Started with Sunrise, ended with Shimmering Moonlight

Author Note
This was made between me [Cullen] and Classic as a Private roleplay, now made into a Non-Canon Fanfic; Do enjoy reading, do note that some formatting is a bit off here and there, otherwise enjoy~

 Chapter 1: Companionship of the oddballs.
Beginning of a New 

Issac:*He has pet Lavo’s wings*

Lavo's whole body tenses up as her wings were petted. "!?!?!?"

Issac: aren't you rather tense?

“I'm... Not use to people just... Touching my wings... “ Lavo makes her wings become very small, easily cover by her hair at this point “...um... “

Issac: why not? i'm sure people bump into them all the time.

“I... Ensure they are too small to be easily bumped into... Only times people have touch them is when I use to block attacks.” Her ears perked and flicked, she blinks.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Issac: Oh, ok then. but I wonder why you have them? were you born with them or something?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo doesn't say anything for some time, her eyes having adverted to the ground as clearly she was thinking of how to word this “I... Wasn't born with them... I was.. 'Normal', someone with no power. I experience a near dear event involving a piece of a corruption crystal that... Embedded itself into my back; it, in a sense, became one with my very body and these wings appear. Able to adjust, move, and many other things, if I want them to.” She thinks about this “Does that... Make sense?” she asked, wondering if she worded it well or not.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Issac:actually yes, where i'm from things like your condition are all over my world. *he says before sitting down*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">“Huh, I am a bit surprise” Though her expression on her face says otherwise, there was a shine in her eyes that did give a hint of surprise. “Where I live, things like my condition are abnormal and... Feared by, but only where I live.” She cross her arms, her head tilts as she looks at Issac.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">It does explain how you can see my wings, though.“ Lavo nods her head quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Issac: Feared you say, well I guess some people can't understand what it would be like having your wings. And as for me seeing them, I honestly don't know how.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo waves her hand a bit. ”Ah, My wings are a rare case... Because the norm can't see them, they are invisible to the naked eye an lest one can see it due to magical reasons who technology. Though, it isn't hard to find the spot that the corruption crystal has embedded itself into, and became part of my spine.“ She close her eyes, before opening them to look at Issac “I'm not too troubled with people seeing my wings…”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Issac: Oh good. Well I actually I now have a proposition for you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo lifted one eyebrow as the other slightly furrowed with her eyelid as she seem a bit puzzled; an expression she seem to handle very well in showing. “ A... Proposition...?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Issac: Yes! a question, an offer, you know. anywho, I would like to ask if you would like some more adventure in your life?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she blinks* I kind of do that natural, I am a Supernatural Explorer after all; or that is a job I like to hold up as something that makes me travel around... What more could you add on top of that? *Her voice tuning to a hint of interest, as she was curious what else could be added onto what she does with her life.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Issac: Well, how would you like to join me and a a bunch of others as a soldier of the sun? I am actually the leader of that army, you see what we do is we explore other places in seek of friendship, and also to destroy darkness and such, so what do you say, there are a lot of people who you could meet, talk to, ect.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *Her eyes averted once more, seeming there was a note of conflict on her face before she close her eyes.* ... I say give me time to think this over... *Her wings slightly shift underneath her hair a bit, as she open her eyes and looks at Issac.* I like to give my thought onto the manner in more detail before I join anything...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Issac: ok.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo gives a soft sigh “This is mainly involving... Me, more-so than your order. I don't... Handle things like this very handle without clearly thinking of it.” She seem to keep herself calm though.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Issac: Well, why don't you think about this offer for a bit. Then when you're ready just tell me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo  nods a bit “I'll tell you when I am ready…”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Issac: ok. *he sits down and starts eating a sandwich.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo thinks about it, inhaling through her nose as her eyes close. Thinking as her tail flick.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Issac: wanna know what you can get if you join us?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">“... I guess.” Lavo nods when she said that.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Issac: well, if you join you will be given a set of armor, weather you wanna be a knight, pyromancer, sorcerer or a Harold is your choice. *he gets up* you will also be trained by a hero of the sun, and you shall train and be deployed to other worlds or combat the darkness of our world(s). Finally you have people to talk to. Everyone is welcome and being abnormal is normal there.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">She cross her arms a bit, thinking about this “... I don't handle armor well, it weighs me down, I've already gotten use to how I fight. Talking to people... is nice and all; but I am more into learning supernaturals…” she thinks quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Issac: oh, then I know just the two people to train with you. Also you train with a different type of magic, or miracles or pyromancies.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she blinks* I train with... *she pause a bit, before looking to her wings* A form of Corruption... *she mutters a bit.* Beside that, I just use a dagger and a crossbow. I rather read up on how I am going to do other things, seem to be doing well for me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Issac: oh, well, you could be a scribe and help us study all the monsters.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she sighs, thinking a bit*... Scribe huh... *she blinks, glancing away* Mm... I say allies then, I explore a lot naturally, I can just simple send over copies of what I have already research and done up to you and your people; I like to just have a sense of freedom that I can do what I want. But, being allies, that means you get to call on me for possibly things that you may have trouble with. I'll still be able to talk to you guys, but I'm not comfortable in being in large groups... *she honestly admits, sighing*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Issac: ok, fair enough, but why don't you enjoy large groups?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she slightly shrugs* It just... Well, I just feel very uncomfortable... It was just something I always had felt. *she gives a bit of a frown.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Issac: ok, anyways I will send my two good friends to your home with some materials and a sunstone. I hope you don't mind them stopping by.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Well, I'll be living in an apartment soon, not too far to find though; the Landlord of the apartment knows me. And two people should be fine to stop by to drop off said things for me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Issac: thank you, and I hope you treat them well. *he crushes a yellow stone and starts to fade away* cya later, and praise the sun!!

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom: 0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">- day gone by as Lavo was sitting in her apartment, clearly waiting. - '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she pace a bit as she thinks, though she then sits on the couch quietly.* I wonder what I got myself into... *she mutters to herself.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">It had started to rain and there is a knock on the door*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she glance over, before getting up and walking to the door as she opens it.* hello?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">A knight wearing Onion like armor is at the door, next to him is a echidna who looks around Lavo’ age*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Onion knight: ah, hello, terrible storm out there right? Anyways you must be madam Lavo, right?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Just... Call me Lavo, but yes, that is me. The storm isn't too terrible... Yet that is. *she lets them.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">The echidna: wow, so you really do have wings, cool.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Onion knight: Harold, that's rather rude to point things out like that.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she has a small sweatdrop, her wings folded comfortable up at this moment.* It's fine... *she goes to the couch, looking to them.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: anyways, my name is Siegmoar, and this is my student Harold. *he sits down in a chair*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold the echidna: hello.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she nods* Hello, Harold and Siegmoar. I am Lavo Price. *she sits on the couch, looking to them.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: hello. Now tell us, are you ready to study all these monster papers?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: oh boy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *her ears perked.* It is a raining day, smoothing for reading. So, of course.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: great! *he pulls out several stacks of papers and then a pencil and notebook and hands them to Lavo* we shall read and take notes, hopefully we can find things we may have missed over.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she nods, getting up though* I'll get something of my requick. *she goes to a different room, grabbing a pretty old book as she comes back, setting it next to her on the couch as she the looks at the stack of papers, as she takes them and set them on the coffee table and then takes the pencil and notebook.* Of course, to study and recheck is the important part when it comes to studying creatures and supernaturals.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: correct, now let's get down to business. *he takes a sheet and starts to read*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she has already taken a sheet and was reading, carefully as she reads and mouth it to herself as to detail it as much as she can in her mind.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: let's see... *as Lavo reads she learns about the horrors of Issac's home world, undead creatures, dragons, abominations beyond all comparison*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *However she was grinning; there were tales of undead, dragons, many other things in her own world- not the same of course, but she was bothered.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *soon Harold fell asleep, followed by Siegmoar, no wonder they couldn't properly study this. Then Lavo come across a page labeled, embers.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *She has stayed up, having written notes, very important one, under sections that were made of the creatures. She blinks at the labeled page.* Embers, huh? *she starts looking over the page.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Book: *the page talks about an artifact called an ember, what it does is that when it's broken it engulfs the user in warmth and gives them strength until death. They are powerful things.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo:.. Mm *she mark notes down for the artifact Ember, still going though; she didn't feel tired. Her eyes looked at Harold and Siegmoar slightly before returning to the papers.* Well, I get my work cut out for me, being a supernatural explorer.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Book: *the embers are found on some monsters and must be crushed in order to be used. Their power has no known bounds when it comes to power, when someone has high amounts of vigor, endurance and strength those will be boosted the most.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she just keeps writing notes about them as she keeps reading* Mmm... I might want to stay away from those; but it might be useful information for these guys, since they most likely use them... *she mumbles to herself.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Book: *on another page there is something labeled the dark sign. Next to it is a note.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Note: Dear Lavo, I trust that you have met the two heroes of the sun, now I want you to do something, I need you to search for the mythical embers of humanity, something that we have tracked down to your world. Please help us, this could help us prevent the abyss from taking over.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she blinks, her ears twitched as she reads the note once more over*... Huh, now why in my world? Only thing my world has are creatures that go bump at night... And folktales of other forms... *she mutters those, but she sighs* I am allies with them, so I might as well, right? *She huffed a sigh, but looks at the dark sign label* Mmmmm…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Book: what the dark sign is, is that it gives immorality, but at one cost, when they do die they return to life at a bonfire, when they do so they slowly lose their memory. Once they have died enough times the go mad and hollow, they attack others hoping to get the victims souls.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she blinks* Huh... Well then *She takes more notes before looking to her apartment window.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *she sees something tap the window* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *Her ears flicked, twitched. She then stands up after placing down the stuff she had gently onto the table, before having her right hand on the handle of her dirk as she walks to the window, her left hand opening the window.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: suddenly a girl flies through the window, but this girl had crow legs and wings and was wearing a bag* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">The crow: me, me, delivery! *she says as she pulls out a package and hands it to Lavo*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *She seems to relax, her right hand off the handle of her dirk as she takes the package* Thank you…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">The crow: *she does a salute and then flies away*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she goes and closes the window before carrying the package to the couch; sitting down to start opening it.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *Inside the box is a sword, a Talisman, a badge and a flask of some sort of yellow liquid* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she had a small sweatdrop, looking to the talisman first.* This sword won't be used... It'll see in my room though... *she mumbles to herself.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: There is also a letter. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Letter: Dear, Lavo, I couldn't get you a ally badge so I got the member badge, anywho, I recommend this sword, its imbedded with some magic that might fit your tastes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she huff* I can't use swords... *she grumbles as she read the letter, before taking the sword in her hand to look it over.*...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">sword: The sword is a fine but not known metal that is lightweight, have beautiful carvings and engravings on it and it feels like whenever she moves it that it feels rather natural to use.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she blinks* I'll keep it as a secondary weapon, should be good. *She place it with her dirk scabbard wise, before looking at the talisman now.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *the talisman is a white cloth with a sun painting on it, it feels warm to the touch and a little spark comes off it every now and then* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she just stays quietly, having the talisman tie to the sword nicely, before taking the badge and wondering what she'll do with it before taking the flask.* …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: put it on maybe? or just leave it in her pocket? '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she just put the badge in her pocket, now looking at the flask.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: The flask is green but a glowing yellow liquid is seen inside, the liquids warmth goes through the bottle. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she opens her bag to put the flash into one of the slots inside her bag; she doubt she'll ever drink it though*...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: ok. *soon Harold wakes up* '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: huh? Did I miss something?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she looks to Harold* Finished your nap? I gotten said items that was needed to be sent here, sadly it isn't anything marking me as an Ally, but it should work fine. Also gotten a lot of notes done, and most likely need to find the Embers of Humanity, since it seems they arrive to my world. So on. *She stretches once she set the packet aside, looking though the notebook.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Embers of humanity, I thought that was just a myth. *he says stretching*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Most things people think are myths, are honestly real. Just haven't looked in the right spots. *She set the notebook down as she looks to him.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: well, looks like we are going on an adventure then. *he stands up and tries to wake up Siegmoar, but he doesn't budge*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *She nods, adjusting the dirk and sword a bit, then checks her bolts; both silver tip and normal tip. She sighs.* Yea, seem to. *she looks to Siegmoar* Heavy sleeper…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: yep, and he never wakes up when we need him too, he can be woken up,it's just the only way we know how is to hit him over the head.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she huffs in a form of annoyances, her wings folding up as she shakes her head*... Ah... Well, if you need to, just... Don't break any of my items.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: actually, I was gonna ask if you could find a way?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Mmm? Have you try pepper under the nose?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: good idea, I haven't tried that before.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Hold on, let me get the pepper first. *she goes into her kitchen to get the pepper shaker before walking back to the living room to walk over to Siegmoar, she the starts holding it to where Siegmoar's nose is and fans a bit with her hand to get the pepper scent to reach the nose.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: Ah, AH, AAAHHH! CHOOOOOOOO. *the sneeze was so powerful that it blew whatever was in front of him including Harold and Lavo right at the wall, Harold cushions Lavo from hitting a chair*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *her wings would have cushion her being anyway, she gotten off of Harold.* That seems to work quite well. *She looks to Harold.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: why yes, yes it did. *he falls over*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: what in blazes just happened?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: You’re waking up. *she clears her throats.* Anyway, It seems while I was making notes of all the creatures and stuff, that I, or really we, need to find Embers of Humanity, seem they have gotten into my world kind of thing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: embers of humanity? I thought that was just a myth.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: That's what I said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: well, no matter, it's an adventure we shall go on!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she sighs, nodding* Yes, An Adventure among my dull, normal world. *she sighs.* Since the norm can't see things like spirits and all that.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: well, it doesn't matter, I say we do it, let us go! *he jumps up and then trips over some papers*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she sighs, she goes and starts stacking the papers into two piles on the coffee table; ones that haven't been looked at and the other pile was of papers that were looked at already.* Now let us be off to this Adventure of ours. *she goes to her Apartment door, opening it before she stood out of the way for them.* Guests go first.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: why thank you. *he straps outside while Harold takes the door*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: ladies first.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she looks at Harold, blinking* But, you are my guest, Harold. Guests always go before their host; beside, I have to lock the door anyway.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: oh, ok. *he steps outside and waits*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she steps out, closing the door behind her and then locks it with her apartment keys, putting the keys into her bag. She starts walking down some steps, down a hallway pass some Apartment rooms; it was an Apartment Complex after all. She stops to look at the two for a bit.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: they follow and meet her where she down there <span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black">.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">They were standing outside the Apartment Complex now, a bit breezy yet not too much of a problem*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she nods, her ears perked and listening.* Alright, Best we just roam around; it isn't like there are set points that would be ideal for what we are looking for... Well, Beside wherever the creatures that hold them are at.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: well, come along then, let us go onward to adventure. *Siegmoar said as he marched off in a random direction.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: oh boy here we go.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo:... His going down the path of what you call 'Market' place; it's where most Shops are at. *she walks after Siegmoar* Pawn Shops, Clothing shops, many other shop fronts. So on.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: such a peaceful little town this is, I can't wait to meet the people soon.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Sir, I think we should instead worry about the item we are after, perhaps later sir.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she blinks* Most of these people just like to go on their day; The most people I know is involving a Café not too far from the Apartment Complex, and the LandLord himself; So, yea, might not get to meet all the people in this town due to their jobs and social lives. *She huffs a bit as she looks around.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: "aw, such a shame." Siegmoar says. "oh well, I guess we can't really interfere with others daily lives." he then says. "But not to worry, we still have you to talk too, in fact I should tell you a few adventuring tales." He adds. *he then walks towards the edge of town. "by my theory I think that the embers of humanity should be in the wilderness." he says.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Oh dear, Miss Lavo, you better not fall asleep quickly, these stories last a LONG time.. *he says before he pulls out a pair of headphones and puts them on*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she looks to Harold* I don't fall asleep that easily Harold, I can deal with stories. I was the one who stays up while reading the papers after all. *she looks to Siegmoar, ears perked* I'm listening.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: oh goodie! *he then starts telling a story about how he single handed my defeated a horde of robotniks forces*

