Karn glanced across the crowd of people gathering in the market square warily from the safety of his heavy robes. Hopefully his disguise would trick anyone who didn't glance too close. He could not yet reveal his form, not untill he had gained someones trust. Karn now knew that the path leading to his destiny would be found somewhere here, a path that Karn had sworn would lead him to freeing more of his Lizalfos bretherin from the blood-lust that had once controlled him. His first task would be to find a place to stay, a quiet spot on the ground where he could sleep without risk of attack. Then he would move onto finding allies in the people around him, hopefully one might be able to lead him to a place where more Lizalfos could be found. "May the blessings of the three watch over me..." he muttered moving into the crowd...

Briskly, a figure in a large black trench-coat walked down a desolate sidewalk. He was silent, and stood about 6 feet and 9 inches. He carried a humongous sword on his back, which sat snug in an equally large sheath. Perhaps that would be why there was nobody on his path, but that wasn't the most menacing of his features. His coat ran up to his blood-red eyes. His black hair ran down over one eye, and around his Hylian ears. His long sleeves ran down over his hands, and hung by his sides. His long coat covered his legs, and ran down to his feet, where brown boots with the ends cut off carried him slowly down the path. The visible eye had a scar under it, which seemed to distinguish him. He stopped. A figure dared to block his path.

A robed figure stood in his path, but he didn't seem to notice the large man. The man focused his sights on the being, resumed his walk, walking right around the man. It was at this very moment that his movement halted. Whatever he had passed wasn't a man at all. He felt no need to advertise the fact, but would rather want to know what a Lizafos was doing at North Castle Town gates. If it be a rampage, he would surely join him. However, he wasn't too quick to come to a conclusion. The large cloaked man turned, and watched the robed Lizafos carefully, observing his movements...

OOC: Welcome to HA2. Love your post. We don't have a Lizafos class, I hope that doesent mess with your character.

OOC: thanks for the warm welcome. I will have to check out the rules for what classes are allowed... Are there restrictions on races as well or will I just have to change his class from the current "monk"?

IC: Moving away from the crowd Karn entered a nearby sidewalk. It would be too risky to directly ask people questions he would just wait here in the shadows and watche for someone who looked trustworthy and then... Karn almost jumped as he felt a presence near by him, whoever it was had had long enough to gaze at his face and discover his true form. Cursing his idle, wandering mind Karn turned to run but changed his mind. The Hylian that stood before him looked to be a mighty warrior, if such a man wished him any harm, he would already have been attacked. Turning back to gaze at the Hylian Karn decided this was as good a time as any to see if he could find any allies in his quest. After checking that no-one else of importance could see him in the alley, Karn lowered his hood and looked the Hylian in the eye. "Greetings Hylian. I am Karn, obviously my looks have not caused you any worries, so I implore that you heed my words. May I know the name of the man I speak to?" Karn shifted his head to one side as he asked the question waiting patiently for an answer.

OOC: I meant Race, not class, sorry

IC: The man eyed him, and closed his eyes. "My name is not to be spoken of. If anyone asks if you have seen me... say nothing..." His voice was deep, and carried a sort of superiority. That moment, the man's head snapped in the other direction. "Now I must take leave. Remember what I've said. We'll likely meet again." After he had finished his sentence, he took off running out into the distance... Right then, a couple of guards came running past Karn, one of them stopping a few feet from him.
"Excuse me, did you see anyone run by here? Tall fellah, big sword?"

Looking down swiftly so as to make sure his face was hidden Karn replied "I have not seen anyone, fair protecter of this city, though I may have seen some movement as you arrived over in that direction." He said this while pointing in the opposite direction that the mysterious Hylian had just run. Watching the guards move off the way he had pointed Karn muttered to himself, "Mysterious, powerful men with no names who have obviously had run-ins with the local lawn enforcers... These are not the sort of people you set out to make allies with Karn." Suddenly Karn shook his head and looked back the way the man had run. "Then again who am I to judge... I will have to meet with such people if I am to find any more of my bretherin to free." Deciding that he would gain little more information within the castle, Karn moved towards the gates his hopes raised slightly. "Maybe I will be more succesful in finding a place to rest outside the castle..."

