Old Black Book

[Grid Blader]

*Q walks slowly out of the crypt. He removes his helm, letting his long blond hair to drop to his shoulder. He is covered in sweet from the long hard battles with the undead in the crypts. Q looks over to a tree next to a tombstone thinking that is the spot to rest. He walks slowly thinking of the events that lead him tonight.*

*Q's mind plays the talk with Cal in her office. Telling her he is hearing the calling of Toran to travle and spread his word to as many as he can. To do this he would have to tralve and set up his owe temple to Toran. Maybe Toran calls for Q to do something great or small but Q will never argue. That is when Cal asked for one more favor to cleanse the crypts and he would go with her blessings*

*Laying his sword, armor and his shield down next to the head stone, then slumping his own body down next to the tree. Looking around, breathing very hard. Q reaches for his ribs and find the source of his pain. Feeling around just below his breast plate, right above his abbes protectors, two sharp objects stick out of the skin, he laughs a bit*

"Darn skeleton and there sharp fingers" Q says as he smirks.

*Q dose not finish what he is about to say as he groans a bit as he pulls the them out, bitting on his bottom lip to keep from screaming. He can taste the blood from his bottom lip as he lets out a small gasp of relief from the pain*

"Well, this was just a grand idea Q" he tell himself as expecting someone to answer him.

*He reaches around for his black back pack with red strips down each side of it. Just as new as the day he bought it from Jil. Opening the one silver looking clasp that keeps it closed, he looks inside. Not much is inside three very red potions, five blue potions, three canteens filled with water, ten rations, and six bandages lay throw out the bottom of the pack.*

Q smiles letting the backpack drop to his side "Well, well, well." Laughing a bit "Only though I was going to be down here for 2 days, why bring more" sruging a bit to answer his own question.

*With his left arm going a bit numb, Quantum reaches inside his sliver cloak with the golden crest of the Shinning Hand sowen in to the right chest area. To a secret pocket, that only he knows about pulling out a old black book. Taking the book and putting it on his lap. Reaching back in and pulling out a quil and reaching for the bottle of ink he also had in the pocket*

"Ahh..." Quantum exclaimed as he pulled his left hand out holding the quil but blood and black ink dripped as he was cut by the broken bottle that laid in the pouch.

*He smiled as he opened his black book looking at how many pages had been filled*

"Yes a good life I would say" Quantum smiled to himself.

*As Quantum flipped throw the first few pages and his thoughts of a younger man full of life brought a smile to his face. As he got closer towards the middle of the book a bit of a frown passed his face, as if to remind him he was getting older with each filp of the page. Finally he was towards the back of the book before he found the first clean page for him to start writing again.*

*just as he is writing a few thoughts down he hears a breaking of a twig. Setting his book down slowly and looking up on the darkened night he sees cloaked figure all around him. Q goes to stand and falls flat to his back as the first of many wiping lash out taking his feet out from under him. He reaches for his sword only to a deep cut along the back of his hand with a crack of a whip. Not giving the cloaked figures the pleasure of hearing him scream in pain. Q's silver robes start to turn to a deep rose color with the blood soaking throw slowly.*

"Who are you?" Q asks "What do you what from me?" In between the slowing lashing.

"Who am I?" The cloaked may almost chuckles "Come Q you must remeber me, I am the one that told you I would kill you."

"Augustin, thats you?" Q says in a pained voice.

"I am touched you remember me so well, but I am not to kill you Quantum, well not yet. For what I want, Not me but my master wants you alive, what a pitty. I belive your death would only honnor Corath and bring discrase to Toran. The most feared undead slayer, killed by young ones of Coraths faith." Telling him in a cold voice as he walks up and slams Q in the face knocking him out.

"He was once my mentor, now he just old man" The cloaked man tell the others as the start to laugh at Q. "The Master will want him soon, he wishs to learn the secrets of Mechidal Tower, and the power it hides"

"But Augustin we search the tower and did not find any way to travel further?" A young women voice says from behind her cloak.

"I am sure Master knows what he is doing" Augustin says with a sparkle in his eye, looking at the young women "Don't every question the master again, or you shall meet the same death as this worthless old hero will face"

*Augustin walks up kicks Q in the ribs*

"Place him the restraints, we must hurry I am sure more people will come" He say coldly. "The portal, force him in side".

