pedestrians as they passed.

The two were an impressive pair. One, a beautiful, sleak, ebony creaure; whose wings bounced lightly as it followed his master, flexing widely every now and again in an attempt to stretch An awesome sight indeed, but the winged-stallion only helped supplement the awe that exuded from his master. Tall and lean, Fidelis seemed to radiate an authority of evil, construed by a countenance of stone, disciplined with pain, and hardened with mailce. The warrior's very walk illustrated a pride that drove his very existence. Continuing forward, the warrior's cape bounced gently on his shoulder's, caressing the elven-steel breatplate about his torso, which gleamed lightly in the sunlight, easily defined as it rested against the black which seemed to garb the rest of the warrior.

So there they were, a pair, shrouded in black, walking the streets of Riparia. To the average eye, they could by labeled as ill guests without even exterting a second glance. But they were far beyond that; Fidelis had returned to Riparia only for purpose of spreading fear, recruiting evil, and fulfilling his lust for revenge, so ill were his intentions indeed. By the time the Jorelite was done, Aslan would be forced to reconize his claim for vengence

Power was what the human seeked, enough to make even Aslan's Forge tremble in his very presence. The warrior didn't lack in individual strength, nor was he lacking in powerful connections, but what the knight of chaos lacked was his own influence. Normally his evil deeds unfolded beyond the reach of the suns' light, and no witness had ever survive to recall such a force.

Finally realising how futile his actions were becoming, Fidelis now patrolled for others, those who seemed to bear a mark of unsavory intentions, needing only to be shown how to release there hatred. Fidelis sought to demonstrate his ability before the masses, knowing that those in need of leadership would sek him out was word of his evil had spread. But the question in mind was: what to do?

OOC2: Sorry, I know my post is a but scatter-brained, and all around kind of crappy, but I got to get back into the swing of things. BTW, I'm not too concerned about what this thread developes into , just trying to get back to be active again.

[Urck]

Urck leaned against the wall of some random building he had found, giving his feet a not so deserved rest of a long brightening of nothing happening and nothing to do. Beside him, a gauntlet encased hand tapped lightly against the wall behind it, out of habit and nothing more. His black eyes, eyes containing no white as other races would, scanned the crowd of people as they walked by, some of them appearing to be in a hurry. Seeing these nameless people scurry about brought a curious thought into the orcs head. Why? Did these people really think that what they were doing mattersd in anything? Did these people really think that they were important? Did they really not have enough time to take things slowly rather then rushing about as if the ends of their lives were near and they had suddenly realized that they had accomplished nothing. No, these people were unimportant, nobodys. They did nothing that would make any difference in the end which made the 5'6 orc wonder, just how many of Riparia's 180,000 people were useless common citizens. Ones that woke up, went to work, came back and nothing more. He could have them and all of their family killed with the saying of a few words and he doubted that anybody would even try to stop him or avenge them.

Face after face the orcs black eyes scanned as one of his large hands rose, carelessly pushing back some crudely cut black hair behind his face. All the while he continued to look around, never growing tired of the endless activity of simply watching. The two human guards that stood beside him however, did not find this nearly as interesting. To them this was a wast of time. Time that could be better spent somewhere else rather then watching common folk walk by. But their orcish leader knew of the rewards that commonly came of the time spent here. And they too came to realize this as the pegasus owner passed them by.

Urck's green lips the same color as his skin, the same dark green, spread wide into a smile, revealing a line of sharpened teeth and a blue tounge that were normally hidden. It was not everyday that the orc find himself even slightly interested in the people around him. It was not the fact that the warrior strode beside a horse, perhaps even owning it, that had got his attention, for he had over 50 of the beasts himself. It was the fact that the steed that the warrior was walking beside was no mere horse, but instead had a pair of wings. The orc had never seen one of the magnificent animals, had only heard of them in tales, but as he lay his eyes upon that animal he knew that the person beside it was no common citizen. It only came as a large surprise that he had not seen this man before.

The orcs body lifted off the wall, his feet leading him in a direction of the pegasus rider. Each heavy step that his foot brought down upon the street also brought a small clink from the chainmail that covered his body, a swing from the elaborately decorated sheath that hid the long, waving blade of his kriss, and movement from the winter wolf fur cloak that had been worn every brightening on his back since he had purchased it. The humans that followed him knew what to do, they had played out the scenario of approaching a horse rider or owner before. But this time they had a feeling that they would not be stealing or killing, as this time the person was not a wimp noble.

The two humans, each one wearing full studded leather, angled their path away from their leader so that they were brought up in front of the pegasus, blocking its path on the ground. With that, Urck approached, his face straight as he decided just how this would happen within the next few moments of his life. Every time he met somebody new, the course of his life tended to take a large turn. Only the next few minutes would tell if this occasion would be the same. Gradually a smirk crossed his green skinned and ugly face as he looked the man over with interest.

The orcs green lips parted as he finally settled his eyes into the warriors own."Serale sir, I can say that it has been a while since I have laid my eyes upon someone of your, uh, stature." Urck spoke. The orc offered no names in his greeting, nor did he ask for one. Names were not important in his mind. Names were simply labels, good for nothing besides communication. Once one was used in some crime and discovered, he found people had the habit of changing them very quickly. Names only brought confusion and frustration. "Tell me, why have I not met you before?" the orc asked, his words bringing a hint of honest curiosity. There was something about this man that seemed to remind him about the evils in the world, something that he knew would inspire fear into others, something that made him feel a lot better about this pegasus owner.

