The scent of blood, You can smell goblins from afar

[Ogden]

He stood perched upon the tree level fortress in a squat, holding his bow in one hand by his side, ready to draw at any instance. That is what he had been taught throughout the months of patrolling the boarders, it had once almost cost him his life. Once he refused to stand poised, and fire at those who required it, deservingly, an earthen ally drew his bow and not only shot the boarder intruder, but also Ogdan himself. The arrow went deep into his shoulder; there was a scar still there to prove it. Ogdan looked down at his shoulder running his finger down rather large scar from the arrow. Fur refused to grow there, and that was the one thing which constantly reminded him of the incident, which he vowed to never let happen again. Suddenly his ears perked up, he couldn’t believe that he allowed anything to become so close as to have him hear it, he cursed under his breath realizing that once again it was the scar which had distracted him. Sniffing the air briefly to gather the general direction of the fool whom dared to sneak up on him, he realized that he was still a ways off. Wait no, as he listened more intently, not he, they. He heard multiple footsteps, like that of a small band of warriors, or perhaps a few lost travelers. Or perhaps, which he hoped most, perhaps it would be a band of merchants and caravans; he ached for nothing more than a few coin pieces, and a bit more equipment.
As the band drew nearer to the boarder he could finally sense it, he smelled four men, but heard five, ready to draw his bow and drive an arrow deep into the chest of one of the violators, he decided to choose against it. Though against forest laws, he would allow them to continue into the forest a bit, then he would have no problem slaughtering, and looting them. Besides, he couldn’t afford to make a mistake such as not realizing how many, such as five and not four warriors. As they placed foot on the forest ground both senses agreed, they were about in the range of his sight, and he concluded that there were four goblins, and what appeared to be the outline of a human. Remaining continuously silent, and still, he let his bow silently drop to the tree limb; he was now more focused than he had previously been. This was his first true hunt, and he would not fail. Remaining ever so focused he began channeling his energy into his forest creatures, calling to them through his mind, hoping one would be near enough to gather the information. Sure enough not more than a few minutes later a rather large snake appeared at the base of his tree. It hissed at him a bit angrily for disturbing his peaceful sleep. Connecting with the snake once again, they both agreed that it needed to be done, and that the snake should get close enough to truly sense how many enemies would have their blood spilled today. The snake slithered close to his newest prey; surely it agreed there were only five foolish enough to wander in the earthen realm. Ogdan was able to read the mind of the snake and now new that he had been correct, he tried calling the snake back, but it would have none of that. Once the fools were a mere ten feet from the base of Ogdan’s tree, the snake made his move. It slithered behind what appeared to be the scout of the group, and sunk its teeth deep into the goblin’s heel. The goblin let out a rather loud yelp, for such a small snake bite. Quickly the snake then slithered away. Ogdan smirked at the snake, for it had done exactly what he wanted, no matter how mad it was. Soon the four other burst through the dense vines expecting to come upon a dead comrade. As the snake bitten goblin stood there, staring back at the others, clearly confused at what had bitten him, he shook his head and began to walk away. The four others began their jeers and began spitting upon him. Frustrated the goblin drew what appeared to be a rather poorly made short sword, getting poised with shield in hand, he let out a rather fierce and loud grunt. Observing this Ogdan just smiled and realized he wouldn’t have much work to do, they would take care of it themselves.
The goblin charged at one of his counterparts, and seemingly quickly, drove his sword into the thigh of his insulting goblin comrade. Clearly being stronger, and furious from now being stabbed, the goblin drew an axe from his side, grabbed hold of the insulted goblins arm, and sliced it clean off at the elbow. He clutched at his non-existing arm, and dropped to one knee. Ready to deliver the finale below which the other so deserved, he raised his axe, but was quickly grabbed by the more sensible human companion. The human then grabbed the sword clearly protruding from the leg of his goblin friend, and ripped it out of his leg. After handing it back to armless goblin he then pointed forward, and mumbled something which few could hear. Again they were on the move. But this time the scout was in front, followed by only three followers, and finally the lager that was stabbed in the leg.
Now they shall feel the sting of the forest. Ogdan thought as he slowly descended from his perch. Staying close to the ground, in a near squatting walk, he drew nearer and nearer to the lagging goblin. He was within a mere two feet before he struck. Drawing his hand blade in his right arm, he delivered a kick to the back of the goblins strong knee cap. Automatically the goblin fell to the ground on his knees, his bloodied leg unable to hold his weight. Before much could be said, Ogdan pulled his blade clean across the throat of the goblin, causing blood to come pouring from the wound. As the goblin collapsed backwards upon his back, Ogdan quickly cleaned his blade a bit, sheathed it and drew his hand axe. He raised it high into the sky and came down with a blow that could pierce plate armor. It had no problem decapitating the over-killed goblin. Picking up the goblin’s head, he tucked it under his cape, and slowly began to climb the tree which was now in front of him. He was nearly to the top branches when he heard the shouts and grunts of the fallen goblins counterparts.
Quickly he dashed to the nearest branch, and stood poised, on one knee. The enemies were now gathered around the decapitated body, peering intently into both the forest and at the body. Ogdan quickly drew his bow and an arrow from his quiver, as he drew back his string he had finally chosen his next victim. A stray and rather unintelligent goblin, yes unintelligent even for a goblin, had wandered under the tree of which Ogdan was now perched upon. He let loose and arrow driving it directly into the top of the goblins head, followed by another, puncturing his chest. Though his arrows were tipped of sharpened wood, the force was devastating. The goblin now lay slumped against the tree, no movement or breathing.
It was now time for what Ogdan did best. He let out a bellowing howl, like that of a wolf. It echoed through the forest, few cities would be unable to hear it. Glancing upon the trees, all three of the fools had finally spotted him. The human drew a bow of yew, and laced it with an arrow. However as he released it, Ogdan had already left his spot and descended to the floor the forest. At this time both goblins began there charge at him, a bit hesitantly was the one-armed goblin. Ogdan drew his hand blades for both hands, and got into a fighting stance, making fists with his hands, which caused the blades to stick straighter up. As the first goblin came upon him with a drawn bastard sword, he made a stabbing motion, hoping to catch Ogdan off guard. However, he had no problem dodging it; he ducked beneath it, and rolled between the goblins legs. He popped up behind the goblin humanoid, crossed his blades, and arms, and then closed them like scissors upon the back of the goblins neck, clearing him of his excess weight from the shoulders up. At this time the second goblin was making a move to come down with his sword upon Ogdan’s head. Skillfully, and rather easily, Ogdan dodged to the side, and delivered an uppercut, which launched his blade into, and through the bottom the goblins jaw and going up into the eye area. Impressively the human had drawn his bow again and let one fly. Turning quickly Ogdan held the goblin out in front of him, as the arrow pierced the skin of the goblin easily, striking it directly in the heart.
Ogdan pushed the goblin off his blade, slowing stepping on the chest of the fowl beast, he continued towards the human. Quickly the human dropped his bow and began to reach for his dual wielding weapons. This was the battle Ogdan had been waiting for…

