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If Only I Knew
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If only I had known.if only.... I should have known that, we could have never been at peace. A Grail Knight and a Hell Lord? In love? Heh. It seems so silly now. If only I had known what I would do to her, I would have never gone to Faydwer all those years ago. Why did I choose to go there? Why?
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"You have been hanging around me too much Meya. Were you just going to leave without saying goodbye?"
" Actually yes."
"I'm hurt"
"hehe. I have been around you too much."
Meya walked over to Raziel and he held her in his arms.
"So where has the almighty council decided to send you."
"Kunark. They believe that there are some relics that can taken from the Iksar."
"..Kunark. Such a long way for such a young Necromancer. And Paineel is going to be devoid of beauty for a long time, such a shame. "
"Stop..You're just making this harder"
"It is never supposed to be easy. I am going to miss you."
"If all goes well, I should be back in half a year or so. We can make up then."
"No we cant."
"Why?"
"Council orders, i am to perform reconnaissance on various hostile cities and to acquire as much knowledge possible on enemy spells, tatics and techniques. I have no idea how long I will be gone or even if I will even return at all."
"O Raziel...I wish we could have gotten a chance to.."
"You never know what may happen, we may yet. Besides, we have a little more then two hours before I have to leave.
"Only 2? Not nearly enough"
"We shall just have to make the most of it."
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The elevator rumbled up to the surface. Meya and Raziel exited, turned, and looked out over the Chasm that led to Old Paineel.
"Do you know where you are going to go Raziel?
"Faydwer"
"Any particular reason?"
"Not really"
"Ah-huh. Going to spy on the elven women?"
" You know me too well."
They kissed for the final time.
"Be safe Meya."
"You too Raziel"
Raziel looked up to the midnight sky and his body began to fade away. Just as his body completely faded out of sight, there was a bright flash. A raven appeared in the Raziel's place. It cawed and flew into the night.
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It was quiet in the Heartwood Tavern tonight. A rather unusual occurrence. The bartender calmly washed out some of the glasses. The only other person in the bar was a stoutly dwarf who was obviously had too much, he was staggering around, bumping into furniture, singing various drinking songs. The bartender would have tossed him out on his ear, but seeing how it is so quiet tonight, and he needed a good laugh.
Then a small raven flew in through the open window. It circled around and landed on the dwarf's head.
"Shooo! Shoooo! You seeeeellly bird!" The dwarf swatted at the raven. It hopped out of his reach and hovered over him. Occasionally dropping within reach to irritate the dwarf. The dwarf began to hop around the bar climbing on tables and chairs trying to shoo away the raven. The bartender laughed and laughed until his sides hurt. Infuriated the dwarf stumbled out the door. The raven stopped his chasing and flew over to the bartender. It landed on the bar table and cawed at him.
"Well my little friend, you have chased away my only customer. I should swat you with this towel, but I needed a good laugh tonight. With the orcs laying siege, everyone has been in such a terrible mood lately."
The raven cawed again.
"Here have this bit of steak, its not much, but I'm sure it is better then you are used too."
The raven ate the steak, cawed once more, and flew out the bar.
"Do you treat all your patrons that well or just the birds?"
The bartender turned to face the voice. It was young Erudite and on his shoulder was the raven.
"It depends on who the birds associate with."
The Erudite chuckled and sat down at the bar table.
"You don't see many erudites around these parts or many ravens either. So I guess you and your friend are doubly rare. You both must be lost"
"Not really, I am just wandering at the moment. But I have to meet the King of Felwithe in a few days."
The bartender whistled. "The King of Felwithe impressive. You must be one of Erudin's Holy Paladins then."
"Close..Templar"
The bartender whistled again. "I feel blessed that one of Elrossi's finest has graced my bar."
"Hmm."
"Can I get you a drink?"
"How about some of that Honey mead, I have heard that elven mead is the best in Norrath."
"You are quite right" he brought out a jug of mead and was about to pour a glass.
"That's ok, ill take the bottle"
"Really? It's strong and a bit pricey"
"That's ok" The erudite pulled out a small coin purse and removed 10 pieces of platinum.