[Fidelis Meridius]

Time slowly ticked out on every creature's existance, some sooner than others. This was an inevitable truth that could not be escaped. Every man dies, not every man really lives. The citizens of Riparia all breathed the same air, ate similar foods, and sleep at night. Does this not make them alive? Even if they slave their life away, does such an action not bear purpose, or compassion? Perhaps they slave away for the ultimate reason of all, helping better the life of another.

If words such as these described the living, then perhaps the skin and bone of the warrior existed in a sentinient state, but the spark of life had long ago faded.

Blinking in annoyance to the suns' light, Fidelis continued his trek through the streets. Not paying any attention to anything in particular, the Jorelite's trained eyes focused on nothing, but saw everything, especially easily noticeable Orcs.

Passing by Urck, the human thought nothing of him, perhaps a gangsters thug, who knew, but he did know that he had never slain an Orc before. Immediately, Fidelis' concious thought was filled with malice for the creature, but logic told him to press on with his patrol.

It was only when the warrior realised that Urck had taken notice of him as well, that he changed modes of thought. No one ever appraoched Fidelis unless they needed his abilities, or wanted his possessions. With a slow, smooth, back-swing of his free hand, Fidelis allowed his flowing cloak to drape over his shoulder, concealing his side, and most importantly, his hand. Of which ame to rest upon the handle of 'Chaos', which he lifted up on an inch or so, to loosen the mythril blade from it's scabbard, making it easier to draw if needed.

Stopping in his tracks, the man's visage was unaffected by the greeting of the new comer, and the warrior's eyes bounced casualyl back and forth from the Orc to his guards whom took a path to intercept Blackwind. Fidelis had seen such attempts before, but he doubted the two had ever handled a creature such as Blackwind. Wings made taking up a flanking position on the animal extremely difficult.

Uncertain on their exact intentions, the dark knight expected the worse, but took no further steps of preparation. The three could easily be dispatched if need be. The human's chest rose slightly as he inhaled to reply, "Why haven't you met me? Well, let's just say that the city is vast, and the empire is even more so..." Pausing for a moment Fidelis eyed the Orc for distinct markings or seals that could give a clue to any faction or house he served.

"You either have a reason for stopping me for this chat, or you are perhaps very foolish. Well? Which are you?" Fidelis questioned with candor, all the while wondering how this trio could serve him.

[Urck]

Urck watched the mans eyes go from him two his guards curiously, wondering just what those simple movements meant, his mind constantly judging the man on everything he did, deciding whether or not this would prove to be a waste of time. The orc had always felt that every movement a man made, every thought that they had, every emotion that they felt. All of it had a reason. Even something as small as the movements of a pair of eyes generally meant something to the orc. Something that he may be able to exploit in the future should it be some weakness.Nervous? Urck silently asked himself as he watched the eyes go from him to the human men that had blocked the path of the amazing pegasus, the animal that had first caught their attention and persisted in holding it, both men not even noticing the owner but rather staring at the beast, both in awe at the animal and as if expecting it to attack them at the same time. The orc felt amused by his wondering if the man was nervous, such a trait did not seem fitting for this obvious warrior. One that seemed to radiate darkness, one that seemed to create the evil rather then live through it. The orc decided that he would wait a little longer before deciding on any one way of how to talk to the man. For now, he would just use the same approach that he had on everybody else.

A slight chuckle escaped through the orcs lips, one raspy and sounding very bad. "Well, not many people would openly suggest that I would be a fool." Urck replied, the smile that had come over his face turning more into a smirk as he pondered. Just who was this man? He had spoke of the empire, so perhaps he was just another adventurer, one that sought fame and treasure through visiting every city and spreading false rumours about themselves. Urck could only hope that this man would prove to be different from most others that he had met.

"Tell me, dark one, what is it that you want most. Surely there is something that drives you on, something that makes you get out of a bedroll in the morning." Urck asked, offering the same question to this man as he had to many before him. The question of desire. All normal beings wanted something, something that kept them going and kept living life. Be it something as small as a wife and children, or something more, power and glory. It had seemed that the orc had heard them all. It was always a matter of showing them that their goals were indeed within reach. Just a matter of showing them that he had the answers and what they desired. Once he knew that he could provide just that, the men seemed to eagerly line up behind him and await their orders.

[Fidelis Meridius]

Fidelis was finding Urck to be a bit annoying as he continued on with his questions. The orc must have really thought he was something special. Continually the adept warrior focused his mnd on his training and experiences that told him to always watch the obvious and unobvious even more so.

Leaning forward slightly, to reinenforce the seriousness of his previous accusation, Fidelis once again replied, staring into the Orc's beady eyes, "You must really be a fool to ask me what I desire, because the more you speak, the more I desire to kill you..." Fidelis pulled open his cloak enough to reveal the mythril blades hidden beneath.

The Orc wanted something from the human, and it was likely his service, and at the same time the Jorelite sought the same. Orc's never seemed very appealing to Fidelis lust for death, for they didn't serve the Athernians, and thus their death didn't aid in his revenge.

Urck's bravado seemed to say that perhaps he was involved with something more than the dark knight gave him credit for, perhaps he could help him find the leader of the Coven of Twilight, or whatever the hobbit said it was.

"I got a better idea, instead of me answering your questions, how about you answer mine..." Fidelis ordered in a threatening manner, "What do you know of thieves and such in these parts?"

OOC: Edited...go ahead