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Name: Omega Age: 15, his robotic body is brand new Height: 5'9" Weight: 155 lbs Weapons: Hyper Buster + Disk buster (a device implanted on his forearm and fist which fires disks (buzz saw's) of plasma..... it does not over his hand so he can still use his one arm.) Special attacks: [B]Ultima Cannon -[/B] Omega holds out his buster cannon, supporting it with his other hand... and charges up a huge orb of green energy..... then disharges it in one mighty beam! [B]Wind cutter -[/B] Multiple disks of energy are fired from Omega's disk firing device, going in all directions, piercing whatever they hit. Bio: ........ I'll post one later........ too much stuff to do now. Appppearence: Same as above.

That's cool Lady M, I'll keep a look out for you, what?. Oh, and one more thing. STONE COLD RULES! what?

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i] [B][COLOR=royalblue]How the hell do you know that you're stronger than Sabirsing? She's never fully powered up........[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] And you won't get a chance to either if you step in the ring with me!

Craig sits in the pokemon gym at Ecruteak........ Craig: Well, I've got until tomorrow morning, I'll go look about town! Craig exited the pokemon centre, and looked right........ he saw the most beautiful creature he had ever seen......... and the girl with it wasn't bad too. Craig: Wow...... a dragonair! *notices Tris* Wow..... a chick! Craig's look suddenly turns to one of great determination. He decided to approach the girl....... and try his luck!

Craig mysteriously pulls a pint from his inner pocket.... his face lights up as he sees it unharmed. Ken: How the hell did you manage that? Craig: If there's on thing I'm good at, it's not spilling my drink! Craig downs the entire drink in one. Craig: Ah, much better. Those bastards are gonna pay for what they did! I had two hours to drink at the bar before old Tony came. I could have had a good 17 and a half pints by then. Siren: Whoa.... I never thought Craig would be a drinker. Craig winks at Sabir as she walks off with Ken. She flicks her hair as she turns back to Ken, which arouses Craig.

Craig has been motionless since Sephiroth and Xyris left........ he is still bemused to why they both completely ignored him. He looks on at the place where Xyris is standing.... with the exact same look on his face as when they just walked off. Suddenly he shakes his head and come to. Craig: Such pleasent people! Well screw them..... I think I will deal with those militia aftar all. Craig starts walking off towards the West. A SOLDIER 1st class aprroaches him. 1st class: Sir..... we have distinct orders from commander Xyris to remain here! Craig simly flips the guy off, and continues walking off. HIs trenchcoat sways in the wind, revealing his Dragon Scimitar. He adjusts his fingerless gloves, and cracks his knuckles. He leaps over a small crevass..... and breaks into a run.... while still remaining silent. He sommersaults off the end of a rock, throwing his trenchcoat as he does so. He lands perfectly in a crouched position behind a rock........ his white vest and blue trousers now the outer garments of his attire. His trenchcoat lies nicely on the rock above. He grips his Scimitar by the hilt with his left hand. He peers out from behind the rock...... and sees a patrol of militia moving South....... looking around diligently, holding pitchforks and various small knives. Craig: Child's play! One of the militia catches what Craig says.... and stops dead. He starts beckoning toward the rock he is hiding behind. Suddenly Craig darts over the top of the rock, holding his Scimitar above his head with both hands. He swipes it down swiftly, cutting the guy in two. He flips the Scimitar around... the gold blade shimmering in the light of the sun. The black dragon rune on it seems to glow at the contact of the mans blood. Craig rests the Scimitar on his right shoulder.......... and stands side on. He raises his left hand, and an orb of fire forms in his left hand. He smiles..... as the pityfull militia starts to flee. Craig: Fire 2! The orb separates into many beams of fire....... one heading for each member of the militia. One at a time the fire reaches each militia member, and they ignite with tremendous speed...... burning to sinders. Craig stands motionless, his hand still raised, and his Dragon Scimitar still resting upon his shoulder. When all the militia are nothing more than chared kindle....... he lowers and sheaths his sword. He turns around, and a Wufei ninja stands before him. Ninja: Hmm...... my scouts indicated that one of the leaders had wandered off in search of a fight......... well you've found one my friend. The ninja draws two swords from his back......... and waits for Craig's reply. Craig unstraps the sheath of his Scimitar, and threw it to the ground. Ninja: Your not going to use a weapon? Craig: I don't think it's neccesary. Ninja: Oh you'll regret that! The ninja charges at Craig. Craig launches forward like a dart and plants his fist into the ninja's gut. He then drops to the floor and sweeps the ninja's legs. The ninjs lands on his back, and flips straight back to his feet. Craig does a crescent kick, knocking a knife from the ninja;s hand. The ninjs takes a swipe at Craig with the other knife. Craig grabs his arm, then swings it back around, making the ninjs stab himself in the leg. The ninjs releases the knife, screaming in pain. Craig twists the knife, then removes it from the ninja's leg. Craig: Oh no my friend...... it is you who is regretting! Craig then drives the knife straight into the ninja's skull, right in the centre of his forehead. Craig stands there, back facing the ninja as he drops to the floor......... dead. Craig picks up his Dragon Scimitar from the ground, and straps the sheath around his waist once again. He jumps back up onto the rock, and grabs his trenchcoat. He slings it on in one swift motion..... and starts running back towards the company.

