--- Adventure 1 ---

Rissa knew that somewhere, she had read about a singer. Ias may not be the one, but he had dark terms specific to the Dark people of Night magic.

But few knew what was truly in his heart. He loved to sing as a way to live, but Kajia was a music for the artists and deep-feelings. There were psyhic themes adopted and few really saw the true meaning of Kajia singing art.

*Who's to tell? To be that bold...

When all has been for nothing?

I... was always just by myself in the world,

And yet I... have never been in lone-fighting.*

This time, these were some of Ias's compositions. However, there was still something missing... maybe something of sound.

Felina-l privi pe Ias,ridicandu-se-n picioare. Incerca sa-i capteze privirea , pentru o fractiune de secunda , reusi . O sageata-i strapunse inima-n acea clipa , si se lasa moale pe buturuga. Se tinea cu o mana de cap . Inchise ochii .

O stare de ameteala o cuprinse . Ceva nu era-n regula , ceva ciudat se-ntampla .

duro'than asculta vrăjit."'

Rissa felt themes of the dark and even more tragic feelings. This was Death magic influence, and maybe Ias was more than just a creepy fella.

The horse loved just about any public he could get, and was able to sing untill he lost his voice. 2-3 days he would have hoarse voice, just until it would be back again. Yes, he missed the music instrumental that these songs had, yet... he was still a good poet.

A good mind would have known that some of this ideas were waken from Nekorrim, his book, and other, from a great Kajia singer of the undead. He wasn't feeling well when singing other works than his own, but how many really did know the art of singing as it is? How many were feeling at ease when they cried in their heart? Rapidly arranging his thoughts, he started one of his last lyrics for today.

*I'm a world, chained in grief and pain and fear...

Will you walk away when my Vraeslor is bleeding?

Yet, it brought to me things I never wanted to hear...

Yes, I'm thinking to places that will never die burning.

Truly, without words you're left? As such,

The silence sais painfully much.

So, go on, kin to Death, but will you fly with me?

You're my only friend, at least you stay free...*

Yes, death, amongst all he had seen and felt, it appears that only death and his shadow were near him...

Revenindu-si cat de cat , Angy se ridica-n picioare , tremurand toata , tinandu-se cu o mana de-un copac.

"Mda...halal barbati",isi zise"se pare ca nu prea au avut de-a face cu femei pana acum...."

Scoase un oftat , un oftat ce-aducea infricosator de mult cu acel sunet scos de pisici cand sunt enervate.

Rissa saw Angy's agitation - "What men these Barbarians are..." she said with subtle meaning. "I know some of the Barbarians singings, but where I come from, they have an odd reputation. Many brave deeds but also... some less fair doings..." She wanted to continue this conversations, so she added: "...with the women".

Ias didn't stop until he finished, however, he knew how to captivate the public - as any good singer.

"Art Kajia is such a great thing. Could you, might beings, ever understand the tremenduos powers it brings to magic wielders?."

Ias knew what he had to say but... could the Barbarian understand the concept that there are laws... that cannot be violated just because it is a magic laws and it is there... could he understand the supreme concept of... Kajia? A negation to all...

"I know that your people trust only in what their blade can reach and do. However, singing is an art worth devoting to. My songs are not just words in the wind... they take you there, they force you to remember them afterwards. Oh, if you could know how you feel when you're up there and they listen... and those days... the days..."

Ias stopped when he was about to get way to dramatic. One was the suffering artist, other was the outer being. There was no lie in what he sang or spoke - they were like two in one body - the day life, and the night life. 'Whatever...' Ias thought. 'He ought to understand something...'.

"I'm an artist, Duro'Than... and NONE of the arts escape me..."

Angy , inca tinandu-se de copac , isi culese toate fortele ca sa-i zambeasca Rissei .

Apoi ii grai cu o voce soptita : "Intr-adevar , e oarecum revoltator , dar sunt obisnuita c-un astfel de tratament.

Se pare ca si tu te afli in aceeasi situatie...." Felina o simti pe Rissa alaturi . "Macar la acest capitol avem aceleasi idei..." gandi ea.

Thorn had begun to grow bored. He hadn't moved from dawn, waiting for his companions to gather. The talks below, at the crossroads had slipped into a direction that didn't tell him much. He recognized the Magic of Death when it was around, so he could easily make it out now. His Elven blood was negating it. Not having any effect on him, he couldn't understand it and thus he was impatiently searching the distance for Drogo. When he could finally make out his form in the distance (the idiot was wearing red... he couldn't have screamed "I am hear" any louder than that), he silently let himself fall to the ground and approached the gathered company.

"Well met. I see you have all come. I have promised you we would meet someone else here. He's on the way and will arrive shortly. By the way... they call me Thorn."

Intr-un mod "miraculos" Angy uita de starea de ameteala care-o cuprinsese. Isi indrepta spatele, isi aranja pletele ,

si adopta o pozitie cat mai ferma , ca sa iasa cat mai mult in evidenta .

"Mda,in sfarsit cineva "stilat"gandi ea .

Vru sa zica ceva , dar se abtinu. Prefera sa-si indrepte privirea catre elf si sa zaca-n liniste .