Chapter 2:
Through the Oasis of Marr he rode, dune after dune after dune of the same golden sand. Brwanin rode fast and furious, with the pain in his heart of have to be away from Aayre on their special day. It should have bin the happiest day, but now he was just plain depressed. After a short time he came over a quite large sand dune, and stopped at the stop. He was now in the North Desert of Ro. He let out a heavy sigh, then rode on. Passing beetles and spiderlings, and the occasional young adventurer killing them, his depression turned to anger. He let out a great yaulp of rage, and tore out his great bow from the back of his saddle. This bow was large, and silver. It had great curves and was engraved with Dark Elvin runes .He fitted an arrow, and let it loose at a little beetle that was in his path. This was an evil enchanted arrow, for as it flew with great speed to the helpless beetle, it was screeching a shrill, blood-curdling screech. It hit the poor beetle in the middle of its carapace, and fully penetrated through it, into the sand. The hole it made in the beetle was eerily large and discolored. It was about ten times the size of the actual arrow, and was glowing a dull, sickening green. Brwanin then just rode faster toward the tunnel that would lead him to the East Commonlands, a bit closer to home. When he came through the end of the tunnel, on the East Commons side, he pulled the reins and stopped. After killing the poor little beetle in cold blood, he decided to give his horse a rest; after all he didn't want him to die too. About know it was around 9'oclock. It was very dark. The only lights were the fairly bright light from the moon, and the torches from the Freeport Militia huts. A short distance away, he saw the occasional moving fire, torches from late night hunters, usually Dark Elves, or the long distance traveler. After letting his horse rest for about 10 minutes, Brwanin mounted it again, pulled on the reins, and was off. The ride through the East Commons was short, and boring. Having not bin out this direction in a while, Brwanin had to find a sign that pointed towards Nektulos Forest, the area right outside of Neriak, his home city. He found a sign on a path that said "Nektles Forest", a clear indication of how Humans butcher Elvin languages. He shrugged, and went in that direction. The trail entered a dark and gloomy forest. He followed the path at a gallop, but then shortly hastened his speed a little after a band of new adventurers started to chase after him asking what was he wearing, what weapons does he have, does he wave any spares, can you help us, the usual array of questions and reactions young adventurers have towards people of Brwanin's status. After he knew they were too tired to keep up, and to far behind, he slowed his pace back to a gallop again. When he finally thought it would be peaceful and quiet again, he heard some screaming from the left in the trees. A young Dark Elf girl came running out of the trees. She had a sword and shield, but threw those down and broke into a full sprint. Soon enough Brwanin saw why she was screaming, a huge orc, a legionnaire by the size of it, was running after her. Upon seeing this, Brwanin pulled out his bow once more, at let loose and arrow straight at the orc's leg. On impact, the arrow completely tore off the orc's right leg, and it flew face first into the ground. After hearing the screaming of the arrow, and now the moaning of the orc, the girl stopped running, and came running back to Brwanin. She threw herself on her hands and knees, "Thank you Sir, thank you so much, I owe you my life. How can I serve you?" she was facing the group the whole time, and began to cry. After hearing her voice, Brwanin recognized her as Aayre's little sister. Brwanin replied with a smile, "Well along with your life, you can pay me back that 5 plat you owe me to, which by the way is laying over there in shield form."
Through the Oasis of Marr he rode, dune after dune after dune of the same golden sand. Brwanin rode fast and furious, with the pain in his heart of have to be away from Aayre on their special day. It should have bin the happiest day, but now he was just plain depressed. After a short time he came over a quite large sand dune, and stopped at the stop. He was now in the North Desert of Ro. He let out a heavy sigh, then rode on. Passing beetles and spiderlings, and the occasional young adventurer killing them, his depression turned to anger. He let out a great yaulp of rage, and tore out his great bow from the back of his saddle. This bow was large, and silver. It had great curves and was engraved with Dark Elvin runes .He fitted an arrow, and let it loose at a little beetle that was in his path. This was an evil enchanted arrow, for as it flew with great speed to the helpless beetle, it was screeching a shrill, blood-curdling screech. It hit the poor beetle in the middle of its carapace, and fully penetrated through it, into the sand. The hole it made in the beetle was eerily large and discolored. It was about ten times the size of the actual arrow, and was glowing a dull, sickening green. Brwanin then just rode faster toward the tunnel that would lead him to the East Commonlands, a bit closer to home. When he came through the end of the tunnel, on the East Commons side, he pulled the reins and stopped. After killing the poor little beetle in cold blood, he decided to give his horse a rest; after all he didn't want him to die too. About know it was around 9'oclock. It was very dark. The only lights were the fairly bright light from the moon, and the torches from the Freeport Militia huts. A short distance away, he saw the occasional moving fire, torches from late night hunters, usually Dark Elves, or the long distance traveler. After letting his horse rest for about 10 minutes, Brwanin mounted it again, pulled on the reins, and was off. The ride through the East Commons was short, and boring. Having not bin out this direction in a while, Brwanin had to find a sign that pointed towards Nektulos Forest, the area right outside of Neriak, his home city. He found a sign on a path that said "Nektles Forest", a clear indication of how Humans butcher Elvin languages. He shrugged, and went in that direction. The trail entered a dark and gloomy forest. He followed the path at a gallop, but then shortly hastened his speed a little after a band of new adventurers started to chase after him asking what was he wearing, what weapons does he have, does he wave any spares, can you help us, the usual array of questions and reactions young adventurers have towards people of Brwanin's status. After he knew they were too tired to keep up, and to far behind, he slowed his pace back to a gallop again. When he finally thought it would be peaceful and quiet again, he heard some screaming from the left in the trees. A young Dark Elf girl came running out of the trees. She had a sword and shield, but threw those down and broke into a full sprint. Soon enough Brwanin saw why she was screaming, a huge orc, a legionnaire by the size of it, was running after her. Upon seeing this, Brwanin pulled out his bow once more, at let loose and arrow straight at the orc's leg. On impact, the arrow completely tore off the orc's right leg, and it flew face first into the ground. After hearing the screaming of the arrow, and now the moaning of the orc, the girl stopped running, and came running back to Brwanin. She threw herself on her hands and knees, "Thank you Sir, thank you so much, I owe you my life. How can I serve you?" she was facing the group the whole time, and began to cry. After hearing her voice, Brwanin recognized her as Aayre's little sister. Brwanin replied with a smile, "Well along with your life, you can pay me back that 5 plat you owe me to, which by the way is laying over there in shield form."