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom: 0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">- Time pass by as they were walking through the wilderness, It seem peaceful for the moment- 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *Her ears were still perked, having gotten to the end of Siegmoar's story, she nodded.* Very Interesting.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: really? Well there is a lot more where that came from. *he then starts telling another tale about how he led an attack on one of robotnik's stronghold*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she listened, but her ears twitched and shift, knowing they were out in the wilderness, quite far from town. So, she started to come aware as both ears perked to listen for anything as she kept listening.* Mmm..

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: and that's how I saved the innocent minivans. Ahh, this world might be one of my favorites, it's peaceful with a side of action thrown in.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she nods* Yes, depends on the action you get too... *she blinks* Mmm... But the wilderness is a bit too quiet, normally I hear sounds of animals; and my hearing is really good... *her ears twitched, she wonder if it was because the animals could sense them, but birds would normally sing at times... Maybe she didn't hear them when they were singing.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: there is something watching them, something... not of this world... it watches, hungry for the travelers souls. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Ah... I think our search is finally at a close. *Her eyes glances around, her ears twitching.* Because a creature is watching us. *she had stop walking, her ears twitching.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: we are being watched. *he says as they approach a odd looking cave.* now, this should be where it is.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: ok, who goes first? *he says while backing up behind Lavo.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she huffed a sigh, drawing her dirk, the blade glows a semi-purplish glow* I will then. *She towards the odd looking cave, her wings spread open as they became normal size.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: come along Harold. *he and Harold follow closely*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she walks into the dark cave, glancing around as her ears perked, listening. *

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: look out! *he pulls her back as spikes come out from the roof and almost hit Lavo*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she blinks, her wings have already been shift to where they were covering Lavo's head and everything.* I could easily block them... They are spikes, not lasers... *she mumbles.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: you can never be too careful my dear friend. I shall take the lead and keep a look out. *he then passes Lavo*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: my teacher always does this kind of thing. You get used to it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she huffs a sigh, her eyes closed a bit before opening her eyes once more* ...Very Well... *She follows after Siegmoar.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: no worries, with my trust shield I can protect us from anything! Why not discuss things with Harold madam Lavo.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *a arrow comes out of the wall and hits his small round shield* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she glances to Harold, her wings still shifted themselves to shield her person just in case.* Mmm…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: soooo, how are you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: I'm fine... *she replied without a second thought*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: ok, how is life treating you so far?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Perfectly fine. *she blinks* You?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: well, I mean, I'm with my new friend, that's great right? *He seems nervous about something* anyways, this was a neat little adventure. Just wait till we see these embers of humanity.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo:Mmm... Clearly you are nervous about something. *Her ears perks.* But, true...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: um.. oh yeah it's nothing, anyways we seem to be near the end. *they all approach a giant door*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: guys, give me a hand with this. *he and Harold start pushing*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she did a quick scan of the area to see if there was levels or what not, before going over to help them.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *they all open the door to reveal a large room with old treasures and a smaller door on the other side* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: A Treasure room?... *she felt a bit uneasy about this as she looks around and then stares at the smaller door.*...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: No, it can't be. *he walks in*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *as they walk in the room the door slams sut on them and the room grows a little darker.* 

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<span style="font-size:16.0pt; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black">Encounter of the King Mimic
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar and Harold: oh no.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *She huffs, her wings wrapping around her a bit to give some protection to her person as her ears perked, relying on her other senses at this moment.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *Suddenly a large chest hops onto the center of the room* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">???: OPEN IT!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she blinks, glancing to Siegmoar and Harold.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *Siegmoar and Harold don't budge, they seemed terrified of the large chest* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she huffs a sigh* If death deem it to be my time, then so be it. *Her eyes narrowed slightly towards the Large chest as she walks over casually to open it.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *an arm reaches out of the chest and swats her away, then another amr appears and legs spring out of the bottom, and the chest opens revealing tons of teeth, gold spews out of the mouth but its molten gold* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: it's the king mimic!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she was swatted away, however her wings unwrapped and start flapping as she takes flight into the air to keep herself from slamming into a wall. Due to movement though, she did land slightly against one of the walls as she was flying.* Hmph.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: I Siegmoar if caterina, shall vanquish thee! *he runs right at the giant mimic*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I got your guys back! *he pulls out a crossbow and shoots at the legs with barbed arrows*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo:Hmph... *She leaps off the wall as she flap her wings, flying towards the giant mimic, holding her dirk in her right hand as making sure it is cover with her corruption aura.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: the mimic let's out a haunting chuckle as it grabs Siegmoar and is about to eat him as the onion knight desperately tries to escape* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Siegmoar no!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: just a minor setback guys! I will be out in a jiffy!!! *he says as he uses his large sword to hit the king mimic's arm*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *She fold her wings up a bit, driving down towards the elbow of the arm that held Siegmoar, She was going to use the driving speed to aid in her swing of her aura corrupted Dirk at the elbow of the arm.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *the mimic lets out a haunting cry and drops Siegmoar, then gets ahold of Lavo, crippling one of her wings.* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: No! *to the mimic* you foul beast, unhand our friend! *he starts hitting its legs*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: no, I'm not losing another friend to a mimic! *he takes careful aim at its head*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she growls, wincing a bit before she open her mouth to bite down hard on the Mimic's hand.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *the mimic responded with an angry crush, and she it felt like Lavo was about to pop, it let's go, it then puts both hand she in its chest like mouth and screams in pain, fire can be seen inside its mouth* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I got ya! *Harold runs underneath Lavo to catch her*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *She didn't really respond much, so it wasn't hard for Harold to catch her; though the crippled wing started to slowly fix itself.* Thanks…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *blushed slightly as he sets her down carefully* uh.. your welcome.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *the king mimic falls dead next to them as molten goal posts out of its mouth and then solidifies* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: We did it! Thank you for rescuing me madam Lavo.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she nods to Siegmoar and Harold* ... Teamwork is needed after all... *It was a bit harder for her to say that, but even she knew deep down that is important.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: ah yes, that she why we are here, for jolly cooperation. Also I think my apprentice has taken a liking to you. *he then lets out a hearty laugh*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: SIR! *his face is red*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she closed her eyes a bit, nodding slowly.* Very well…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: ok then, I'm gonna have a look around, you two talk about... things. *he walks away*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he is frozen with embarrassment and fear*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she watches Siegmoar walk away, she glance to Harold* Relax... *she mumbles a bit.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he snaps back into reality* What? Oh yes... um, so.. what do you wanna talk about? *he sits down next to some still molten gold, it's warm to sit near*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she only shrugs* I'm not one to start conversations. *Her eyes close as her arms were crossed. Her wings seem to have return normal.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: oh, ok then, well do... you like me? *he seems nervous upon asking that*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo:... *she glance to Harold* I don't find you annoying. *she stated calmly* However, emotions isn't one thing I'm used to or good at expressing…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: why?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Corruption can be the death of a person; physically or mentally. *Her tone was serious now.* Corruption is the sickness of the mind. I have to balance to stay sane, I rather not be like someone I use to know.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: what happened to that person? If you don't mind me asking.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: She was also hit just like me... She gone completely insane and wanted to kill; almost like an animal... *She said in a very cold, low tone.* That's what happen to her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: so, she went hollow, wow, i'm sorry for the loss.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Hmph... It wasn't really loss; We had already cut our ties from each other before the events happen... *she mumbles a bit darkly at that statement.* No point in staying in the past…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Miss lavo, I believe you need to not worry about what happened, when things like this happen I pay my respects, and then move on, you should do the same and find someone to talk to. *he stands up and puts a hand on her shoulder* Cause any emotion you have pent up inside will kill you, I suggest you let it all out, in any way you feel comfortable with.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo:... *she was about to speak, but she stop herself.*... I don't believe you understand what I meant by that... Though anyone would be happy about that speech. *she closed her eyes.* I explain 'Why' it is hard for me to express emotions... It is to tame and keep control the very thing inside of me, Corruption. If I had pent up emotions, I would like my friend, insane and murderous. *she closed her eyes* I killed her, in a form of mercy for her so you can say. *she open her eyes once more* This form of corruption is not kind. But, that doesn't mean I don't have friends

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold. *she stated calmly.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Oh, I understand now. *he sits back down at the small bonfire and a few minutes pass* Madam Lavo, have you ever felt the warmth of a bonfire?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo:... Somewhat, Me and my family use to do gatherings with family friends... I never gotten close to Bonfires, I was pretty young back then, so it was wise for someone of my age at the time to not get close... I was a bit clumsy. *She blinks, looking to the small Bonfire* Otherwise, I never really gone to anything involve bonfires an lest my job demands me to.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: oh, well would you like to feel its warmth? I can tell you it's perfectly safe. *he waves his hand right above the flame and doesn't even flinch* These fires are like magic, they are little beacons for the lost.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she blinks* Like Magic, huh...? *she just sits down next to it* Interesting…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: yeah, they provide much comfort for people like me and Siegmoar.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *the fire soon grows and dances around Lavo and Harold and it feels like she is in her own home, a sense of happiness fills her* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">

<span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Comfort, friends and home.
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *She sighs quietly, just staying quiet at this point to remember of her parents back at their home and then the apartment she lives in*...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *the fire brings back memories as it burns, she even feels a little corruption clear up and provides more happiness* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *Mainly her memories of home was just her with her parents; nothing really of friends or anything like that.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: The fire burns our sorrows away, it gives us hope and the will to go on, in a way it's like the sun. *he moves his hand into the fire and moves it around* it's a beacon of hope.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she open her eyes* Mmm... I see... *she only nods quietly.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *Harold smiles and pulls out a pile of ash and puts it in the fire, the estus flask lavo took with her glows and the flame grows brighter* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: You have an estus? Good for you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *blinks* Oh? That came in a package along with a sword, a talisman, badge and a Letter. *she shrugs a bit.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: have you drank it yet? Cause I can assure you they are delicious. *he pulls out a flask of his own and takes a sip*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: They both notice that they are a little closer than they were before. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she blinks* No, I haven't really drank it... *she pulled it out of her side bag, looking at it*...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *it glows a bright yellow and is warm to the touch* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she stares at the flask, blinking*...Mmm....

