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Chapter One

The two companions were walking along the path together high on the mountain trails of the Windmor Mountains. The strong sturdy paladin known as Brolik walking as point guard protecting his friend and master. Amiably walking along and enjoying the weather the two friends laughed and joked as they made their way on the winding pathway. Appearances however are not all they seem; both were keenly aware of their surroundings and the paladin was especially on the alert, being responsible for the cleric's safety. They had been traveling for the past few months after having helped a small village cleanse itself of a somewhat nasty plague. They reached a small clearing at the side of the path, and Tannes decided that it would be a good place to rest for the night. After setting up camp and starting a fire, Tannes asked Brolik if he would bring some water from the mountain creek they had passed a few minutes back, while he continued preparing the camp. Brolik hesitated, fighting between leaving his master in an open undefended space and following his orders. He looked around scouting out the area, and felt that something was amiss. However he realized that if anything were to happen the cleric would most assuredly be able to take care of himself with his magic, possibly also with his mace seeing as he was becoming much more proficient with it through his training with the paladin.

Yes, sire, I shall perform as you have requested.

And with that he walked off to collect some water. After having walked five minutes he found the creek, collected the water and was on his way back when he again sensed something was wrong, he quickly set his pail of water down and stepped off into the bushes. Mentally commanding his armor to tone down its bright light, an ability not available to him before his teachings in his magical powers over Light with Tannes. He stalked forward slowly, almost surprising himself when he came across a small huddled figure in the woods spying out on the cleric. He quickly cuffed the person on the head with a light tap of his hands rendering him unconscious. He quickly scanned the other trees and brush around the clearing noting the places of the hidden assassins. Pulling his spear from his back he threw it across the clearing into an archer perched above the cleric in a tree. The cleric seemed in not the least bit surprised, having sensed them long before. Meanwhile the paladin had brought his sword into play and charged off into the nearest assassin, knowing the cleric could deal with those that he wished.