He landed a few miles away from the city. He knelt down and sniffed the ground, frowning lightly. He remembered this scent; it was apart of his own life for the longest time. He closed his eyes and calmed himself, putting up mental barriers early before entering the Tainted City later. He watched as the sun was starting to set and he prepared himself.

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*From the Shadows, stood a Black Horse. Beside the Horse squatted a man, and man dressed in black. He wore a cloak and hood. The hood pulled up. His hands were the only signs of flesh. And it was a deathly pale. A sword at his belt. The blade was black steel. Blacker then a starless night. It was every bit as tainted as the City that lay a short Distance away. The slightest Cut from it would kill.*

*The Man was no man. He was a Halfman. He was A Creature of the Dark One, He was a commander of the Trollocs. He was a Twisted offspring of the Trollocs. Physically he was like a man, except that he had no eyes, but he could see like an eagle in light or dark. He and all like him have certain powers stemming from the Dark One, including the ability to cause paralyzing fear with a look and the ability to vanish wherever there are shadows. In different lands him and his kind are known by many names, among them the Eyeless, Shadowmen, Lurk, Fetch, and Fade. But He and his kind are better known by another name. He was a Myrddraal.*

*He stood. The wind picked up, blowing some near by leaves toward the Myrddraal. Though the wind blew the leaves, the cloak that he was wearing was not touched by the wind. He mounted his horse and spun, a snarl on his lips. Turning toward the setting sun, away from the city, he bolted. He passed under a tree, under the shade of the tree. Then he was gone, as if her was never there.*

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Th drow sighed, knowing he was being watched and let his drow heritage shine though. His sight became less in pain as the sun disappeared and he stood up, his chakra armor flickering to life. "And so I pass within the valley of darkness, and without fear I become one yet not with it. To hide within, to bring death to my enemies, to bring them to the darkest end. I will strike for my safety, the safety of those I protect, to further my goals and to stop those who seek to hinder me. The gods pity me if I fall and praise me if I suceed." With a hard flap of the wings he took flight over the walls and into the city and the sun set fully and twilight set in. As he landed, his eyes fully adjusted to the darkness setting in and he created a bone sword to hold in his hand.

(( Text: Red: Shadowspawn. Green: Moiraine Sedai. ))

*No more then a few minutes, after the was fully below the Horizon, there was a blowing of a Horn. Before if faded completely, there was a Second, and a third, followed by a fifth and a Sixth. They were coming from all sides of the city.*

*From the other side of the Valley, Moiraine Sedai looked up from the campfire in the center of her and her Warders’ Camp. She had weaved Two Wards, One which hide the One Power from be detected, and the second to hide their Camp from anyone, are anything touched by the Dark One.*

“Six Bands of Trollocs so soon? I hope that Master Po’s New Student has not bitten off more then he can chew.”

*Her Warders joined her around the Campfire.*

*A wave of fifty Trollocs past over a ridge, making their way toward the City, followed by a Myrddraal. Their Group was only one of the five. Each group had Fifty Trollocs, and One Myrddraal. All in all, the six groups together came to three hundred Trollocs, and Six Myrddraal. But this group had one extra member. This group proceeded a Man, a man in Dark Blue. His Name, Aginor. He was one of the Forsaken.*



((OOC: Correction. Moiraine can be called a Sister only by anther Sister, whom which is an Aes Sedai. They are Sisters only to each other. To a Warder, they are called by their name followed by the Title of Sedai. Or Aes Sedai. So she would be addressed as Moiraine Sedai or Moiraine Aes Sedai.))

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With the last bits of sunlight, he pulled out a special cloak of his kind. A Piwafwi, a spcial cloak the instead of reflecting light, it absorbed it, rendering it's wearer invisible to the untrained eye. taking off his coat he tucked it in a special pocket and threw the cloak about his body. Heading into the city, he scouted a little before finding a wide open square were he could make a stand.

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*There were four entrances to the city. Northern, Eastern, Western and Southern. Trollocs flooded the city, followed by the Myrddraal. They saw nothing, but they were drawn to the scent of blood.*

Rehn's eyes were now in full drow mode, the darkness not affecting his sight as he set up some traps then. He heard the rumbling and sighed, part of him wishing he had his curse to help even the odds somewhat. He quickly pushed that thought away, knowing things like that would turn lethal in this situation. He took a deep breath, knowing he was facing powerful foes and put more power to his full body shield.

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*The Trollocs and Myrddraal Flooded into the Tainted City. Looking for Blood. The Trollocs were Hungry, The Myrddraal just were looking to Kill that which is Not Touched by the Shadow.*

((OOC: I am not good with Combat scenes. Feel free to Take it from Here. I will jump in aftter you finish the Trollocs.))

(Noted. I'll try to make it even.)

The Trollocs from the south searched, following the scent of blood. Suddenly all their heads popped up as a piercing whistle filled the air. "Hey! Why don't you get your asses over here and let's see what you got!" Their heads turned up to see the cocky drow sitting on top on a ruined building watching them search. He pointed something up and fired somthing in the air. He quickly reloaded the hand crossbow and aimed as the dart fell down toward the charging enemies. He fired and with the assist of gravity, the first dart hit the other one in the face of the crowd. The special oil inside the first dart hit the air and instantly ignited blowing away the casing of the other one. The resulting flashbang blast as the two mixed incinerated the first row of monsters and blasted back the others behind them, blinding most of them.

