[imported_Horacio]

*Horacio and Ztoke listen on from the safety of the rooftop, as the peer through the skylight of the tavern*


I have seen that man before in drawings from withing ancient texts...He is no magician with smoke tricks.

*Horacio glances at Ztoke, only to see the fury in his face*

...Even though you are half orc...you are also half human...Do not try to find blackthorn on your own...

Perhaps we can try to arrange a meeting with that mysterious smoked figure, and we can learn more of blackthonrs plans...What do you think Ztoke?

*Raindrops begin to fall from the black sky*

Rain....I hate rain...I should leave..I will be in contact soon....Farewell...

*Horacio stands up, spreads open his black, scarred wings, and flys off into the night sky*

*Ztoke watches Horacio fly away..*

All of a sudden the fighter known as Ztoke decides to scream one last message to Horacio before he has gotten too far away: "I will be careful, thank you for your advice my daemon ally. Yes another meeting with the mysterious smoked figure could be a good idea!"

*Horacio disapears into the black night sky..*

- So.. Blackthorne is back.. Even though I was hoping to get a chance to fight him I was not prepared for him to arrive this soon.. this will be hard even for me. I better seek some allys such as the daemon.. and perhaps the skeletal knight..

- I can feel the darkness falling over this town.. I better head home. I shall return to look for my allys tomorrow.. and hopefully Blackthorne won't arrive until we are ready to fight back.. I have a feeling that this is the beginning of a very important adventure..

*Ztoke disapears back into the darkness where he came from.. the only thing that can be heard now is the wind.. and three small words whispered in the darkness.. Kal Ort Por.*

*Fable, the young warrior coming from an almost extinct non human, but still human race enters the blue moon in*
"One bottle of ale, my dear bartender" he sais.
-here ye' go mate.
"bartender, heard any rumors"?
- Well. there is this rumor ive heard some drunkies talk about.. but i dont believe this story.
"please, tell me."
- allright, but this may not sound like a song in your ears.
"allright, i can handle it"
- these people claim Lord Blackthorne is to come back..
" Blackthorne?!?" the scum who slaughtered my people... would be nice to avenge my poor brother who died trying to defend me..
- aye but I must warn thee.. if these rumors are true, u have to train even further. ive seen your skills in combat young one. you posess great power and you can handle magic wisely. but i'm afraid thou must surpass your knowlegde and become stronger and better in all ways.
" I see..."
-My friend, the bottle of ale costs five gold coins, please.
"here you go."
- Dear customer, u said something about that Blackthorne has slaughtered your "people" can u please clarify this to me?
" Don't mind if i do. I come from a race, not an elf nor a human, but something between.. but my people are born with great potential of magic and combat skills and we learn fast and advance four times faster than the smartest of humans.. however we dont die, and stay dead. we resurrect and we get stronger for every resurrection. however we may have a low temper.. strangely i dont."
- I see.. now go my young fellow.. go and train and prepare. Farewell.
good bye.
*Kal Ort Por*
* Fable disappeared*

Lets Begin Shall We?