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: try it, I promise it's good.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo:... I'm not sure... My body isn't that of a normal person to be honest... *She looks to Harold.* I'm not sure if the effects will be the same, is all.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: hey, you don't have to if you don't want too, I just think you would enjoy estus. *he lays on his back*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *The sun starts setting, the sky can be seen getting dark through a few holes in the roof* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she looks to it*... I'll just give it a test... *she open it and takes a sip; She'll just have to see what the corruption in her body will do* If it is like holy water, then... Will, it be like poison and my body will reject it completely…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *the estus goes down, it does taste good, but it's not holy, and the wing that was crippled from earlier is completely fixed after that one sip* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she didn't completely like the taste of things that 'heal' her... It just had a semi-bad after taste.* Mmm…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: really? hmm, well those things save life, I once saw Issac get a arrow in his head and a sip of estus patched him up like it was nothing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Don't get me wrong, it fix up my bruising...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: The moon is full as it shines down on the two. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Ok, *he looks up* Hey, check out the moon, its full.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she nods, looking up to it* So it's Moonlight could cast down as a form of light... So they don't lose their way in the night till the sunrise..." She slightly mumbles, blinking.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: it's rather beautiful isn't it? such a wonderful glow on a silver like surface. *he lays on his back* Like a sun, A beacon for the lost.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Yet, unlike the Sun... It can also go dark... *She just stares at the moon, sitting.* But, it is a beacon of hope nonetheless…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: true, for those who chose to be a blade of the dark moon, or to those who enjoy the night time, it is. I do enjoy the night, it's so... *he sighs* peaceful. No matter what the moon looks like.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: the moon's glow, the fire's warmth and the company of a friend causes there to be a strange atmosphere.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she only stay quietly, staring at the moon as her eyes go half-lidded almost.* Many folktales and stories of myths in my world spoke of horror creatures of the night... Vampires, Werewolves, and many many other things. *she quietly states.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he smirks* hmm, those are things we deal with a lot at home. *he gets a little closer to Lavo*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she stares at the moon* They are only myths, or so people believe, in this world. However, My job is to see them all.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: heh, lucky you, you get to do all sorts of these adventures. I just follow my mentor as we travel for friendship, not exploration. *he rest his head on his hands*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo:Mmm... Most of my Adventures are really just me doing jobs honestly....

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: like normal working jobs? Or is it like a monster hunting job?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Neither. *She looks to Harold, blinking* I'm a Supernatural Explorer. My jobs are like a work of someone searching for the possibly answers; and at times, yes, it ends up me fighting said supernatural creatures, only because they either attack me or are harmful to my client. *she blinks*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: oh, that's really cool. I wish I could join you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she closed her eyes* I normally work alone due to how I mostly work; but I guess you can join me if I can any real serious ones…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: great! I will see if Issac will also allow me. *he seems joyful*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she open her eyes, her ears perked slightly*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: hopefully they will. *he yawns* anyways, I think we should get some rest right now.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: They both feel tired. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she was normally more restless; not caring for how close her and Harold was; this restless and tired-less side of her being that she was an artist and someone who just refuse to sleep at times.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: tell me, do you dream?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: To be blunt... No, not really. *she stares at the moon* My mind is always thinking, always piecing something together... It is too busy to form dreams for me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: oh, well what are you trying to piece together l? Something from your past? Something part of your job? What is it?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Anything and everything. *her eyes stare at the moon* It could be about my job, it could be about me, it could be something I can put to paper as a form of art; anything... And yet everything; Everywhere, mystery is a thing that can't not be so easily found, and it may even sit in front of us that no one knows; those that look too deep will miss it and those that don't look at all won't ever find it... *Her eyes closed* You should honestly sleep... *she mumbles*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Not yet, you should rest first. But anyways you're right, no one can find a true answer unless they try to look, so what's that main answer you are trying to seek? I will tell you mine if you tell me yours. *he smiles*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she blinks, lifting an eyebrow* It isn't a single main answer; and because I haven't found it, I can't tell. It's a Mystery after all.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he chuckles* good point, anyways, why don't we just both go to sleep? *he lays down and gives Lavo his helmet to use as a pillow*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she shakes her head a bit* I don't sleep much; It is normally my pattern…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: at least try, it would help. *he lays her down and lays next to her* I mean, what harm could a little extra sleep do you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Destroy my sleeping Pattern... *she stated calmly, just laying* I'm a night owl, we don't sleep well…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: alright, well I'm gonna sleep now, goodnight madam Lavo. *he soon falls asleep*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she just stares up at the moon quietly, stretching her wings out carefully as one of them just fallen over Harold carefully.* Mm

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *Harold uses the wing like a blanket and cuddles up to her in his sleep* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she just honestly stays silent and still, staring up at the moon as she starts just softly humming.*....

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: the wind blows and Lavo could have sworn she heard the following: which is gonna take over first Lavo? Her colder side? Or the Lavo she never knew? '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she huff a bit coldly at the wind.* You mean my corruption side or the emotional side I'm slowly piecing back together... *she mumbles as her eyes narrowed slightly at the moon.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *the wind just blows one more time* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Wind: exactly, so find out which side is gonna stay for good.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *her eyes narrowed a bit more* You don't know me. *she suddenly stated coldly* The corruption side can't vanished, because I'll die. But, my emotional side is the source of me, so if it is gone... I'll just be a puppet. *she seem very clearly knew a lot more about her own breathing being.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *the wind no longer answers, the only noise that's but heard are the bonfire and Harold's soft snoring* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *huff in a form of annoyance* Stay out of my business... *She grumbles, laying down as she stares at the moon*... I like to live and take care of those around me... *she mutters softly to herself, closing her eyes* Right... My younger self? *she mumbles a bit more; knowing that though she did dream, she did have chats with the far more emotional side of herself; a form of inner talk.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *the next day Harold was still under Lavo's wing, Siegmoar had returned from exploring and was making soup* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she had started waking up, but she doesn't move since her wing was still a blanket to Harold*....

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: morning, how was tourney rest?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo:. . . It's fine. *she doesn't move honestly.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: well, I see you and Harold had done some friendly bonding, and in the words of the high priestess: don't you two look cute together? *he laughs and starts eating a bowl of soup*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she only huff at Siegmoar; but it wasn't negative as her cheeks slightly reddened- it was a natural reaction of just the body* ...Right…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: anyways here. *he slides over a bowl of tomato soup* eat up, we still got a day ahead of us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *somewhat sits up, due to one of her wings being a blanket as she takes the soup, just eating*...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: your heart is tainted, why is that?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: It isn't my heart... But my whole body. *she calmly stated, eating quietly* The corruption that is in my blood, which tainted all that my blood flows. Yet, it is the very thing that kept me alive.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: how can it keep you alive? It sounds like something that would have killed you already.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she looks to Siegmoar* It had shattered part of my spine when it hit me, but instead of letting me die... It made its crystal-form as a part of my spine as the rest of it alter my body to survive and work with my body... Instead of trying to drive me into insanity as it did to someone I knew. This corruption gave me these wings, it gave me a form of understand of supernatural and to be no longer blind like those that shame such things... Without it, I would not be here... Slowly, but surely, I will be both 'normal' yet abnormal. *she looks to the bowl.* Someone who can balance out their emotions and the Corruption inside; so to then be able to understand not only spiritual and supernatural... But finally to understand emotions once more. It will take years though. *she mutters a bit.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: oh... I'm sorry about that, but don't give up, I'm sure you will be normal again soon enough, but tell me, why was it when the corruption came that you had to give up all emotions?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: This form of corruption doesn't handle well with emotions; emotions empowers it and so the wielder or user that is not natural born with corruption can slowly become nothing more than animals with a taste for insanity and killing. *she close her eyes.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: oh, so you would go hollow basicly?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she blinks, thinking about it* Hollow... Wouldn't be the right word. Hollow would be emotionless. Those that become like animals has a thrill for killing; two different things.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: where in from, going hollow is basicly a hunger for souls, what your saying, that others with corruption become killing machines, it's like hollow where I'm from... but I'm sure neither are pretty.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: It isn't. Death is mercy to those like that. *she close her eyes as she sat the bowl down.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: I see. *he remains silent for the rest of breakfast.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *the sun rises and shines over the trio of companions.* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she sighs, thinking quietly*... *she seem to softly huff to herself, as if she was having a mental chat with her own mind or something.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *harold wakes up* Morning guys. *he then gives back Lavo's wing* Sorry about that.. *he looks rather embarrassed*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she fully sits up, her wings fold up as she shrinks to to a very tiny small size.* It's fine, I gave my wing to you to use as a blanket. *she didn't look to him as she stated that, but she wasn't lying.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: oh, well t-thank you. *he looks a little more embarrassed*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: You're welcome. *she stands up, stretching slightly as her tail sways.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he gets up*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: alright, now that everyone is awake, let us see what is behind this smaller door. *he walks over to it, opens it and it reveals a small room*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she moves to the door, trying to get a look into the small room now.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: there sits a small pile of black ash, 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: I can believe it, it's the embers of humanity! *he tries to go through the door but can't fit*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Back up before you get stuck. *she huffs a sigh* Clearly you can't seem to fit…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: darn. *he gets out of the doorway* Maybe you could fit lavo.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: I did shrink my wings, so I can hopefully can fit. *she goes to walk through the doorway.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: she fits through, but as soon as she enters the doors slam shut behind her* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: HEY!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Lavo! are you ok?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she turns to the door* Yea, I'm perfectly fine for the time being. *she said, blinking* Seem this might have been a form of trap. *she glance back to the pile of black ash.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *The room is silent, then the ask glows with a low bright black flame* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">???:The corrupted one has entered.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Yea, the corrupted one has entered and is standing right here. *she put her hands on her hips, blinking dully but she huffed a sigh.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">???: you are the one who will change the world? With these embers you can reform the world in your own image..