Theoden: Well...... he's the only Falyore I've seen that matches you in stature......... and he's the only other Falyore that talks even less than you do! You seem unusually talkative today........ Durumir: Well I haven't seen anyone in so long..... the lonelyness drives you insane....... it feels good to talk to people again. Suddenly the two Falyore..... and shortly after Sephiroth, came to a huge opening in the wall....... beautifully decorated. There were two sentry's guarding the opening. Theoden: Here we are........ lets move on. And so Theoden led them into the passage to Solhara.

Meanwhile... at heathrow ariport in London..... a man with brown spikey hair... and a black trenchcoat sits in a chair reading the newspaper. He is sitting on one chair..... and has his legs up on another. A woman approaches. Woman: Excuse me sir....... can I have this chair? Craig: No..... my feet are there. Woman: But surely you don't need two chairs...... just for yourself? Craig: Yes... one for me, and one for my feet. Now get lost! Woman: How rude! Craig: That's wonderful *****..... not get the hell anay from me. Craig continues reading his newspaper...... and takes a swig from his pint. He runs his head through his hair, and puffs. Craig: Damn this is boring....... I wish Ken would hurry up and get over to England.

Lets see hmm.......... yes, thats exactly what I'm saying Rai. I still have to get you back for your victory on NPV....... and in this RPG I am stronger than you. Raiha: *beats the crap into Craig* Craig: :drunk:

Suddenly....... Ralvenar comes trudging from over a nearby glade, a small troop of about 10 men walking behind him. Zyris: Ah.... welcome back! What's the news? Ralvenar: There's a small patrol of militia on the Western border of Cosmo Canyon.... they all seem to be armed with nothing better than pitchforks. It would have been all to easy to dispose of them...... but why waste our time, the Wufei can distract themselves with the farmer patrol.

Durumir's looks suddenly grew angry. Was Sephiroth looking for another fight..... he did not know. Sephiroth had noticed Durumir also. He gripped the hilt of his Masamune...... and stepped forward. Immediately Theoden jumped in between them. Theoden: Please...... no fighting....... no I will have you both banished from Metreon. I want you two to make peace. Sephiroth looked down at the ground...... then like a child who was being forced to do it....... he removed his hand from the hilt of his Masamune...... and held it out. Durumir stepped forward... and embraced his hand, shaking it. Durumir smiled from the fact that peace had been made...... but he could not tell Sephiroth's expresion..... he could only see his cold staring eyes from under his hood. Theoden picked up several large packs.... even by Falyore standards. Theoden: Are you two gonna help me carry these? Durumir: Ofcourse my friend. Durumir strided forward and accepted a bag graciously. Sephiroth silently waled over and snatched another pack from Theoden's hand. Theoden: Durumir...... I lied about the large group coming along..... I did count on this happening. It will be just us three, all other's who wished to go are already there. Durumir: Have you even enquired to our silent friend here if he wishes to go? Theoden: Well...... not exactly. Theoden and Durumir turned to Sephiroth, and awaited his answer.

