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"well then either suggest not or worry not, for not can be done till we have a plan" i then turn and walk off to the bar for a drink

Krs suddenly started to look around. "What the hell?" She said aloud, but to herself. She stood up in the rafters and began glowing white, starting with her feet and moving up. Upon reaching the top of her head, Krs clothes, eyes, and hair were all white. Krs then exploded? Yes, she did, leaving behind kenetic energy, which very easily vanished. Krs...was no more...for the time being.

The main doors slam open, though noone seems to be there to have caused it. Then just as the doors start to fall shut, a strange aura moves into the room, seeping through the floor in a pattern almost like that of footsteps. Moving through the room not a sound is heard from whatever might be making this aura, but the smell of sulfer seems to flow from the footprints, and as the aura dicapates, the footprints seem to be made in blood. While whatever made this sits in a chair and seems to wait, compleatly invisible in the chair where he sits, the only things giving him away being the reek of sulfer, the blood stained footprints, and the almost black crimson aura that seems to be spilling forth from the chair to cover the floor.

As the light starts to fill the room, the vauge, transparent outline of Doku is shown sitting in the chair. "I have been... busy", the goustly form says looking over at xepher. "... and it has been far to long, but being sealed in the abyss does that..."

Fade in.

Lost in an echo of a memory. A Sylvr Dragon. An ancient Power. Thares. NineLives. Alpha. Graves. Reinhart. Entertwined in battle-
NO.
War. Massacre. Utter Slaughter...
Army of Damned, Forsaken Empire, Demon Hunter Masters, Hell's Garden. A mixture made to raise all Hell, create an uprise in the very fabric that held Gaia together, and tear it along its seams. Armies with the strength of thermonuclear weapons clashing against each other, leaving just about as much behind as the bombs would themselves. Wasteland. Suffering.

The soldiers themselves fought for what they believed just causes, ideal clashing against ideal just as much as sword clashed against spear. It was an era known as the Great Demon War. Better known by some as the era of Life-and-Death. Mere threads were all that held together peace treaties, no guarantee that the enemy would turn their back on the agreement in the middle of the night, and so it was your side who was first to break the treaty first just so you'd live to see another day.

It was hell. Yet, it was paradise to every soldier out there, no matter how ravaged their mind was, it was blood and battle they hungered for. It was that, that led to this war, and it had been a long time coming, small skirmish here, battle breaking out there, but never anything to really sate a thirst that needed it. The dam broke when the DHM attacked AoD. It was then, that alliances were formed upon both sides revelation that they could not win the war alone. Hell's Garden and Empire pulled in on either side through ties that were none-too secure, but managed to hold to the last breaths of that war.

The ending battle, one led by one who had been pulled into war; a victim, and yet a martyr and bloodthirsy leader; a hero to his people, and an enemy to all others: Draximas Alpha. With a final blow to the AoD, the war cries fell silent. Though he had not killed the demon Lord, it was enough. Enough to stop the war. Baptised in the blood of hundreds, and marked with ashes as a symbol of their faith, the soldiers came together as a new point turned. Enemies became bretheren as The Order of the Underworld rose from what was left of the Empire, the DHM, Hell's Garden, and the AoD. Blood started the war, and blood washed away the war.

The rebuilding. The Falling. A rise of new dawns, and the set of the coming sun. Things happened fast, from that point on. Battles were fought, enemies challenged. No war. Nothing to sate the now again rising fight. Organized fighting rings, tournaments, the only outlet to a fighter's thirst. Still. No purpose to really fight for, and always the guarantee of your life if you forfeit. No sacrifice to be made; no martyr for a cause. There are those of that blood that still wander. Xion Arcadia. Dirk Graves. Willow Greye. Krstalian Misuyanashi, Kaid Amaz, Xenos Reinhart, Anguls Kushinoda, Nanashi Rose, Relinth Thares, Jeg Shin, Ashen Frost, Riddle Juliano...

The list goes on. And On. Tensions run high as fights become scarce. It is those remnants of the ages past that bring light from the old world, leading figures that guide and watch those of the new. It is their thirst for battle and war that continues to live, and be carried on, if not in their own hearts, then in the hearts of those that they've passed it on to.
Or at least that's the story I've told. As Wolf...As WG...No, not even as Willow, would be right.
As the Wolf of the Alpha, The Betrayer of the Forsaken Empires, this is the story I've passed on. I've fought my battles, and won against my demons.

I suppose the question now is... with rumours circulating of the great Dirk Graves, God of the Pale Eclipse-turned Demon, Drax's revival and disappearance, and now the underground quake of old foundations being rebuilt anew...

What is it, that they, those others remnants from an era long forgotten...
What do they plan on passing on for history to tell of?


Fade Out.

"Bringing the guild back to its former glory would prove beneficial, but a hard task nontheless...Face it the Gaians of today have the attention spand of a 2 year old" Xepher walks over to the window and looks out "I am currently working on a guild of my own...Perhaps they could prove beneficial to each other" He then Turns around to face the room "Oh well better get working...Besides I have nothing better to do"

i walk in from the main doors just in time to hear thieo wishing to fight Lord Xenos. "Must be new to the guild" i say to myself, i look around and see nothing is really going on that concerns my yet. I give a small bow of respect to Xepher and Doku. i walk over to the pool table and started to set up for a game.

Hello Yasha how is everything.
~Gets up out of the chair and heads over to the bar and grabs a glass and then heads to a faucet and fills the glass with water and then heads back to the same chair and sits down.~