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she tenses up at that* I refuse. *she suddenly stated.* These Embers are not mine to do anything with. *she calmly stated.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">???: But you must, you could be pure from the corruption, have anything you ever dreamed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: I rather work for it. *she stated bluntly* This corruption made me who I am, and if it wasn't for this corruption; I wouldn't have done the things I did and met those I have. I am not regretful to what has been done to me, if Life has chosen this faith for me, then I will carry it all the way to death with me. *she was serious, her eyes narrowed* Goldie, Krow, Harold, Siegmoar, Mars- Many other people I've gotten to learn because I didn't complaint about this... If I was to force the world to change, then I would lose it all; no matter if I wished for it or not; it will feel fake. *she narrowed her eyes.* So again; I will state this. These Embers are not mine to do anything with.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">???: then, you are truly the one who cannot be corrupted. *the doors swing open and the ash turns to smoke and blows out the door and away*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar and Harold: What happened!?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she blinks, then she looks at Siegmoar and Harold before honestly shrugging* I'm guessing a test? Look, it started saying about me being corrupted, then stated about changing the world to my image; I deny, it brought the offer back up then I refuse it again and then... Well, it did that. *Kind of motioning that it just blew away.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: so, there were no embers of humanity…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: wow, I guess the real reward here was, cooperation and friendship.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: Brilliant!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she calmly nods, she couldn't really think it was anything else; so it had to be there.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: I say we should celebrate our little victory. lavo, do you drink alcohol at all? Cause I could brew up some homemade caterina beer for us all.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Wine, I only drink Red Wine. Anything that isn't wine, that is Alcohol base, I'm completely passed out and have a horrible hangover. No, I only drink red wine. *she had been shaking her head no this whole time with her hands waving in a 'no' manner, seem she didn't want to experience that again.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: well, I could try to whip up some caterina red wine, I have the stuff.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">harold: I could try some red wine too.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Just warning you; Red wine doesn't make me drank, but it does calm me now and feels more at home; which a party of three should feel for me. *she cross her arms as she looks to the two.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: it's ok, the purpose of making these is not to get drunk anyways, it's to enjoy the finer things in life, besides you can also learn about another culture when while we celebrate.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she nods*... That sounds interesting.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: yes, caterina is well known for its happiness, drink and fine festival.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Well, I can't wait to try it. *even though she didn't express it, her eyes did soften up a bit as she said that.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: well then, let's go! *he goes back to the bonfire and starts preparing the ingredients.* Now pay attention, you could learn a thing or two. *suddenly random music comes out of nowhere signifying that there will be a musical number*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she started to mentally already regret this.*...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: *he breaks into song about his homeland and how nice it is*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *facepalm* oh boy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo:. . . I'm feeling pain that isn't a physical wound... *she softly mumbles.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I feel the same.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *after a solid half hour siegmoar stops and walks over to them with 3 mugs of wine* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she sighs in a form of relief as she looks to one of the mugs.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *Harold took a mug as well and Siegmoar takes the final mug* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: I submit a toast: To Lavo, for her corruption, and yet her pure heart. And to Harold, for standing by our side no matter what the danger was.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she blinks, nodding in agreement.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: Long may the sun shine! *he toasts and drinks*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo:..Mhm... *she nods before sipping her drink.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: the wine tastes delicious, and she feels perfectly fine after finishing it. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: so? what do you think?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: It's good. *she stated calmly.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: great!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *nods, closing her eyes as her ears twitched slightly.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: it's great. *he drinks down the entire thing then lays against some rubble*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she exhales a sigh at Harold as she sips her drink; she enlarged her wings just in case.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: so, now what do we do?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: Go back to my place and finish some papers? *she question before sipping her red wine.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: ah yes, the papers. we still need to finish studying those.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: That's why I mention them. *she blinks as she finishes her wine.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: then let's go!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *soon enough Siegmoar and Harold pack up their things and start to make there way back* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she walks with the two, her wings shrink back to their really small size as the three walk.* Mmm…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *they get to the Apartment Room and Siegmoar and Harold sit down and start their work* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she set her bag to one side of her as she picks up her notebook once more to keep working.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *Soon, after a few hours they finished their work, Siegmoar and Harold had to go so they can do their own jobs* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: It was a grand time with you Madam Lavo.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: yes, we hope to see you again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she nods* Good luck to you both. *she stated calmly.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: they thank her again and each give her a hug in goodbye, and then they leave. '''

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom: 0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">This concludes the First Chapter: companionship of the oddballs 

<span style="font-size:20.0pt; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black">Chapter 2: The corruption of love and lore.
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:16.0pt; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#666666">Opening one's Eye fully 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">The Apartment room was quiet, as normal, as Lavo was sketching an art piece in this form of silences; as if she was waiting for something and so she was doing something that isn't playing video games.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *it has been around 5 months since she had seen Siegmoar and Harold and when they had their adventure, Harold writes to her sometimes but that's mostly it* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo had been reading the letters and had write back; she was sitting on her couch, sketching a picture.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: suddenly there is a knock at the door. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo glances up. "The door is unlock." She stated, looking back down to the drawing she was doing. "Mmm..." She keeps sketching a bit more before looking to the door.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *there is a bit of a struggle to move but soon the strangers open the door and walk in, it's her dear friends: Siegmoar and Harold* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Ah, Welcome." Lavo nods her head, finishing up the sketch before putting it away carefully into a book and setting the book aside.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: ah Lavo, it's been ages since we last saw you. *he smiles underneath his onion shaped helmet*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: hey Lavo, what's up?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Calming, I had a few small cases, so on." She stands up, going to Siegmoar and Harold.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: well it's great to see you still. *he pulls Lavo into a big old bear hug, he smelled of fresh apple pie*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: um sir, I think you're crushing her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo had a sweatdrop. "Ahem..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: oh, sorry. *he let's go* anyways we wanted to come over to see if you would like to join us on an exciting adventure?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Oh... Sure, why not, I got nothing going on today." Lavo goes into her room, setting the dirk and sword onto her hip. She then return to Siegmoar and Harold.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: great! So apparently we are just need to find a hidden cave that is supposed to hold a magical scroll. We can give you one to pack up anything you might need.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods. "Very well." She goes and get some holy water into her bag. "Mmm..." She was thinking over other things, but she figure she was ready. "I believe I'm ready." She goes to Harold and Siegmoar.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: then let's go. *he walks out*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: Lavo, may I have a quick word with you? *his voice sounds like a mix of sad and serious instead of normal cheer.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo paused, looking to Siegmoar. "Mmm? What is it Siegmoar?" She asked; There was a bit more emotion to her, but still working on it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: um, we need to talk about Harold, you may remember him growing attached to you in a way right?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Forming a Crush, that is a form of a attraction to said person that they have a crush on. Yes, what seem to be the matter?" Lavo blinks.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: ok, well I need to know if you are eventually gonna return these feelings, your tell him no... *his voice turns into a sadish and serious tone*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Siegmoar, I'm working on it." Her eyes close. "I'm been doing my best, with a help of a quite cheery friend of mine, in focusing on expressing and feeling emotions that are... More Complex." She open her eyes partly as she looks to Siegmoar. "I am not a romantic type, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't return what feelings I can express to him." She has calmly stated.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: well, I'm glad you consider it, it's just that. *sigh* Harold hasn't had the best luck in the past with this kind of stuff, and I only wish to see my student happy. *his voice goes back to his normal self* but nonetheless, sorry for bringing up such a topic, shall we proceed with our adventure?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods. "It is understandable... I was never really good with relationships even when I wasn't corrupted..." She then looks to him. "But, yes, let us proceed with our adventure."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: great! *he walks out the door and he and Harold wait for her at the building entrance*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo made a quick grab for her book, which was a sketch book that she easily fit in her side bag before getting to the building entrance.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: onward to adventure!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *they all start walking into the wilderness and start to look for the cave* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo sniffs around as she walks with the two, she was mainly walking side by side with Harold though; out of her own choice.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he seems to be looking into a map* I think we are in the right track?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo lean over to look at the map, blinking. "Mmm..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I'm sure we are going the right way. *they aren't, Harold seemed to have been reading the map wrong*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"You're reading the map wrong..." Lavo calmly stated, before leaning a bit closer to Harold to point at where they are right now and the direction they should be going; also physically pointing to the direction they needed to head instead.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: ooh, sorry. Thank you. *he looks embarrassed*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"It's fine, figuring the right path itself is a form of adventure." Lavo said calmly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: true, true. And we have overcomes our first trial.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods in agreement.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *soon they come across a broken looking bridge* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: our second trial!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo thinks about it. "Mmm... I could try to fly Harold to the other side and then fly you over to the other side." She said as she looks to Siegmoar. "but, I'm not sure if that would be wise..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: ah no worries, i'm sure I can walk across, this armor isn't THAT heavy. Hahahaha.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"well... I got your back in case anything troublesome happen..." Lavo stated calmly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: alright. *he starts to walk across the bridge and hums a cheery tune and walks across with no problem*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she nods, then looks to Harold, her ears perked.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: don't worry, I t-think I can make it. *he seems terrified of the bridge and fails to hide it*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo: *she takes his hand into hers calmly*... Confidence, Harold. Confidence. *she calmly states this.* Have faith in yourself.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he takes a deep breath* Ok, thank you. *he starts walking across the bridge slowly*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo watches. "I have faith in you..." She mumbles softly, her wings resting, but she will react if she needs to.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *around halfway across the a skeleton is seen on a ledge with a bow, it takes aim and shoots hitting the bridge and the bridge shakes* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"A Skeleton?" Lavo question, before her wings expand and before she took flight, she was going to try and distract the skeleton from the bride; taking her crossbow from her belt and loads a silver tip bolt into her crossbow before aiming at the skeleton and fires the bolt.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *the arrow hits the skeleton and its arm falls off before it picks its arm back up and reattaches it, and tries to shoot Lavo down, Harold had gotten across but the bridge collapsed after he crossed* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Crap! *he pulls out a crossbow and fires a metal bolt*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo softly cursed to herself as she goes to dodge the arrows fired at her. "Grr..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *the skeleton fires again and barely misses, then when the metal arrow makes contact with the skeleton it explodes and the upper half falls off, the legs stand there dazed* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Hmph... Skeletons..." Lavo mumbles, but flies down to Siegmoar and Harold, she looks to Harold. "Thanks."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: no problem, that skeleton shouldn't be getting back up for a while.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: brilliant teamwork you two!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo felt her cheeks warm up a bit, a slight blush appearing on her cheek as she nods to Harold and Siegmoar.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: alright, so what will our next trial be?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: hopefully nothing too high up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: Then they travel again, and soon come across a dark forest. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Dark... And a Forest..." However, Lavo felt somewhat homely to this, calm and at peace in a way, she blinks before looking to Harold slightly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: Harold seems perfectly fine. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I wonder what's in there?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: one way to find out. *he walks into the forest only to be thrown back out by living vines* never mind…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"... I'm guessing this forest is more so alive then one wants to believe..." She goes towards the living vines, as if looking them over. "Mmm..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: They tied themselves over the entrance to prevent them to enter. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: could we burn it?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"... It would most likely set the forest on fire if we try to burn them..." Lavo looks to her hand, she then lift a finger to her lips as she bitten down on the tip of her pointer finger, to draw blood, before reaching her now bleeding hand to the living vines as to press the blood against it. Due to it being liquid crystal Corruption Blood, and not normal blood, the corruption's effects would be different with the touch of Lavo's corrupted blood.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: The vines recoil from the corruption and open up the path. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">SIegmoar: wow, interesting results.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo looks to Siegmoar and Harold. "The results always alter when I seem to apply my blood to things... I don't do it very often though." She stated honestly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: we will keep a note on that, now let's go and be more careful. *he walks into the forest*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: are you ok Madam Lavo?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"I'll be fine Harold, it is only a tiny bite wound and will heal very quickly... Thank you for your concern." Lavo stated calmly, feeling a bit fluster. "Let us not lose sight of Siegmoar..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: oh yeah, almost forgot.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: they soon move along a path that eventually splits into 2 paths. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: well, aren't we in quite a pickle now?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo frown as she stares. "... If we split up, one of us will be without a partner..." She calmly stated, looking at the paths before sniff the air.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoard: then you and Harold should take the right path, don't worry about me, i'm prepared for anything.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: did you bring your swiss army knife sir?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: well I... ok, maybe not EVERYTHING but I am prepared.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo blinks. "I do have the sword given to me with me, you may use if it you like, Siegmoar..." She pointed to the sword on her hip, with her dirk.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: oh no, I cannot, I have this anyways. *he pulls out a 2 and a half foot sword and rests it on his shoulder*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: don't ask how strong he is to lift that thing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo shakes her head. "As long as he can defend himself, I will not ask." She looks to Harold. "To the Right path then?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: yes, to the right! *he starts walking on the right pathway*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: good luck guys. *he walks down the left path*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Good luck to you too, Siegmoar..." Lavo looks to Harold and follows after him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: it felt like hours as they walked through the dense forest 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: this seems to go on forever.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo blinks, pausing a bit. "... We could be walking around in circles and not even notice." She stated calmly as she looks around them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: good point... this map is also junk. why did I get it? *he looks at his map, it's just a blank paper with the words you are here on it*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo's ears twitched, confuse at that statement. "... Mm... " She starts to sniff the air, before standing next to Harold.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: hmmm, maybe if we just go this way! *he walks off the path onto another path that looks like stone instead of dirt*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"...Very Well" Lavo starts following Harold, her ears perked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: soon they come across a tower made of stone and metal. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: interesting.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Mmmm...." Lavo stares at the tower, but glance to Harold.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: let's see what's inside. *he seems to be acting brave since they split off from Siegmoar*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo blinks, but she nods. "Very well..." She stated calmly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">world: *they both enter the tower, it's dark, full of dust and spider webs* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: wow, this is so cool!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods, feeling a bit homely. "Dark... It is nice..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold:alright, so I think we should head upwards because there doesn't seem to be anything down here. *he starts slowly walking up the stairs*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo follows after Harold, her ears perked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">world: *they then come across a treasure chest on the second floor.* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: careful, if we don't pay attention, this could be a mimic.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nodded, staring at the Treasure Chest.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he pulls out a little stone that has a white pearl in the center* the best way to tell is to use a hunter's charm, it puts mimics to sleep and so you can take the item they had inside them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Oh, huh... That is interesting." She nods to him, forming a small smile.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: yep. *he tosses the charm and it explodes in a white smoke, then the chest stirs, then opens and teeth and a massive tongue fall out of it* See, now we can see what it had inside it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo blinks, a bit surprised. "Ah."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he walks over to the sleeping mimic and pulls out a key and a long sword* wow, check out this sword.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo seem confuse, looking to the sword as she walks over; Something else she couldn't use if she try…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: it's a claymore, I see the knights of the sun use these all the time