Fine, a tournament is just what I need. Seph, I'll see you in the final.

Craig: I don't know the guy......... but I've been in contact with him. Siren: Huh......... what do you mean? Craig: Open fist boxing match........ about 25 years ago. The Columbian Cartel....... which as you know....... are all vampires that do everything illegally...... wanted a little entertainment. Sion was working for them at the time...... they just came and grabbed me off the streets. they were just expecting a massacre.... for Sion to rip me to pieces...... they didn't know I was one of them. Lupos: Interesting........ what happened? Craig: I beat him....... he couldn't take it and treid to kill me..... so I took his arm as a prize........... it grew back of course........ and he's always bore a grudge........... but he's always been intimidated by me........ and his councel status won't matter...... I can get on the councel....... I've been offered several times. Plus my father is already on the councel. Espa: I suppose that's some reassurement. Craig flicks Ebony and Ivory out from their holsters.... and holds them straight out..... looking down the sight. Craig: If he tries anything...... I'll introduce him to Ebony and Ivory........ and unlike rat boy over there..... they won't be shooting blanks. Zack: What....... I'm not shooting blanks!!! Craig: :laugh: I'm only messin with you........ and anyway I was talking about Neil.

Durumir was being dragged off........ when suddenly Theoden approached. Theoden: Release him......... Guard: But sir....... we caught him fighting.... Theoden: I said release him...... and the other one. He's an old friend. Durumir was let loose.... he made no hassle...... and was very polite towards the guards. Theoden: Come on........ we're going to the weapon festival in Solhara. Durumir: I doubt it....... Solhara is over 2000 miles away....... it took me almost a year to reach that place..... and the festival ends in a week....... I don't know how you plan to make it. Theoden: You forget that we are mining people......... we need'nt go across the earth to get there..... we just make a short cut... straight through the earth. There is a huge passage that leads there at the back of our caves..... it's like a back door........ but only the Falyore know about it of course. Durumir: You could have told me that before I set out! Theoden: Ah, but the tunnel was still in construction then...... now it is finished..... earlier this year. Durumir: But surely it will take us over a week to get there even in the tunnel? Theoden: Not at all........ about 2 days actually. Well........ I'm not sure if you can keep up...... Durumir: I think that would be the other way round...... you forget that I am a ranger, I do not dally..... I am a man of haste. Theoden: I suppose your right..... well........ we leave in an hour. A large group is coming...... whoever wishes to go is welcome ofcourse. If it weren't for that tunnel....... you would have been the only Falyore to set foot in Solhara. Durumir: Are we the only party going there? Theoden: Oh goodnedd no.... many parties have set of before us........ there are near 80,000 Falyore in Solhara as we speak, and another 10,000 on the trail. So get ready, we leave in an hour. Durumir: I am ready...... everything I need I have in my possesion. Theoden: I guessed so............. lets be off then. We just need the map......... and then we wait for the party at the entrance. Durumir: You've just taken all the thrill out of what I do. I toil for near a year...... without map or guide...... and then I return..... and you have shortened my journey by about 350 days. Theoden: Well....... if we all did what you do...... we wouldn't spend any time here either...... by the time we got back the next festival would have started. Durumir: Indeed............ well lets be going then. And so Theoden led Durumir off towards the check in station, where they would collect the map and supplies.

