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The market city of “Crossroads.”
One of the of the only free remaining cities in the world the City of Crossroads acts as junction between the the larger and more secure Citadels. People from all over the world come to Crossroads to trade their wares, their spices, their magics, and even to trade slaves. Because the city is free it has drawn a great deal of outcasts, thieves and other unsavory individuals. Law here is harsh though much crime goes unpunished as there never seems to be enough town guard to enforce on the rapidly gowning city.

It is said that anything can be purchased here, for a price. The main features of the city are:
-The Great Arena where the strongest fighters come to test themselves for money, fame, and glory. It is a major attraction that still seems to draw an incredible crowd. If is of the best fighters that are often approached buy the city's Burgomaster and asked to join to be of the well paid City Gard.
-The Royal Bizarre the most well protected area in all the city makes for a comfortable shopping experience as one can find small wonders of the world for a price.
-The Oballi Dungeons are where many of those found guilty of the crimes of Debt and Larceny. The dungeons are vast and have a reputation for being inescapable, those unlucky enough to call it home are made to mine out the hard rock Crossroads sits on top of in search of Opal.
-The Soul Seer Misara- A woman said to beable to look into the souls of a person to devine thier future.

Saith's lips were dry and chapped he had traveled farther then he had ever dared before. He was out of water and his body was weak. He had even given into his desire to reach anyplace with water that he had used his power several times to speed his journey, now he lost track of just how far he had been. The City of Crossroads, in unfamiliar place to him, rose out of the desert like a beacon of hope. There were vessels like gigantic birds of the sky meant to carry men making way from the city. He had seen such vessels before but never so close. As he found himself wondering through the streets of the city he found himself in front of a well and water merchant. The hefty man was surrounded with gourds of various shapes and sizes. After asking the man for some water, he had to explain that he had no opal and was forced to trade a piece of jewelry to the man to receive the water that he immediacy drank of. Thankfully the man gave Saith some opal as well as a few filled gourds for the piece of jewelry, he found himself drawn to where there were less people and was so overwhelmed by the crowds that he had not noticed the two large men that were following him. They had seen the Jewelery he wore and were very interested in removing it from him.

The first of the Thugs immediately reached for Saith's shoulder causing the nomadic teen to spin around bring a dagger across the mans hand. Saith still felt tired the use of his abilities and his desire to press on had taken more out of him then he realized.

“Pull a knife on my brother?! Little desert pups need to be taught a lesson!”

The second of the thugs acted quickly as the firs had reeled back in pain and surprise, rushing Saith and caching him unready for a charge. Saith and the large man tumbled back across the cobbled road landing with the large man straddling over him. The large thug pounded into Saith's chest over and over with each hit causing a new more intense pain through the younger boy's body. Saith found it hard to concentrate under the fury of the mans blows his body seemed to grow weaker with each successive blow. He felt as though he spirit was being ripped from his body and couldn't help but wonder if this is how he was going to die.

As the thug beats up Saith, there was a giant scythe at the neck of the thug. Waiting a few seconds to relies that he is threatened. Then one second after they noticed the scythe, Zoin appeared with an evil grin on her face. She was looked like death was after their heads; she was glowing in a dark reddish glow. The thugs were frightened out of their minds. They tried to retreat out, but they couldn’t; something was holding them, as if they were in quicksand, then out of the shadows, a mound-like figure was rising and rising; then the shadows morphed into what looks like a 3D human. Then the shadows start to melt, revealing the man inside the shadows… he stepped out with a dark a man in a green trench coat, his face was hidden in the darkness of the shadows, his visible eye was glowing in a dark reddish glow. Then once he stopped, looking at the pathetic group of thugs. Zoin has taken the liberty into saying something,
“Ten against 1 tired person, do you also steal from defenseless people too? You guys must be “REAL” tough fighters. How about a real challenge, against us, 2 man army of the parasite clan; hmmmmm?”

Zoin pulled the scythe around the neck of the thug, making it tighter for him, while saying;
“Come on them are you going to attack me or what?”She chuckled at the thugs, making them fear her and Hellsingman even more.
"I knew it, you arn't tough at all. I wonder why they put you thugs head for 100000 reward each dead or alive, if you guys arn't even willingly show us two that you band of hopless souls are dangerous."