[Ceibe]

Ceibe watched as the being destroyed the beings with not hesitations. This was a true warrior, none of those weaklings who have over taken the world but one that would rather bring his enemies to their knees before him before he ever thought of negoitating. He thought more on how the gods made peace then individuals. He wanted to fight but yet there was no more wars to fight in so he was left to hunt down any fight he could have. He had been traveling from nation to nation killing those he saw as unworthy to live and his said journey had brought him to Akamu where he had snuck into the nation early the day before. He had traveled the whole day yesterday and for part of the day today before he ahd come upon a being sluaghtering pathetic orcs and only had one human left to kill. Ceibe had not seen the human fight yet but from what he saw of the strange being he knew the human had little chance of survival.

Ceibe slowly walked out of his hiding place if you could call it that. He didn't really care if he had been seen but he wanted to observe. As he walked towards the being and the human he waited for the being to kill the human. This human he figured did not deserve the life he had been given for if any joined with a band of orcs they must be as foolish as the orcs that joined with. Fools needed to die. Most were fools in Ceibe's eyes though. He saw any that any who could not fight as weak and foolish, any who did not wish to fight their enemy was also a fool, and most of all any that would wish harm to the nation of Chath these being the fools he gets the most enjoyment out of killing that is why peace is something he hated for their was none of the such fools who had the guts to show themselves unless led by a commander. He had to rather seek them out for himself.

Ceibe grew close to the two that stood there and yet the killing blow had not been delt yet. Ceibe wondered if he would have to take down this human for himself. His sword breaker was already in his left hand as his right hand reached for his whip. The fire in his eyes began to burn brightly as he got closer and anticipated himself getting the chance to kill the human. Holding only the handle of the whip he swung it hard as to unravel it from the coiled position it sat in. As it uncoiled the whip became enveloped in fire as the loud crack of the whip could be heard the fire faded from the whip and the spikes that ran down the whip were evident. He would give the being some time before he took the matter of killing the human into his own hands. He stopped well out of range of any of their melee weapons and waited.

