Kasei picks up the locket, then dashes away. At this time, shadows envelope the field, and zori teleports in front of the assasin.Well well well, I ssssee you are a match for kasssei,let me sssse you defeat me! zori dissapeared into shadows, at the same time, all darkness in the desert swept towards the assasin in a flurry of tentacles...

OOC: Thank you, and also thanks for giving it chance to work with yukie
IC:
Though the assassin had fallen to the ground, he wasn't dead yet, Alex was now preparing what could be the last attack, but he noticed Raven strategy and stopped
'I want to see the fear in your face when you see death' he thought, full of hate...
Althought this thoughts lowered his electric field, he didn't let his guard down for a second...

Blank could do little but stare at the magical abilities of the adventurers participating. The decent water-based attack conjured by Alex was not only impressive, but it resembled a tsunami compared to anything that the pitiful Hylian could do. Although he was more magically enabled racially, being a Hylian meant nothing when one was a grunt. Even if Blank attained the ability to cast a simple Elemental Burst, he would be hard-pressed to find the energy to cast it more than once.

"Sure wish I had some power..." he muttered to Raven, but the Sheikah had already disappeared. He stared at his swords: simple, wooden... useless.

And then he remembered something... There had been a man, conflicted by family strife and a war of elements. Now what was his name... Ah yes! Hiro... recalled Blank, remembering the Incineran. Through the troubled man, Blank had acquired a strange type of magical... skill... It had been ages since the warped force had been activated by the nomad.

Holding his hand out, Blank attempted to charge the shadowy magic. A black and purple spark appeared at his fingertips, but it snuffed out instantly. A glum expression crossed his face, and he knew it was hopeless. He stared up at the clouds in the sky, and shouted as if to no one in particular. "Alright, I get it, no special powers!"

Settling down, Blank accepted the fact that all he had was his physical strength. Clutching his swords, he ran at the assassin again. He doubted, of course, that the attempt would hold. This mercenary seemed too quick.

OOC: I don't get it Blank, you're one of the best RPers I known, following logic, your character should have at least a special power, but I guess that's where the richness of your character lies...

OOC: Blank's special powers probably have yet to be revealed...unless it's the power of writing extremely good posts...

IC:
The Assassin slowly shakes himself out of the daze caused by the electrical downpour and stands to his feet, still wobbling. Just in time for another unexpected thing to occur: his mask suddenly ices over completely. 'ICE? ICE!?! Why I oughta -

'That's enough. You have done a satisfactory job.' The thought penetrates his own head without any warning whatsoever. But in truth, the Assassin had been expecting - and hoping - that the message would come sooner. Still, this timing is good enough.

'FINALLY!!! I'm getting sick of all this - using his weaponry as my own isn't easy, you know!'

'I apologize, but you realize the significance of -'

'Yeah, yeah, I know. I'll be back in a few minutes. Just let me wrap up your job.' A warmth is all that answers him, but he knows what it means - that is what he was expected to say. He hates it when his responses are expected...

A mighty heat radiates from his face, instantly incinerating the ice without harming the mask. Zori's attack is coming straight towards him, Blank is charging, and Alex the Zora waits to strike as soon as he slips up. It was unexpected that Zori would join the fray, just as it was unexpected that Alex would hold back. But it no longer mattered; the task set before him was nearly complete.

The tentacles of darkness completely envelope the Assassin, and for once it appears he makes no attempt at escaping the attack.

A laugh comes from the north of the group. The Assassin stands there, having somehow reached that spot without anyone seeing him move.

"Very well! I suppose I can't get past you all. I acknowledge my defeat in this little skirmish." With the distance he has placed between him and the group, no one can hear him mutter, "Even if I did have a handicap."

"Of course, you do realize that I'll have to get my vengeance on you all for this," he shouts again. "I hope you never let your guard down; it will make it as interesting as today's battle has been." He turns as if to move away.

"Hold it!" His masked face comes back around to see Koura standing there, a defiant look on her face. "Who are you? Tell me!"

A smile forms on his face. Exactly as expected. 'Ten seconds,' he thinks. The response comes instantly. 'Understood.'

He turns back to face them. "You want to know my name? Very well then, Koura!" As he speaks, a twinkling light comes over his left shoulder. Then by his right knee. Then in front of his mask. In a few seconds, the air around him is sparkling like the night sky. As Shada looks harder, she suddenly realizes that the Assassin is fading.

He leaves four words as a parting gift before disappearing completely.

"My name is Wraith!"