As Karn moved to the gates, a man ran into him, the man was somewhat tall, skinny, and cloaked, he was walking very fast twords the gate, obviously looking at a paper in his hand, instead of where he was going. As he ran into Karn, the man triped, and fell down, his hood coming down to reveal a skiekah's face and somewhat long golden hair. The man picked up his staff and spoke.

"Oh! Sorry sir! Wasnt looking where I was going I suppose! Im Denning by the way, a cleric of Nayru. Good to meet you, Mr.?"

Denning extends his hand to Karn.

Typical Denning... So trusting of others... It seems as if everyone trusts one another in this great big world... What are people, but the physical entities of deceit? A samurai watched what was going on below, as he relaxed on the branch of a nearby tree. He had his long dark blue hair pulled back in a ponytail that winged out behind his head. He was garbed in a long robe, with a sleek armor coating it. His sword was resting in it's sheath, which he held in his left hand. The man was watching what was going on, but suddenly jerked forward! Something is different here... I can't see any part of the man... This made the samurai uncomfotable, in such a sense that he felt obligated to stand by Denning's side, lest anything go haywire.

Leaping off the branch, the Vagabond landed silently, and approached Denning and the robed stranger. "Denning! Haven't heard from you in a while, how've things been going for you?" He asked, while all the while, avoiding the real question. What was up with this other guy, and why did he seem so inconspicuous?

OOC: Now THIS is my main character. You can make allies with him if you wish, he's quite reliable.

OOC: thanks for the heads up on your main character, I get confused when people use multiple characters...

IC: Karn made sure that his hood was well restrained and then glanced from side to side to see if anyone else was around. There didn't seem to be anyone else, but you could never be too careful... Glancing at the two men before him Karn weighed them up with his eyes. The cloaked man was indeed a holy man and one who served one of the goddesses, Nayru. But Karn couldn't be sure if even a holy man would be able to see past his face... As for the other man, he seemed honorable enough, but any warrior, samurai or no, would be likely to have grudges against his kind... "Greetings friend," Karn began, deciding to tell some half-truths until he was sure he could trust them "My name is Karn. Please, forgive me if I do not show my face to you, there are few who would not hound me for my... unusual features, and I have grown used to hiding my appearance." Karn promptly reached out with a gloved hand and shook the shiekah's extended hand "You could call it... a form of social leprosy I suppose. And there is no need for you to apologise after our unfortunate clash. I had been hoping to meet some people such as yourselves. You see, I need some help with some rather personal problems..."

"Well Karn, helping is one thing im actualy good at! As long as you do not need to much blade skill out of me, I would be happy to help you!"

"Skill with a weapon is not allways something to celebrate..." Karn whispered to himself, shaking his head and looking straight back at Denning "I need to speak to you about myself, and the help I need..." At this karn glanced about, his hidden face searching the area around them. "But not here. Not so in the open. All I can tell you for now is that I will need the help of someone who knows the lay of the land. Someone who knows it well. I will follow you if you know of somewhere more private we could speak..."

"Ah yes, I see. Karn, I do know a place more private, there is the bar here in the castle, if you would like, and there is also outside, and inns in other towns. Its a bit of a walk to the other towns, so what ever makes you feel more comfortable is fine by me."

The samurai thought about the man's phlight, and understood completely. It was not uncommon for men to be born mis-shaped, especially with this new disease that he had recently caught wind of. Although the samurai didn't like the familiar aura of the man, but accepted him none the less. "My name is Dogura." He announced, extending a hand. After the greetings had been made, Denning had suggested a bar nearby. Dogura knew instantly that he had to be speaking of none other than the Ornery Cucco. Dogura wiped his face with his hand, and sighed. Why did I have to oppose the King's forced there of all places?

"Just outside the castle would be fine. Let us go." Karn turned and started to walk away from the castle.

OOC: I'll start a topic twice to the east from here, okay?