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Valdius Moss didn't feel very much like a soldier as he rolled out his bedroll upon the mud of the road. Where were the wild adventures and treasure he had heard about as a child? Called Val by his friends, he was born in the City of Silverymoon and was promptly left at an orphanage by his mother whom he had never met. The only thing they had to identify him with was a letter from his mother stating that he was Valdius Moss and his mother wanted nothing to do with him. He had never seen this letter of course but he liked to think it might have some mention of his father. A he grew up he came to realize that he had no particularly special talents other than being agile with a sword and a quick thinker. So he decided to join the esteemed army of Silverymoon, at the age of twenty, and now he was here. As he settled into sleep he wondered if he would ever amount to anything as he settled off to a troubled sleep.
In what seemed like less then an hour he was awakened by the boot tip of his commander, Harea. "It's your turn for the watch Moss." Then a arrow appeared as if by magic in his throat. Val sat there stunned staring at his dying commander as his lifeblood flowed over Val's blankets. Then he leapt to his feet and cried "Attack, attack the camp is under attack" He then immediately threw himself down to avoid the arrows whistling through the camp. His fellow startled soldiers rushed to fight only to be slain before drawing a sword. There came a clatter as their attackers dropped their bows and the sound of metal scrapping against leather as they drew their swords. Val's mind was racing, This is a routine patrol what's going on.
Out of the shadows they stepped, a score of orcs, armed to the teeth. They had been outnumbered even before the arrows had taken so many and now they stood no chance. Val let out a cry and drew his sword and charged the first orc he saw. The orc let out a guttural growl and stood to meet him. He attacked him with a flurry of blows forcing the orc back. Sparks flew from their swords as they battled. Val circled around the orc searching for and opening. He saw one and unleashed a viscous whirling of blades that left the orc bleeding from a deep cut to the ribs, but the orc wasn't finished yet. As Val took a step back to catch his breathe, he tripped over the body of a fallen soldier. He fell heavily and rolled to avoid the downward thrust of the advancing orc. He wasn't fast enough and got clipped on the side of the head by the blade. As he lay there stunned with what seemed like a line of fire running down the side of his head. He wondered if this was going to be the end, as he saw the orc loom over him. Suddenly the orc stopped and looked down. Following the orcs gaze he saw the tip of a sword poking through the orc. The orc gave a confused grunt then slid forward off the blade and onto the ground. Val looked up stunned to see the face of his savior and gazed through the blood running down his face into the pale beautiful face of an elf. Then he passed out.
Val floated in a state of darkness unaware of his surroundings. He was tormented by the sounds around him as he drifted in and out of conciseness. He was often assaulted by periods of light that disturbed him from his dark abyss causing him to cry out. He had strange dreams of a pale group of people that were clearly elves pointing at him and muttering. He had no awareness of the passage of time and each minute was infinite.
Then one day he awoke to find himself in a bright room with white walls feeling very weak and very thirsty. When he opened his eyes there was a flurry of movement from his side and a blurry humanoid figure went running through a door opposite the bed was lying in. He wondered where he was and why. His head felt oddly heavy and he reached up to find his head had by swathed in bandages.
Then what had happened all coming rushing back to him. Oh god's the camp. He thought about all his comrades and wondered if any had survived. He hoped so as he looked around the room. He saw there were other beds adjacent to his and covered by curtains. I hope some of them are in there, he thought
He tried to sit up to see better and ended up making himself dizzy and weaker the he already was. He laid himself back down and waited for someone to show up. As he lay he looked out the window placed near his bed. As he looked out he noticed there were mountains in the background. Mountains, he thought There weren't mountains anywhere near his patrol route. Val's squadron patrolled the road between Silverymoon and the edge of the Moonwood. There weren't mountains anywhere near the Moonwood where they had been camping. Where am I, he wondered?
He was interrupted from his pondering by the arrival of a tall elf in the white robes of priest. Behind him followed a Elvin girl he guessed to be about his age, and a old wrinkled Elvin woman leaning heavily on a cane. He gazed at the old woman in awe he had grown up with elves in silverymoon and was no fool when it came to them. Elves lived hundreds of years old and to see one so wrinkled and old was a shock to him. She must be ancient he thought. "How are you feeling?" asked the priest. "Weak" said Val in a voice that sounded as if it hadn't been used in years. "And thirsty" he said as he licked his dry cracked lips. "Good that means your felling pain," replied the priest. Since when was that a good thing?Val thought. You need sleep he said as he handed him a cup full of a milky white substance. "It is dream wine. It will help you sleep." The priest then turned to the girl and said "Gailaria go and fetch our guest some water". As the girl hurried off to get his water Val drained the cup of surprisingly sweet and cool liquid and he asked "Who are you and where am I." "I am Remar and this is the home of the Conclave" announced the priest. The Conclave? What the hell is the conclave, thought ValBefore he promptly fell back to sleep.