<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Chapter 1: The Meeting of the Keepers</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Update</span></strong></div><br/><strong>Gorvis</strong>: Another bolt surprises the guard as it hits into his flesh with a thud, he looks down at it and then around the area before slowly starting to slide off his horse and hitting the ground. You see him slowly fall before hitting the ground. Clearly dead or unconscious from the death pair of bolts in his chest. The horse remains unmoving as if it does notice that its rider has been taken out.<br/><br/><strong>Dirk &amp; Jareth</strong>:  "Who be you that questions a man of the law? I issue challenge and like a coward you remain mounted. Is fear the reason you remain upon higher ground and within that steel cocoon? Clearly you wish your words to be your sword rather then your steel. If that is the case then clearly you have no place here amongst fighters. Leave here and let the laws will be done. As you you thief shut your mouth and the shit that pours out of it and return to your cell." he motions towards the other guard as the guard walks towards you closely. Making sure to watch your moves rather then fall upon your dagger. The leader of the group faces Jareth yet again. Waiting for the knight to dismount.<br/><br/>Combat: Guard continues to watch Dirk. Leader faces off with Jareth<br/><br/><strong>Orchid</strong>: Dashing through the woods you feel the wind guide your step. As if it is pushing you towards some unseen goal that only it knows. As you run the thoughts of Xysis and his words flutter about your mind. Who or what is a keeper? Why or who wanted you dead? Which friends did he speak of? Something was happening and only the woods were trying to aid you once again. As your feet pound upon the earth you see Azarel running alongside you as the winds continue to push you forwards.<br/><br/><strong>Wick</strong>: Your blade strikes true and hits the hide wearing man within the chest. Stumbling his attack and making him miss you by a hair as your reflexes barely evade his attack. You watch as the axe soars past and seems to push the leaves upon the very ground into the air for a moment. Showing you the strength behind the blow. He continues to grin as he brings his axe around for another blow as his eyes dance with some kind of hidden joy.<br/><br/>Combat: Swing and a miss.