Hellsingman nodded off, saying only this;

"..."

I looked over my shoulder at the scuffle. Bemused by the violence I turned to watch the two on one. The poor desert rat that had just crawled in wasn't faring to well. However, before I could step in and negotiate a price for my help, two other appeared from nearly nowhere, one seemingly stepping from shadow. I chuckled slight as I sank back down to a sitting position, and waited for the obvious end.

Saith could feel unconsciousness trying to settle over his tired body, he was supprised to see that even more had joined the men that meant to rob him. They said they were from the Parasite clan... Saith had heard stories if their people. They carried some terrible cursed disease that made a person change to a Keidran. These two seemed to be bounty hunters, and that these men seemed to be wanted. This was surely a blessing though two verses ten seemed like bad odds. The male seemed to come out of the shadows and he didn't seem to have any trinkets with him this was a strange magic like how he could make things age. Gathering what bit of strength he had left he rose back to his feet edging out from his distracted attacker. He held up his hunting knife and held it out threating toward the bad of wanted men. “I can still fight... *cough* Let us see, what ten are like against three.”

The desert was a harsh place, too much sand, I would like if it was all something like rock, or GLASS! YES GLASS, that can't bury anything! Tar was thinking to himself as he was traveling across the desert, he kept the madness inside him, keeping quiet, the hood over his head. It was hot, too hot. He was glad he had a few of his clan members left, or what was left of them. Behind him walked 3 hooded ghouls carrying jugs of water. Nearing a town, he turned around and told his clan members.

"My Generals, you have served me well across this horrible travel, but alas, it is time to return to me."

The ghouls nodded. They all lined up sticking their heads out. Tar spun his spade in the air and proceeded to decapitate his ghouls. They made no scream as their souls, only visible to Tar, other Avatars or those who are gifted enough, exited their bodies. The three of them looked like they did before they died, each looking battle strong and veterans. They were his clan's generals, or what he claimed were generals, who were really just his top fighters who led squad like groups of the clan when separated.

It took a few minutes before the limbs were severed from each other. Tar opened a smaller sack tied to a larger sack checking his trade able good. He then closed the smaller sack. Opening the larger sack then put the severed body parts inside the sack, along with the bones for 7 more ghouls. Closing the sack, he threw it onto his back and kept marching. To most people it would seem as if Tar was incredibly strong, but those who could see could see the tentacle like darkness strapping around him and the sack, leaving no weight onto Tar. Entering the town, people turned and stared at him, he got used to the smell of rotting corpses and the flies flying around him.

A small kid walked up to Tar, and tugged on his robe. Tar looked at him and considered him a 'little one'
"What's in the bag mister?" Said the little one with curiosity.
"Do you really want to know little one?" Tar replied
"Don't call me little! WHAT'S IN THE BAAAAAG" The kid started screaming

Tar smiled, he loved when this happened, he turned around and innocently opened the bag, before taking the kid and shoving his face inside it. The kid's screams were muffled by the rotting corpses. He kept the kid in there for a few seconds before he pulled him out and let him run away screaming for his mother. Who then came at him screaming. He begun to tune her out.

Hahahahaha! I LOVE WHEN I DO THAT... Hmmm, looks like everyone around me seems scared. GOOD! Heheheh, that was the loudest scream I ever heard as of yet, even that buggy clan or whatever wasn't as loud as I cut his limbs off one by one. Man that one cried. Huh what's this!?

Tar looked and saw Siyamad staring at 2, 3, but that one seems close to being killed, ooh another body, Sel would like that one men surrounded by 10. He walked up to Siyamad and just turned to look at the fight.

"Dibs on the bodies..." He said in a quiet sing song voice.

[OOC: Too disturbing and creepy for ya?]

(OOC: OH MY F**KING GOD! THAT WAS AWESOME! heh. Great halloween prank. hay kid guess what's in the bag?)