*He watches two people cloaked restrain Q's hands behind his back, forcing a leather mask over his head so Q can not talk or more important cast any spells. As they force Q to wake up and force him to his feet to begining hislong march towards the opening ablaze with every color.*

[Grid Blader]

Well, the dwarf was right.  Use the green bowl, and we used the gold bowl.  Ported right in to Mechidals prison.  Now we sit here in this prison.  My hand is hurting but I wont let any one know.  I can feel the purple posion pulsing throw my vains.  I move my hand and the painfull blister pops open and the puss ozes out of it.  It is just a matter of time before it over comes me.  Makes me wonder what it is going to do to me, how painfull it is going to be, maybe not painfull at all.  I guess i will find out.

If we could use magic here I might be able to remove it, but I fear it is to late for me.  I dont want anyone to worry, I want them to focuse on getting out.  Clarissa, and Rose I dont think was made to stay in tight places to long.  Barion will go stir crazy.  It is not good for Peanut to be in here with us in her condution.  I just sit here resting saving engery.  

They each walk bye asking me if I am ok.  I just nod and smile, they belive me.  I keep my hand covered with my gloves but the purple has spread to discolor my skin to the purple and is working its way up my arm.  Soon the gloves will not be able to hid it.

Well one good thing has come of this.  Me and Peanut has talked for the first time in a long time.  Which is good.  Her and Beasty are doing good.  He is a good man and should take really good care of her.  I am so very tired..  I think I will just close my eyes for just a bit.  Maybe my body will fight off the posion.  Wishfull thinking....

(will be moved once out of time bubble my bad and sorry)

[Grid Blader]

*The Room is dark lit with only one torch.  Quantums eyes are not able to adjust quickly.  He is forced forward with the point of a dagger to is back.*

"Throw the door and down the hallway" Quantum hears coming from behind him.

*As he walks slowly down the hall he can hear the sounds of many feet as they shuffle down the hallway.  He looks from side to side seeing the smooth face of the stone and darkened colors of the stone.  As if the stones were covered in a dark oil.  The shadow of a door outline nears.  A faint light comes from under the door.  The door open slowly.  The light is dim, he is bearly able to see four figures sitting in chairs around a squard table.  As he enters the room the four stand.  He is unable to make out there faces because of the masks they wear.*

"So this is were I am to be affaird of all of you" Quantum says with a grin.

"No this is were you relize your going to finally meet your god, and have to answer to him" One of the figures standing says on a cold harsh voice.

With a grin Q answers "I am ready to die for Toran you ready to die for Coarth?"

*The figure stands behind Quantum raising his arm high in to the air, hold something in his hand.  Striking down with great force*

The force of the blow to the back of Quantums head forces him to a knee.  The warm trickle of blood from the back of his head runs down his neck. The dark cold room grows darker and darker untill he falls face first.  Face down but still looking up he sees the dark robed figures walking towards him, his head is spinning.  Finally he can not keep his eyes open as a shawod of a hand reaches down for him.

"Place him in the cell, and per pair him for questioning" Augustin speaks

The two men carry Quantum down the hallways in slince.  One under each arm of Quantums.  The walk down two flights of stairs and trun in to the hallway.  Stoping at an Iron door.  One man gets his keys and unlocks the door with a clunk.  They lays Quantum back on the floor as it takes both men to open the large rusted door.  They Grab Quantum by his feet and drag him inside.  

The room is lit by an opening to the sky above about 20 feet from the floor, but it is guarded by crossed iron bars.  The room is colder, and the gray stone floors and walls make it feel darker.  There is a single chair in the middle of the room bolted to the floor.  Water drips from the celling and collects in to a puddle in the corner of the cell.  There is a blanket spread on the other side of the cell.  

The two men drag Q on his back by his feet to the chair.  They search him for anything they Q may have, putting it in to a bag.  They take his ankh and throwing it on the ground and taking there turns stepping on it.  They Pick Quantum up and set him in the chair.  Striping him of his clothing and redressing him in Robes made from burlap.  Placing the clothing in the bag.  One man reaches down and picks up the ankh and places that in the bag.  As they step out of the room and close the door behind them they laugh.  The door gives a loud thud as it finally close's and a clank as they lock it.  Leaving Quantum slumped in the chair to wake.

