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Chapter 1:
One evening, on the beautiful beaches of the Oasis of Marr, two Dark Elves sat together on a small dock. They sat facing the water, staring off at the sunset, together. " I wish it would always be like this." Said Aayre, a most beautiful female elf; she looked the equivalent of 25 Human years. She wore a bone white robe, which suited her well, seeing she was a Necromancer. The other Dark Elf responded, "As soon as my service for the Indigo Brotherhood is over, we can build I nice little house out here, away from the commotions of Neriak. Only 2 more months." He was Brwanin, a well- built warrior, of about the same age as Aayre. He only wore some Gnome Skin pantaloons and tunic, which would be the blackest fabric you'd ever see. They sat there, his arm around her, her arm around him; you wouldn't see a more content pair out there. They had bin out on that dock almost all day, it was their 2-year anniversary as a couple, and Brwanin had planned this picnic for Aayre. They sat for a while, when they both heard a dull thumping. Both turning around, they saw someone riding towards them, another Dark Elf, covered in black steel armor, mounted on a silver white horse, not what you would think from a Necromancer. Aayre and Brwanin stood up, awaiting the rider. The horseman came up fast and pulled the reins hard. The rider turned her head to Aayre, and pulled a folded paper out of her saddlebag, then handed it to Aayre. " I am Daxi Romania, I'm form the Necromancer guild, and this is a letter from our leader." She took off her helmet and bowed her head. Amazingly, she had the whitest hair, which completely contrasted with her armor. She put her helm back on, and jerked the reins of her horse, and shot off in the direction she came from. Aayre looked at Brwanin, then opened up the letter. She paused for a minute to read it, then folded it back up and tucked it under her robe's sash. " It's a summons, then need me immediately. I'm really sorry I have to leave, it's an emergency." "And to think." said Brwanin, "I believed it when you said you loved me." " Oh SHUT UP!" Aayre threw her arms around him, " Of course I love you, but my guild has never done this before, sent me a letter I mean, it must be very important." "You also told me I was the most important thing to you." " You know you are, its just, well I'm not supposed to tell you." "Its ok, just don't be long ok? Ill see you back home, ok?" " Well, I can't. I'm supposed to go to Overthere. I have to go now, I love you so much, I'll be back in a couple days, ok? I'm pretty sure they just want some sort of update about the dumb Frogloks." With this, Aayre began to cast a spell, she was engulfed by a mass of pale blue bubbles, they vanished, and so did Aayre. " I love you too" Brwanin whispered as he hung his head down. He turned, and packed up all the food and things, and re-packed them into the saddlebags on his horse. This horse was the black beauty of black beauties. Its coat was so smooth and glossy, it almost looked metallic. He slowly mounted, clearly depressed, and rode off towards Neriak.
Chapter 1:
One evening, on the beautiful beaches of the Oasis of Marr, two Dark Elves sat together on a small dock. They sat facing the water, staring off at the sunset, together. " I wish it would always be like this." Said Aayre, a most beautiful female elf; she looked the equivalent of 25 Human years. She wore a bone white robe, which suited her well, seeing she was a Necromancer. The other Dark Elf responded, "As soon as my service for the Indigo Brotherhood is over, we can build I nice little house out here, away from the commotions of Neriak. Only 2 more months." He was Brwanin, a well- built warrior, of about the same age as Aayre. He only wore some Gnome Skin pantaloons and tunic, which would be the blackest fabric you'd ever see. They sat there, his arm around her, her arm around him; you wouldn't see a more content pair out there. They had bin out on that dock almost all day, it was their 2-year anniversary as a couple, and Brwanin had planned this picnic for Aayre. They sat for a while, when they both heard a dull thumping. Both turning around, they saw someone riding towards them, another Dark Elf, covered in black steel armor, mounted on a silver white horse, not what you would think from a Necromancer. Aayre and Brwanin stood up, awaiting the rider. The horseman came up fast and pulled the reins hard. The rider turned her head to Aayre, and pulled a folded paper out of her saddlebag, then handed it to Aayre. " I am Daxi Romania, I'm form the Necromancer guild, and this is a letter from our leader." She took off her helmet and bowed her head. Amazingly, she had the whitest hair, which completely contrasted with her armor. She put her helm back on, and jerked the reins of her horse, and shot off in the direction she came from. Aayre looked at Brwanin, then opened up the letter. She paused for a minute to read it, then folded it back up and tucked it under her robe's sash. " It's a summons, then need me immediately. I'm really sorry I have to leave, it's an emergency." "And to think." said Brwanin, "I believed it when you said you loved me." " Oh SHUT UP!" Aayre threw her arms around him, " Of course I love you, but my guild has never done this before, sent me a letter I mean, it must be very important." "You also told me I was the most important thing to you." " You know you are, its just, well I'm not supposed to tell you." "Its ok, just don't be long ok? Ill see you back home, ok?" " Well, I can't. I'm supposed to go to Overthere. I have to go now, I love you so much, I'll be back in a couple days, ok? I'm pretty sure they just want some sort of update about the dumb Frogloks." With this, Aayre began to cast a spell, she was engulfed by a mass of pale blue bubbles, they vanished, and so did Aayre. " I love you too" Brwanin whispered as he hung his head down. He turned, and packed up all the food and things, and re-packed them into the saddlebags on his horse. This horse was the black beauty of black beauties. Its coat was so smooth and glossy, it almost looked metallic. He slowly mounted, clearly depressed, and rode off towards Neriak.