[Ogden]

Ogden tightened his blades to his hands locking them in place. He clenched his fists until finally his knuckles were white. Swaying left and right, bouncing up and down on his feet like a boxer, he held his left hand close to his face, while his right hung about chest level. He placed his left foot slightly in front of the right, and rid himself of the terrible burden of his cape. The human peered at him, snickering as he watched; it would be a matter of minutes if that, he thought. He slowly drew his blades from his side, and out rang a rather large hook sword in his left hand, which scrapped against his light weighted, but powerful Banshee sword in his right. He spread his feet, much like that of Ogdan’s, his left in front of his right. He held the hook sword out in front of his chest, like a shield, and he waved the Banshee over his head, but continuously having the point facing the Yinn. Finally the human broke the stalemate; he launched himself at the large warrior, catching him a bit off guard. He swung repeatedly with his Banshee sword, continuously cutting at the ranger’s head. Though Ogdan was a bit confused, and thrown off guard, he quickly regained his feet, and easily dodged the cuts of the human. He finally made his counter; Ogdan jabbed with his left hand, at the enemy’s chest, continuously pummeling the body armor of his new foe. Finally he found the opening; he spotted the gut of his newly found foe. He drove forward, turned his hips, got his whole body into the shot about to come, and cranked his right hand flying into the gut of the foolish Human. The Human arched his back, clearly from the force of the blow, and just stood there stunned. Ogdan grinned at the foolish human, and raised his right hand, to his face, ready to finish him.
He soon noticed however, that not only had the blade failed to draw blood, his blade had shattered on the humans hard, thick metal armor. A shot of pain went throughout the Yinn’s hand and arm. Realizing he was unharmed, the Human grinned at him, and quickly dropped to a knee. With a quick move, he caught the hook of the sword behind the Yinn’s legs, and swiftly pulled the legs out from under him. The Yinn fell backwards, onto his back, knocking the wind out of him slightly. As he fell the Yinn also made another fatal mistake, his left hand unclenched and he had dropped his only working blade. Realizing this, the Yinn warrior made a sudden scream, and a dark orb surrounded the two fighters. With in the bubble, the Human had made a blind stab, at where he believed the Yinn had still fallen. He plunged the Banshee deep into flesh, until he struck bone he could no longer break through.
The Yinn had cast an orb surrounding the fighters; never had he truly used the sense of sight in a battle. Understanding the movements of his foolish opponent, Ogdan tucked into a ball, and rolled backwards away from the Human. Quickly as he rolled, he reached back with his hand, and drew an arrow from the quiver on his back. As swiftly as a true wolf, he punched his fist upward slamming the arrow into the mouth, and through the throat of the warrior. To finish off his maneuver, he rolled onto his feet, and jumped upward, into a somersault, and laid his hands upon the Human’s head. He forcefully pushed down upon the man’s head, slamming it into the ground, and driving the arrow clear through his throat. He finally landed on his feet, and called the orb off.
Quickly, he drew a throwing axe, and fired it in the direction of the shadowed figure, off in the corner. Purposely he whizzed it next to head of the new being, which hit a tree merely inches away from the creature’s head. Next to Ogdan was a pool of blood which seeped out from throat of is newest victim. The Banshee sword driven into what the human thought was bone. However, truly it was a rather large stone. Breathing in and out, his chest rising and falling, Ogdan bent down, secured his fist blade onto his left hand, and slowly he drew from his thigh a weapon none had seen. It was a set of metal claws, large and thick, which he stuck his right through, buckled it onto his wrist, and also made a fist with that hand, causing the claws to stand more upward on his knuckles. He was now ready; the assassin blade had been secured on his left hand, while the soul claws on his right. He now awaited the shadowed figure’s move…

[Ceibe]

The blow that he had been waiting for came but the being struggled with his opponent for a little before he killed him. Did he overestimate this being or did he underestimate the human. He hoped that it was he overestimated the being though he firgured it was the other. He tryed to never underestimate an opponent or any warrior. The finishing blow did come and the human was dropped just as he had predicted. Maybe he had gone easy on him was the only reason Ceibe could think of for his incorrect judgement. Not only did he predict the skill of this opponent wrong but he did not expect the move he had pulled. Somehow he had created an orb of darkness around the two and at some point within that black orb he killed the human. He couldn't see what was happening within the orb when they fought but he could guess that it gave the being a great advantage over the human and that made the kill very easy for him. An orb like that would be a useful tool for anyone to master.