[Grid Blader]

As the night turns to day, and the sun shines throw the small opening.  Quantum eyes begin to open slowly.  Was it a dream?  Was it a nightmare?  Races throw his mind as events of last night race throw his mind.  His neck is sore from the blow to the back of the head.  He slowly turns his head from side to side, looking at the gray rock and noticing the large Iron door in the wall.  He slowly stands to his feet making sure to keep his blance.  

He walks to the door feeling the burlap rub against his skin with each step.  He feel his for his ackh, but it is not there.  He gives a sigh and walks to the door and trys to open it. Locked.  He bangs with his fists on the door, relizing the door is make from iron and it is thick.  

"LET ME OUT YOU COWARDS"  Quantum screams for an hour.

Finally, he gives up and walks back over to the chair.  Quantum reaches down and trys to throw the chair at the door.  The chair wont budge, the chair is strong and well bolted in to the stone.  Quantum head is still a bit fuzzy, but his will has taken over.  He will get out of this.  He starts to think of any way out.  

He looks at the gray rock.  He runs his hand over every inch hoping to find something.  Maybe a secret door?  He look at the skylight opening but there is no way to reach it.  Maybe the door, but there is not way to open it from the inside.  Hours go bye, and the light is started to turn to dark.  

A short time latter Q hears a clank, as if someone is unlocking the door.  Quantum readies himself and wait for the right time.  He sees the door start to crack open and Quantum make a sprit for the door.  Lowering his left shoulder and hit the door.  It is heavy but moves quickly with Quantum weight behind it.  Quantum can feel the pain as his shoulder breaks from the force of the impact with the door, but he has to block the pain out.  Block it out to escape.

The door flys open catching the two men standing behind the door knocking one out and the other to the floor.  Quantum falls forward catching himself with his right hand on the hallway wall.  He jumps on to the man still stirring and punches with all his might in to prone mans face.  Over and over Quantum hits him till he is sure the man is knocked out.  He struggles but is able to drag both men in to the cell with his right arm.  Searching the men for the key, but can not find the key.  

He rips one of there robes to find out the one knocked out by the door was not a man, but a women.  He thinks to himself no matter as he fashions a sling for his left arm.  He makes his way out of the cell and closes the door.  To his surprise the key is in the lock.  Quantum smiles as he hears the clink to the door's lock only to turn in to a frown as he hears a man claping from the shadows.

"Good job Quantum"  Markas belows "I was wondering how long it would take you to get out."

Quantum looks towards the shadow looking to make another strike, trying to pinpoint the man from his voice.  "you know my name, but I don't know yours?"   His eyes shoot from side to side ready to strike out.

"Ahh Quantum"  Markas says in a low voice "My name is Markas high preist of Corath.  You know me all to well"

Quantum eyes shoot to his left as he see movement.  Then to the right as he sees more.  Come out of the shadows so we can deal with this and I can go home" Quantum says with a smile.

Markas snaps his fingers, Quantums closes his eyes a bit from the light of eight torches flare up.   Quantum sees that he is surrounded, all the people are wearing masks and dark robes.  Some tall and broad chested which Quantum figures to be fighter, the others small and less broad shouldered maybe clerics.  One of the smaller ones walk to Quantum, Circling him, almost in a taunt.  

"Quantum I am affaird you have caused Corath to much pain.  You will not be leaving here alive in less you tell us what we want to know about Mechidal and his tower"  Markas says in a cold voice as he circles Quantum.

Quantum grins "Then I will just be let go?  Let go to cause Corath more pain.  Sorry but I just don't belive you"

"I did not say let go, but you will be alive."  Markas says.

Quantum Shakes his head "sorry but I guest don't belive you, so you going to have to guess about Mechidal and how to get in to his tower!"

"Have it your way then"  Markas says as he circles behind Quantum slamming his fist on to his broken left shoulder.

