Chapter 1

Authors note: This takes place in the forgotten realms. There is another continent that has been discovered and that is where Stormlance/Havenbrook And other cities are from.

I had this chapter and the second finished a day after the admins decided to delete my other one : Dungeons and dragons, a new era.

I had a chapter done before, but my mom went through the computer and deleted everything. Then I got 2 new stories going, then we rebooted my computer. And now finally this one!! No thanks to the admins for removing my posting rights, but now I can post again, hope you guys like it!

I currently have 2 chapters done, but I want to go through the second and change a bunch of stuff.

I will be updating this chapter once in a while!

Az'Rhael Khalazza bathed in the shadows, a cloak covered his dark skin and a hood revealed little of his face. A clothe over his face showed nothing but his one blue, and one green eye. His pointy, black, ears stuck out the side of the clothe, and through two slits in his hood. He feigned sleep, but he was very much awake, for he had been watching for thieves. There had been many aboard the ship in which he sailed. He had already sent one man away not only disappointed but with a shattered wrist. His purse held many coin and many knew that, he had let them, but Az'Rhael had to watch himself, for he was a Drow elf, most hated among elves. Many had already learned of his race, but Az'Rhael wanted no more to know of it, there was too much risk involved. The ones, who did know of him, knew because the elf had let them. For fun? For something to do?

Az'Rhael was an assassin, a blade for hire. Though he hadn't really made a name for himself anywhere other than that of the northern parts of the Underdark. There he had been born and raised. A difficult past, full of shadows.

The ones he had let learn about his race were all elves. For the simple reason, he hated elves. Everyone of them, well, for the exception of Drow elves. He hated every other race, but elves were among the most hated. He did not hate them out of fear, rather a fetish he had come across long, long ago. Four elves found out about him, and all, but one, for all he knew, was dead. Two were mages, two simple rangers. He had tossed one of the rangers out the side of the boat, and made him swim the rest of the way. Whether he made it or not, Az'Rhael did not know. But he thought strongly that the pitiful ranger had been lost in the wicked waters wrath.

The ship he traveled on was large. It held many wizards, merchants, adventurers, and even many important guildsmen from across the continent. The ship was going to the great Elvin city of Stormlance. There was an important guild meeting happening, and many were invited. But that was not the reason the Drow elf went to the Elvin city, he went for a trade. The assassin was going to trade a dagger he got off a job he had done a while back for a set of swords, both with there own magical properties, but both unique and different. The problem was, he was trading the dagger for only one of the swords, the other was held by a very powerful and well known battle-mage. An elf, no doubt.

The Drow would bargain with the man, but if that failed, he would have to use force, no doubt using the sword he got first. The one he intended to get first. Even without the fine sword, Az'Rhael would be able to hold his own quite well. He had specialized in slaying wizards. He carried items that allowed him to fend off magical attacks and one that would rid almost any wizard of magical enchantments. They had helped him more then once in his life.

Az'Rhael noted the sun beginning to go down, and stood up, heading towards the little pub that was a floor below to take some time to gather his belongings, maybe grab a drink.

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Hitornish Lakegleam looked up towards the large ship sailing over head. "Get the men, we will attack before they even get sight of land."

His lieutenant nodded his head, obviously not wanting to do the task at hand. "Do you know anything about the ship?"

"I know that there is many fine warriors, nothing we can't handle, but many riches are aboard, I assure you." He promised. Then finished with a wave of his hand, motioning the sea elf lieutenant to go get the other raiders.

His lieutenant nodded his head again, and then swam off lazily. Hitornish Lakegleam had already drawn his magical scimitar, and began thinking of the treasures all the guild-masters possessed. Sea elves were usually more controlled then this, very rarely would you find pirates among them.

Hitornish's thoughts were interrupted when another of his lieutenants began explaining the dangers of the ship. "The scouts have reported many mages aboard the ship, should we take them within the hour?"

Lakegleam sighed, then looked hard at the lieutenant. "Aronilp, why do you worry? We have you, and your men," He turned back towards the ship. "and if we capture Cilonaal Dunespell, Asodir will reward us greatly!" He smiled evilly.

"Cilonaal Dunespell?" Aronilp echoed. "The mage from the Griffin's pass?"

"Aye." He nodded. "With you and your men, we should have no problems."

Aronilp Watermagi doubted that. He was a mage, no doubt, but stood no chance against one of such power. "Your right," he lied. "Ill get my men, then meet you back here!" He explained, then swam off in the opposite direction.

The sea elf captain returned his scimitar to its sheath and then waited for his men to return to him. There he would capture the Elvin mage and return him to his master, Asodir, the demon king of the water.

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The assassin had gotten his stuff ready, and already made his way back to the main dock. He bathed in the moons light, dark skin revealed to all in front of him. He was glad the searing suns light had finally gone down, the sun tended to burn his eyes, and even weaken him to a small extent. They would arrive at the Elvin city by mid-day tomorrow.

