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a cats claw...

Catlord moved silently across the plains... his valorite armour protected him from the elements and he thanked silently for Terrin’s uncanny ability... the cold could not penetrate his enhanced armour nor the blows of common foes... he led his Dragon Mount, Reorx, slowly... while sniffing... the Quest had taken him to this Torm's forsaken place.... why? Why Fate did carry him here? Night after night he had wondered in the plains, the few foes that he fought were Titans and their minions... still this time the Quest wasn’t about fighting... it was something else... it was... about purpose... aye purpose. Mori had once taught him that the Voice was what he should follow... his inner Voice. He felt it, pulling towards the Terathan Keep... how he hated those dreaded spider folk! But he could not stop... he tested his war fork and thought of Nicodemus, the Black Dragon Captain, his words echoing "aye lad, I fought hundred with this! Can’t find a more reliable weapon! It can disarm, wound so foes bleed abundantly... just neat!" That knight sure was half mad… oh! He felt the presence of something and jumped to the ground while pulling the reins closer to the ground, Reorx fell on the ground his six knees bending so his huge bulk was close to the dead leaves but wasn’t touching them… an attacking crouch… both cat man and beast were ready for battle. The Snake Folk guarded the Terathan Keep preventing them from leaving that valley… the Terathans guarded the Keep and the entrance to the dungeon, while deep inside more of the Ophidians tried to push their way out… who knew what was going on between the two races? A blood feud? Kall pulled the reins closer to the ground and Reorx laid on the grass, silently… his dark eyes questioning his brother what was going on… Kall patted its slimy scales for a few instants and smiled softly. “I will be back in a few Old one, if I don’t you know the drill…” and then he moved silently across the hills till he reached the cliffs… removing his gloves he smiled to himself… he had not done this since he was a kitten… extending his claws he moved across the rocky surface with such ease that it seemed he was walking (you are humans, you know what I mean)… a few moments later he was on the top of a tree, next to a metallic fence, something ancient… wonder who made it? But next to it were three Terathans, watching them closely he saw that they were what Mori called Avengers… fierce arachnid warrior/magi with poisonous fangs… one of them draw Kall’s attention… why the heck was it carrying a gauntlet stuck on its back? Kall watched carefully, the gauntlet had pierced its chitin behind its front leg and you could almost imagine the battle… someone fought the beast; someone was bitten and grasped strongly there… maybe till death came for him… Kall stalked his prey… waited till it was away from the other two and moved to the kill… his words echoing in the rocky valley! He stabbed the creature twice before it could react; once in the leg and a second time across its head making it bleed from both wounds… he moved back fast… raising his shield and avoiding a fang with a heavy thud… silently Kall waited for its life to drip away… the creature casted several enchantments and without their verbal component it was hard to predict what was coming… but by Torm’s Grace nothing was that strong… maybe it was the bleeding, maybe the enchanted armour or maybe it was his plain old luck…. A few moments later it laid dead, a green substance pouring from its wounds… maybe blood, maybe something else. Kall was no necromancer… nimbly he cut the gauntlet free and stood in awe… it was a dark Dusky Purple gauntlet with the Icon of Torm and it held a dagger that was… could it be? It was covered in a dark purple almost black jelly… poison?? Why would a Vanguardier use a poisoned dagger?? Kall was confused… this was a heresy… almost just by instinct he got to Reorx and moved back to Papua… slowly, confused and questioning what had just happened, what had he unveiled?

Several weeks later he stood at the TormTar HQ north of Yew, the EyE of the Storm and was discussing that with Mouse, the Enforcer… they spoke for long hours and into the night… many of the Circle members came and went, adventurers, artisans… a myriad of individuals united by one bond, friendship and respect… maybe love. Kall tried to understand it but could not… then it hit him like a club wielded by a storm giant… Mori! His heritage! Now he understood… and tears of understanding claimed a path down the soft fur of his cheeks… Torm had showed him his Path long ago… he just had to watch her and learn… she was a grandmaster assassin! Why did it take him so long to grasp that fragment of reality? Smiling to himself Kall made a list and sent it to Hefeustus and Terrin… soon he would train…. Two of his respected friends came to the EyE, Hanzo Loft, leader of the Silent Death Wing and Magius, Griffon Magus… they were good friends and possibly had their own adventures…

“Greetings gentlemen, where can I find a thief that would tutor me some poisoning?” and he watched Hanzo smile… that man always made his fur … grrr ... He hated it! He loved the man but for some reason… the wing that man led made his claws extend on their own…

“I have seen him near Britain west bank…” the man, whose age Kall could not guess answered with the assuredness of a wyrm… and beside him the magus said something similar to “kallortor” he sure casted fast! A blue gate opened in the room and the three moved swiftly into it… and they went to that chaos that is the west Britain bank! Thanks to Torm, the thief stood right next to the gate and it took Kall a few minutes to decide… was it Fate and Torm’s Will or was all in his mind? He felt something near him… Love? And saw several humans near the bank… two of them talked in soft whispers, Kall smiled, that was what made the world spin, that was why heroes fought and died, why myths were created… all for that… he would not fail! He handed the gold to the thief, it sure was a grand amount for such simple techniques but he needed them to start the real training… and he listened to the human rogue that smelled of sewers… when he got home his supplies were waiting for him… several kegs of lesser poison and poison plus over two hundred daggers… he sat next to the basket with the exceptional crafted daggers and one after the other he poisoned its blades… Reorx watched waiting for the cat man to cut his fingers, and it sure happened several times… that bloody dragon sure had a stupid grin!

Catlord here...

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Still here and lurking about!

Having a bit of a busy month with work. Didn't have time to reactivate for this month, hopefully next.

But I'm still around, when I can be. :)

Sorry, forgot to add ICQ:

465-666-805

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