Disclaimer: Gosh I hate these.don't you? Well I don't own Wizards and all
the good D20 stuff. I also do not own this campaign. My good buddy Sam owns
most of the story line. And most of the Characters are those of my friend's
who were playing the campaign. Well enjoy.
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Prologue
"Stop drinking Sarevok, we don't want you drunk while we're at the king do you?" Dalinvor glares at him. Sarevok paid no heed to what the archer was telling him. With every passing second, Dalinvor's urge to whack him upside the head rises. Finally, Dalinvor had to drag Sarevok to his house because he was so drunk. "Stupid basterd.the elves are nice enough to let us live here, but you got to drink all their pub's empty too. I sometimes wonder why I even look out for you."
Sarevok and Dalinvor are the first (and probably last) human that are able to live in the land of the Avariales. This land is a high place, higher than the peaks of the highest mountains, for they live on a city in the clouds. The kingdom of the Avariale Elves. Long ago, (not that long) the two humans saved these elves from a huge catastrophe. All the elves were dying and needed a life source. The two heroes planted two huge magical white trees. The elves used these trees as their life force. O sure, there was dragons and demons involved. But we wont get into that, maybe a later time.
Sarevok lies on the bed, snoozing off while Dalinvor is busy getting ready to meet the king, for the king has something for these two humans. He went through his closet for the thousandth time and finally found something decent. Now was the hard part.getting Sarevok to wake up in time for the king WITHOUT a hangover. Dalinvor was so angry with him he would just kill him right there if they weren't friends. "You're going to mess this up for me Sarevok, if you do.I swear." He stomps out.
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Prologue
"Stop drinking Sarevok, we don't want you drunk while we're at the king do you?" Dalinvor glares at him. Sarevok paid no heed to what the archer was telling him. With every passing second, Dalinvor's urge to whack him upside the head rises. Finally, Dalinvor had to drag Sarevok to his house because he was so drunk. "Stupid basterd.the elves are nice enough to let us live here, but you got to drink all their pub's empty too. I sometimes wonder why I even look out for you."
Sarevok and Dalinvor are the first (and probably last) human that are able to live in the land of the Avariales. This land is a high place, higher than the peaks of the highest mountains, for they live on a city in the clouds. The kingdom of the Avariale Elves. Long ago, (not that long) the two humans saved these elves from a huge catastrophe. All the elves were dying and needed a life source. The two heroes planted two huge magical white trees. The elves used these trees as their life force. O sure, there was dragons and demons involved. But we wont get into that, maybe a later time.
Sarevok lies on the bed, snoozing off while Dalinvor is busy getting ready to meet the king, for the king has something for these two humans. He went through his closet for the thousandth time and finally found something decent. Now was the hard part.getting Sarevok to wake up in time for the king WITHOUT a hangover. Dalinvor was so angry with him he would just kill him right there if they weren't friends. "You're going to mess this up for me Sarevok, if you do.I swear." He stomps out.