"Ahh lets see. You're an Erudite Templar, who befriends ravens, who likes to drink, who is rich, who is going to meet the king. How much rarer can you be?"
"You never know." he picked up the jug and drank heartily from it. "My that is good."
"I stock the best"
"Why is it so quiet tonight? I thought Kelethin was supposed to be a busy city."
"The calm you can thank the Crushbone orcs for. They have laid siege a few miles from here. They have everyone from Kelethin to Kaladim at the front lines."
"Hmm, seems like I picked a good time to drop by then"
"I guess so"
The erudite took another drink and got up from the bar.
"Have a good night"
"You too"
The raven cawed.
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/Must you socialize with everyone!?!/
I need information, if I am going to accepted into Felwithe. This attack by the orcs will provide perfect cover for me.
/Yeah right. You just want to get drunk and chase elves/
And this is a bad thing?
/No./
Ok then. Besides your going to do a little spying for me.
/I here and obey master/
Wise ass.
/I wonder were I picked that up?/
Any way, fly over to the front lines and see if they are planning anything.
/and what are you going to be doing while I do all the work?/
Getting drunk and chasing elves. What else?
/Bah!/
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Blades crashed together and yells echoed throughout Crushbone territory.
"Fall back! Fall back to the line!!"
"No. We won't leave you Commander!"
"Do as I order! You must get the weapons back into safe hands!"
The commander parried more blows from the orc.
"GO!"
The two remaining elves reluctantly turned and ran for the cave. They heard blades clashing together then a cry of pain. Then silence.. They continued to run.
Meanwhile near the cave, upon the training hill. Raziel lay on the ground, completely hidden from view.
Are you sure they said tonight?
/Would you stop doubting me. They said they would try to rescue the dwarf smith tonight./
Alright Alright. I shall try to have more faith in you. You feather brain.
/HEY! This the form you gave me! You think I like being a stupid bird?/
You do realize, you can change shapes.
/....shut up/
Haha
/here they come/
Finally.
Blades crashed and then the sound of flesh ripping.
"Silva!"
"Arorua, Run! Please get to the line."
The mortally wounded elf turned to face the oncoming orc legonaires and slavers. She charged them, blade held high. "FOR TUNARE!!!"
Arorua dashed for the cave, which was only a small distance away. Then a centurion stepped out of the cave, its blade held at ready. She was trapped.
/Looks like she has her hands full....and thats not all thats full. hmmm I see why you like elves/
Hmm. I take it you are finding new benefits of your present form?
/having a birds-eye view is a wonderful thing./
Hmm. How is she faring?
/Ok. She is surrounded. 1 Legionnaire, and three..scratch that.. 2 slavers. She is quite strong. She has bested 4 out of 7 orcs. Rather impressive for a paladin. However, her stamina is fading quickly, she will fall soon/
I guess I have to wait for just the right moment, to come charging in. I will be a hero, and welcomed into Felwithe. And maybe she will be so happy as to give me a small reward. Which would be nice.
She blocked more blows, but her ebbing strength finally gave up and the legionnaire knocked her sword away.
Here it is. Time to go!
She was knocked to the ground. The legionnaire smiled and brought his sword down. She braced herself for the final blow. It never came.
"Are you just going to sit on your butt all day or are you going to get up?"
"Huh !?!" she looked up. An Erudite stood before her. The three orcs were dead.
"Who.."
He knelt down. Offering her his hand "Raziel. I was sent from Erudin to restart relations with Felwithe. and the little guy on my shoulder is my pet raven Reyas"
/PET!!!! PET MY A../
Shush!
She took his hand and stood up. "My people and myself owe you a deep debt. I only wish you could have showed a few minutes earlier."
"The past can not be changed. And wishing doesn't do anything. Only you can change the present."
"I guess so." She knelt over the body of Silva and said a quick prayer.
"Shall we head back to the line?"
"Yes. Lets go."
They began the long walk towards the front line.
"Want some Mead?"
"I've just met you and your already trying to get me drunk."