Quantum falls to his knees from the pain as Markas slams his foot in to Quantum back knocking him on to his face.  Three of the bigger robed figures rush over and start to pound on to Quantum.  Stopping after a few minutes when Markas waves his hand to them.  Blood trickling down Quantum face.  They pick up Quantum and carry him down the hallway to a door made of wood.  The cleric in front opens the door.  The warriors carry Quantum in to a well lit room.

Twelve torches light this room.  Wood covers these walls.  An older man stands in the middle of the room hunched over a table looking down at it.  In the center of the room there are shackles at the floor and chains with shakes hanging from the ceiling.  The warriors lay Quantum on to the ground placing his ankles in to the shackles.  Raising Quantum from his arms, he lets out a blood curlting scream.  The warriors smiles with the scream and shackle his wrists from the ceiling.

"Now Quantum, I would like you to meet a friend of mine.  Frant has practiced his art for many, many years.  He will make you wish for a swift death"  Markas reaches out grabbing Quantums face to bring his eyes to his eyes.  "He will make you wish, that you were dead"

Quantum head bobbles back and forth.  His eyes roll in his head.  The pain grows in his left shoulder.  Quantum head flings forward striking Markas in the face.  Knocking Markas to the ground.  Blood flows from Markas nose and lip.  Markas stands up spiting in Quantum face.

"FRANT, make him talk, make lots and lots of pain"  Markas says in uneven voice "LOTS of pain!"

Quantum watches as everyone walks out of the room and he is left chained and Frant smiling.  Quantum looks to the table.  He sees whips, chains, little knifes, curved knifes, median sized knifes, some with jagged edges, and one that looks like a hook.  Frant grabs a whip slapping it in his left hand.  Walks behind Quantum and gives it two cracks by Quantum ear, before he lets lose across Quantum back.  

Quantum does not let out a scream.  Another flesh cutting slap lands across his back.  Quantum prays to Toran, asking for wisdom, honor, and Vigilance.  With every slash across the back, Quantum prays harder and harder.  

"Pray to your God Quantum" Frant says in a slither like voice.  "He can not or will not help you"

The whip flys throw the air.  Landing on Quantum back.  On his legs, on his arms.  Quantum head finally falls forward and his eyes close.

[Grid Blader]

Sweat drops down Cal's face and drop on to a sheet of paper that she looks over during the meet of the Shinning Hand.  Her short black hair, stands out against the silver robes she is wearing.  Her hair tucked neatly be hind her ears showing off her elvish features.  Her voice is soft but firm.  

The room is filled with other members of the Shinning Hand, Toran's faithfully undead slayers.  Most of them dressed in fine clothing of blue and silver showing there pride of Toran.  There mostly human, with a few elfs and even less dwarfs.  All carry long sword strapped to there hips.  This large room can easily handle 50 people but it seams fuller then usually.  They crowed around a table made of fine marble, finding seats were they can.  All waiting for Cal to call the meeting to order.

The seat to the right of Cal is empty, but it usually is.  That is were Quantum would sit.  It seams Quantum is always busy with chasing down undead or trying to spread the word of Toran to the people.  With Quantums latest missions he has brought more people to the temple and more be livers in Toran.  She was proud of him, he always loved her like a mother.  She could not ask for a better son.  A love that like that was hard to break.

"I call the meeting to order" Cal says "I have no old business, so lets start with the new order of business."

Cal sits down and back in to her chair.  Getting ready for the flood of voices to start.  The meeting seam to always go the same.  One person starts to talk, and the agruging beings.  She can not blame Quantum for being busy all the time.  She knows it use to drive him crazy when he sat in the same chair she sits in now.  Cal took over as head of the Shinning Hand when Q desided that she would be better suited as the Hand.  Cal almost goes in to a trance, waiting in till the right second to call a point to the order.

"Hand...  Hand..."  A women voice calls out catching Cals attion.  Cal looks to the door and raises her hand for all to stop speaking.

"What is it Matty" Cal calls out to a slimmer women.  She has long blond hair, with deep green eyes.

"I have some one you need to hear from right away" Matty says

"Can this wait Matty?"  Cal says back

"It can not, it is very important" She says as she lets a little girl and her father in to the room.