Name: Craig Hybrid: Dragon

Craig: What........ so I'm battling you now??? Andrew: Yes, yes you are. You still up for a one on one battle? Craig: I suppose............ Andrew: You still plan to use Seadra? Craig looks down.... and holds up the pokeball on his neck. Andrew sensed something special was in that pokeball. Craig: No........ I'm gonna use this one. Hydro return! Craig called Hydro back into his pokeball....... then unclipped the ball from his neck. Andrew held up an Ultra ball. He threw it....... and out came Articuno. Andrew: You have no hope of beating me. This is one of the legendary birds. Craig: I beg to differ. Craig hurls his pokeball across towards Andrew. It flashes open and a white bolt of lightning shot out, and slowly took form. The pokeball flew back into Craig's hand. The pokemon finally took form........ and Mew stood there. It blinked twice...... then took to the air. Andrew: :wow: Craig: Mew...... thunderbolt!! An electirc shield surrounded Mew......... then his eyes went completely blue....... and a huge bolt of electricity shot out...... frying Articuno. Articuno was still in the game...... very much so. Andrew: Dammit........ Articuno Ice beam!!! Craig: Psychic!!!!!!! Articuno shot a mighty Ice beam towards Mew........ when suddenly it stopped dead. Articuno and his Ice beam are hurled back by some tremendous force...... crashing into the wall of the gym. Andrew: Sky attack!!!!!! Articuno glowed red........ then launched at Mew with tremendous speed...... crashing into it. Mew let out a cry of pain....... and fell to the floor. He quickly got back up into tha air. Suddenly a blue orb surrounded Mew........ sparking with electricity. (the thing he does on the first movie) He launches at Articuno with tremendous speed......... crashing into him. Articuno is hurt....... but then he launches an ice beam at Mew. It struck Mew in the back....... hard! Both pokemon fell to the floor........ eyes closed. For about 10 seconds both pokemon were motionless.......... then suddenly Mew's eyes opened. He shook himself off......... and climed to his feet. He flew over and sat on Craig's shoulder. Articuno lifts his head........... but then crashed to the floor once again. Morty: Articuno is defeated......... Craig wins. Andrew: :cool: Good match my friend. Here's your badge. Andrew held out his hand....... and handed a badge to Craig. Craig: Hey..... I could use some company...... want to tag along? Andrew: I'm not sure......... Craig: Well....... I'll be at the pokemon centre tonight...... I leave first thing. If you want to come....... you know where I am. With that, Craig walks out of the gym, with Mew still on his shoulder.