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo has a lot of sweatdrops. "Ah..." She blinks, thinking quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: is something wrong? Your sweating.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Ah... Just; I'm not one for using Claymores is all." She blinks, glancing away. "It is due the fact I just can wield something like that; I'm not one for strength, more so reaction timing..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: oh, well don't worry, I will carry it on my own person, anyways let's go up some more. *he says after giving Lavo a pat on the back*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo blushes a tiny bit, her eyes looking away. "..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: oh don't be embarrassed, we all have our weaknesses. *he takes her hand and helps her up stairs*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo just follows Harold up the stairs quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he takes her to the next floor where there was a bonfire* ah, a bonfire, so that means there must be trouble ahead. *he sits down and lights the bonfire by simply moving his hand near it.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo took note of this, nodding as she goes over to the Bonfire.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: cool right? I'm not sure how, but every time I or anyone else goes near it, it lights up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Maybe like a beacon... Shimmering sight of hope..." Lavo calmly stated, looking to the Bonfire.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: yeah, right, like a wonderful beacon.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods closing her eyes in thought quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he scoots closer with a slight blush* hey, so... why don't you tell me about your parents? You have some back home right?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo open her eyes to look at him. "My parents are just everyday people, only thing different is my mother works and my father stays home. They have their own house, friends with the Landlord who I live in the Apartment of. Not much otherwise." She shrugs.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: oh, well, same with me, my father is a blacksmith, my mother is a teacher, but when money was hard to get I decided to travel, that's when I met that jolly onion knight Siegmoar, and became a hero of the sun in training. Any money I do get is sent home.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo thinks quietly. "Mm...My father never had to work, though he did draw pictures and write stories, he never finished those stories nor did he ever show his artwork outside of family." She closed her eyes in a bit of thought.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: why? Was he afraid of being judged?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Low self-esteem can do that to a person, to feel unworthy or that what they are doing wasn't important." Lavo open her eyes. "He has gone through his life with that low self-esteem. So, yea, he was afraid of being judged. However, I got his talent to draw and I show the world my art." She open her eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: cool, may... may I see some of the art? *he says with a slight blush*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo blinks, but she then pulls out a sketchbook from her side bag. "Sure."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: great. *he sits cross legged and waits to see some awesome artwork.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">There was quite a Lot of artwork, from scenery drawings; one of them being worked on of view of a lake surrounded by trees with night sky, stars and a full moon. The other half of her Artwork were of portraits of people, most likely not of real life people due to Lavo's personality.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: they are awesome, you're a really good artist.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo blushes a tiny bit. "Thank you... " She nods a bit as she looks to her drawings.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I once tried art, I could only draw a dead tree. *he says with a small chuckle*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo blinks, looking to him. "O-Oh... Well, sometimes those can be good too..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: meh, its good, but it isn't gonna win any art shows *he laughs*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Who knows..." Her eyes glance away. "Sometimes scribbles done by a 3 year old or younger suddenly become prize winners..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: really, I didn't know that.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Well, It rarely happens, so it is understandable" She smiles a little as she looks at Harold. "But, it is the little things that count honestly."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: true, every little detail is what counts.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Mhm..." She open her eyes and looks to him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: yeah. *he looks off into the distance and is thinking about the fateful question and if he should ask it*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo close her eyes, letting herself lean to where she was slightly leaning against him; her thoughts wandering quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he has a slight blush and then goes for it* Umm, Lavo... may I ask you s-something?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Sure..." Lavo spoke a bit quietly, opening her eyes only slightly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he hesitates* Do... do you, l-like m-me?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"..." Lavo close her eyes, thinking. "I have emotions and feelings towards you, that isn't just friendship and isn't connected in a matter of family. So, yes, you can simply state that I like you; But that very sense doesn't seem to fit at the same time..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: oh, ok *he smiles and has more of a blush*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo was still leaning against Harold, her eyes still close as she seem completely relax. "..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: well, I have always thought you were pretty cute. *he blushes even more*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"... Far more tamer than most would say; which is fine." She stated calmly, though she blushes a bit. "...Thank you."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: you're welcome.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo forms a small smile.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he places his hand on Lavo's and also smiles* I hope this adventure has been fun for you. *he has a slight blush*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods, not vocalizing anything yet she still has her small smile.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: an hour or so passes by* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he almost fell asleep* what time is it?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo open her eyes, clearly she wasn't sleep it seem, as she pulls out a cell phone of hers to look at the time.* ...huh…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: It was around 7:47 PM 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he looked over her shoulder* holy crap. its getting late. *he seems worried about something.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods. "And we're still the only ones here." She commented, sitting up now.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: true, anyways, I think we need to go up some more. we still haven't explored the entire tower. *he stands up and extends him hand to help Lavo up*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo looks, nodding as she takes Harold's hand, getting up. "Mmm... true..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: come on, let's see what the 3rd floor has on it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *they go up the the 3rd floor, there is an entire nest or rodents of unusual size* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: huh, I didn't think they really existed here.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Dark places, abandoned places and a forest surrounding said place? yea, they do pretty well by then." Lavo sighs quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: well, I think we should find a way around, we can't just fight through that many rats.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo skim around the room quietly. "..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: there are some barrels, some crates, some wooden planks. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: we could make a bridge?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"With the Barrels, crates and wooden planks? Yea, we could." Lavo stated.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: ok then. *he arranges the crates near him and grabs 2 wooden planks and puts it on another ledge.* I shall go first to make sure it's stable. *he starts to slowly walk across it and the rats gather around underneath him*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo became concern, watching. "..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he gets over unharmed* I'm ok! I think it's good.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods, now she starts slowly walking across it; having to keep herself calm.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: the planks hold up for quite a while, before she hear one about to snap. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo try to get to the other side a bit quicker, her ears flatten a bit as her wings starts to expand a bit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">world; The boards break as soon as she gets over them and Harold grabs her and pulls her over, and a little too close. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: are you ok Lavo?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"... Yea... I'm fine." Lavo's ears twitched, her eyes glance to the boards as her wings flapped a bit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: The rats scatter as soon as the board falls. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: ok, let's go up before they find a way up. *he takes her to the top of the tower*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: At the top, they both can see the entire forest. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"The entire forest... Huh.." Lavo mutters

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: what a great view. you can see everything from here, you can see a swamp, the wild life, Siegmoar... SIEGMOAR! Crap we almost forgot about him!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: there is a sudden gust of wind. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"I said something about it only be us-" Her wings slightly open since the gust of wind kind of brought her wings out.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: a giant crow flies over they both and flies right at Siegmoar, picks him up and carries him towards the two. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: what were you gonna say?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo blinks, staring. "...Nevermind; A Giant Crow will carry him to us."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: the crow then proceeds the throw Siegmoar like a giant onion missile. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: LOOK OUT!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: uh oh. *he pushes Lavo out of the way and gets hit by Siegmoar* i'm ok.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo grunted a bit, getting up as her wings shifted a bit, she looks at the crow.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">

<span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">Crow of the Skies, lit up in flames
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: the crow flies upwards and picks up a stone and prepares to throw it at the three 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo's ears open up as she jumps into the air and takes flight, pulling her crossbow out and aims at the crow before firing a Silver thip bolt at the Giant Crow, to be more of a distraction.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *the crow throws the stone brick at Lavo and Harold and Siegmoar spring into action. And Siegmoar grabs the stone brick and stops it* '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods quietly, but scanning the Crow.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *the crow is a huge bird with the strength to pick up onion Knights and stone bricks at hurl them with great force. But it's feathers seem flammable* '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"... It seems Flammable." Lavo stated calmly. "Might wanna put it on fire." Her wings flap a bit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">The crow then dives down and picks up a tree log and throws it at you three.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: how? I used my last explosive bolts.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo cursed, grabbing her dirk off her hip as she leaps up into the air toward at the crow after the tree log was thrown at them. She was going to try and get on the bird.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *she lands on the crow and it tries the shake her off* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo stab the dirk into the crow, gripping onto the handle with her left hand, before pulling out the sword... She couldn't do much with it honestly; but she could see if it can do anything involving fire.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Sword: *The sword ignites with something similar to your corruption, but it's like the flame of that corruption.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Wow! It's, abyss fire..

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo stabs the Ignited Sword into the wing; being a flame of that corruption, she wouldn't be as hurt.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *The feathers ignite and the crow falls over onto the top of the tower dying.* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo rip both the sword and the dirk out, putting the sword away and then the dirk. She walks over to the two.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Holy crap that was awesome!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo blushes a tiny bit, nodding. "Tha-Thanks..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: wow, you beat it quicker than me and Siegmoar can beat any other creature.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: brilliant show.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo felt a bit embarrassed. "I just simply piece together its weakness and... Try to use that weakness against them."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: hmmm, interesting, normally we just  hit whatever it is until it dies.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: or use different pine resins to fight.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Well, they'll die quicker if you figure out what they are weaker to." Lavo commented. "Or if you figure out where their weak spot is."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: well, great job in general. *he pats her back* Now, let's get down from here.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Of course..." Lavo nods, looking around.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: maybe we could use the vines that are on the side of the wall. And climb down.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo blinks, but then she nods. "Yea... That might do it."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: alright. *he grabs one and shakes it* they seem sturdy enough.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo's wings expand a bit. "I'll hover with you; I don't really trust my climbing skills." She has a small sweatdrop.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: oh ok, I guess that's reasonable. *he starts climbing down*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: ah yes, we do hope to see you down though. *he starts climbing down*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">She goes to the edge before jumping and starts flying carefully downwards.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: they reach the bottom of the tower and siegmoar sits down. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar; well, wasn't that a grand adventure?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo's wings shrink down as she looks over to the two quietly.

<h3 class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:.25in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:4.0pt; margin-left:0in;line-height:normal;mso-outline-level:2">'''<span style="font-size:17.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">The scroll and its lore. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: whew, well, i guess next time we go exploring bring crow repellent. *he joked*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo's ears perked as she looks to Harold. She smiles a bit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he smiles back*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: anyways, so before I was snatched up I found a cave, that could be the location of the scroll.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"A Cave?" Lavo's ears perked. "Shall we go look, then?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I think we should. *he gets up* I just wonder what's on the scroll.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Mmm... I want to know too." Lavo nods, looking to the two.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: then we haven't a moment to lose, let's go! *he starts walking*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I guess we should follow as well huh?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Yea, before we lose him." She smiles a tiny bit, following after Siegmoar.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: soon after several minutes they find a cave, a very spooky cave. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: HAH! they think they can scare us away?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I think they do think that sir.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo blinks, walking to the entrances of the cave. "Mmm... Feels a bit homely."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: How?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"I... Just like dark caves, and sometimes scary caves seem comforting to me." Lavo blushes a tiny bit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I guess that would make sense. *he looks into the cave and pulls out a torch*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods quietly now, glancing away. "..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: hah, well no time for just standing around, let's go! *he walks in only to run back out* Never mind, There seems to be bonewheels.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: oh no....