OOC:hehe, too much like the end of "Thieves!!"
IC:
Alex looks astounded at the point where the assassin, Wraith, had been.
"Was...it...all?" said Alex as the electricity sourrounding his body fades
He looks around at the aftermath of the fight, watching the state of his comrades.
Roso showed no signs of going back to his original shape 'Maybe it was the luck she gave us, after all'.
Not sure if Dogura had gone back to normal, he thought the best thing to do now was to leave him alone until he returned to his normal shape.
As for him, he slowly regained his former attitude, concealing the spirits again.
"Isn't Calla waiting for us?" he asked finally.

Shada sighs and nods at Alex's suggestion. "Yes, please take us to Keyru and Calla."

Koura glances at her. "Who're you? And who's this Keyru...oh, you mean Alpha." A sly grin comes over her face. "Yeah, they're right south of here...I let him sleep in my bed last night."

Shada's head whips around. "What! You didn't actually -" A furious look overcomes all of her features as her fists tighten as she realizes that she's been had.

Koura winks at her and returns to skipping along to the south.

* * *

"That was the worst job I’ve ever taken." The Assassin, who has named himself Wraith, slowly walks around the tiny room. Intricate runes cover the walls, floor, and ceiling of the cylindrical room, including the door on the northern side. Other than the runes and Wraith, all that inhabits the room is a tall man, turned away from him so that all he can see is the blood-red cape on the man’s back. "And how do you expect me to convince them that I’m Wraith if I fail to kill my targets?"

A strong voice answered him, but beneath the strength that it possessed could also be heard a great deal of wisdom and fearlessness. It was almost...mystifying...in its tone. "Again, I apologize for that. But you know as well as I do that they are perhaps the best choice to announce the return of the world’s greatest assassin."

"And yet I can’t even use my specialty. The original Wraith was a master of lightning – I understand that – but my powers originate from a different source. I can’t even activate Brenyuu without a heck of a lot of luck."

There is some motion of the cape. The other has nodded his head yes. "I shall make arrangements to ease you in this matter. In the meantime I would suggest to you that you get in more practice with your predecessor’s element of choice."

Wraith slowly turns and walks towards the doorway. Turning the handle and cracking it open, he looks back. "You really think it’ll reach the ears of those we need to hear it?"

"Of course it will...the King’s men would not have believed it completely if I told them, but those adventurers will most certainly get word somehow to the Hylian forces. And when I confirm it, the Generals, especially Noval, will feel forced to take action."

"And if they don’t tell them?"

The cape moved in accordance with a shrug. "It matters not. While it will make our job easier with the Royal Guards doing our will, the news will reach Wraith soon enough. The group will tell him shortly, that is certain."

"WHAT!?!" Wraith turned completely around. "They all know Wraith!?!"

Another nod. "But that is not your concern. And as for things that are truly your concern, I will inform Julem that she is to tell the Gerudo of your true mission, so that Wraith’s record will remain without blemish."

He finally turned back to face the Assassin. A pair of eyes so black that they reminded him of the deepest and darkest nightmares he had ever had to misfortune of going through pierced into his soul. A sole hint of crimson in each pupil reminded him of how dangerous his master was. The face he stared at was tall and narrow, with a chin that jutted out and a large forehead that led up to smooth, white hair that spiked in the back. A grin that exuded power met him. "Now go to your next target. And use those new needles I’ve made for you."

With a bow, Wraith turned and left to carry out his master’s orders.

OOC: I can't resist... XD :

"No! Not Wraith, anyone but him!... Wait, who's Wraith?"

Blank stared incredulously at where the Assassin had been standing. This was certainly an odd turn of events. The name Wraith meant nothing to him. Sure, "wraith" was just a way of saying "ghost," although it was normally implied, in storytelling, that a wraith was far more terrifying than a simple ghost.

"He shouted that last statement as though he expected it to phase us. But... I don't feel any connection to it at all. Shada? Koura? ... Alex? Anyone ever heard the name before?" He guessed not; assassins did not seem to be the type to freely give their names out, and so this particular man's name was likely as confidential as the next's. Still, Blank felt confused (as he normally did), and wondered why the hired killer had been emphasized his name.

"Y'know, I can't see why he told us his name, especially in such a powerful-type way. I bet if he were to write his name out on parchment, he would have to not only italicise it, but bold it as well..." Blank let himself quiet down. Obviously, that statement could not have been expected at all.

"Well... Calla's sick, and Alpha's waiting. Shall we go on?"

OOC: Edit: Guess I got here late...