Cal looks to the little girl, not much older the eight years of age.  Medium blond hair with blue eyes.  She stand about four foot tall, she is dress in her play clothing.  Her father is a tall man with darkened skin which you can tell is from his hard labors in the sun proble from farming.  His dark hair and dark brown eyes shoot across the room looking at all the people.

"Sandra, tell the nice lady what you told me...  Ok"  Her father says.

Sandra walks towards Cal looking at the floor, almost scared to look upon call.  As she walks forward some of the shinning hand sitting at the table let out sighs thinking this is taking to long, they got important dissections to get back to.  Cal just raises her hand and all is quite again.  The little girl stop about five feet from were Cals chair is and looks up to her with tears in her eyes.

"I was going to play out side of the crypt in Krandor.  I saw the man dressed in silver open the door to the crypt walk out and go to sit under the big oak tree to rest.  He has always been nice to me and my friends, he even plays hide and go seek with us some times..."  She takes a deep breath " He took off his armor and just sit down when I heard other voices wispering, so I hide behind a grave stone.  And..And..  That is when it happened..  I am so sorry..  I should of yelled out.."

"What happened?" Cal says

"It was so fast, and there were so many..  Quantum tryed to fight back, but they" She is almost drowned out by the noticed of members voices raising, and just as fast Cals hand goes up to slince them "The men were dressed in dark robes, and they wore masks..  One of them dropped this, some kind of necklaces"  She stops just enough to hand the holy symbol of Corath to Cal.  "The ropes made cracking sounds and I am sure the bigger men beat on him.  Quantum struggled back but there were to many men."  She breaths in "A man spoke up, he sayed the master wanted him alive and there was more but I did not hear.  Then a flash of light and the men were walking towards the light carrying Quantum but they did not walk throw the light, it was like they were gone."

"That is when she came to get me"  The father speaks up "she lead me to were it happened I could see signs of a struggled and I belive the men used a portal."

A call for the table from a man sitting at the other end "How do we know this is true, and not a trap for us?  All we know Quantum is fine...."

"You can check for yourself, but I brought Quantums bag, his armor, shield, and sword are on my wagon out in front of the temple"  The man replays.

"Matty, Scott go to the wagon and bring Quantums stuff here" Cal speaks up trying to hold back tears in her eyes.

The pain from his left shoulder was nothing to the pain caused from the whip when Quantum finally passed out.  To only awake to a great pain.  A small and slinder women re sitting his broken shoulder had open Quantums eyes fully.  She was wearing the dark robes but something was different, he knew this women.

"Quantum I am Yelon, I was sent to reset your shoulder and bandage you." She says with a smile " Markas wants you alive."

Quantum try to raise his right arm only to find it shackled to a chain attached to the floor.  With little strength left for the beating he lays it back to the ground.  He rolls his head away from her.

"Yes you are most resourcefully they say and they don't want you to leave before there finished with you"  She says with a grin.  "Also for my protection, you killed one in your last try."

"The women?" Quantum says in a lost voice

"Yes, not a friend of mine so I don't mind the loss" Her voice almost seamed cheer "But she was very close to Markas, and he was not happy when he was told she was dead."

She moves Quantum  left arm to his chest and ties a bandage around making sure to tighten it sung for more pain.  "I think I am done here, but I am sure I will be back much more in the coming days" she says coldly.

Quantum does not even watch as she walks to the door.  Two men stand guard, once she is safely out the door they close and lock the door.  Leaving Quantum to ponder what is to be next.

[Grid Blader]

Quantum lays on the straw bed looking at the dripping water.  In his head he can hear the drip making a tiny splash.  Not really hearing a sound because of the spell cast on the room keeping the room silent.  No sound can be made or heard.  As he looks up at the window watching the sun going down.  Knowing after the sun goes down his beating will start all over again like it has been going on for a week now.  

When the beating starts, Quantum prays to Toran out loud.  The louder Quantum prays the worse the beatings get.  Looking down at his torn robes for the slashing whip.  The scares are only skin deep, but so many.  His pain really starts with the knife work of Frants, he is a master in the art of pain and Quantum knows that first hand.  