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Bonewheels...?" Lavo tilts her head.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: suddenly a skeleton with a wooden wheel attached to it rolls out of the cave and flattens Siegmoar. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: that's a bone wheel, the most annoying type of skeleton ever encountered.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Huh... The wheel is wooden... And it is a skeleton... I wonder..." Lavo looks into her side bag, wondering if she remember to put holy water into her side bag. "...Mm"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *The skeleton rolls at harold barley missing.* Crap! These things are relentless!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo pulled out a flask. "Ah... I did remember." She looks at the skeleton, before drawing out her dirk to pour the holy water onto her blade. "Hey, Skeleton!" She shouted as she goes to dash at the Skeleton.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: the bonewheel skeleton then starts to roll at her, and as they charge at each other the holy water on the dirk causes it to glow. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: I didn't know you had something that could bless weapons?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo growls as she leaps forward as she goes to slash up the Skeleton.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">The skeleton rolls right past her the toples over dead.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: that was AMAZING!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: Jolly good show madam Lavo.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo looks to Harold and Siegmoar, she blushes a tiny bit. "Ah... Yes, to answer your question Siegmoar... Holy Water is a somewhat Rare item in this world, I get my supplies from someone my Landlord knows, and I have it ship to me at night, since my Delivery man is a 'night owl'... Holy Water is very good against Undead, Demons and corruption... It can be used by itself to splash against enemies, or be pour on a weapon; even can be use to bless the tips of arrows or bolts..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: clever, very clever indeed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: wait, if it is used to harm corruption, hasn't it harmed you. *he walks over looking confused*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"I don't accidently pour it on myself. Think of it as a coating; I'm not touching the blade." Lavo said as she looks at Harold.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: alright, but be more careful, knowing that it could hurt you worries me a little.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"It's..." Lavo, however, caught her tongue a bit. She wasn't really used to others telling her to be careful with something she was really used to using. "...Understandable, I always handle it carefully, Harold."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: ok, I just hope you are safe.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods. "I'll be fine... I've used Holy water for quite some time during my life, I've been quite well in not spilling it on me." She gives a small smile.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Ok, just stay safe.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: guys, let's go. we need to find the scroll.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Ah, of course." Lavo goes to follow Siegmoar, but pulls out another flask and hands it to Harold. "In case you need it..." She glance away slightly, blushing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Thank you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: let's go. *he leads them through the cave and into its darkness*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: as they descend into the darkness even Siegmoar's torch starts to fail. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo didn't have much trouble, her eyes started to adjust to the darkness a bit more as she follows; her Ears perked and listen. "Mmm..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he bumps into Lavo and that causes her to bump into Siegmoar* sorry.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo, however, had put her hand onto the back of Siegmoar- as a way to keep herself from fully bumping into Siegmoar. "It's fine..." Her other hand goes and carefully grabs Harold's hand. "Use my hand as a distance sign." She calmly said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he blushes in the dark* O-ok, t-thank you. *he tightens his hand around Lavo*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"No problem..." Lavo calmly stated, her eyes shifted a bit to skim what she could see; due to having adjusted to the dark a bit better.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: *he suddenly stops* Wait, I sense danger. *there is a wall right in front of them*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: what could it be sir?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: I think it's a pit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"... A wall is right in front of us..." Lavo said loudly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: oh. my bad. *he guides them left and the room is then larger*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"... Now I think we may need to worry about pits or something." Lavo stated as she noted how the room gotten larger in a way. She keeps a hand on Siegmoar's shoulder and her other hand holds Harold's hand.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *She sees something move around in the sand like surface of the floor* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">The hand on Siegmoar tighten, as she then try to pull him a bit back; even if this worked or not, she then goes to grab her crossbow to then shot a bolt to where she saw the movement.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: *he was pulled back* Whoa, whats going on?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *she hit something and can see the arrow hit something slithering underneath the sand, then she sees something bigger start to form under the sand, and there is a foul odor in the air* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I smell sandworms.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Might very well be what it is." Lavo growls, dropping the crossbow as it zips up to her belt before grabbing the sword to draw it out to see if it would give some light.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: The sword glows faintly, but glows strong enough to scare off the sandworm. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: yep, it's a sandworm!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo holds out the sword a bit as a form of faint light at this point. "Mmm..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: That sword is embedded with lightning, these sandworms are scared of it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"...Huh... I wouldn't have known honestly..." Lavo mumbles, looking to the sword.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: Good, well now that that's out of the way, I think we should continue, quickly. *he and Harold speed up a little*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo stay between the two as she moves quickly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *before they could get to the other side a bolt of lightning flies out of the sand and right at you* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Look out! *he pushes you aside and gets struck by the bolt instead*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: Harold!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">She grinds her teeth, her eyes sparkled a bit of a purple hue as she gets up quickly, turning to looks at what might have attacked and to see if Harold was alright.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *The sandworm seems to be trying to shoot the sword with a lighting bolt* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: *he checks Harold* He is dying, we need to get out of here!!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo toss her sword towards Siegmoar and then takes her side bag off and gently lay it on Harold.. "Take my sword and my bag and get him out of here!" She shouted, her wings expand and grown as her eyes seem to light up in the dark. "I'll keep it distracted!" She then runs and leaps into the air as she draws out her dirk, planning to go full melee at the Sandworm.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: *he pulls her back and pulls out his sword* No.. as a knight of caterina, I cannot allow you to do that, YOU must save him. *he walks into the darkness* You, foul creature, have made a graaave mistake. *the the fight begins*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">This only really fueled Lavo's form of anger, she wasn't one for running from a fight- She hiss a bit, but goes and grab her sword, bag and Harold before taking flight with Harold and her things and goes to make a swift exit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">She can hear Siegmoar kicking the sandworms ass as she runs to another door, as soon as she enters the room the door seals up. And  a part of the roof opens up and a ray of sunlight shines on a pedestal where a ragged old piece of paper lays.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">The sudden light semi-blinded her as her eyes had gotten used to the extreme darkness. She kneels down laying Harold down gently and starts feeling for her bag, both of her eyes closed tightly. "Ugh... Damn it..." She mutters.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *Her bag was found, then she hears Harold groan in pain* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Ugh.. Lavo, Siegmoar? anyone  there?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Relax... Ugh." She dig around a bit for the Flask that wasn't holy water, it was a good thing she can tell the differences in a way, without her sight for the time being.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he reaches out and grabs her hand* Lavo, I'm done for... *he grunts in pain* ya know, I always thought I would go out protecting someone, but, I never knew that it would be you. *he smiles weakly* But before I go, I want you to know something....

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo's ears perked, her eyes still tighten close since whenever she try to open them; the light was too blinding for her. "But-" She mentally cursed to herself.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I wanted to say this later but I guess I.. have always loved you... *he passes away silently*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">She felt tears form as she grinds her teeth; The very thing she had always feared for anyone close to her... The lost of a life, she had deem Harold to be quite close, if he haven't pushed her out of the way... Her other hand reached up and shield over her eyes as she open them. "..." She had nothing to say, no words she could say would reach at this point.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: Suddenly, she feels some sort of warmth, and the paper on the pedestal glows. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Still shielding her eyes, she try to look at the paper on the pedestal. "...?" She carefully stands up, wincing her eyes as she goes to pick up Harold and just carry him as she goes to the Pedestal.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">The paper is the scroll they were looking for, it apparently is a spell of some sorts. One that can bring back the dead

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"... That explain the warmth..." She mutters softly, feeling all these forms of negative emotions wasn't good for her. She uses her shoulder to keep Harold in her arms as she reach out to the scroll. "..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *the scroll floats to her hand and it says that those who have fallen may be brought back, through the power of the dark sign, the sign that brands the undead, a curse of immortality.* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"..." Lavo glance away, she was unsure, She wasn't completely immortal- Sure, aging may be a slight issue with her blood, but she could die from natural wounds... She glance to the scroll before looking to Harold.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *his corpse is cold to touch*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Tears run down her cheeks, she gently set Harold down to look at the scroll. "..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Scroll: In order to do this you need the soul of the fallen, a bonfire and something tainted

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Well... I got one thing." She mutters, picking Harold up, her wings spread open wide. "I can always ask Death... He be upset." She mutters as she scan around quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: There is a banging on the door* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: LAVO! OPEN UP QUICKLY! The scroll is the branding spell! hello? *his voice goes quiet but the banging doesn't

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo gave a rather cold growl at Siegmoar's comment; with how strong her emotions were at this point, she wasn't one for reasoning. She glance at the door as one of her wings reach out and started opening it. Though a clear, cold, dark and almost lifeless look to her very face.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *A bonfire is seen behind the pedestal* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo turns and goes to set Harold down next to the Bonfire, looking to it quietly. "...." She goes to touch it. "...Now I just need to get his soul."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Scroll: The soul is normally acquired just by touching the fallen after death.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo looks to Harold's body. "... I'm not grim reaper..." She mumbles yet she had Harold close to the bonfire, looking to the scroll. "... I have corruption, the bonfire and Harold..." She mutters coldly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Scroll: now just place the soul into the bonfire.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo picks up Harold's body and puts his body in the bonfire, drawing out the sword. "..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">The body burns rather quickly and soon, his ashes float up into the air and start to reform him in a sitting position.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo's emotion was dead and cold, hiding what emotions she did have, though she held the scroll though.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *Then Harold reforms completely, but something is different, his arm bears a ring of fire... the dark sign.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo just stares at Harold, dry stains on her cheeks as she stares at Harold. "..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he fully forms and falls over coughing up ash*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo kneels down to Harold, patting his back; yet she was eerily silent.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *He looks at her and almost falls over again* Oh, you scared me, what happened?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">She just pulls him into a very close hug, staying completely silent as her wings were drooping a bit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I guess something big happened. *he says, he is warm to touch*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"... Don't ever throw your life away like that again..." Lavo whispers sorrowfully, she just kept holding him close to her, her eyes close.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: W-what!? *his heart rate quickens as he hears her say that*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo just stays quiet once more, not letting go of him as she rest her head on his shoulder; her silences was more sorrowful if anything…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: about half an hour passed when suddenly there is a loud knock on the door and the door falls over with siegmoar standing there* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: whew, I finally got through. wait, what the-?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo didn't even respond to the door falling, nor Siegmoar's voice; she just held onto Harold, her wings slightly folded up and yet drooping.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Lavo, if I died, how did I come back?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: *he whispered* she didn't…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo only mutter softly. " I was selfish..." It was her only response, in a soft, whispering mutter as she didn't let go of Harold.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: whatever you did, I forgive you. *he puts a hand on hers* I can feel the dark sign on me, I guess I am the first mobian to bare it. But it's ok, I forgive you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: *he walks over and sits next to you both, you did the right thing, Lavo.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo just stays quietly, her hands just holding onto Harold's hand, there were no words she could honestly express, closing her eyes. "..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Lavo, I think we should go, our quest is complete. *he says quietly as the room glows yellow.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"... Of course..." She softly spoke, her ears slightly flick.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: soon they all appear in Lavo's Apartment room, with Harold and Lavo on the couch and Siegmoar in a chair. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo just has her hands in her lap, staying perfectly silent as she only looks down at her lap. "..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he places one of his hands on hers* Hey, its ok, im fine. *he comforts her*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">She slightly glance to Harold, only nodding a little.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he smiles* Just dont worry.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"..." Lavo nods quietly, her ears flicked a bit as she glance away slightly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I can tell you're not in the mood to talk, but I need to know what happened.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">She just looks down at the ground when he said that; noting how he most likely doesn't remember what he told her at this point. "..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he also goes silent*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: she used the branding spell to bring you back, she saved your life.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nodded. "... I did use the scroll..." She mutters softly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: oh. *he looks down, and then looks at her* it doesn't matter now does it? we are both ok, alive and well. Your ok especially, so im happy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo looks to Harold, nodding quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he stands up* hey, how's about we do something to lighten up the mood huh?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo blinks, a bit confuse as she just stays quiet. "...?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: how about. *he suddenly gets extremely nervous to ask* w-we..

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">She tilts her head, waiting for him as she seem interested now. "We what?" She ask calmly, looking up at him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: w-we... uh, we... well maybe some time later w-we can go... *he says the next word in a seemingly scared and quiet way* out...?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">For a bit, Lavo only responded with silences; but her mouth open up as she finally spoke. "That would be nice..." Her ears perked a bit, nodding after she said that.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he almost faints* Great... so maybe when I get back after reporting the quest, we can...... *he sounds nervous again* watch a m-movie or get some dinner...?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: I should leave you two alone for a moment. *he leaves the room, you both can hear him do a quiet rejoice outside*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"I'm not much of a movie person, so dinner would be more to my liking." Lavo said with honesty, blushing a tiny bit. "I shouldn't be too busy anyway."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: great, so I maybe next week, i'm sure I will open.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods. "I should be open next Week."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: great, I hope to see you then.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmaor: harold! we need to leave now!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods, waving. "Same to you... Stay safe..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he leaves* Same to you, Lavo.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo blushes a bit, her eyes glancing down at the ground quietly. "..."

