Outlaws- Introduction

Introduction- Outlaws

Mist. Early Morning. Crowing. Faint glimmer of light in the distance. Many sometimes get lost in these woods, but not I. My instincts tell me to run, run forward and my destination will appear. Through the trees I follow my friends through the mist. Its thick, but that doesn't stop us from reaching our goal. Our goal for this early morning is to get to our hideaway before the locals find out that they've been robbed. For we are a cunning group. Not many can challenge us for we are strong. We are Outlaws. We abide by our own rules and regulations. The King doesn't give us orders, we do.

Our group is made up of several different races, but I am the only female in this group and the others don't dare mess with me, for I can take care of myself. I'm the only one of my kind left in this region and I don't plan on getting killed anytime soon. I am Mirage, a female werewolf. Most women die after being bitten by a werewolf, but I apparently survived my first Full Moon and lived the night of the first run. Though when I came back from my run, my pack mates had been killed off by humans with silver tipped arrows. After several years, I finally joined the group I'm in today. Our leader's name is Grim, a Dark Elf. Dark grey skin with silver eyes. He was in the Dark Elf Military, but failed a mission in which he went back to retrieve a comrade in order to save them. Leaving his mission is considered a crime, and banishment was the price. Now, he commands his group with an iron fist. No matter the consequence, never leave a man behind. Skeletor, as we like to call him, is a Skeletal Demon. He bares the resemblance of man except he has dark black skin with white markings that resemble his skeletal structure. His red eyes can give you the creeps, but he's actually very easy to get along with. Don't let him fool you though, many have tried killing him and yet he stands tall with hardly even a scratch. He'll just smile at you and swing his tri scythe at you.

The Argonian brothers are not one to mess with. They each have their own special abilities and strengths. Havoc, Chaos, and Raze. Their names mean exactly what they do. Havoc likes to duel wield weapons, he specializes in doing so and to catch his opponents off guard. You won't mistake him from his brothers. Havoc's scales are darker and his eyes burn red. Chaos is more of the Ranger type. He carries his bow and arrows along with his sword and dagger set. Chaos' scales are light grey with a hint of yellow feathers on top of his head shaped like a mohawk. Chaos is a little on the mysterious side, yet he can be playful. As soon as the situation changes, he gets serious at the drop of a hat. Raze is quick and likes to get things done at a timely matter. He usually fights with a sword, but if he's going to use a sword it better be one he made himself. He takes pride in what he makes for himself and others and is known for his weapons. Raze is the shade of grey in-between his brothers and you'll know who he is as soon as you look at him.

Tremor is another rare race among our group. Like me, he can change his shape except that he can change into any animal he chooses. He is a Skin Walker. As long as he wears the pelt or feathers of the animal he wishes to shift into, he can be any animal he chooses to be. His favorite among his arsenal is the vulture. Seeing a vulture in the sky sends shivers down anyones spine, but seeing one that is larger than a man is even more terrifying. He is basically a scout and a shaman. There is a Man in this group as well, but don't underestimate him. He is a Necromancer. He summons spirits as an apparition and can even raise the dead to fight for him. He has other magical powers as well, but his speciality is the dead or undead. He goes by the name Magnus. His dark cloak with black smoke following behind gives me the creeps and I'm a werewolf.

Our group has several allies throughout Valor in which they give us intel on the latest of what is going on throughout the lands. The King may rule this land of Valor, but he has lost the respect of the people. His tyrannical ways must stop and thats where we come in. We serve the people for when no one else will. We. Are. Outlaws.