"Excuse me?" Came a voice from behind. "Would ye' be interested in purchasing me rings, swords, or daggers. I've got it all, I do."

Az'Rhael turned to face the man, face hidden again. "I'm not interested" he said plainly then walked to the edge of the boat and stared into the waters blue depth.

"I don't think ye' heard me right." The man said, then grabbed Az'Rhael by the arm and spun him in front of him, releasing a dagger from his sheath and bringing it to the Drow's neck. "Id like your coin, yes, all of it."

Az'Rhael stared at the man hard. Noticing that the thief now had his back towards the edge of the boat. "I don't have any."

"Aye, don't ye' be lying to me. I seen your wad o' gold down at the pub earlier. Now hand it over or ill take it by force, I will." He threatened, moving his dagger closer.

"Not many choices." The assassin chuckled, then removed his hood, showing his Drowish heritage.

"Ye' be a damned dark elf, ye' are!" The man stuttered. "I'm going to have to cut ye' heart out, elf! Now quickly hand over tha' gold so I don't have to dig through ye' blood to." But that was all he spoke. For he coughed twice, then fell over board. Az'Rhael Khalazza started forward to investigate, but was surprised when the drunken thief was replaced by a sea elf.

"A sea elf?" He stuttered. The assassin didn't know what to think, he had never confronted a water elf before.

The sea elf didn't even talk, he thrust his trident forward, but hit nothing but air. The assassin was already in motion, grabbed his long- sword and bringing it out of its sheath, then his dagger, all in the time it took the water elf to thrust once. The elf looked back at the assassin and smiled, thrusting forward again, but Az'Rhael knocked it aside with his sword and thrust forward with his dagger. A miss, but he was ready for that, he spun around, and knocked the elf's trident out wide again, then thrust his dagger into the side of the water elf. His dagger cut deep, forcing the elf to grab his side in pain. That gave the assassin enough time to swing his sword around, splitting the intruders throat wide open, and dropping him dead.

Az'Rhael spun around to see the whole boat erupting into battle, dwarfs running out of the pub, axes in hand, ready for battle, mages casting spells. Az'Rhael grabbed returned his dagger to its sheath and grabbed another long-sword out of its sheath.

He rushed ahead both swords out straight, running straight into the middle of three sea elves. Az'Rhael parried their attacks easily. One used a sword, and the other two used daggers. Az'Rhael's fighting style was far more efficient then there own. He used the well known style called Draa Velve. The study of using two swords. It required perfect balance with both hands, Az'Rhael had nearly mastered it. The three sea elves seemed to think he had. Az'Rhael spun in circles parrying every attack with ease. He soon found himself board and kicked the elf with the sword in the chest, knocking him back and onto his back. Before he could get up to help his friends, Az'Rhael Khalazza dropped into a crouch and thrust both swords outward, cutting deep into the stomachs of the two carrying daggers. The attacks weren't deep enough for a kill but kept the elves on there backs clutching there stomachs. Az'Rhael hopped up and cut open the throats of the two on the ground.

He turned around, raising his twin-blades in an X formation, stopping the remaining elves slash. Az'Rhael dropped one of his swords and crouched down, still holding his opponents sword up, he grabbed his dagger and stabbed it into the elves heart.

* * * * *

Aronilp Watermagi hopped aboard the ship with all his companions and immediately began casting spells. He cast first, the defensive stone skin spell. Then began throwing magic missiles at everyman that was not a sea elf. He motioned for him and Hitornish Lakegleam to go deeper into the ship to find the Elven high mage, Cilonaal Dunespell. Slaughtering many in there way they slowly made there way down to the basement, but were headed off by two dwarves, one male and one female.

The male had an enormous axe, so big it confused Aronilp how the short power house handled it so well. He soon found out. The dwarf swung his axe with such strength he thought it would dispel his stone skin. It didn't but it left him dazed, and his superior, Hitornish Lakegleam, had to fend off against the pair of dwarves.

The female stood back, shooting her crossbow with incredible accuracy. Aronilp got up as quickly as he could and cast stone skin on Hitornish. Finally reinforcements arrived for both sides, and an incredible battle began.

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Az'Rhael noted all the sea elves running below the deck. Az'Rhael followed, while still parrying many attacks by water elves. What were they looking for down below? Az'Rhael had to get down there quick, he knew for sure he wouldn't survive the swim back to land if they sunk the ship.

Az'Rhael ran by a lot of wounded people, mostly humans, some dead, but many just unconscious or grasping desperately to there fatal wounds. The dark elf followed the sea elves below to find quite the battle going on.

Az'Rhael thrust his sword forward into the back of an unsuspecting sea elf. He drew the attention of another but made quick work out of him, the assassin swung his sword, not even expecting a hit, he slit the elves throat. Az'Rhael knew the battle could prove fatal so he backed off. He put his swords to there sheaths and immediately cast globe of darkness over the unaware crowd. Az'Rhael grabbed his swords and immediately went to work.