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom: 0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">Chapter 2 closes 

<h2 class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:20.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom: 4.0pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:normal;mso-outline-level:1"><span style="font-size:20.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black;mso-font-kerning:18.0pt">Chapter 3: Roses of love with a dinner date.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:16.0pt; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#666666">Nightly sight 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: it was a beautiful day outside, birds are singing, flowers are blooming. *insert zoom in on Lavo's apartment* '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo finished cleaning up her apartment, wearing pair of nice and comfortable jeans with a Dark red, long-sleeve shirt as she huffed a sigh. She sat down on her couch, holding a nicely wrapped rose in her hands; Her eyes staring at the red petals as she admire it slightly. "... The day is the day..." She mumbles to herself.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: a letter arrives and falls through her letter slot, it's from Harold, and it has an odd scent to it, like... ash?* '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"...?" Lavo walks over, picking it up and starts opening it to read it. "Ash..?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Letter: dear Lavo, I might be a little late due to an unexpected attack on the castle, but I will be there. Sigh Harold.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">A sigh of relief came from her lips. "...Well, that would explain the ash..." She carefully fold the fold up the letter and store it into a box she had kept in her room with the other letters. "...."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">After a few minutes there is a knock on the door.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo looks up as she was at her couch, going over and opening the door.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *Its Harold, who is wearing a nice suit with some sort of flower in the shirt, he looks nervous, in the background you can see Siegmoar who seems to be making sure that Harold doesn't crack.* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: H-hi Lavo.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo gives a bit of a sweatdrop at Siegmoar, before looking to Harold. "Hello Harold, good to see you." She blushes a tiny bit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: it's g-good to see you to, you look nice today.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Thank you, You look quite nice yourself." Lavo smiles a bit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Thanks. *he seems to be having trouble trying to think of what's to say next.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo looks to him. "Well, we do have a dinning date, don't we?" She said, holding the rose slightly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he snaps back into reality* Yes! oh yeah, sorry.. anyways so I had a few ideas, we could go to this place that was highly recommended by the locals, or we could try something in my world if you want.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Either one works, I'm not picky about where we have our dinner Date." Lavo glance away slightly, blushing a bit more.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I guess we could do to the place here, then I could show you the more peaceful areas of my world if you want.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo smiles a bit at him. "That would be nice."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: great, so shall we? *he extends his arm for her to wrap hers around him*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo blushes a bit, but she wrap her arms around his, since she wasn't used to it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *then they leave, they walk down the road to a restaurant that Lavo could never afford. While Siegmoar is still following at a distance* '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: well, here it is.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"A-Ah..." Lavo wasn't one for going to extremely well-known restaurants, but she wasn't going to be rude honestly; her cheeks a bit red.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I managed to ask my parents and Siegmoar for the money to affords a good meal here, I hope you enjoy this.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Ah, thank you Harold." She smiles a bit, blushing a bit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he blushes as well* You welcome. *he opens the door for her*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Thank you." Lavo blushes as she walks in through the door.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he follows as a waiter that looks surprisingly like Siegmoar*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: hello, shall I take you yours seats?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he mutters to himself* oh boy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo just stares at Siegmoar, glancing slightly to Harold as she blinks. ". . ."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he facepalms* Yes, sir.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: OK, now would you just follow me. *he takes you both to a table.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo follows Harold. "... So who allowed him in?" She whispers to Harold in a very quiet tone.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I have no clue. *he pulls out a chair for Lavo*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo sits down. "Thank you Harold..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: you're welcome.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">She looks to the table quietly, her ears twitched and shift before looking to Harold.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he looks nervous about what to say as he sits down*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo just waits quietly, looking to him slightly as she looks at the table.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *He sits down and does the same up until the menus arrived.* Oh, the menus are here.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods, taking her menus to look at what foods they have.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Menu: A sorts of fabulous food that Lavo and Harold could only dream of.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: holy sun, these things look amazing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo just stares at the menu, looking for some Japanese-style Ramen bowls foods. "..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Menu: There are a few, they have rather odd names.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he speaks with a bit of shyness and nervousness* H-hey, I was thinking about getting the *insert french name for steak here* What do you think?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Go with whatever you want... I'm more going for the Chicken Ramen..." Lavo stated calmly, looking to Harold.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *He seems a little nervous still* Then I will have.... as some would say: What the lady is having??? *after saying that he looks like he is about the shrink in his seat*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Well, I like it if you get what you want. If you want to have what I'm having, I won't complain." She gives a small smile.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: o-ok, *he seemed to have eased a bit, and then seems to be looking at something behind Lavo in confusion*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo's ears flicked, turning her head slightly to look behind her to see what Harold was looking at.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: It was siegmoar who fails to try to hide a sign behind him, the sign seemed to have been a few cheesy pick-up lines. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I'm so sorry Lavo... He thinks that I might screw this up…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"I think Siegmoar needs to learn some things. 1. I hate cheesy pick-up lines if they aren't funny. 2. I rather you be yourself, if it is natural, then I don't care if shit happens, it is you." Lavo looks to Harold as she stated that clearly and loudly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Siegmoar: *he books it after overhearing that Lavo is upset*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he has a mixed expression of slight happy and slight nervous* Thats nice to know, thanks Lavo.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo smiles a tiny bit. "Of course, beside, I should be in a dress if it was meant to be 'natural'."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: heh, true, but we are just being ourselves now, aren't we? *he smiles weakly*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods. "Yes, now that is more better." She smiles a bit more as she looks to Harold.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he is also smiling at Lavo, less nervous than before.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Now, shall we order our food?" Lavo chuckles a little.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: oh yes. *he asks for a waiter*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Waiter: Hello, how may I help you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: ah yes, we would both like an order of the chicken ramen please.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Waiter: alright, any drinks?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Sweet Ice Tea for me, please." Lavo stated calmly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Just water please.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Waiter: ok then. *he walks away and goes to the kitchen*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: so do you drink brewed iced tea or from the tap?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Brewed..." Lavo looks to Harold.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: yeah, brewed is always better. Anyways while we wait what do you wanna talk about.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods, before thinking. "Mm... I'm not sure."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Just ask me anything, I'm never really one to start a conversation. *he looks a little embarrassed*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"We're in the same boat then." Lavo looks to Harold. "So... What happen before you arrived to my place today?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Well, Siegmoar and I were training in the swamps, its the only place where we can really train without being interrupted. *he shrugs a little*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Ah, That would make sense." Lavo nods, smiling a bit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: yeah. The sunlight castle is too noisy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Huh, seem quite different from my Apartment then; it's always far quieter at my Apartment." Lavo comments.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: True, also very peaceful. Anyways that's just about it about what we were doing. anything else you wanna talk about.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo shrugs, thinking a bit. "Mmmm..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: the drinks arrive and the waiter places the drinks in front of Harold and Lavo. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Thank you." Lavo said to the waiter as she takes her sweet ice tea drink into her hand to sip.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he drinks some of his water* So? anything comes to mind?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Mmm, not in the forms of questions, however I can tell you about some fail dates I've been forced on." Lavo put down her drink as she looks to him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: really? I can't wait to hear this one.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Well, One of these dates a friend of mine ended up hooking me up with; this guy gotten this five stars restaurant for me and him; everything seem to be going perfectly fine, beside me being bored since he was some rich kid type. Well, this female picked to walk up to our table and start getting all friendly with him; Since I was ignoring him honestly."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: and she stole him from you? Sheesh.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Stolen wouldn't be the correct word. No, you see, I was hearing rumors about bodies of rich gentlemen being found here and there; whelp, I picked to look up to see her and him, and she whip out some fangs. A Vampire chick of all things, so I splash water into her face to distract her, before pulling out my dirk that I had hidden on me and stab her through the throat before kicking her away from the table. I scared him with my quick reflex and calm attitude as I pretty much was beating the crap out of the vampire till I finally gotten my hand on some holy water and splash her in the face with it." Lavo smirks a bit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: wow,  that's awesome! well aside from the you scaring the date part.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Eh, he was a rich guy. Last thing he needed on his plate was someone who could kick his butt out the house." Lavo shrugs. "My friend stop trying to find rich guys for me after that."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: "hey could have been worse, maybe." he says

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Right, like being attacked by a Vampire myself." Lavo commented. "That happen in another date of mine; oh, and the last ever date that was by myself before meeting you involved werewolves."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Werewolves? What the heck are those?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Man that can turn into beasts; Known more as lycanthrope; It is like a disease, get bitten and you very well may turn into one if you don't seek treatment, but it also depends on the bite itself. Werewolves are a type of Lycanthrope, and most common. Man who can turn into massive wolves that stand on their hind legs, and only transform at night, mainly on full moons." Lavo sips her tea. "In all truth, the more experience Werewolves can transform whenever they like. Silver and holy water are their main weakness, seem they can heal from any wound that isn't cause by these things; There has been reports of even known killing ways to not be effective an least done by silver items, silver swords, holy water, etc. Of course, I've never had that happen, but that's what holy water is from, right?" Lavo shrugs.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Oh, well good to know. *He takes a sip of water* Ya know, when it comes to these monsters they always get me thinking…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Mmm?" Lavo looks to him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: why can't you just destroy the brain? Cause wouldn't then the creature just become brain dead or just die because it isn't sending a signal to the rest of the body? Or what about destroying the body in general?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Might work with most, but it seems Werewolves are... Different? It is a bit confusing, but on all nights that isn't a full moon, they just slowly piece themselves together; now not all werewolves are similar, Meaning a werewolf in Arade may not be the same as a werewolf on a different planet; but the issue still seem to stand for the werewolves here. Cutting up the brain means nothing; though Acid may work; on full moons, they just heal up like nothing. Without help of silver or a blessed weapon, pretty much done for." Lavo sips her iced tea. "I've done a lot of research on creatures and beings I have to deal with."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: sheesh, why do you do these kinds of things? Don't you think it's rather dangerous?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Mmm... Possibly, Maybe; I'm not most people; I'm not the norm like everyone else around in Crestpress Town and many other places; and I rather enjoy doing all this research. Sometimes I find unlikely friends while doing so, a journey so to say. If I didn't do this, my life would be me stuck in my apartment drawing, refusing to even go outside at least I really have to." Lavo sips her Iced Tea once more.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: well, i'm glad you are able to do these, ya know you're one of the few women I know who do this kind of stuff to prevent them from being in one spot for too long.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: The food then arrives. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Waiter: Here you go.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Thank you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Thank you..." Lavo then looks at Harold. "That's because if I stay in one spot, that will kill me far faster than any Werewolf or Banshee." She comment as she starts eating.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: yeah, I sometimes feel the same, the castle isn't the best place on earth when it comes to fun stuff. *he also starts eating*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods as she keeps eating.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: a few minutes pass* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: So, question, do you like the cold?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"No." Lavo blinks. "... Or more so, I don't like feeling cold..." She eats a bit more.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Oh ok, well I was thinking of taking you to Anor Londo after this, but it's always cold up there…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Lots of Jackets, a hat, gloves and a scarf." Lavo looks to him. "That's how I deal with cold places."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Sounds like the high priestess when Issac turns off the heater. *he chuckles a little* Anyways If you don't want to go I can just think of another place.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo shrugs. "If you want to or not."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I wanna know if you want to though, if you don't want to I could just find a different.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo looks to Harold. "Either works honestly."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Ok, I guess we can go to anor londo.. U-unless you change your mind.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods. "Sure, Anor Londo it is"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Great, the place is a wonderful structure, and the view is gorgeous especially at the main room.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods as she finishes eating.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: after you both finish Harold pays the waiter in a few silver and gold coins. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo watches, before carefully standing up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he take her outside and pulls out a yellow stone* Ready to go?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo's wings grown and wrapped her kind of like a jacket. "Sure..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Alright. *he raises the stone into the air and the are both surrounded in a yellow light, then after a minute, they appear in the courtyard of some sort of fancy cathedral or a home for a royal family, and yes, it is cold*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo luckily had her fur and then her wings. "... Yep, it is cold..." She mumbles softly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he puts his arms around Lavo and keeps her warm* Dont worry, hey you could use my leather jacket if you want?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo blinks, but then she nods. "Yea, that would be nice." She looks to him, blushing a tiny bit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Alright. *he takes off his jacket and puts it on Lavo, the jacket smells like ash*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo didn't care, holding the Jacket close as she nods quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Are you ok with this? I could get you another coat real quick if you want.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo looks to him. "I'm perfectly fine with this." She blinks.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Ok. Now, shall we head up to the main structure.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">She blushes a tiny bit, but she nods. "Yea." She smiles a little.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he takes her hand and leads her along the frosty roads and up some stairs and soon near a courtyard, where he stops and in front of you both lay what looks like dead giants, Harold sighs* Poor souls…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Giants... Huh." Lavo blinks, looking at them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Yes, I believe they are all dead, or too crippled to fight, we have tried to clear the yard but we eventually decided to let them just rest. I still don't know why they were killed here. *he guides Lavo around the courtyard*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Could be of many reasons... Fear, conflict between giants, so on." Lavo walks with him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: They was a place that did wage a war on giants, they won, but now, it's pointless, In places giants are used to do basic labor, Drangleic performs experiments on them and Lordran... I don't know. *they get to another floor and continue walking*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods, walking with him. "That would explain it then..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: yeah, in the army of the sun, giants are used as guards and construction of massive buildings, they are paid and giving proper care. Not neglected like this. *He takes her to what seems to be a bridge towards a lever.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Giants don't exist in my world" Lavo shrugs. "But it is good your order is caring to the giants." She looks to the lever.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Yeah thank you, Now are you ready to see something cool? *he walks over to the lever*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"....Sure?" Lavo tilts her head in a form of confusion.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he pulls the lever*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *a massive pillar in front of them starts spinning and going downwards* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"That is interesting..." She watches, her head still tilting.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *Soon what looks like the top of a tower appears when it goes to a stop, and a bridge extends towards the platform with the lever.* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: see, it's an elevator.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Huh... That is very interesting." Lavo nods, walking to Harold.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he takes her hand and takes her up some stairs and to the top of the elevator* Now I just need to push the next lever and you can see Anor Londo.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods. "Alright." She glance around quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he pushes the next lever and the pillar shoots up and rotates.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">She waits, looking to Harold a bit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: he looks excited