In an instant an axe came flying past Ceibe's head but he didn't move for he saw that it would miss, the being missed him on purpose he knew as well. The being then turned to Ceibe as if he was looking for a fight. Ceibe had not even been hostile to the man and he still wished for a fight. Ceibe wasn't one to back down from a fight though even if he didn't see the reason in it. He wasn't out to kill those who deserved the life they got and fought for everything that had but if one would be so risky to gamble their life he would play the hand just as them and the winner take it all. The fire in his eyes lit again as the fire within him sensed the coming battle and starved for it. His body began to crave for the fight as he felt the fire move throughout his body preparing him for the fight. His grip tightened on his whip and his swordbreaker as he prepared for the fight.

"So you wish a fight, but you are not prepared for the fight you will receive. I am no golbin you will find quickly." His voice was harsh as if the fire had spread to his very voice and the sound of the fire could be heard in his voice. He quickly snapped his whip to his left no where near the being as the whip extended and the spikes showed out the whole whip became enflamed as the loud snap of the whip rang out and the whip fell to the ground and the fire was lost off of the whip. He wanted to make this a quick fight and end it as quickly as possible and would use his advantage of range. He quickly swung his whip in hopes to wrap it around his leg and pull the leg out from under him. As the whip moved closer to his opponent the fire consumed the whip once again. If this worked his opponent would be on his back with his leg filled with holes from the spikes on the whip and burned from the fire.

[Ogden]

The arrogant human was clearly far too predictable. But possibly the biggest mistake of all, was the fact he decided to speak. Ogdan believed that cockiness, and taunting is the downfall of many. Most importantly to Ogdan however, was the fact that his ears could clearly pick up the different pitches, and distinctiveness of his voice, he would put it into the back of head for future conflicts, but for now he was far to busy to deal with a being like this. He would cause little harm to his home, not because he couldn’t, but because it was obvious the human was fighting merely to preserve his honor, not to destroy.
As the whip launched itself, with a crack, at Ogdan, he quickly began to back away, flipping swiftly backward, using back handsprings. His hands followed by feet, he continued jumping away. The whip was coming at him far quicker then he had ever imagined. But, Ogdan was merely buying his time. He had to think of something to stop this whip, and quick. As the whip followed his every move, he finally thought of it. Dropping down to his stomach, quickly he concentrated and began making noises in his throat. From out of the brush, and trees, a boar quickly launched himself between the whip and his master. The events which followed pained the Yinn just to merely watch it. The whip wrapped itself around the boar’s stomach, driving its spikes deep into the flesh of the animal. He howled in pain, and fright, unaware of why he was called, he now felt betrayed by the warrior. The whip constricted, and again the beast begged of him. Blood came pouring down the stomach, and side of the brave creature’s body. With one last howl the boar finally understood, while looking into the eyes of the warrior, he showed Ogdan, that he was willing, and truly understood. A burst of flames engulfed the boar, and once the whip returned to its master, the creature collapsed, burn marks covered the massive holes in the beast’s chest. Pools of blood littered the floor.
Ogdan turned the tears in his eyes into a hateful anger. Walking over to the beast he picked up his cape, and set it down covering the beast’s body. Again he cast his dark orb, this time only covering the beast’s body, and himself. He knelt down and removed the head of the beast with his wrist blade. He drew the goblin head from the cape and grabbed two green liquefied potions. He threw them into the necks of the beasts, causing them to shatter and leak inside the previously connected skulls. It was clear the human wouldn’t enter the Yinn’s orb, for he was a well trained warrior, and he was poised. Calling off the orb he still sensed the human was continuously in the same spot. He tossed the head of the boar striking the human in the foot; clearly it had caused no damage. Ogdan held the goblin head and also gave that a toss, aiming for the human’s chest for him to see the pain in the creature’s eyes as it died. Ogdan continued to wait for what the human would do, whether the head would be blocked or speared in mid-air, or if the human would choose another course of action. It was now the human’s decision.

