Griever

The person above me double posted.. very very Evil http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif

The person above me is EVIL

Griever had rode just ahead of the group, sometimes falling behind. Though he had remained close at all times just incase something dire arose. He made him self known after some inner reflections and greeted the party at a fork in the road half way to Trelain. He had waited there for a good portion of the morning, traffic seemed to divide there. As a small group of familiar faces converged on the mage, he greeted them with a smile and a slight nod from his head. "Hello" Griever said as the group converged onto the shaded spot he picked out on the road to rest. He hadn't noticed a few were missing. The mage walked up to Kasmandre on horseback and shot a smile to his squire behind him. "I really haven't been much of a team player, sorry if you took it for the cold shoulder. Just needed to clear my head of some bad air. So.. where to next?" Griever said inquisitively as he looked at the water stained wooden arrow on with Trelain etched into infront of him. It was near the oak he rested under and also had his horse coal tied onto the support post. Griever packed up his things, snuffed out the embers in the fire and saddled up. He was in a better mood and more open to conversation then before. "So" Griever said as he rode up to the others "Have any problem with any other bandits?" Griever scratched the back of his neck and looked at John.

Griever walked into the arena and cranked his neck as he took a seat on a stone ledge, from that view point he could see the battles as they unfolded. He would have liked to get an idea of what he would be facing had the mage actually joined the battle. "Oh that looked like it hurt" Griever winced sarcastically as Sardin slammed into a tree. Griever was about to yell something, but remained prudent. He could see that the man didn't even recoil from the assault and flew at the demoness. "He looks mean. Better not mess with the guy, yet anyway." The mage tapped his staff on the stone tiles as he focused his attention elsewhere. "Where to jump in?" Griever muttered to himself as he turned his head to another fight unfold.

Why would any one want a fantasy name generator? well there are many reasons but.. It's just a buzz kill, sorry but my parent's named me once. That's enough for one life time <_<

Sweet, a spam thread. Or semi-spam, so like we are aloud to go off topic right?.

The person above me is cute, too cute for werds, as shown by her sig

Vive dame Celes Croisé!, mais patience n'est pas ma meilleure qualité.

The person above me has a thing for Celes (not credible information. Please don't sue )

That's rough, but like every one has some downers to go through. You seem like a level headed person Falcon and you have lot's of people who care about ya. Maybe you should talk to someone like your mom or a best friend, that always helps.

Off the net, I write to express my self and partially because I love too. Though I have lot's of friends who enjoy fics, so in part I write for other people's enjoyment. Other times there are things that bother me and free writing gets it out onto the paper. But, why I write on the net. Heh, it's a comfort thing.

"I'll try to remember that" Griever said as he crossed his arms and smiled at Kasmandre. "but if I don't, I know I'll have you to remind me" the young man grinned and walked up to his horse then hoisted him self up to the saddle. Moment's later he was back near the wagon, coal stamped nervously. The beast could feel the tension in the air, and he did not like it one bit. Griever brushed off some of the filth on his robes and looked towards Usagi in the distance, he was carrying a limp body. "What's that guy's story?" Griever said as he looked back at Kasmandre. "He tried to get away" Was Kasmandre's reply. "That won't do at all" The mage said shaking his head as he reached into his medicine bag and took out blue bottle. "What's that for" Kasmandre asked and looked at the bottle in Griever's hand "Well is that guy dies, we'll never know why they attacked us" A wry smile formed on the mage's face and he rode off. He met the samurai, and the bandit who was feigning consciousness up the road. Stopping completely he looked at the wounded dispassionately "We still don't know why they attacked us, please drop him" Griever muttered as he leapt off his horse and knelt beside the man who Usagi messily tossed aside. His wounds were deep, very deep and they oozed life blood. "This is bad" Griever said as he looked at usagi and opened the bottle "What did he try and steal" "Dunno" Usagi grunted and rode back into congregation leaving him alone with the dying bandit. Griever poured the translucent liquid on the open wounds, they glowed with an warm starry incandescence. The blood stopped, but he was too far gone to be helped. "Why did you attack us?" Griever said somberly and looked into his face "Because,... of..Kas..ma.." The man had exhausted his last breaths and died on the ground. Griever lowered his gaze and shut the man's open eyes with his hand. "Now we'll never know" The mage sighed and tossed the bottle into the bushes in anger. Silently he rose to his feet and then remounted his horse but he wasn't all together eager to meet up with the others. Griever was silent when he entered their company, his face didn't betray him and showed no sign of remorse for the dead man. "So, what happned" Usagi asked curiously from atop his horse, part of it was gloating and the other seemed genuine. "He died.. I mean he died before I could get any information out of him" Griever said to Usagi then looked at Kasmandre, he was having mixed reactions. "Are you sure Griever?" "Yes. If you'll excuse me" Griever said and flicked the leather reigns of his horse. "I'm going to ride a head... I have some things I need think about" Griever's voice trailed off in the distance and he disappeared into the thick blackness.

Griever clutched his stomach with his hands, reeling in pain. The mage had the wind knocked out of him and lie on his back in the dirt. The battle didn't stop; a few bandits seized the opportunity by the reigns and charged. Archers notched their bows and took aim, then fired a salvo of death. Three sets launched towards the defenders, Katzaniel was the first to be fired upon. They might as well have not, with blinding agility she dodged them easily enough and honed in on them. Usagi clove the shafts of the arrows with his master sword skills and the others did like wise. John stayed under his wagon. Griever reached for his staff, he must have been temporarily forgotten by the aggressors as they busied them self by exchanging blows with the others. The mage reached over to his wizard's tool that had fallen beside him and grasped onto it firmly as he rose to his feet. Narrowing his gaze and lowering his staff Griever casted a spell by muttering long fluid archaic rights. The words formed into crimson letters and hatch marks on the ground beneath his feet. They pulsated then took physical form in the body of a long slender arrow of fire. At first the mystic arrow was just a giant spear of flame, then it divided into two smaller versions of it self and didn't stop until ten blazing missiles illuminated the air above the semi circle of brilliant rune letters. With a gesture of Griever's hand all ten launched at their targets leaving sidewinding streaks of fire behind them and wakes of heated air on either side. Some were aimed at the archers but passed through a bandit or two leaving a cauterized hole in thier chest before finding its mark. Upon impact, they exploded into a torrent of flame. All around the wagon the forest screamed as it caught fire. Griever didn't say anything, but merely smiled at his handy work in a vicious savor.

I totally forgot where I got my name from, it would be easy to say it's from the GF griever in ff8 but it's not Though I used the name for a long time in am.

Hiyas I was a member of the pen on the last boards, my user name was "neo madeen". Being a recent initiate I wouldn't think any one would remember me but to make a long story short, I had some problems in rl, y'know how stressful moving into your first house can be So would I have make another application to get back into the pen ?