The pain is intense just to move.  Quantum craws to the pool of water to take a drink.  Quantums legs chained together.  He has to stretch to reach the water with his left hand.  His right wrist restrained by a chain bolted in to the floor.  Cupping the water with his left hand shaking to bring it to his chapped lips.  

Not being able to hear the door open, Quantum did not notice the two big men dressed in there dark robes come in and grab him by his arms.  A third looking to be a women following the men in and start to unlock his right arm.  To weak to fight back the two men and women have no trouble taking Quantum to the door.  

Carrying him to the door.  Once outside the door the sounds of the two men carrying him and the women walking behind him, and the dragging of his owen feet.  Down the hall way, just like it happen at night.  To the door that dark door.  The door Quantum has named the door of Pain.  The women hurries around them and opens the door.  As they carry Quantum past the women he be lives he can see a smile cross her face.

Cal sets at the table to her left Gilbert keeper of the records, waiting for word.  She has become impatient as the past few days have passed.  Waiting for information any information on Quantum and were there hiding him out.

"Matty, dear"  Cal says in a low voice filled with fear "Matty send a messenger to Quantums house in Halflake to bring Peanut and Rose here, also put the letter to the silver five."

Matty bows and truns walks to her desk calling for a messanger, and she starts to write on some parchment.

Gilbert turns to Cal "The silver five?  That was experiment by Quantum failed, did it not"

"No, just everyone need to think it did."  Cal says looking at the table "Quantum had to keep it a secret, for there safety"

"Well, who are they?"  Gilbert says

"I don't know who they are"  Cal looks to Gilbert "Quantum would only tell me about what happened on the mission's and if anything every happened how to get a hold of them"

"I don't understand" Gilberts says looking a bit shocked "how will you know"

"Trust me, Trust Quantum please"  Cal say with sadness in her voice "Matty leaves the letter on the board, a letter will be left telling me were to meet them"

"Miss Cal, Miss Cal"  Matty says in a bit of shock handing Cal a letter "I went to place the letter on the board and noticed it..  This letter it is for you, and I think it is from them."

Cal takes the letter, opens the envelope slowly.  She takes it out and starts to read it.  Gilbert looking on with admazment.  Matty still standing there.  Cal place the letter back in to the envelope.  Looks to Matty.

"Get my horse ready" telling Matty then turns to Gilbert and saying "No one will follow me, no one is to know I have even left the temple"

Gilbert looks to speak up,  but just nods in agreement.

Cal make her way to her horse, in her silver robes under the cover of night.  She gets in to her saddle, and starts to ride on the road to Hlint.  She sees the campfire next to the road.  She slowly dismounts the horse scenting the area seeing nothing.  She stands next to the camp fire starring on to the fire, starting to let the thoughts race throw her head, Is Quantum dead already?  Is this the right campfire?  Is this a trap?  With that though her hand slowly grip the hlint of her long sword.

"Care full there Cal, I don't want to lose my head"  A man voice comes out of the darkness.

He walks forward in to the light of the fire.  A tall sliders man dressed in a silver cloak with a silver hood.  The clasp of the cloak is a silver lighting bolt.  Walking behind him is a shorter person with a women figure.  Behind her is a shorter person, stout, wide, and dwarves shape.  Two other walk up behind the shorter person.  The first one tall broad shoulder, the second one slinder a bit shorter and also women shape.  All dressed in Silver robes and silver hoods like the first man.  None other had the clasp.

They all take spots surrounding Cal.  The man with the silver lighting clasp standing infrount of Cal.  They stand is silence.

"Quantum is missing"  Cal says in a small voice

"We know" The man says.

"You Know?  You have not..  You have not even..."  Cal says

The man nods.  "We have information, Quantum always told us if anything was to happen you would be informed"  He says in a firm voice.  

"We leave soon, but it will take many days to reach the area"  The man says, handing Cal a map.  

"I want to go, I can not stay here!"  Cal says

The man looks to the others and says "Vote to order!"  

Two raise there hands.  The slider women standing to his left, and the dwarves shaped person.  The man in front of Cal nods.

"noted" The man says "Speak your protest" Nodding to the women.