[Ceibe]

The whip had snapped around the boar and as he pulled the whip off of it had spun it to the ground and as the beast painfully died. The being was lucky that the beast stood in the way but was it truly luck that put the boar in the way or did this being have some kind of control over the animals. Whatever the reason he kenew he would need to keep an eye out for some the animals about to join sides with the being against him. He brought his whip back to his side preparing for his next move. He didn't want to kill the being for he saw no reason to kill someone of strength. Those that he saw as weak all deserved to die but this being didn't appear to be weak to him. Where was the weakness in this being that he could exploit. He looked him over, the being had many tricks up his sleeve he figured and he would attempt to keep them all hidden until he needed them. Just how many tricks did he have though was the real question.

Just as the thought went through his head the being put his black orb up around him. What was he doing. He was trying to catch him off guard with something he figrued so he watched the orb closly keep the rest of his sense open to anything that may come at him from another direction or if he was trying to pull something. Suddenly out of the darkness a head came and hit right in front of Ciebe's foot. Ceibe merely lifte his left leg and it caught fire as he kicked the head into the jungle. A few seconds later though another head came flying out of the orb aimed right for Ciebe's chest. Ceibe sent his whip flying which with a great feat of skill caught the head in mid air a few feet away, his whip had caught fire again as he swung it, from Ciebe and he flung it burning aflame whip into a nearby tree.

"I thought you as a warrior before," He yelled at the black orb, "Now I see that you are only a coward like all who live in these jungles. You first hide behind the jungle, then behind the animals that live in it, and now behind and orb of darkness. Come out and face me and let our fates be judges the warrior's way." As Ceibe finished his sentence his whole body felt like it was on fire and raged filled him as he waited for his opponent's next move. He tryed to calm himself as to not go for the kill as he normally did when he was raged. He was succesfull in doing calming himself though he is a better fighter when reaged. His fighting is more chaotic but stronger and for the most part to chaotic for his enemy to follow.

[Ogden]

Ogdan snickered to himself. As the human clearly used all the stupidity he could muster, he set the heads aflame. The green liquid inside the heads slowly began to pour out greenish gas, which began surrounding the Human. Unsure what it was, the Human remained where he stood, even as the Yinn began snickering and smirking at him. It seemed to be only mere minutes, the Human finally collapsed. Making sure not to inhale the poisonous gas, the warrior drew the Human up from the ground, and slung him over his back. Slowly he walked over to the nearest tree, where he then dropped the lifeless corpse and began to climb up the study tree. Continuing to pull himself up, he eventually reached a study branch where he could perch himself upon, and see the lifeless body, but nearly be out of sight. Concentrating he relaxed his body upon the branch and began to call. Not first his plant friends, and then his animals. Swiftly the tree roots began to rise up, and pin the Human’s arms to the ground. Then the vines weaved themselves around and around the man’s legs, anchoring themselves into the ground and again overlapping the other vines. Finally a large branch bent down from a near tree and rested it upon the man’s throat, ready to collapse the man’s windpipe. He then called as far as he possibly could. He launched out to all the boars in the forest. Slowly they came around the tree, one by one, all snarling, and pounding the ground, ready for action.
A bit woozy from all the hard tasks, Ogdan knelt onto the branch, trying to regain his energy and breath. He waited for the foul Human to regain his consciousness. It took roughly an hour in the Human’s time for the man to regain his conscience. Sensing this the Yinn let out a below.
“You must now make a choice, poison is running through your lungs, slowly into your bloodstream, it will take days, months, possibly years for a grown creature like you to fall the to the power of the weak potions I gave you. But slowly you will become weaken, soon you will become fully conscience, but paralyzed, forever suffering. It is now your choice, you will either sacrifice your life for your honor, and I could kill you now. Or perhaps number two, take your chance ravaging the lands, searching for a cure, and causing ever such destruction, until one day, you cough up the blood which runs in your veins, and fall to the strength of the poison. Or I shall offer to help a strong beast like you; perhaps we would work well together, and help each other a bit. The choice is yours and yours alone, but make it quickly, for my boars hunger for revenge."

[Ceibe]

The fire consumed the heads and the gas poured out. It was like a green cloud that cosumed his body. He instantly realized his mistake but whenever he tryed to move out of the cloud his muscles did not respond. He cursed at himself as he lost his grip on his sword breaker and his whip. This wasn't how he wanted to go. He would have much rather have had that being put an arrow through his heart right now then to fall like this from a posion of all things. He hadn't axpected a posion, he always thought they were only used by members of the death nation and not one of earth. He foolish to think that and maybe that is why he must die for fools die like fools. He didn't dwell on these thoughts for long for the gas and lack of air made him very light headed and soon after his legs buckled under his weight. His body crashed to the ground and his vision became blurry as he looked up at the canopy of the jungle. The last thing he saw and what he thought would be the last thing he ever would was a snake eating some kind of rodent who was foolish enough to get to close.