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo smiles a bit since he looked Excited.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: anyways Amir London used to be the home of the old gods.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Old Gods, huh? Gods in Aarde are only made up imaginations sadly, closest things to being gods is Grim reaper and those like him." Lavo shrugs, looking to Harold.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Oh, well these are the only things we got that are like gods, of course there is also the 4 who discovered the lord souls and basically "created the world" but that's just history, I could explain it to you if you want.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo look to Harold. "Aah, that would be interesting."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Ok, well long ago the world was "unformed" and shrouded by fog, filled with dragons, arch trees and such, then from deep within the earth the humans came and found powerful souls in the fires. Gwyn, the lord of sunlight used lightning to chip off the stone scales of the dragons, the witches of izalith used fire to burn down the dragons homes, and Nito the first undead used plague and poison to kinda finish them off, while seath the scaless dragon betrayed his own. And so the age of fire begun, and Gwyn and his family were seen as gods, the witch of izalith were the godmothers of pyromancy and Nito I guess would be the lord of death in a way.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Huh, that is quite an interesting story." Lavo blinks, her ears perked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Yeah, but this is Gwyn's family home. I was guarded by Smough and Orenstine but no one knows where they are.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Oh?" Lavo blinks even more, smiling  a bit. "That is some nice knowledge and history."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Thank you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: *the elevator stops and a massive cathedral stands towering over you both* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo looks to the Massive Cathedral, nodding.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: anyways if we can get to the main bedchamber we can see the view. *he says as he starts to walk up the steps*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">She nods as she follows Harold, looking around her quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">world: *You notice that there are 2 different types of steps, 1 for mobians and humans and another for something bigger.* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo took note of this, but she didn't say anything about it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Alright, so we just have to get past the decons of the deep and then we can see the view. *a few fireballs fly past you both* There they are now.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Huh" Lavo blinks, her ears flicked as she glance at Harold. "Then shall we?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Yes, we shall. *he walks in and uses the pillars as cover.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo picked to follow after him, using the pillars as cover as well. "Mmm..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: careful, these guys are mean.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"As mean as a Werewolf? Cause I've dealt with mean..." She starts loading her crossbow.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I mean that these guy show no mercy to anyone.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Pretty simpler to Werewolves." Lavo glance a bit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: another fireball flies past Lavo. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I guess, now be careful, the fireballs have a homing shot too.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"I'll keep that in mind." Her wings grown a bit, her crossbow loaded with Iron tip bolts. "Whelp, best we hurry, right?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Correct. *he runs out and rolls out of the way of a fireball and hides behind a wall.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo starts timing them before running and rolls to another hiding spot.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *He rushes up to one of them and uses his broadsword to stab it* The normal sized ones die easily, the tall ones and fat ones are harder to kill.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Heh, got it." Lavo then leap into the air, firing her crossbow at the other one, before drawing out her dirk as she lands and moves quickly..

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: a decon is hit and staggers, a taller one goes in to strike at Harold, who dodges the attack and backstabs the tall decon. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I think they are getting weaker.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods as she goes over him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *He kills another decon and soon the hallway is quiet* Wow, easier than I thought.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods glancing around.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: The place is quiet, dark, and also its a little lonely. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">It didn't bother Lavo, only because she was used to them for so long.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Well, that's that. Let's go. *he takes her to an elevator ment for a giant. and they both go up*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo nods, looking around quietly, thinking. "Mmm..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: What are you thinking about?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Nothing at this point..." Lavo blinks.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Oh ok. Well, let's check out the view. *he takes her up towards some sort of bedchamber for a gain and opens a window, showing one of the best views of the land you have seen so far.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo looks out to it, taking in the view quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Wow... um, Lavo, the m-moonlight looks really pretty on you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo's ears twitched, glancing to him as the moonlight did shimmer a bit off of her brown and tan fur. "Does it now?" She tilts her head, but she smiles a tiny bit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he is blushing like crazy trying to think of another thing to say* Y-yeah, it makes you look w-wonderful.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Well, thank you." Lavo nods, glancing to the view. "...I've always been more admiring the night time, honestly..." She blinks.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: I can see why. *he smiles and puts one arm around her*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">She lightly chuckles. "Really now?" She smiles a bit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Yeah. *He lets out a soft laugh* You're perfect for these kinds of settings.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo smiles a tiny bit. "Why thank you."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: you both soon feel a strange attraction to each other, both your lips draw closer, you both can't seem to understand why... '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">No... Lavo understood why; wasn't like she never truly dated before, but it was before she was corrupted. Her eyes glance away a bit, she was just not used to those kind of things, and she felt a twist in her stomach slightly- Not disgust, nor really a negative emotion; it was of a familiar nature to her, something akin to Shyness mix with nervous feelings as she only slightly shift her head a bit, only out of a terrible habit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: Before they kiss, and throwing knife flies right between them and hits the wall. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Holy crap.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">'''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: You have been invaded by dark spirit ornstiene. '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal">

<h3 class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:14.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom: 6.0pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:normal;mso-outline-level:2"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">The old guardian arise 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo huff a sigh, her eyes glancing over to the Dark spirit as she blinks. "...How lovely."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: and to make things worse, this guy is a knight of gwyn, and the captain at that.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Ornstien: *he jumps up and stabs at you both*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Look out! *he pushes you out of the way almost getting hit.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo huff as she was pushed out of the way, she glance to Harold. "Are you alright?" She asked, before glaring at Ornstien.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: yeah, i'm alive.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Ornstien: he jumps again and attacks Harold who rolls out of the way.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo draws out her dirk, going for a backstab on Ornestien at this point.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Ornstien: *he jumps out of the way and swings at you with his massive spear.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">A wing of hers lift up and block her from the attack as she didn't feel fear. "...Hmph..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Be careful, he uses lightning based attacks. *he attacks Ornstien and barely misses.* Crap.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Ornstien: *kicks harold away and points his spear at you, a small lightning bolt is shot out of it and at you.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo suddenly chuckles a bit, smirking. "Funny... I'm used to getting hit by lightning." Her eyes narrowed a bit but she smirks slightly as she was hit; Due to how alter Lavo's body was, the Corruption had alter her nerves as well, causing far less pain to her person, though she did wince. "Hmph..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Lavo, don't get hurt! This guy is relentless. *he tries to attack Ornstien but gets kicked again*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Lightning isn't going to stop me." Lavo then growls, her wings open wide as she then leaps into the air and she goes to attack Ornstien with her Dirk, but she was also thinking of using one of her wings to hit afterwards.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Ornstien: *was about to strike you out of the air, but Harold stabbed him in the leg giving you an opening*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Her Dirk goes to thrust into his shoulder, as the wing on her other side goes to strike at Ornstien, the corruption droplets now becoming threatening.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Ornstien: *The dark spirit of the dragonslayer falls to one knee and then lets out a burst of lightning sending you both flying.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Yet Lavo didn't go far, blood leaking from her nose as she smirks; her feet drag against the ground before she charges forward at Ornstien with her dirk ready.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Ornstein: *run and starts to glide at you spear ready*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">She smirks slyly, her wing on her left side act like a shield as she charges at Ornstien with her dirk.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Ornstien: *he jumps over you and cuts your lower leg*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">However, Lavo turn swiftly before her right lower leg was hit, she then smirks as her blood boils a bit as its random effect starts to appear on the floor it touches, she goes for a quick thrust into a vial area with her Dirk.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: Your dirk goes right into his armor and he jumps back with the dirk still inside him, he looks like he is bleeding* 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo smirks as she then draws the Sword she also carries on her person.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Sword: it glows brightly as she pulled it out of the scabbard.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo stares at Ornstien as she then leaps forward with the aid of her wings.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Ornstien: *he jumps up and cuts one of her wings*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">The wing wasn't easy to cut, being that it is liquid crystal; but it does do some more of cut that the corruption blood starts staining the blade of the weapon; this allow the blood to start doing its work as it wasn't normal blood; and Corruption had many side effects- at random. Lavo smirks as she then thrusts the sword towards Ornstien's gut since he jump.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Ornstein: The armor defended against the Sword but it did cause him to fall back onto the floor, then the corruption, its starts to cover the old guardian as he knees down.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: uh oh, Lavo, get over here quickly!!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo glares at the old Guardian, her wings shield the front of her. "Relax Harold..." She was being serious.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Ornstien:After a few minutes the corruption subsides and the golden armor has melted away leaving a cold silver armor, the spear glowing with the corruption that you have inside you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: You just put him in his second stage, I think we gotta go.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo looked too serious to leave, Her sword ready. "Get out of here Harold... My own Corruption will cancel itself out... This is like fighting Her..." Her eyes narrowed calmly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Now wait a minute, i'm not leaving you behind, I am standing by your side. And who is her?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Someone I knew in my school days... Corruption was far too much for her so she gone Insane, mad as any mad man... I only call her 'K'..." Lavo glares at the Old Guardian. "I've fought and killed her with my own bare hands... I can do it once more." The sword held skillful in her hand as the wings spend open. "...Heh" She smirks a bit as her eyes glow a purple hue.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he draws his sword as well* Well, then I guess we can both kill him with our bare hands.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo was smirking. "That's how we should look at it." She held a stance at this point.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: True.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Ornstien: *he stands up, points his spear, and throws pure dark energy at you both*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo wings twitched as she slashes her sword with the corruption on it to slash/bat back at Ornstien.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Ornstien: *he gets hit, in this stage he seems slower*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he uses his sword and attacks his legs causing the old guardian to stagger*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo dashes forward, jumping into the air as grabs the handle of her sword with both hands to fall on to Ornstien while thrusting it into him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Ornstien: *he almost falls over as he pushes you off him, the sword to deep for him to pull it out himself.*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *he pulls out a throwing knife and hurls it right into the old dragonslayer's eye*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo lands, before running around to get behind Ornstien to tackle him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Ornstein: *he falls over, the sword is driven deeper into his chest and comes out the other end inches from your face*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Lavo! are you ok?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"You didn't hit me, I'm fine." Lavo calmly stated, watching now.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Thank the sun. *he helps her up*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Ornstien: *the dark spirit turns to ash and fades from existence you two have won*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo stands up, huffing a sigh as she messes with her bangs slightly. "... Well, He just wasted some of our time." She goes and picks up her dirk and sword, putting them away before going back to Harold.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Yeah, how rude. At least it was nice while it lasted right? *he says and laughs a little*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo smirks a tiny bit. "Yes... It was." She then kisses his cheek slightly, before glancing away quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: *blushes like heck* oh... Well, now what do you want to do? *he smiles*

<h3 class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:.25in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:4.0pt; margin-left:0in;line-height:normal;mso-outline-level:2"><span style="font-size:17.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">Finally Rest, Completed Love 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"I'm not sure; normally I just head home and play some video games or something." She blinks, before glancing to Harold.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: We can do that if you want too.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Sure, why not" Lavo nods.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Alright!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">World: And so, Lavo and Harold went back to lavo's house and hung out till Harold was needed back home 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"...Well, see you around then." She looks to Harold, blinking.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Yeah, I guess so. I had a lot of fun though.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">"Good to hear." She smiles a little.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Harold: Yeah. *he smiles, and then gives her a quick kiss on the cheek and leaves* See you next time Lavo.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Lavo blushes red, smiling as she nods; watching him leave.

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom: 4.0pt;text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:15.0pt; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#666666">The End