Just one question...... how can Raiha fly outside a bar that's 200 feet below a huge mountain.... the only way into which is a heavily guarded iron door? --------------------------------------------------------------- Durumir looked about his house.......... it was quite big considering...... he was rarely there. He unsheathed his Scimitar and Long Sword, and threw them on the nearby table. He walked into the next room......... a few comfy chairs and a fireplace were in there... and a rug...... the skin of a bear. He flopped into the biggest chair near the fir place....... and dust was thrown into the air...... surrounding Durumir. He jumped up, waving his hand infront of him and coughing. Durumir: I should have seen that coming....... Durumir took off his attire.... which was still pretty damp. He kindled the fire for a bit....... and then lay his clothes out near it. He went to his wardrobe, and got out another tunic....... exactly the same as his last one. He put his tunic on......... and decided to go out for a bit. He grabbed his weapons...... and left. He didn't plan to leave the village...... but he still wanted to have a good look around, as he had spent very little time here. He walked down a street........ and saw a Falyore..... as tall as Durumir was, with a cloak that shadowed his face (Sephiroth). The rumours and tales of this man Durumir was not familiar with. Strangely enough...... Durumir did not find him intimidating...... he had seen much worse things then an equal sized Falyore in his time. He did however decide that this man was a loner........ much like Durumir. Never the less....... he made up his mind to make conversation with the man. He approached, and the man was about to brush past him, when Durumir spoke. Durumir: Hello my good man....... can you direct me to the nearest tavern? Sephiroth glanced angrily at Durumir...... then continued walking. Durumir's face now became harsh........ and he grabbed Sephiroth by the shoulder, and spun him round. Durumir: Can you not speak........ or are you just so ignorant that you didn't hear me. Where is the nearest tavern? Sephiroth smiled........ he knew now that this man didn't know of him. He brushed Durumir's hand off his shoulder, and continued walking. Durumir put his hands on his hips....... and looked at the ground...... he smirked. He then strided at great pace, grippping his Scimitar as he did so. He clamped his hand onto Sephiroth's shoulder, and in one swift motion, spun him round...... and drew out his Scimitar at the same time. Sephiroth had not expected to be threatened....... but he also drew his sword....... as he was about to issue a threat of his own. Their swords skipped past each other........ and were placed at the throat of the other Falyore. Durumir was extremely angered...... but Sephiroth's look was somewhat calmer...... although there was definately anger in his eyes. Sephiroth: You have guts my friend....... but I suggest you walk away now....... while you can. Durumir: No no..... not until you answer my question. I do not know what fear you have struck into these people.......... but I do not share their fear...... I have fought things much worse than you my friend. Sephiroth drew his sword closer to Durumir's neck, as if challenged........ but Durumir didn't move..... or alter his expression. They stared directly at each other........ eye to eye. Several Falyore had been distracted by this show...... and a small crowd was gathering around them........ but no one dared to intervene. Durumir: Now....... are you going to risk loosing your life...... just because you wouldn't answer my question? Sephiroth: Indeed I am prepared to fight........ but I will not loose my life....... I promise you. Durumir had been challenged........ he knew that........ and Sephiroth knew now that the following event would depend on Durumir's response. Durumir turned his head to the side.......and puffed. His head shot back like lightning to meet Sephiroth's. Theu continued to stare at each other.......... they both knew what was going to happen now........ but Sephiroth was surprised by it.... he was expecting Durumir to back away.......... just like the others....... but then again........ he hadn't heared of Sephiroth's skill. Although....... Sephiroth hadn't heared of Durumir's skill either. In a flash they bth stepped back, their swords clashing and sparking against each other. They both stared at each other.... they were now a few feet apart. Women looked on terrified....... and moved their excited children from the crowd... Durumir flicked his sword around in one elegant movement. Suddenly several guards burst through the crowd....... and restrained the two. There were several guards holding each of them back...... and neither of them fought to broke free....... they knew the fight was pointless...... they were just fighting out of pride. Never the less...... the continued to stare at each other as they were being pulled in opposite directions. They knew that they were both spending a night in a cell......... but Durumir certainly didn't care. Well actually he did....... he only wanted to get a drink. As he was hancuffed and led away...... he could hear the crows sayinf things like "Looks like someone finally had the balls to stand up to Sephiroth........... what a fool!" A woman responded to this by saying "Well...... it seems like there's a new rivalry on the block......... thats all we need." another man said "Who is that new guy anyways......... he looks pretty strong" and another said "I hear he's a ranger....... never about, always up in Physar and such". Durumir cared not about these comments...... and continued to be led to his cell........ which was to be his bed for the night......... Sephiroth would suffer similar treatment. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sorry if this character doesn't match yours Seph........ thats just the impression I got of what your character would look like........ and it made for a pretty good post.

A few hours later, and Craig and all his pokemon are healed. Joy: You have a nice team there..... but what's that pokemon on your neck? Craig: That's my business I think. Joy: There's no need to be so damn rude! Craig: There's no need to be so damn cheeky! Mind your own business in future. With that, Craig takes his pokeballs and storms out. He takes a path down to the right. He soon comes out before a gym. Craig: I only need this badge....... and then I'm one badge away from the league....... and my place in immortality. Craig, seemingly with a new found confidence, storms into the gym. He sees the gym leader........ on the other side og the gym..... that was missing a floor. In the centre there was a black void....... Craig approached it...... and looked at the gym leader with a "what the **** is this all about" kind of look. Craig called out Onix...... who easily reached to the other side. Craig triumphantly ran across his back to the other side. He called Onix back..... and walked upto the gym leader. Morty: You wish to battle me? Craig: Yes please......... Morty: Fair enough...... a one on one match sound good to you? Craig: Perfect!......... Go Seadra!!! Morty: A nice choice....... go Gengar!!! The two pokemon faced each other, ready for a match.

