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There was once a proud set if kingdoms that were well know throughout the lands. Each race maintained their own land and were royalty. No unauthorized deaths were ever encountered and there was no real crime rate other then minor cases like stealing food and clothing. It was not uncommon to see the more pure races hiring others for protection and even as servants. Mixing of the races was the only law that was not allowed to be broken. Fighting over land and the like was common and not much could done about it.
The remaining royals of each race took it upon themselves to retreat from their homelands making sure the races never went extinct. Over the next coming centuries, each race kept to themselves in hopes to prevent outright war. The went well for a century until they finally took arms against each other in a bloodbath that was so enormous that it nearly wiped out most of the races.
There have been many wars between yhe dwindling races over the vast centuries since he went into slumber. His faithful servant and body guard maintained his chambers under orders to not allow any to disturb him.
No-one knew what was left of the world that was once so pristine that it was almost heavenly. Now everything is left in ruins and the races are scattered throughout the dying lands.

Slight grinding noises were heard with each pass of the large battleaxe that he was sharpening. Finally the simple one was able to sit and tend to his weapons. All chores assigned to him were finished early this day so yeah it would finally have some time to himself. The fighting had not reached his master's sanctuary and he would surely give his life not to have him disturbed.
A good twelve hours had passed. Another quiet day had passed and no trouble was had. This in itself was a blessing to the ogre since he disliked hurting others. Yes it was in his nature to kill and yet his master taught him to be better then that. Do not let uourself become a savage like all the others before you. I have faith in you and know ypu are better than them... those words still rang in his ears and it made him both happy and proud.
The attention of the simple one would be drawn to the noise right outside the chambers. No the battle had reached then and now it threatened everything. Before the ogre could react, the heavy doors would be blasted open. The fighting between the orcs and feral trolls came crashing into the sanctuary. The ogre did what he could to make this a quick battle. He would reduce about half the twelve beings to lumps of dead masses on the floor.
A stray blast of arcane magic would fly past him to hit and reduce the door to the inner chamber to rubble. This would not be good since his master would have been rudely awakened.

The sounds of battle eminating from outside his chambers were growing louder with each passing moment. This meant that Xarok was either dead or hurt. This in itself would have been enough to make him ride from slumber. The remnants of his chamber doors crashing down onto the floor was merely added to it.
Waist length crimson locks would flow through the air as he moved just a bit faster then mortal eyes could track. The massive orc standing in the doorway would soon become his first meal. Yes his friend had been feeding him as he slept so that in such an occasion he would have the strength to defend himself. Those waves of crimson would barely be seen flowing through the air around the two rooms. The ogre was indeed fighting the intruders and had gotten hurt trying to stop the orc from disturbing him. After the span of mere minutes would pass, he would come to a stop kneading beside the hurt ogre. The intruders now lay dead around them. Most of which had been drained of blood and left husks of what they previously were.
The elf went about tending to the ogre making sure he was alright. They had been close friends for quite awhile now and he would not let him die.

Mariona watched the battle go on between the intruders and the Ogre with interest until another creature appears with red hair, sucking the blood from the intruders. My eyes widen and I pull out a roll of parchment with information about the red haired man and Ogre. "I can't believe i'm getting paid to kill these creatures.." I jump down from the tree I was hiding in before sneaking my way into the castle through a window and hiding in the shadows. She readjusts her mask and waits.

The simple one watched as his master made short work of the intruders. The wounds he sustained would not kill him but they did slow the ogre down until finally bringing him to his knees.
He would smile weakly as he is tended to by his master. He would now his thanks to him and would do as instructed. He soon fell asleep letting his body get the rest it needed. He knew his master could handle almost anything that would dare cone after him so he rested with no worry.

The ancient one went about tending to the ogre wounds. They were stitched up with little trouble and soon bandaged as well. A passing gust of wind would bring to him various scents within the area. Yes he could smell the other elf and yet his mannerisms would not let this be known.
A cloak would be draped over the ogre as he rested. Lucious stood and turned making his way to the front doors. A sigh leaves his lips seeing they would have to be fixed again. This whole fighting of the races was really growing old and for someone as old as he was, it was becoming tedious to stay put of it.
Mayhaps it was indeed time for him to place himself in the mix again. He wanted to be left alone and yet something so simple as peace is never guaranteed these days. A goblet of red liquid would be taken up to his lips and the contents would be drained.

I continue to watch before slinking close towards the sleeping Ogre, pulling out a bag and looking through the bag. "Deadly Nightshade Powder, Angel Wings, FireSalve, Moondust.. Damnit, I should have bought that bag of Doregon Sugar.." I think to myself.

Another goblet full of crimson liquid would be poured. His back is to the ogre while he looked out at the land. A smirk played across his lips feeling the presence of the elf behind him.
The candles around the room would flicker once as he uses his natural vampiric speed to ripple through the air. It would take a split second for him to cover the distant between them. Her scent would be against her this night since it allowed him to find her.
The man would now be standing behind her yet just out of range. No he would not attack her yet. "Now who do we have here. You do know it is not nice to sneak around like this." He spoke to her letting her know he was there.

I jump slightly and turn back, putting my bag away, looking up at him through my mask, a purple glow shining through the eyeholes. "You found me." I jump up and land on the other side of the room, pulling out a dagger.

The waves of crimson locks would flow across his shoulders and a long his back while he looked to the dark elf. A smirk forms upon his lips listening to her speak and seeing the blade "Now what were he planning to do with that little thing? Ye come into my home, wielding a weapon... how am I to take this?"
He would remain standing beside the hurt and sleeping ogre. Was he worried about this elf woman? Not really since he could have her drained and clinging to life within seconds if he really wished it.

