Centurion of Auri-El
(Night of Tears)
Year: 1E 998
Chapter One
"Are you sure?" I asked, doubting the map's coordinates.
"Of course I'm sure" said Korlin as he rearranged himself uncomfortably in his seat. He slowly measured the paper map again. The room in his shop was made of extensively carved evergreen wood, no doubt ordered from a Nord carpenter. It gave off that warm, cultural feeling they were known for.
"Yes, these are correct. I assure you, this map will lead you where you need to be" Korlin gave me a stern look before he spoke again. "Of course, if you don't want to use it you don't have to. I'll just give it back to-" I cut him off "That won't be necessary, Korlin. I'll be on my way."
He gave me a grin as I made my purchase.I've always be uncomfortable talking to other races except for my own because I'd always towered over them. Especially Bretons, they were the shortest of all. Korlin was a Wood Elf…these Mer were great cartographers.
"Sovyrn? is that your name?" Korlin asked in a suddenly serious tone.
"Yes, Sovyrn Relin." I replied quickly
"I hope you know what you're doing, Nords don't exactly want elves roaming around their land. Especially Snow Elves like yourself." he warned.
"I'll keep that in mind." I said as I walked out of his shop.
The Arch Curate gave me orders to go to a Nord village by the name of "Njiik's Peak". My mission was to kill everyone at the little town. I was honored to take on this task; I was to start Genocide between my race and the Nords. I was joyed to finally be out of the palace I usually resided in. I would've usually spent a lot of time training there instead of anything entertaining.
I climbed onto my horse and set off for my destination. I had to agree with the Arch Curate that the Nord population was out of hand. It wasn't the Nord's fault they had a small life span but more that they are a lesser species and their comprehension of magic and swordsmanship was…primitive. It was all about honor with them.