I'll meet you guys when you get to the U.K........ at the airport or some crap. Don't forget aboot me.

Craig is walking along the route to Ecruteak. He looks about curiously...... when suddnely some poison ink hits him in the cheek. He runs about in circles clutching his cheek. Craig: It burns........ it burns!!!!! Craig quickle wipes it off........ then hits the deck, and crawls along the floor, towards where the attack came from. He pokes his head through some shrubs, and sees a wild Seadra battling a wild Quilfish. Craig: A Seadra.... excellent!!! Craig silently unclips Sparky's pokeball from his belt...... and calls him out. Craig:*whispering* Thunderbolt that lake Sparky....... Sparky: Rai...... RaiCHUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!! Raichu sends a huge thunderbolt into the lake...... making both the pokemon faint. Craig holds up an empty pokeball.... and throws it at the Seadra. He is caught instantly. The pokeball flies back into Craig's hand. He calls Raichu back, and holds up his pokeball containing Seadra. Craig: You will be called Hydro! Now....... onto the pokemon centre...... to heal my burning face!!! Craig runs off towards Ecruteak, again clutching his face. He soon arrives in Ecruteak, and runs off like a wailing banchee to the pokemon centre. He storms in and more or less throws his pokeballs on the counter. Joy: Why are you clutching your face??? Craig: Seadra..... ink...... burns!!!!!!!! Joy: I see.............................................................. welll we'll sort you out anyway. Chansee........ get your useless flump of a self over here..... (sorry, I just hate Chansee) Chansee came running over, happy as a dog. Joy: Take this boy to the burn ward will you..... Chansee looked on puzzled, as normally onl pokemon are treated in the pokemon centre. Joy: Chansee........ must I tell you again? And so Chansee led Craig to the burn ward, while Joy healed Craig's pokemon....... except Mew, which still remained on his neck.

Durumir continues down the path, and comes upon a set of stairs. He walks down them, the arch around him windening and heightening as he progressed further down. Eventually he reached the bottom of the stairs, and appeared in a huge dome in the mountain. Many houses were built up from the ground, while some were built into the wall of the dome. There were various staircases leading up higher..... to several more levels in the dome, where more houses lay, suspended by a sheet of tough Iron alloy, several metres thick. There were several of these levels..... the first three levels were all of the same equity, but the top two were for the more wealthy of the village. Durumir: Welcome home Durumir..... Two guards stood at the base of the staircase....... and at the base of everyother staircase. There were also Falyore authorites patrolling........ even though these caves were probably the safest place in the world. Durumir walked on down a street...... and saw another Falyore approaching him. Durumir: Is that man drunk? The Falyore approached Durumir, and slowched as he put his hand on Durumir's shoulder. ???: Let me.... *hiccup* ask you something friend... *hiccup* do you like the Windhyte scum??? Durumir: Indeed I do..... they are the friendliest folk I have ever encountered. ???: Why you!!! *hiccup* The drunken Falyore (Flash, if you haven't guessed) took a slothful swing at Durumir. Durumir just stepped aside, and Flash fell to the floor......... asleep. Durumir shook his head, and continued down the street. After some time Durumir arrived at the far wall of the dome, and then he made a left turn. Soon he came upon a house built into the wall........... "The house of Durumir the Free" was carved elegantly into the door. Durumir opened the door slowly....... and saw it was much the same as he had left it....... except all dusty and stale. Durumir: Home sweet home.