I turned and looked at the new comer. He smelled of corpses and was followed by a screaming woman. The call for "dibs" on the bodies was awkward and sort of morbid. However the screaming woman was more irritating. Siyamad turned and stood up. He slapped her across the face, "Shut your mouth woman. Before I shut it for you." Shocked the woman left. Siyamad sat back down an regard his visitor. "You want to take bets on who dies first?" The odds were against the three, but something about the way the shadowy one appeared told me this wasn't going to be a normal fight.

As Hellsingman, was primed to transform; he stopped and sniffed the air like a dog. Something that he had not smelt in a long time. The smell of a thousand (OOC: when he says thousand, he doesn’t really mean thousand, it usually means multiple) dead corpse walking. He turned with a concerned face at Zoin, He asked as if she did not know; “Can you smell that Zoin, can you smell them?” She nodded off and answered his question; “Yes, I smell it too, could it be…” The thug did not know what was going on, but he saw a chance and took it, he took his knife and started running at Hellsingman. Soon, once the thug got close to Hellsingman with the knife, Hellsingman stopped him by grabbing and squeezing his arm, and putting it in an uncomfortable position, while still standing still. Zoin continuing her sentence; “Zombies?” Hellsingman nodded off, saying; “Not just any zombies, but those who follow, I thought I would never see one ever again, let alone smell one. I thought the paladin clan closed off the parasite clan, how did they come here? Usually a ghoul follows a vampire, but I smell no vampire. Could it be threw magical means?” Zoin answered, “Must be, I see no other way. We should really get back to the thug problem before they run away.”

Manatu sat on a boulder that rested a mile away from The city of Crossroads. He sat silently as he formed water around his hand and messed with it grinning to himself as he entertained himself. He liked to sit here knowing some fool would be coming through here thirsty because they used up their water to fast.

Tar laughed as he watched Siyamad slap that woman in the face. Look at that... no respect for gender! Good good, he would be useful, yes USEFUL, and look at his body! He would probably do better than those in the fight.. Huh? Oh he's trying to bet with me, hmm whose going to win? It's quality vs. quantity for me...

"Well, it's quality vs. quantity, which ever way I might win." He said with a disturbed grin, "You choose..."

Saith turned to look what had the attention of the other his momentary allies. He flinched to see that it seemed there was an audience forming; he couldn’t believe that there was a kind of place where people would just watch others who were obviously in need of assistance. These people, they were not like the people of his village… but then even they abandoned him… He turned to look back at the thugs who starting to rush forward.

The one who’s hand he had cut was screaming.
“Get them now you fool’s they are only three they cannot kill us all!”

Saith flung his blade through the air and it traveled in a swift and rapid spiral landing with a solid “thunk” into the wounded mans head. He slumped forward in a single disoriented step and then fell flat on his back dead.

As Saith killed one of the thugs, Zoin purposely chopped the thug’s, that was still being threatened, head off, and Hellsingman ripped off the thug’s, that was being grabbed by Hellsingman, arm off and quickly, before the hand died out, stabbed the thug, that had his arm ripped out, in the chest with the thug’s own arm. Soon, Hellsingman transformed into a werewolf, his skin started to disappear behind the hair, then the hair turned into silver fur, still wearing the green trench coat, his face got longer and longer, and his golden eyes turned into glowing red eyes, eyes so red they are the color of blood. Zoin said with ease; “we thought that you will come with us willingly and keep your lives, but apparently, you have to resist and start attacking us. Well, we will guarantee you, that you will have your fight. But the odds of you kill all of us, are slim to none. But if you do kill us you get a reputation of killing 2 members of the parasite clan army.”

I shook my head sadly. There goes the bet. "Well now that they started, and transformed, all bets are off." I turned and looked the new comer up and down. "What's with the smell? You keeping corpses on your person?"

Manatu watches the people gather as the comotion kept growing and sighed. "Why cant people just be peaceful, instead of always wanting to kill eachother like beasts"

Hellsingman popped out of the battle, to just say a few words to Manatu;
“That is an excellent question, it’s a strange world, some fight for revenge, others fight for pleasure. Some fight for nobility, others fight for power. Yet, there are some that fight for love. It is a completely strange world.” Hellsingman the popped back into the fight once more to finish it up.