He ran to the right side of the scrambling pack and dove in, scoring a hit, right through the back of a sea elf. Az'Rhael couldn't believe how weak these sea elves were proving themselves to be! But he did not hesitate for there were 4 new elves that rushed in and one of them nearly took off Az'Rhael's head.

Az'Rhael ducked the swing of the sword easily, then, looking up, thrust both swords, but hit nothing but air, the sea elf dove out of the globe and drew Az'Rhael out with him. Az'Rhael began parrying his sword easily, hopping right, then left, then thrusting, and a parry. The assassin faked left, then swung in with his right. But the water elf parried, the drow had expected him to. Az'Rhael drop low into a roll that put him to the left of the elf where he thrust forward forcing the elves sword to parry or suffer a fatal blow to the ribs. The elf parried, but the assassin swung his other sword hard, knocking the water elves sword out of his hand. The invaders eyes widened as Az'Rhael threw him a smirk and booted him in the chest, dropping him hard to the ground. The sea elf didn't even have time to grab his chest, for the drow had already dropped a dagger through his heart.

* * * * *

Lakegleam found his way out of the darkness and grabbed Hitornish with him. They rushed down the hall, searching every room. Until they found him, all snug in his room, the elven archmage just smiled. "I was awaiting your arrival! I sensed you breach the ship."

"We've come for you, Cilonaal Dunespell. Surrender to us now, and we will not harm you!"

"Be gone, or I will destroy you both!"

Hitornish Lakegleam lake gleam laughed, then motioned for Aronilp Watermagi to begin casting his spells. And that is what he did.

Hitornish rushed forward and thrust his blade out, but it stopped and bounced back. Lakegleam was well aware that would happen. The archmage had summoned his stone skin enchantment, but it wouldn't be able to hold for long.

Aronilp, deep into his casting, gave him and his partner a couple of defensive enchantments, then, bringing out his wand, summoned a dimensional portal. "All is set, friend, it is time!"

"Excellent!" Hitornish smiled, but his smile soon faded as the archmage cast a fireball that incinerated his defensive magics. The sea elves eyes widened again as the archmage's arms brought forth a shining silver dagger and jabbed it under his ribs. But to his surprise, nothing happened. He spun his head around to find his partner with a wide smirk across his face. He had brought back his defensive enchantments.

Aronilps blue skin seemed to glow just then, for he rose his hands, and began casting another spell. He trusted that his partner would keep the archmage busy long enough for him to finish, and he did. Aronilp let loose an explosive fireball that sent the archmage stumbling back through the portal. As quickly as the mage fell through, Aronilp closed the portal, then stood up, dusting himself off. "Our work here is done, let us leave." He said to Hitornish, then turned around to find a dark elf sitting in the door way.

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Az'Rhael stared at the two sea elves. There blue skin, the way there armor was made from enchanted shells of powerful sea creatures. Az'Rhael wasn't scared of them, he knew that the previous fireball had worn off all of there enchantments. But still, he didn't move, didn't look away, didn't even go for his weapons.

"What do you want, drow." Spat Hitornish. "Get out of our way, now!"

Still the assassin didn't move, instead, just stared hard at the two. "What are you two doing here?" He spoke in the drow tongue, just realizing they can't understand him.

Hitornish motioned for Aronilp to cast a spell so they could understand the drow, and he did. "Get out of the way, drow!"

"What are you two doing here?" he said again, this time the two sea elves heard him as if he was speaking there tongue.

"You do not need to know." Hitornish said, then drew his sword and jumped forward.

The assassin hopped back, out of harms way and out of the way of the slashing sword. Az'Rhael drew his fine dagger he wished to trade when he got to Stormlance, and one of his longswords. He wasted no time in jumping forward, his longsword in his right hand parried every blow while his dagger went to furious work. His opponent was quick, but not quick enough, he was going for the killing blow, but rolled clear out of the way as a lightning bolt skidded past his chest. Az'Rhael cursed his luck. He had forgotten all his magical equipment at home. The only real item he had, now, was the dagger.

Aronilp Watermagi, already casting another spell, let his partner keep the dark elf busy. Hitornish was convinced that he would win, especially with the aid of his strongest lieutenant.

Hitornish slashed left and right, never stopping, his opponent showed fear in his looks. The water elf put his magical sword to use, slashing straight down, then hopping back, letting his mage/lieutenant throw another lightning bolt at the drow.

But again Az'Rhael dodged, getting tired, he thrust forward with his sword, then dropped back and through his dagger at the mage, scoring a hit in his shoulder. But that was all the time he needed. He dropped into a roll, moving under Hitornish's sword and beside him, he brought his sword up and cut a deep gash in his calf. Then he rolled back, watching the mage bring out a wand.

Aronilp spoke a few words and a portal opened. Then he and Hitornish were gone, along with Az'Rhaels dagger.