Erk heaved himself up over the edge of the platform, rose up to his feet, and immediately wrinkled his nose.

He could feel the pain, resentment, and anger, above all, milling about in the air. It was like the dank, fetid smell of death and decay, permeating a grave. He could feel it already seeping into his clothing, and into everything and eveyone about him, although the humans here couldn't smell or feel what his elven senses allowed him to experience.

Kisaguru continued to laugh. He could probably sense what Erk felt right now, himself being the source of at least some of this fetid stench. Kisaguru was enjoying himself far too much, and this never failed to put Erk on edge. Long associations had taught him that when this madman found reason to laugh, it could hardly be at a naughty limerick.


Erk had to be cautious. He slowly began to approach Kisaguru, and when he was close enough to be heard, he hailed him.

"So we meet once again. Why am I not surprised to find you here?" Erk was congeneal enough, but he was unsettled. He could see something in Kisaguru's eyes, a strange sparkle, wild and unpredictable... Erk had to walk carefully here...

With the shadows fading around him the man threw his cloak off, his chainmail shown under his shirt. He pulled a shield off of his back and drew his sword. standing stock, blade down, and shield hanging in his hand the man stared at Kisa with his blue eyes, his black hair making them visible. If Kisa was going to attack, he would be ready, tho his stance didnt show it.

Shinu had known Kisa for a very long time, longer than any other in their presence now even. Kisa acted in waves, waves of physicality and waves of emotion. That was just a wave, singular, Shinu was smart enough to know that the plural was sure to follow. He just smiled and kept his distance. Age caught up to him more than the others, he figured he was just the most human of them all. He was coming up on forty now, but still in phenomenal shape and conditioning, but he wasn't the risk taker he once was. He'd watch it play out just a bit longer.

(glad to see nothing has changed. A thread is made, i join it, it dies within the week lol)

((-_- I'm working on it. My whole plot is in my friggin Linux file on the comp and I can;t acess it >_<

blame the computer. lol.))

ah, and here i thought it was because noone was ever on)