Passing through the foliage of Moonwood with fleetness exceeding many of
his kin, the elf knew what he was hunting. As he rounded the a bend in the
path he found his quarry spread out on the ground, gasping its last
breaths, with a three-foot arrow blasted halfway through his side. Adain
El'Vawey dropped to one knee, to flip the dying human to his face, finding
that blood was already pouring through his mouth.
"Quickly, tell me what you meant when you said it is going to end," the
winded elf demanded through gritted teeth.
"Your whole damned world will burn by the time my Master is done with you
elf." The man coughed up a last gurgle of blood as he died.
A crossbow quarrel barely missed him as he threw the human back to the
leaves, followed by half a dozen orcs rushing out of the brush after the
elf, one taking time to impale the human just to be sure.
After about two hundred yards, Adain sprang up a tree, sheathed his blade
and had his bow at the ready. Two orcs rounded the bend several seconds
later. Ten seconds later, two dead orcs were facedown in the springy turf.
Another orc, oddly stealthy for its ungraceful kind came around another
path. A human would not have heard the approach but this was an elf, a
ranger at that.
A headless orc remained after a quick volley of arrows from the hidden elf.
The orcs seemed to have lost their zest for this chase after this.
Once Adain got back to his clan's village, Adain went straight to his Lord Clemshar in the largest tree in the grove of Gleaming Point, overlooking a small, but wondrous Lake Di'ernatal. As he entered the audience hall he was stopped by his best friend Laniel, who was watching a beautiful young elf he has been infatuated with for years. "Laniel, just go talk to her my friend, you've been watching the lass for hundreds of ten-days now." "I can't, I'm far to scared to speak to her. I mean just look at her," he said as she began walking their way, "Oh Corelain save me." Adain laughed and continued on to more pressing business, leaving his stupefied friend to deal with his relationships.
As he walked up to Clemshar he bowed halfway through a step and begin telling his tale. About ten minutes later the Elven Lord sat in his throne contemplating what he was just told. "I must tell you something Adain, about 1000 years ago there was a disease in the city just to the west of these woods, The City of Stases. Our "brothers" to the North sent several hundred of our ancestors to save our trading partners. Assuming common Elven superiority, they believed that the disease would do nothing to them. While our hundreds were in Stases they were far too attracted to the Humans and began mating with them a.". He was stopped by a disgusted snort from Adain, quickly followed by a slap across the face by Clemshar. "You speak of our ancestors, fool we are all part human, that's why we don't live with the North Elves. They shunned us after this, which was followed by discovery that the disease did in fact effect us and reduced our lives drastically. This human you found may have been speaking of The Curse of Stases or something totally different, if you must follow this persons somewhat unfounded clues you have my permission. Now leave my nephew. And go with the honor your Elven blood grants you."
Without looking back not even to notice Laniel's progress with the Elven lass he went to his hut and cried.
Once Adain got back to his clan's village, Adain went straight to his Lord Clemshar in the largest tree in the grove of Gleaming Point, overlooking a small, but wondrous Lake Di'ernatal. As he entered the audience hall he was stopped by his best friend Laniel, who was watching a beautiful young elf he has been infatuated with for years. "Laniel, just go talk to her my friend, you've been watching the lass for hundreds of ten-days now." "I can't, I'm far to scared to speak to her. I mean just look at her," he said as she began walking their way, "Oh Corelain save me." Adain laughed and continued on to more pressing business, leaving his stupefied friend to deal with his relationships.
As he walked up to Clemshar he bowed halfway through a step and begin telling his tale. About ten minutes later the Elven Lord sat in his throne contemplating what he was just told. "I must tell you something Adain, about 1000 years ago there was a disease in the city just to the west of these woods, The City of Stases. Our "brothers" to the North sent several hundred of our ancestors to save our trading partners. Assuming common Elven superiority, they believed that the disease would do nothing to them. While our hundreds were in Stases they were far too attracted to the Humans and began mating with them a.". He was stopped by a disgusted snort from Adain, quickly followed by a slap across the face by Clemshar. "You speak of our ancestors, fool we are all part human, that's why we don't live with the North Elves. They shunned us after this, which was followed by discovery that the disease did in fact effect us and reduced our lives drastically. This human you found may have been speaking of The Curse of Stases or something totally different, if you must follow this persons somewhat unfounded clues you have my permission. Now leave my nephew. And go with the honor your Elven blood grants you."
Without looking back not even to notice Laniel's progress with the Elven lass he went to his hut and cried.