"Never hurts to try. "
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End Chapter 7
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If Only I Knew
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If only I had known.if only.... I should have known that, we could have never been at peace. A Grail Knight and a Hell Lord? In love? Heh. It seems so silly now. If only I had known what I would do to her, I would have never gone to Faydwer all those years ago. Why did I choose to go there? Why?
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"You have been hanging around me too much Meya. Were you just going to leave without saying goodbye?"
" Actually yes."
"I'm hurt"
"hehe. I have been around you too much."
Meya walked over to Raziel and he held her in his arms.
"So where has the almighty council decided to send you."
"Kunark. They believe that there are some relics that can taken from the Iksar."
"..Kunark. Such a long way for such a young Necromancer. And Paineel is going to be devoid of beauty for a long time, such a shame. "
"Stop..You're just making this harder"
"It is never supposed to be easy. I am going to miss you."
"If all goes well, I should be back in half a year or so. We can make up then."
"No we cant."
"Why?"
"Council orders, i am to perform reconnaissance on various hostile cities and to acquire as much knowledge possible on enemy spells, tatics and techniques. I have no idea how long I will be gone or even if I will even return at all."
"O Raziel...I wish we could have gotten a chance to.."
"You never know what may happen, we may yet. Besides, we have a little more then two hours before I have to leave.
"Only 2? Not nearly enough"
"We shall just have to make the most of it."
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The elevator rumbled up to the surface. Meya and Raziel exited, turned, and looked out over the Chasm that led to Old Paineel.
"Do you know where you are going to go Raziel?
"Faydwer"
"Any particular reason?"
"Not really"
"Ah-huh. Going to spy on the elven women?"
" You know me too well."
They kissed for the final time.
"Be safe Meya."
"You too Raziel"
Raziel looked up to the midnight sky and his body began to fade away. Just as his body completely faded out of sight, there was a bright flash. A raven appeared in the Raziel's place. It cawed and flew into the night.
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It was quiet in the Heartwood Tavern tonight. A rather unusual occurrence. The bartender calmly washed out some of the glasses. The only other person in the bar was a stoutly dwarf who was obviously had too much, he was staggering around, bumping into furniture, singing various drinking songs. The bartender would have tossed him out on his ear, but seeing how it is so quiet tonight, and he needed a good laugh.
Then a small raven flew in through the open window. It circled around and landed on the dwarf's head.
"Shooo! Shoooo! You seeeeellly bird!" The dwarf swatted at the raven. It hopped out of his reach and hovered over him. Occasionally dropping within reach to irritate the dwarf. The dwarf began to hop around the bar climbing on tables and chairs trying to shoo away the raven. The bartender laughed and laughed until his sides hurt. Infuriated the dwarf stumbled out the door. The raven stopped his chasing and flew over to the bartender. It landed on the bar table and cawed at him.
"Well my little friend, you have chased away my only customer. I should swat you with this towel, but I needed a good laugh tonight. With the orcs laying siege, everyone has been in such a terrible mood lately."
The raven cawed again.
"Here have this bit of steak, its not much, but I'm sure it is better then you are used too."
The raven ate the steak, cawed once more, and flew out the bar.
"Do you treat all your patrons that well or just the birds?"
The bartender turned to face the voice. It was young Erudite and on his shoulder was the raven.
"It depends on who the birds associate with."
The Erudite chuckled and sat down at the bar table.
"You don't see many erudites around these parts or many ravens either. So I guess you and your friend are doubly rare. You both must be lost"
"Not really, I am just wandering at the moment. But I have to meet the King of Felwithe in a few days."
The bartender whistled. "The King of Felwithe impressive. You must be one of Erudin's Holy Paladins then."
"Close..Templar"
The bartender whistled again. "I feel blessed that one of Elrossi's finest has graced my bar."
"Hmm."
"Can I get you a drink?"
"How about some of that Honey mead, I have heard that elven mead is the best in Norrath."
"You are quite right" he brought out a jug of mead and was about to pour a glass.
"That's ok, ill take the bottle"
"Really? It's strong and a bit pricey"
"That's ok" The erudite pulled out a small coin purse and removed 10 pieces of platinum.
