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Everyone in Tiranoc knew Aazh had adopted Kuon's son as his own when he announced his marriage to Kuon's ex-wife. The boy was still young, only fifteen years of age. This however was the first time he had the audacity to disappear. He was reachign the age where the thought of adventure would make him salivate with excitement. However Aazh forbade him from ever leaving the castle, so this came as little suprise. The gate was large standing nearly fifty feet in the air as a massive wooden structure. There you see the same messangers that announced the disappearance, with them stood a man each. The messangers were still in royal attire, and the men standing with them in leathers.

"The king has ordered three search parties. One that will offer much danger to the southeast, the Forgotten Lands. The other of mere simplicity at the Beach of Purity, and lastly one for Kingdom Tiranoc. Volunteers are to step forward for each of these, you will be paid for your efforts. Once we have groups together for each of these places I will assign youa scout. You are to follow your scout to the destination you are going. thank you, and please line up infront of my desk here."

He then sat at a table with apiece of parchment paper, feather in hand he dipped it into the ink and said

"Who is first?"

*he lands from his flight to the castle gates, and folds his wings upon his back and approachs the desk and takes the quill and signs his name Destinova VonWulf upon the parchment*

Do what you will with my services m'lord

A call could be heard from far in the distance, something unlike any had ever heard before, the sight of a main, fair in height, a wonderful, yet unique build, would be seen, seemingly soaring through the air, a large staff within hand, the man looking as if he had cleared a crowd of people by volting over his staff.

He soon could be seen rolling upon the ground, taking off in a run not too long after. The figure soon came skidding upon his heels to a hault before the winged man he had seen from both the tavern, as well as his shop.

His staff ran up alongst the backside of his right arm, poking over his left shoulder, silken elegant ebony strands running down towards the man's waistline, hypnotically beautiful jade hues peering forth beneath a curtain of strands. The voice which spoke deep, and rather serious, saying forth to Gen: "My name is Damon Black, sire, and I am here to offer what ever services I can."

Stepping forth, he stood before the piece of parchment, taking hold of the quill, dipping it within the ink, before writting his name, a gentle bow of the head soon given upon stepping beside Destinova.

Senzei stood in the shadows, cast by the castle‘s walls, watching the hustle and bustle take place. People swarmed in the square, as the excitement and confusion slowly spread out, invisible waves crashing through the crowds.

It had been a long time since he’d felt this buzz amongst the citizens of Tiranoc. But he knew that when there was a crisis, people tended to lay aside their differences and come together in unity. Senzei knew that war, conflict and crisis wasn’t all bad, and here was some tangible proof.

He knew he’d be needed and so, gathering his thoughts and straightening his uniform, he stepped forward, and headed toward the royal official who was directing people into search groups.

Saluting smartly, he stood in front of the officer, and gave a small bow…

Having stood beside Destinova, the young man would remain silent, glancing towards the military dressed man he had seen from the Tavern, before he would bring his glance once more towards that of the royal Official's frame.

In traditional stance, his staff remained grasped within his right hand, his back straight, a single arm resting within the small of his back, his feet at the correct distance. He gazed forth towards the two, awaiting any possible orders, or something of the sort.

In an instant, a voice rung out, just as booming..of not..more so than that of the man whom called for the willing men and women, the voice filling the heavens with a cry like a Dragon's roar..Almost like a clap of thunder, one could say. "SIR!! Damon Black, reporting for duty!" Taking a step fowards, he thrusted the butt of his straight Bo-staff into the ground, vaulting himself before that of the man's frame, landing within a crouched position, bowing upon a knee, his staff within hand, tucked against his side. "Willing, and waiting, sir!"

Gen then stood and took his place next to Senzei. He leaned into him and whispered in his ear,

"Well, I am glad your just as patriotic as before. The King will hear of your Valor, and I am sure when the militia opens again you will be one of the first asked for a position as squad leader. But until then old friend, I must report back to the king and tell him of the gathering. Good luck, and may the gods be with you."

Gen turned and headed back towards the castle. Until he made a sudden stop,

"I almost forgot, on the table is the parchment report, as well as a feather and ink well. Please have a list completed and placed in the talons of the hawk perched there. It will return it to the head quarters of the castle. All of your pay depends on it. You will be under official business and we expect the utmost professionalism out of all of you."

He then took way back towards his original direction, and vanished into the distance.

Ascending from his knealing position, he would scan out over the various groups of people, taking in possible thoughts, and ideas of where he would look first the moment things all began.