Durumir continued down a long path, well lit by lanterns and torches. It went down a slope somewhat for a while. There were no houses here...... they were further in. These many tunnels near the entrance, that stretched for about 5 miles, were simply for protection, to confuse enemies. Durumir took a right turn up a straight set of stairs. For ages he seemed to climb. When he finally reached the top of the stairs, he took his immediate left turn. This path again led uphill, going through a series of turns. His clothes, which were now moderately dry, gleamed in the light of the torches and lanterns. The sheath's of his Scimitar and Long Sword sparkled proudly. He passed a few Falyore children, obviously exploring. They approached him excitedly. Child: Excuse me sir........ are you the famous ranger Durumir? Durumir: Well, I am a ranger by the name of Durumir....... but my popularity is not great to my knowledge. Child2: I can't believe it........ it's really Durumir.... look at his swords! Child: Can I hold your funny lookin' sword please Mr Durumir? Durumir: Sorry child......... but I think my Scimitar is a bit too big for you. Now come on, I'll take you back to the village. It's far too dangerous for a group of children to be wandering about like this. Child3: Wow....... we're gonna walk with Mr Durumir. Durumir took two of the children by the hands, and led them all down a pathway which led downhill and to the East. Although the children probably knew the way better than Durumir.... they never questioned his route, or corrected him when he took a wrond turn. Eventually they came to a three way fork in the road. Durumir knew that one led to another fork......... but the other two led to dead ends........... or worse. Durumir: Do any of you little ones know the right way? He looked about them. Every one of them pointed down the left path, which led down hill. Durumir smiled, and then led the children down the left path. They walked a short way, and then came across a set of spiral stairs that led downwards. Durumir led all the children down first, and then he walked at the rear. They cescended for a good while, the air becoming hot and stuffy the further they descended. At the bottom of the staircase.... they came directly upon another fork, this one a two way fork. One led to a village, the other to the shops and places of trading and business. Child1: We know our way fine from here Mr Durumir...... besides, we have to go to the market....... and your probably going to your house. Durumir: Indeed....... well, farewell to you little ones. But be warned, to not be caught by a guard wandering that far outside of the village....... they are not as kindly as I. With that, the children bed farewell to Durumir, and then scurried off down the path to the market. Durumir flashed a quick smile, then took off down the road to the village, and his house.

Rocky roars at the tiny Clefaiy, scaring the living **** out of it. Whitney: Clefairy.... use sing!!! Craig: Rocky, Tackle that...... little freak!!! Onix slams into Clefairy with all it's force, knocking out Clefairy straight away. Whitney: But........ but....... damn you!!! Craig: You only have one pokemon left, use it wisely. Whitney: I only need one! Go Miltank!!! Use Rollout!!! Craig: Rocky....... Earth quake!!!!! Miltank jumped into the air, then curled up into a ball and rolled at great speed towards Rocky. Rocky slameed itself into the ground, sending a huge earth quake slamming into Miltank. Miltank is hurled into the wall. It faints. Whitney: How........ how......... *bursts into tears* Craig: Good God. Just give me the badge brat and I'll be on my way. Whitney: You can't have it..... you cheated. Craig: You don't have much of a say in that matter. Either give me the bagde that I earnt, or I shall remove it from you by force. Whitney:*sniveling* Fine....... take it you meanie. Whitney slings a badge at Craig. He catches it, then cals Onix back. He leaves. Craig: Two to go, onto the next town!

Craig enters the gym, rubbing his eyes from the light. When his focus returns, he sees a girl, about a year or two younger than him, standing on the battle field. Whitney: Hi, I'm Whitney........ have you come to challenge me? Craig: Not exactly........... beat you is more the phrase you want. Whitney: Don't be so cocky...... I'm bet... Craig: How about you stop running your mouth, and we actually battle today! Whitney: Hmph......... fine! Go Clefairy!!! Craig: *chuckles* Go Rocky!!!