"Ahh lets see. You're an Erudite Templar, who befriends ravens, who likes to drink, who is rich, who is going to meet the king. How much rarer can you be?"
"You never know." he picked up the jug and drank heartily from it. "My that is good."
"I stock the best"
"Why is it so quiet tonight? I thought Kelethin was supposed to be a busy city."
"The calm you can thank the Crushbone orcs for. They have laid siege a few miles from here. They have everyone from Kelethin to Kaladim at the front lines."
"Hmm, seems like I picked a good time to drop by then"
"I guess so"
The erudite took another drink and got up from the bar.
"Have a good night"
"You too"
The raven cawed.
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/Must you socialize with everyone!?!/
I need information, if I am going to accepted into Felwithe. This attack by the orcs will provide perfect cover for me.
/Yeah right. You just want to get drunk and chase elves/
And this is a bad thing?
/No./
Ok then. Besides your going to do a little spying for me.
/I here and obey master/
Wise ass.
/I wonder were I picked that up?/
Any way, fly over to the front lines and see if they are planning anything.
/and what are you going to be doing while I do all the work?/
Getting drunk and chasing elves. What else?
/Bah!/
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Blades crashed together and yells echoed throughout Crushbone territory.
"Fall back! Fall back to the line!!"
"No. We won't leave you Commander!"
"Do as I order! You must get the weapons back into safe hands!"
The commander parried more blows from the orc.
"GO!"
The two remaining elves reluctantly turned and ran for the cave. They heard blades clashing together then a cry of pain. Then silence.. They continued to run.
Meanwhile near the cave, upon the training hill. Raziel lay on the ground, completely hidden from view.
Are you sure they said tonight?
/Would you stop doubting me. They said they would try to rescue the dwarf smith tonight./
Alright Alright. I shall try to have more faith in you. You feather brain.
/HEY! This the form you gave me! You think I like being a stupid bird?/
You do realize, you can change shapes.
/....shut up/
Haha
/here they come/
Finally.
Blades crashed and then the sound of flesh ripping.
"Silva!"
"Arorua, Run! Please get to the line."
The mortally wounded elf turned to face the oncoming orc legonaires and slavers. She charged them, blade held high. "FOR TUNARE!!!"
Arorua dashed for the cave, which was only a small distance away. Then a centurion stepped out of the cave, its blade held at ready. She was trapped.
/Looks like she has her hands full....and thats not all thats full. hmmm I see why you like elves/
Hmm. I take it you are finding new benefits of your present form?
/having a birds-eye view is a wonderful thing./
Hmm. How is she faring?
/Ok. She is surrounded. 1 Legionnaire, and three..scratch that.. 2 slavers. She is quite strong. She has bested 4 out of 7 orcs. Rather impressive for a paladin. However, her stamina is fading quickly, she will fall soon/
I guess I have to wait for just the right moment, to come charging in. I will be a hero, and welcomed into Felwithe. And maybe she will be so happy as to give me a small reward. Which would be nice.
She blocked more blows, but her ebbing strength finally gave up and the legionnaire knocked her sword away.
Here it is. Time to go!
She was knocked to the ground. The legionnaire smiled and brought his sword down. She braced herself for the final blow. It never came.
"Are you just going to sit on your butt all day or are you going to get up?"
"Huh !?!" she looked up. An Erudite stood before her. The three orcs were dead.
"Who.."
He knelt down. Offering her his hand "Raziel. I was sent from Erudin to restart relations with Felwithe. and the little guy on my shoulder is my pet raven Reyas"
/PET!!!! PET MY A../
Shush!
She took his hand and stood up. "My people and myself owe you a deep debt. I only wish you could have showed a few minutes earlier."
"The past can not be changed. And wishing doesn't do anything. Only you can change the present."
"I guess so." She knelt over the body of Silva and said a quick prayer.
"Shall we head back to the line?"
"Yes. Lets go."
They began the long walk towards the front line.
"Want some Mead?"
"I've just met you and your already trying to get me drunk."
"Never hurts to try. "
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End Chapter 7
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