Rehn departed under the shock of the blast to move in another direction. The other groups wondered what went on but he ran right into another large group. "Come and catch me, motherfuckers!" The chase was on, the monsters following him in a rage. Turning a corner into a tight alley, the first two found their stomachs gutted and they clutched their orgams as the drow moved on to the ones behind them. Relying on his drow style of fighting, the tall drow began cutting the charging, swinging mob in a deadly dance of gracefull death. He dodged one swipe of a fist, rolling with the impact of the following strike to pin the creature's arm down to the ground with his sword. Going up, he created a spike out his palm that he jabbed into the Trolloc's eye and into the brain. He leapt over the collapsing body to slash another's neck open. The large group of twenty was soon food for the buzzards and the killer was off into the shadows again

With a shout, the main northen forces were lead into the main square and found the drow retracting the spike to make two more swords, signalling the group to come straight to him. They ran as he directed into more hidden darts, blasting the large monsters off their feet. Those that do manage to get passed the traps were barraged in bone bullets, the projectiles ripping into flesh and bone. He was confronted face to face with one that made it through. He smirked then picked up his sowrds as he let the creature hit him with it's club. He flew back and into a wall, the shield taking most of the blast and impact, but he gunted, coughing up a little blood. "Heh. You guys pack a punch." Rehn sprinted up and dodged another devistating swing to cut its leg muscles. He smiled in its face before decapitating it, passing away like the wind in the grass.

The last main group spread out to find him, but striking in and out of the shadows, the Trollocs were fooled easily and died just as quick. He used guriella tactics to reduce the odds and after leading the last ones to their maker, he sat down in the middle of a wide street, panting softly. "Damn......Holy damnnation those things travel in packs. So those are Trollocs, huh.... Big Pawns. So I guess it's time for the Rooks and Knights."

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*Two Myrddraal walked into a clearing and turned to face Rehn. As they closed the distance between then and Rehn, they Pulled their Swords from their Sheaths.*

Picking up his swords, the drow ducked under their strikes and parried and blocked their swings. He was surprised at the cooperation the two were having as he elegantly dodged between them. As the pair turned and swung their swords horizontally, Rehn jumped up making a step on the flats of their blades for foward momentum. He kicked out, striking one in the face with his boot and stabbing the other in the neck with a spike out of his foot.

The wounded one clutched his neck to try and fell back as the other grunted and swung for Rehn's head. Dodging it with only his hair tips cut, he went with him momentum, striking the dark figher with a sweep of the legs. Spinning on his palm, his heel went up and drove another sharp spike into the heart of the Myrddraal. he rolled away, his wings covering him in case of a surprise attack.

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*The Other three Myrddraal rounded the Corner just in time to see two of their Brother fall at the Hands of the skilled warrior. Drawing their swords, the three ran into Battle.

The three advanced on the crouched drow who instead of being defencive again, adopted a more agressive dance. His movements had no wasteful energy as his armed feet and hands overewhelmed his opponents. He felled the left one with a lethal stab up into the hood and through the brain. He dodged a cut that sereated a spike from his body and rolled away. "Damn. You have good swords there. Any normal drow would kill a family member for that kind of cut."

The Myddraal didn't reply but sank into the shadows. "Damn....if only I could use faerie fire. But that's magic....." He reached into a pocket and pulled out a human invention, a small metal canister with a ring attached to it. "When magic won't help, human inventions will certainly help out." He raised the hood, covered his eyes then pulled the ring and tossed it in the air. With a small blast, the chemicals inside reacted to heat and the air, creating a blinding blast of light and sound that eliminated the shadows for a minute. He threw his sword as he heard the echo of sound off of one of the tainted, ripping into the lung. The drow winced as the light still hit his eyes, blinding him as well.

He flapped his wings and managed to land on a roof, giving himself a little bit of a reprieve to regain his sight. He suddenly felt his instinct telling him to move and he lifted his arms barely making a small blade along his forearms. The Myddraal's blade edge skimmed along his shield, actually tapping the bone before getitng knocked away. It raised it's arms but the dark creature was suddenly wrapped in the wings of the drow. A tight embrace of feather and bone and he died quickly. Rehn tossed the body with his fellows and laid there on the roof, breathing heavily. Creating all this bone and keepign up with this attack was wearing at his energy.

(( Text: Red: Shadowspawn. ))

*A man dressed in Blue walked out into the open. Then turning, facing Rehn, he walked slowly, closing the distance between them.*

“You are good. Very Good. You Could go far within the Ranks. You could even be General one day. With My Guidance, My Training, Maybe you could one day be one of us. One of the Forsaken. Sitting at the Right hand Of The Great Lord of the Dark had many rewards. You can have Immortality. Unlimited Power can be yours. All you need do is say the word.”

*He held out his right hand toward Rehn.*

“Take my hand, Join me”

Rehn watched the man come up and offer him a porminant posotion in the dark forces. His teaching immeditaly tried to make him say yes, but his new voice quickly silenced it. "Well, I have already served a dark mistress, so I would know how things worked." He turned to bring his right hand into the shake, but just before contact, he brought his hand into the dark one's face, his middle finger raised. "But go fuck yourself. I'm fine where I am, which is kicking your ass."

He brought up and kicked the Forsaken in the chest. jumping back and holding out his left hand. The bone started wrapping about his forelimb in a spiral form, ending a a sharp point. "I've wondered how an Aes Sedai can fight..... well, maybe a fallen one can give me a challenge. Prepare yourself!"

He looked up for only a second seeing the moon setting on the horizion. 'If I can't kill him, then I need to last until the sunrise.' He thought as his eyes returned to his oppenent.