Durumir's cloak blew in the harsh winds of the storm that presently attacked the area South of the Metreon caves. He held his tattered brown cloak over his face, gripping it around his neck. The rain beat against his already soaked attire. The wind blew his hood back, his hair fluttering in the wind. Durumir: This storm is not usual in these lands....... I must make haste..... I cannot afford to be here when night falls. Durumir yanked his hood back over his face, and continued on. His boots sank into the muddy grass land with each step...... mud now covered his boots upto the ankles. His clothes and cloak pressed against his body from the drenching. He helf the cloak firmly around him, although the heavy wind even made it difficult for a Falyore of his stature. He beckoned over a glade, and witnessed another two fields....... maybe 3 leagus or more each, as far as he could see. Durumir: That is what I must make before nightfall......... in these conditions. I must press on. Some hours later, night has fallen. Durumir has passed the fields he witnessed..... and has come upon some stone land. He slippes as he climbed up onto a large rock, and he looked on over the plain before him. A large bare area of rock land.... no animals or plants..... and after some way towards the North West he saw them, rising suddenly from the Earth. The Metreon mountains, in which the caves of his people lay. A smile came over his drenched face and soaked goatee. He threw back the hood of his mouldy cloak..... it was of no use to him anymore. He looks about him...... as the Metreon mountains started enclosing about him. He pressed on, taking great strides as he did so. All of a sudden he saw something in the distance.... what he thought at first glance were horses. Durumir: It seems the Metreon's are aware of my presence. About time too! Within no time at all..... three men, Falyore guards, were upon him. Theoden: Well, it seems the ranger has returned..... decided to finally embrace the caves as your home? Durumir: My heart does not belong in those caves........ but indeed my weary body does. Will you not take in a fellow Faylore who is weary? Theoden: I would never turn a Faylore away........ especially not an old friend. Theoden dismounts his horse, and embraces Durumir in a hug. Theoden: Why can you not stay? Durumir: I belong....... no..... belonged in the country, exploring. However, it seems now you shal get your wish, as I have had all I care to see of the outside world for a great time. I will be staying in Metreon...... perhaps until the end of my days. Theoden: It is good to hear it! Come my friend.... let us return to the city, and you will tell me many a tale of your journey. Theden put his leg in the stirrup of his horse, and he mounted his horse. He held out his hand....... and Durumir embraced it, clutching his cloak with the other hand. Theoden pulled Durumir up behind him, and his horse sped off, followed by the other two horsemen. The galloped over the stony ground........ which, as they got nearer the mountains, started to spurt plants and trees. Like s forest slowly over coming a harsh desert........ the trees of the Falyore grew mightily, and their roots grew deep into the rich soil. Theoden: You are but half the size you were when you left my friend, you need a good meal. Durumir: Half my size is a bit exaggerated....... but I would welcome a Faylore meal......... indeed it is the only meal that can fill a Falyore. Theoden: Well............ you will get a banquet fit for 10 Falyores. The Kind is even interested to hear some of your tales. Durumir: What did I do to deserve such a thing? Theoden: Follow your heart my friend. It has earned you much reverity among our people. The horses were now riding on a thing stony path, with lush thick grassland on either side. The mountains drew upon them. They were confronted by a stable. The horses were locked up securely in the stables, and then the party had to take the rest of the trail on foot. Led by Theoden, the party of 4 followed a winding track that led up the mountains, but then swerved around to the side of the mountain, before dropping down in towards another mountain. It then swerved Northwards again, and went upwards, over a small creek. The path followed the creek for some way, and suddenly dropped down into a chasm. Soon the company was confronted by a huge door, leading into the mountain. They were surrounded by several sentry towers. A guard approached, saw who they were, and opened the huge wooden doors. Durumir removed his cloak, revealing his black and red attire (think Boromir, he looks EXACTLY like him, clothes and everything). The party stepped into a well lit lobby, several Falyore waltzing about the place, there is also a small weaponry and pantry. A smile broke over Durumir's face. Theoden handed him a towel. He tried his hair with a quick rubbing motion of the towel. Theoden: You still know where your house is? Durumir: Ofcourse. Theoden: Then I shall see you at the banquet my old friend. Durumir: Yes, I will see you there. Durumir looked about for a short time, then suddenly nodded, as if the correct routs just popped back into his memory. He took off down a path to the left, his boots squelching and splurting out water as he went along.