The world went black around him. In his state of unconciousness but what he thought was death the master of his academy that he had killed in his trials came to him. He still looked like he did after Ceive had whipped him and burned his body leaving him scarred and on the verge of death to slowly die. Ceibe became very uneasy as his once master came towards him. He was scared of him now for some reason even though he was stronger then him, he was in life and he knew he would be in the afterlife but whenever he went to grab his whip it was missing from his side. As was his sword breaker. In fact he couldn't even move his arms or any part of his body for something was holding him down as his once master came towards him. The fire in his eyes burned brightly as did his master's. His master grabbed Ceibe by the neck with a burning hand just as Ceibe awoke from his dream.

Again he was staring up into the canopy of the jungle. He was slightly confused though of to what had happened. He tryed to stand but found that he was still constricted in the same way that he was in his dream. Maybe he was still in the dream but it had changed on him. As his eyes regained focus he saw the being he had been fighting with ealier over him. He knew this couldn't be a dream but was what he thought a dream really a dream. It had felt so real in fact he could still feel the fire on his neck. "I do not deserve an honorable death like the one you wish to grant me. I can only hope to redeem myself for my foolish mistake that should have been my death and if I fail I will wither and die the death I earned. You mistake may be offering to help me but that also may be the wiseest thing you ever have done. Only time will tell but I accept your offer and I only wonder how you think I am able to help you."

[Ogden]

Ogdan snickered at the Human's plea. He began to think, on second thought, it would probably benefit the yinn more to just crush him underneath the trees massive branches. Then the trees would be happy, the boars could feed upon the fresh flesh of a fallen hero, and he would be known all around for the slaughtering of a pestering human. As he played this scenario out in his mind, it seemed inevitable. Nothing could go wrong by the slaughtering of the beast; it would be satisfying for all to enjoy the death of this creature. It's true he gave the creature three choices, but realistically, Ogdan would either crush him now beneath the weight of the massive tree, and sick the boars to gore him. Or merely have him held here, eternally suffering from the poison running throughout his feeble system. Ogdan enjoyed the thought of that. He shivered slightly as he rested upon the mighty branch; it made him feel all chilled inside. The choice was clearly made up in his mind, but he preferred to watch the prey squirm and suffer. Giving him false hope before he was to be crushed. It brought great joy to him.
"Well I'm not positive, that's where you come in, what could you offer me Human?"

[Ceibe]

Ceibe looked about him and the boars that look for food. Such weak creatures that they must rely on this being for their food, he would hate to disappoint them though for even if this being decided to leave him here or something of the sort he would be forgetting that fire burns right through such vines as the oens the retrain him and boars aren't much of a fight. He would hope to not have to use this option though for he figured there was better ways out of this mistake he had made. He didn't want to be this man's enemy either for one main reason, if he had the posion then there was a good chance he had the antidote. At least for now he didn't want to be this being's enemy but the future looked bright.

What Ceibe had to offer was a tricky question though. Mainly due to the fact that he didn't know much of the being to understand what he was looking for. He thought of offering him something that he could truly not give him like the power over fire he had. He could not give this man such a skill for one main reason. You had to be born with it but such a lie would be unexpected and a very good offer to anyone for fire is a strong advantages in most battles giving not only a more powerful weapon but it is demoralizing watching somone have such a control over fire, watch as others fall to it and as the flames near you.

Even though fire was such a power force of persuasion he figured he would try something that he could really give first before pulling bluffing with a hand he didn't have. "What can I offer you. Power. Power that comes from fear. The power in which they only speak your name in a hushed voice. The power that as you walk through the streets of even Myrodin people will move out of your way in fear that to cross you would mean a painfully brutal death. That is what I have to offer." It was this fear that Ceibe lived to instill into others. It was a wonderful feeling indeed whenever he walked through Myrodin and the streets were empty which is much unlike the nation which is known to have the most crowded streets. There were two nations though that he didn't have this power though. The first being Chath for he wouldn't hurt the people he had fought to protect. The second being Elghinn for no matter how many you kill they will not fear you there. His fight wasn't really with the nation of death either for he killed those he saw as weak and any who are weak within Elghinn aren't let to live long by the nation.