Being stranded in the middle of the woods was not something Terry could say happened often to him. In fact, he couldn't remember a time when he had been lost amongst the trees, because he oh-so-rarely went camping. That he was in the woods, at night, and he'd no idea how he'd gotten there...Lets just say that he was having a bad morning. Erm...Evening.

"This...is a dream. Yep. This is a dream, because there's no way in hell I've been asleep for sixteen hours, and no way I wouldn't have noticed being kidnapped and brought to some creepy, foggy forest," He muttered, running a hand through his hair anxiously and tugging on his short russet locks as he carefully picks his way through the underbrush, making note of the swollen moon up above,"What did Grandma used to say? 'Work with what you've got'...Okay, I can do that." Stepping over a rather large log that was covered in slick looking moss, he took stock of what he had on him. A loose sleep shirt that was about two sizes to big. Pajama pants. Fuzzy slippers.

"...Nope. I'm gonna be eaten by a wolf or something," He muttered, wincing as he pushes past a thick patch of briar bushes, before emerging into a clearing that surrounds a large almost castle like building, looming forebodingly out of the fog,"Huh. Or I might not."

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The large ogre ever so slowly awakened from his well needed nap. The simple one noticed that there was another elf near him ... A female this time. Oh great now there will be kissing and all that stuff... ugh!!!
The ogre slowly sat up knowing his wounds had not healed yet. It was not often that he himself would be harmed in battles. Ogres were known to be sturdy creatures.. not that bright but loyal and willing to take pain from those they deem family.
Not a sound would be heard from him since he indeed wanted to listen to th e elves speak. Maybe they would fight.

I look down at the ogre. "Your muscle has awoken. Shall we fight or can I just kill you and be done with it?" I reply calmly and coldly, pulling my hood down to reveal pitch black hair and dark grey skin. My mask was still in place and I put the dagger away, pulling my double sided hammer out from my holster on my back, crouching down to attack.

His options were bleak. Keep going through a dark, foggy forest and potentially trip and break his neck on something...Or approach the creepy building in front of him. Not to terribly great prospects wise, but the latter of the two had the added pro of potentially belonging to someone who'd take pity and help him get to civilization.

Terry hoped at least.

Sucking in a breath and letting it out slowly, he cautiously approached the slightly open double doors, slippered feet papping softly against the earthen ground. Coming up the few steps that lead up to the main entrance, he hesitated. A...smell, wafted from the abode, rich and tangy, clinging to the back of his throat and coating his tongue with the metallic taste of iron,"Oooh boy," He whispered, shoulders drawing tense as he climbed the last few steps and came to the doors. A pause, a moment of fearful breathlessness, before he pushed the doors open, wincing at the creak of age the hinges give.

Then there was blood. Blood and viscera, limbs torn from bodies and the stench of death hanging over the foyer like a dark shroud, almost hiding the three figures from his attention as he tries to keep his body from just fleeing from this grisly sight. He feels his stomach churn and he presses a hand over his mouth and nose, breaths coming in short little ragged bursts,"O-oh Gods...What the hell happened here?" He whimpered, stumbling against the door frame with wide, shocked eyes, face drained of all color which causes the freckles on his face to just pop against his pallor.

Three figures. One crouched or perhaps sitting, massive in size and built like a brick house on steroids, covered in wounds and observing the other two warily. A...a woman? The shape of the figure was hard to make out in the darkness, flowing black hair with a massive hammer at the ready, facing off against the last person. Male, definitely so, with flowing locks of near blood red, an amused smirk on his blood painted lips.

Terry took all of this in, the death, the tension, the strangeness of it all...And began to back away, mind beginning to fill with panicked white noise as the urge to just run grows. He should have taken his chances with the wolves.

The situation in front of him got rather boring. The simple one shrugged letter them play with one another. Slowly the ogre stood and stretched a bit before looking to the rather small being at the doors.
Nope this one would not cause him or his master harm so he would greet him with the best gentle smile a ogre could give. Ever so slowly as to not frighten the man, he approached him and spoke "Come inside it is not safe out at night. No worries we will not harm you."

A glance is taken of the females body and this resulted in him chuckling openly "Simply tell me who sent you to kill me and I will either pay you off or... just kill you where you stand." Now those words would have been heard by the woman as if he was standing beside her whispering them in her ear.
Alas it would seem that he may need to kill a fellow elf just to protect his friend. He himself longer for death these days and yet not much really could harm him. Slowly sheathed twin blades would be seen mayerializing strapped to his back. His hands would remain at his side's though since he really did not wish her any harm.
Now all he would do is wait for her to either tell him her price or make a move to attack him. Either way, he wanted this little game to be over with.

There was a moment of pure panic as the large figure stood and Terry realized just how big the man, being, person was. His knees felt weak and his vision swam with light headedness for a moment as the...was-was it an ogre, a troll? He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure about a lot of things right now, and he very much wished he was dreaming, stuck in a nightmare that would end soon.

When the large being then offered a smile, obviously attempting comforting which was both intimidating still and yet also slightly cute, and then offered words of welcome and vowing not to harm him...Terry couldn't help the slightly hysterical laugh that bubbled up out of his chest,"There's body parts all over the floor, you're covered in gashes, those two are looking like they're gonna add to the limbs on the ground, and I'm not going to be hurt?" He replied, clutching to the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping him up,"I...I think I'm gonna stay right here until those two are done with whatever they're doing, and I'm given an explanation for the viscera everywhere."

Really he wanted to run right now, but his legs felt like jelly. He'd probably take two steps and fall down the steps. The fact that the large being before him could probably outrun him also was a deciding factor in his decision.

"I am mostly loyal to the people that pay for my services. So unless you give me something that will prove your death or let me kill you." I glance over to the human behind the doors and look back to the red haired elf. "But I have no choice." I bolt towards the red haired male and swing at him as hard as I can.