IC: Blank followed the others back to Koura's abode, laughing at the Gerudo's joke, but hoping that Shada had not noticed. She seemed oddly disturbed by the notion.

"The only reason I find for him to tell us his name is that we are now targeted by him" he let the group swallow the words slowly, after all, they were close to defeat him only because they outnumbered him many times.
"I'm sure that we'll see him again soon (OOC:and so am I ), and when we do I hope he doesn't find us alone" he walked over a dune and looked south, he couldn't help but blush at Koura's joke, the Zora noticed he had lost some apprehension for the Gerudo.
"Well, whenever you're ready!" he said turning to the group.

Koura is already gone, and Shada's furious form is following her. Yukie walks nonchalantly over to where Alex stands and shrugs. "Looks like them two're in a bit more of a hurry than we are, Alex. What say we join 'em?" He slowly begins meandering south after the others.

OOC: FoG IV will end back in Sand Exile. So, I won't be posting any more in this topic. See y'all there!

Without blood, and carnage, Dogura's form cannot maintain. He slowly began to morph back to the hylian they all knew. It was a miracle that he wasnt knocked out cold from the morph. He picked up the clothes that he threw off, and pulled them on.

The armor was hot. Too hot to equip anyways, and he decided to carry it. His legs wobbled as he walked. Almost all of his power was drained from the useless transformation. He slowly made his way back to the meeting place, where the beakon was first fired.

OOC: Oh thanks alot Alpha, dont even let me use the transformation! lol! Well, good ending as usual, and im heading over to the topic.

OOC: wait, where is that?!?

IC: zori, looking dissapointed, left, leaving a confused kasei behind...

OOC: Go a screen east and two screens south.

OoC: Congratulations on a great battle, everyone! ^_^ Pity that I didn't have the time to participate... Oh well. I'll go for the next one ^_^;

IC:

Sand, sand, and more sand. To the left, there's sand, to the right, sand is. In front of him is sand, behind him, sand lies, like a maze that continues to shapeshift itself.
"I hate deserts."-Tayro said, as he again lunged himself deeper in this place that to the eye never changed, but in truth was constantly morphing into something new. This, was the desert's way to get his "prey"... a continuous transformation that would lose careless travelers in its grip.

Various signs of stress and tiredness were quite visible in the young mage's face, may it be in his continues sweat pouring, or his eyes starting to retract and closing, rendering him to an eternal sleep. But no. He couldn't die here. He had promised to help Alpha, no matter if his life was in stake. He had to regain his honor as an adventurer, he had to redeem himself for being so careless in the past, as he constantly remembered himself.
"Come on! Rose said it was only a bit north of the cave..."-he muttered, his energy reserves starting to reach an end. Walking for hours in the desert was quite stenuating to one with heavy garbs upon himself, which was Tayro's case, with his long cloak being dragged behind him.

As he was a bout to return the way he just came, also known as giving up, or, using the Hylian's words: 'To search in my way back, as I might have missed them', when he sighted a battle occuring ahead. The adrenaline of the moment rising into him, filling his veins with the enough power to continue onwards, he dashed to the battle location. However, he was but a moment too late, as the supposed opponent fled. Only thing that the boy could hear before his target vanished was his name.
Wraith... That is one name that I'm sure that I won't forget... I think that we'll meet again, wretched Ghost...- he thought, as he observed the assassin vanish into thin air.

As he eyed the place where the group once stood, he noticed his companions had started to walk away, spread out, probably to Koura's cave once more, leaving him behind.How dare they do that to me! Ignoring me!- he thought, as he glared at them all.

This was short lived, as they seemed not to pay him any attention, and continue on their way through the shifting sands of Parapa, treacherous as it can be. Yes deserts were not very pleasant locations to people. I have to go all the way back, don't I...? The thought of traveling in the sands for quite a while longer was really not appealing to the mage apprentice, but it was necessary. And still, he still hadn't redeemed himself, so he would have to continue to help the Sheikah as best as he could. This however, was quite welcomed, as he enjoyed being with the mage and his companions, having great adventures together. His mind filled itself with glee with these thoughts.

As he eyed the group again, he noticed he had wandered too much in his though and that they were now barely visible to him, them mixing with the dead-filled view.
"Hey, wait up!"-he yelled, as he concentrated his energy n his legs and started running towards them and the cave. Getting lost yet again was not an option.

DarkCrystal Sovel simplely walked away, not even turning back into human, The demon has taken control, and he won't go back without a fight. I WILL SEE YOU ALL LATER... he says as he disapears into th desert...