This is written in Role Playing format, at least this part is. The rest will be broken up into paragraphs to show each new post. After 3 more pages on the forum thread, there will be another update. This was just getting too awesome not to share! (I am copying this directly from the thread, since I don't want to change the wording, since we might think differently about certain things. Don't worry, the spelling and typing gets better on the other person's.

One day, from nowhere, came an assassin. He had never known friendship, and found himself in a clearing in the woods, hurriedly on his way to his next target. His name? Marrok. He was known for being ruthless, determined, and one with shadows. As he stood in the center of the clearing, he heard a noise, and swiftly yet silently drew his glaive.

[End of Marrok]
[Start of Anthessa]
The woman standing next to a peaceful Ligera suddenly heard the unmistakable noise of a blade being drawn. While looking around to find the noise, she grabs the reins on her mount and jumps into the saddle. After she gets set into the saddle, she hears a new noise: footsteps.

[End of Anthessa]
[Start of Marrok]
Hearing the footsteps now too, Marrok looks to see a typical thug running towards the woman in the distance, now alertly sitting on her Ligera. Marrok uses his Lupin skills to sneak behind the unsuspecting thug and cleanly decapitates him, right infront of the mysterious woman. He puts his blade away, and asks, "What is your name? Why are you here, it's dangerous. Next time I might not be around."

[End of Marrok]
[Start of Anthessa]
The woman looks at the strange man who just killed the thug infront of her. "My... name... my name.." She thinks to herself, 'If I was to give this man my name, he might know I'm a princess!'
"My name, stranger, is Luna." She sees the thug's body on the ground. "If I needed your help I would have asked you." She hops gracefully off the Ligera, and whispers magic words into the pet's ear. The mount became enraged and attacked the thug's remains.

[End of Anthessa]
[Start of Mgyk]
In the tree tops, a demonic hand rests on a tree branch, idly drawing lines and swirls. From the elbow up, it is a normal, young woman's arm, yet from the elbow down, it is darkened and scaly flesh. She watches the scene down below, the Ligera playing with the rest of the thug's remains. She felt sorry for the man, for she had once felt the sting of a Lupins blade before, and her fingers traced her scar unconsciously. She would get the Lupin named Victorya later, but for now these two were of more interest. Maybe she would leave the tree tops, but not yet.
Not... just yet.
She leans against the tree trunk and etches into the wood some more. Then she waves her hand in front of her and disappears into a portal with wails in the background.

Atop the trees, sharpening his glaive, after cleaning the blood from the edges, he notices a modo in the distance, but continues sharpening his weapon, keeping conscious of the modo, knowing if he let his guard down, it would greatly lower the chances of a victory.

The Modo's curiosity gets the better of her and she reappears into the forest, her portal leaving a wail as it closes in behind her. She is still away from the Lupin as he sits on his perch, like a stray cat to people. She slowly uses her portals to move closer, ever silent but for the telltale wail from her demonic powers. At each tree she leaves a signature swirl, too high for any mere mortal to climb. After she gets to a distance that she likes, she sits down on a branch strong enough to support her weight.

She cannot decide how to approach further.

Watching the modo slowly approach closer, Marrok grips his trusty glaive tighter, ready to use it if the need arises, pretending to not know of the modos presences, while plotting his next move, awaiting the modo's to decide.

The Modo cradles her head in her hands and thinks. The demonic flesh on her right arm drops off to reveal the soft human skin underneath. She decides to appear human, yet ready to use her demonic skills as a last resort. She is so tired of holding her tongue, with no one to speak to but the uncomprehending voices of the dead. She uses her wailing portals to go slowly down the tree, still a bit away from the Lupin, so he has a chance to see her and not think it is an ambush. She walks unsteadily, not used to touching the ground this long, and her instincts demand she flee, for he has a sharpened weapon out and in throwing position.

She pauses..

Marrok stands, lowering his weapon, but not putting it away, and ask the modo "What is it you want, demon?" with a soul piercing look in his eyes, and his hand still wrapped tightly around his glaive.

The Modo flinches, struck by his harsh tone. She has not heard a spoken word from a living, or atleast aimed at her, in so long.
She blinks slowly, planning her words, for the Lupin could be quick at her throat, quicker than her portal would elude her from his grasp.
"Just because I am a Modo does not mean I am a demon, just as since you are a Lupin does not mean you are not a stealthy murderer." She takes a few steps, her eyes watching his weapon. She holds her hands out in a sign of surrender, "Some of us do it to study Enlightenment, not the destructive power of Chaos." She takes another step. "But the solitude... the wails... I need to know I have not crossed realms. Can we not cross the lines of Factions and have but a small chat?"

Marrok puts his weapon away, assured the modo is no longer a threat to him. "What is it you wish to talk about, then?" "I have not studied any powers, only training myself to become more efficient at what it is I do best."

The Modo takes a small breath of relief that the weapon has been sheathed finally.
She gives him a shy smile, "Names would be a nice topic starter. My name is Magyk, but it is spelt much differently. May I know your name too, or," she chuckles, "you'd have to kill me right after?"

With a slight smirk, he says in a deep voice, "My name is Marrok, and I am a freelance assassin. What are you doing in these woods, this is by no means a safe place."

She glances at Marrok with a sarcastic demeanor. She holds one of her hands up for him to see. She watches his expression of guarded confusion and then alertness as her arm fizzes and flames in the heat of the Demonic transformation. Her right arm now of Demonic form, she slices the air in the direction of a rock further off, the slice marks appearing on it, even though she is some feet away.
"I suppose it should really be me asking you what you're doing here. This forest is my haven, every odd mark you see here, I have made. I was here when the first sapling grew branches. The one side effect of being a Modo has it's uses and it's downfalls. I may live as long as a Demon, but those who aren't a Modo and failed the First Shifting can't."

