Two Goriyas wander around by the shore, armed only with crude swords. It doesn't look like they are doing anything important.

Azador is relaxing after on a stone after a long walk trough the desert. And sudenly his eyes catch a glimp of two goriyas at the shore mumbleing in a odd language. These monsters aren't even worth walking here in the desert says Azador with a smile.SHADOW MAGIC a big ball of darkness is flowing to a one of the gorgiyas

Alpha suddenly comes upon the two goryias, startled at first and then happy. 'Good. More victims to tell me the whereabouts of Crascus Vihn.' He raises his staff above his head, and almost launches an attack before he spots Azador's shoot out.

Alpha !
It has no use talking to this creatures, they will not answer any qeustions.
I am sheaching for the witch of the desert, she is the only one that understands goria. Azador stands up, but maybe they can show me the way to the to the witch location. He runs to the other goryia.

The Goriya takes a direct hit and goes down. The other one holds up his sword in a fighters pose, ready for action.

Note: Jarod, for now I will let you use your 'shadow magic.' But once we get into using the stats as they are set up in the rule book, you will have to use provided spells and weapons.

Victor, hoping to take a peaceful walk on the shore, comes across the two Goryias. He sighs:

"Never when I want to fight; always when I'm tired! 'Don't let Victor take a nice walk, oh no! He'd much rather interrogate some stupid monsters!'"

Reluctantly pulling out his dagger, Victor soon realized that it would be of no use. Alpha and the other mage seemed to be taking care of the Goryias themselves. Leaving his dagger out, he decided not to play the waiting game again. He would be part of this fight, no matter what!

Rushing towards the downed Goryia, he knelt down and held the knife to its throat and tried communicating once more.

"Now then, my evil little friend, do you know where I can find Crascus Vihn?"

It blabbers. What it says doesn't seem to be anything, more like a stiffled war cry.

Julian's heavy breath is heard following the exterior of the cliff, his black robes skimming across the desert sands. He swings his head back and forth as he nervously struts down the coasts narrow strip.

'Where is it. I must plan. If they find out they'll surely come after me. I can't have that. I must train, must hide.'

Julian stares ahead of himself as he is shocked as he is met with the familiar figures of Victor, Azador, and Alpha. He attempts to take to the shadows but decides not to and walks forward, his breath still heavy. His eyes pass over the standing goryia over to the fallen goryia, seeming quite silenced as Victor holds the dagger to the creature's neck..

"Why, we have met again. It seems that you've discovered another fowl creature to interogate. Have you found anything?" Julian questions as he attempts to avoid any questions towards himself.

Victor yelled "Nothing yet!" in Julian's direction. Then he turned to face the Goryia again.

"Listen lizard, you've got about ten seconds to answer before your slimy, cold blood spills all over this desert!"

Victor then gave the lizard an uncharacteristically dark look, pushing the dagger ever closer to the Goryia's neck.

"10, 9, 8...."

It tries to grab Victor's hands and pull the daggar away from its throat.

Victor swiftly reacts, pulling his hands out of the Goryia's grip:

"Oh no you don't!"

Then quickly grabbing the creature's own hands and flipping it over onto its belly. Taking hold of both hands with only one of his own, Victor used his free hand to pull a length of rope from his satchel. He then attempted to tie the creature's hands together...

OOC: I'm assuming that it was on its back. I'm also hoping that you won't mind that I god-modded just a bit. It was only to save some time, rather than waiting for a reply after every action.

Alpha, tiring of watching the fight, walks straight over to where Victor has pinned the Goriya on the ground. He presses his staff onto the back of its neck. "Information. Now. Tell me - us - where Crascus Vihn is!"

Alpha stop this!
they can't speek Hylian ( the language everyone speak )
After we know what they are saying, we would have to make a Master shearch for a goriya if you don't stop killing them!
Stop it now!

"And do you have any ideas as to who might have the ability to understand their babbling?" Alpha questions Azador. "If you do, please tell me, so that I can find them, learn this thing's language, get the information, and then kill it. Rather than that last item first." He turns back to the creature, continuing to press his staff against the Goriya's neck, but only hard enough to cause pain, not death.

'This place is much too crowded. I must escape from these people. I need time.' The words echoe through the mind as Julian looks out into the horizon. The ocean drawing great waves to the rocky shore. 'They must not discover; They must not--' With a great sigh Julian shuns his thoughts from worrying and begins to plan his escape. His voice now escaping his lips and entering the ears of all that surround him.

"Perhaps I should go further along this coast. Have you not noticed that the farther we go through this desert's coast the more goriyas seem to be pop up. First, near the entrance of the desert and now two here I believe that I should leave and search farther south; Do you not agree?"