"Quantum is not from her womb, but she loves his as her owen."  The women voices rings out almost in song "She will compromise the mission, she is also the Hand and might inter fear in what we are trained to do."

Cal thinks to herself this make sense.  Quantum always could not start disorder.  Something does sound familiarly about the womanishly voice.

"Noted" the man says nodding to the dwarven shaped person

"A agee" the rough sounding dwarves man says.

"Noted and agreed upon by me"  The man says.

"Please, I will not inter fear.  I just want to find Quantum"  She is almost crying when she says it.  "please I must find him"  She falls on to her knees almost begging.  

The man looks to each again "we have heard, now re vote" he calls out.

No person raises there hand this time.  Each look at each other.  Each nods in agreement.

"I am Dran, wizard of the Silver five" He removes his silver hood.  This tall human has dark hair.  His eyes are blue.  He is looks young and slider. Not like most wizards he is very fit.

"A I'm Thaden worrior of te five"  He removes his silver hood.  He is very broad shouldered.  His thick forearms bulge as he pulls his all silver colored axe from his holster.  His long brown hair and his beard.  His black eyes shine from the fire.

"I am Matty, well call me locksmith to the five and personal protector of the Hand"  As she pulls back her hood.  Her long flowing blond hair, and her green eyes.  

Cal looks to her not understanding almost confused.

"I am Iseral, Healer of the five"  She pulls back her hood showing her long ears.  Her sandy blond short hair, her brown eyes, her pail skin.  A Ankl hangs from her neck.  Her smile grows wider.

"I am Windler, Paladin of Toran as you know Cal"  The tall human with jet black hair, black eyes, and darkened skins.  His Anlk hangs from his neck also.

"Your all Toranites?"  Cal says "But you and Q?  You too dont?"  Looking to Windler.  "And you Matty?'

"Your question will be answered with time"  Windler says in a calm voice "But we must hurry, so saddle the horses and the pony we ride tonight!"

[Grid Blader]

"Tell us Quantum, Tell us what we want to know" Markas wispers in to Quantum ear "TELL US NOW!!!"

Quantum head falls forward as Markas takes his right hand from under Quantum chin.  Quantums hands are chain to the celling his ankles are chained to the floor.  Blood trickles down his back and down his legs.  As another crack from Frant's whip across his back.  

Markas circles around Quantum looking over Frants work and smiling.  He walks to the Connor of the room, taking a hand full of salt from a bucket.  Walking over to the open wounds and starts to rub it in to the wounds.  Craving to hear him scream, almost smiling from under his hood.  He grinds the salt deep waiting for the burning to start.  A smile cross his face as he can see the pain become server in Quantums face start to build.

"The God of the undead is pleased with every cringe, with every whip that slashes across your back.  Punishment  for every one of his children you killed"  Markas says "The darkness will surround you soon, the new moons are coming.  The night of darkness is upon you."

"Tell me, and your death can come quickly"  With a smile Markas says.

Quantum spits blood on to Markas face.  "What worse can you do to me?" Quantum says.

Markas points and Frants next lash are behind Quantums knees.  Markas walks over picking up the bucket of salt.  Walking back towards Quantum walking right past him.  He stops pointing for two large men to get Quantum down.

"Get him down, lock him up"  Markas says "Good work as always Frant."  "Oh Quantum this will please Corath with you death, you are his most hated enemy" Markas wispier in to Quantums ear "He will be most pleased"

Dumping the bucket of sand all over Quantum back.  Bring out a huge smile hearing Quantum's blood curling scream.  The two men unhook Quantum right hand then his left.  Holding him under Quantum up to unchain his legs.  Quantum looks up as Frant passes in front of him.

In a flash Quantums hands reach out for Frant.  Before the two men can restrain his arms, his hands reach Frant head.  Slamming his two fingers in to Frant eyes forcing they throw his eyes.  Cruling his fingers in to his skull.  His other hand reaches for Frant's throat.  Using leverage from the skull against his other hand in to Frant's throat snapping his neck.

As the two men beat Quantum with there fists trying to make him release Frants dead body.  Quantum smiles as Markas trys to get him to release his grip.  A right hand slams in to Quantum chin making the room go dark, forcing his eyes closed.  Out to the world, no more pain.