Marrok responds "I am... well... I was cutting though to get to my next target, but between you, and that Luna chick, I have been delayed. Now unless you wish to lose that pretty little arm of yours, I suggest you stop. Now tell me, what is it you have done your entire life? Or have you been too afraid to leave the comfort of your beloved home? *Marrok swiftly grabs his glaive and slings it towards a neighboring tree, slicing the branches it passes clean off, and catches it as it returns, leaving another trail of missing limbs from the tree*

She flinches a little as each branches falls, and turns to Marrok, "If you were in such a hurry though, why did you stop to sharpen your blade so long? But, fair enough." She shakes her arm like it is wet and the Demonic scales fall off like water. "As I told you before, some Modo's do this to our bodies to study Higher Enlightenment. You must first study Chaos to be able to understand if something is Good or not. And the opposite is true, I suppose. My reason for staying here is that, as a forest, it has it's chains of life. For one who studies death, it is the jackpot, if you will. The feral demons that come here are no match for my experience and years, so they are no worry to the life in my home." She blinks. "You Lupin certainly have a way of turning the conversation onto other people. Let's pretend I have the conversation skills for a little bit here, who is the target?"

Marrok replies, with a devilish smirk "There name is Anthissa, a princess, she had crossed someone who had the money to hire me to dispose of her, and told me she would be in a "certain" location at a "certain" time. As a freelance assassin, I felt this hit would be rather fun, destroying royalty. But why does this matter to you?"

Magyk has a wide smirk on her face, "For one thing, I rarely see any people here, so I like to hear some news. I figure since you're an assassin, you must atleast know the general politics, but apparently not their faces."

"And what exactly is that suppose to mean?! *Marrok swiftly puts the edge of his glaive to mgyk's throat*

Magyk stiffens, her smirk forced. She leans into the blade, her Demon scales forming where the blade rests,
"How many peasants can afford ligera's, I wonder?"

*Removing his blade, but leaving a small slice on her neck, and a thousand mile glare, he responds "Do you mean that Luna, is really Anthissa?! How dare that deceitful little winch!! She must have been informed of her bounty, but who could have known!? And how did she know that I was the assassin who took the job, that most declined? Something isn't right here. Perhaps I should revisit this "Sinless" bastard, and find out what is truly going on here! And YOU! You are coming with me, demon. You have information I may need, so if you value life, you will do exactly as I say. Do you understand?"

Magyk rubs her neck thoughtfully and mumbles, "Jeez... can't get a break from Lupin attacks.." She licks the side of her hand and runs it across the cut, sealing it in seconds.
"Anyways, how was I supposed to know either? I am the example of a recluse. For all I know, she could have been the queen, not the princess." As she wipes her hand off on her outfit, she says, "You know, a name says a lot about people, but I'm thinking he got his backwards, from what I can tell." She hides one of her arms behind her back, waiting until one of her fingers has become Demonic and has a long nail, and with speed to match a Lupin, has the nail in a position that could harm Marrok if he moved too much. "Who says I have to go with you? I am your Elder in every sense of the word."

With a devious smile on his face, he glares at mgyk and says "You won't kill me, there is much I can teach you."

"Why, whoever said I was going to kill you?"

"Then what exactly do you plan to do then, half-breed?" He responds, still with a smile.

"Half-breed? Oh, that's low, coming from someone who needs a 'half-breed' to point out some common sense."

"I do not need you, for anything, I would have inevitably found her, I always have. I was merely trying to help YOU, now get your infected finger out of me, before something you will not like happens!"

"My finger has barely been touching you, yet you scream. And what do you mean helping me? There is nothing, surely, someone like you can give me." Mgyk pulls her finger away, but not without leaving a small line on his neck, blackening in seconds like a bruise.

"I can help you grow stronger, not magically, but physically, I can also update you on the news you have missed throughout the years, as well as events to take place. Such as your beautiful woodland home being torn down in exactly 8 years, and thats just an example of the knowledge I posses. Its truly amazing how much one will tell, with a glaive pressed to their throat. So, do we have a deal? You scratch my back, and I scratch yours."

The Modo looks thoughtful. "The physical holds no desire for me... but the knowledge.. that is another matter." She turns to him, "Is there really plans for my kingdom of a forest to be torn down? Eight years? That will pass like a week for me.. Even if you tell me knowledge, I still do not know of what you will try to get out of me, as I obviously don't know much as it is, at least of politics."

"Yes, Sinless had informed me of his plans to tare down your home, to make roads, and towns. All I ask of you is you, is that you do not deceive me, for I would hate to scar that pretty face of yours. If I ask a question of you, I want the truth, to the best of your knowledge, this will include showing me the forest, teaching me the lay of the land, and perhaps I will protect your woods in return, as well, but I do need a "home" so to speak, I will also require 1 of your biggest trees, and I know you possess the power to hollow one for me to live in. So again, I ask you, do we have an accord?"

Mgyk clenched her fists, "That Sinless bastard seems to have it out for both of us, even if he didn't know of me." She relaxed her hands. "I agree to your terms, but I have a question to ask while I have the chance, since you ignored it earlier. You were in such a hurry to catch this Anthissa, but now... you request a Tree House in my forest? What happened to the desire for the kill?"