Alliyah Stormrider of Doom

    The carvitures of fallen brittle leaves,and flickering,withering remanances of the grande billowing Layzon slats of reminders that seasons were chaging layde scattered about the ground,as temperate changes foretold of winters approach.The cold was not a foresaken demise in which all of life had to become the harbinger of fear and hiding as was so for some time in the years following the evil rule of Queen Zattif,however even the supple fires scent and the extra told and true content to bring on warming garments that covered one from the viciuos cold,were sealed with a kiss;a reminder that the ways the folks of the realm Atheina lived were two-some better than the fearsome deluge that led their lives astray only a decade ago.What cold could not do to them now was even a triumph of the soul to some,for walking the pathways and forests at times when this plight of arctic weathers surfaced had been a horror of innocents slayde for the queens amusement and demands of fealty in tithes and winter-work that afforded only the rich and loyal to the heighness,any chance to make through the claims of ice and snow with no losses,or disease.

    Never even questioned,the killing sprees of heinous realm gaurds,and their premise of true colcades to the Queen aforded by lavishly over paid high gaurds and 'slavors'(those whom stole away with frail or young to sell to alternate lands for acts of peace deigned by the heighness),could easily rip apart a family who's name was belittled in the eyes of a dutchess or loyal knight.The screaming agony of these days of lore were alltogether made refined and true with the changing of seasons,such simpleton villagers thinking they could make about the soundless tamping of the snows that covered the all of living places,and their grounds.A truimph of evil's course,made sensationalized with the preening vision of dibulets of blood,scattered on the white calm surface,a trail of drenched suffuse,slayings liquid virtue an art into the wonder of winters

powdery gift to the earth.

    All hails and traces of goudy rile and the luster of partying village denizens,could feal the claim of the freed land when winter turned it's winds of freeze and petals of licking frost to the realm Atheina,and these days the reminder was seen mostly as a blessing lost in the disguise of what had layde claim in the past as a curse.Shallower even than the miscue of hope and revelation that all was better,and that soon maybe even within the next year a new ruler may take effectively the soveirgnty,and begin a brittle yet supported confidence for those amongst the weary and loyal,those who knew that every place within these magical,mystical lands needed a support from such sources;was the

content fealing laying unseen and maladroit with eyes of strength and desire to make life again a flurry of glory and power-the seekers-the warriors-the chosen defectors from shackles of rule in the past-the harbingers of war yet truth.These untamed lot of souls had the traces of greatness bestowed in them against the normal skiff and take of say a average knight or simpleton scorcerer,these mighty people were the trusted,loved and unted at the same time.

   Who could possibly be the sort to lash out and take hold of adventures disdain,fighting's challenges and honours,routes to fine sails of truth and revielle.Alliyah the stormrider of doom,was just one such woman,little known by the meager masses,and often unseen at public places,her eyes gravitated to a fire's cauldren with more desire for charisma and ammilioration than a thousand hearths at winters break.

The melloncholy difference between love and trust were like streaming creeks of ethereal presence when asked to perform,to free a slave or make true a war's final win.The sliffs of vigorous black hair,upon her statused nap,for tattoed was a sign of war upon her face cheek,were kept astrite with a silver hairpin,and the gleaning gold upon the scabbard from eleven smiths,struck out to all who beheld her.The finest of cevias swords of the lands,one of warlocks,of demi-gods,of saints was fasioned with a blade that could never be dulled untill thrown into the fires of the 'centre earth'.The gowns of lavish laces,yet tuffened sufferage to present a fine and great girl,layde crossed with velvets and strict leathur boots,hands fealing the worlds answers as if a 'divination'by their presence alone,so sweet to look upon,as though the feeding roots to the tree of life or Layzon magics.Though one fetch from a quickened act of dextereity,and one movement of Alliyah with weapon and cunning,and the simple loves of flesh upon beholding her image were soon the gashed scoures of a wraith of terrible power letting lose the thunderous appeal to mightier swordfighters than mortals knew,and the swifting vice of a sword worked femme of love yet told,reaching to slaye and vanquish unlike that which could be spoken of by those of one language alone.

    As night began to settle across the undarring village-city,the gatherers,workers,gaurds,and children flayed their days merits into the disarmament of

the well built housing.Metaled roofs brought across in sheets of might,against mortar with rafters holding structures aloft from the insides,scooned their way to adornments of vinery carving and miters that proclaimed a witness to a richer than average habitaul land.Atheina sold goods for many a traveller and harvested great fields of provides,these in turn held the people to chores and a sense of privelage about their place of living.Though winter could be a time of misfortune if it were a farming community alone,the metal smiths(elven of course,mostly),craftsmen(some with magical talents),and literaries triffled with their business in the warmth of firepit rooms,and with light wielding magical lanterns throughout the days.She was sullied about the respit of the home that had been given to her when peace had finally settled,the few visitors she had were the guard making sure she wasn't responsible for a corpse or two that turned up every once in awhile,-or a humbled smithy smaking the front door upon sight of being a 4 ft drat when she opened the door,usually a refined and unkempt answer to the question of a new weapon purchase.

    Creeping around the alley way and making to the main fareway,she swept to the entrance of the pub that scally wag ruffians or sorts closer to her heart found drinking and entertainment at.The response of being sighted for an escue character such as herself in the winters night was sometimes far worse than the occasional disscusions with the guard.No extra coat or timely scarf yet,she gladly met the appeal of the alivened fire placated main room,with wooden tables and benches running across the 100 ft space,and a bar,tricked with  thousands of mugs and bottles-lay across the back.The place rarely suffered a ravaging when a wartime brawl of disagreeing warriors took hold,as precious were some of the wares sported at the back,to be sure,and of course for the overlookers for the establishment;3 half-orc fighters,lost from a shunning of their kind when in the last march to retake the city found many of them helping in the task and their brute strength being a great help durring the rebuilding of,all that now was there in the city.

"hail Alliyah,such beauty and evil rarely visits at first winters snow fall!"-Kiazo the bartending half-orc called to her swiping a glass for wine as she entered and looking in mistruth about which bottle of the many of the accesable and liquid providing he should bring forth for this human friend.

"no,I don't want ole Le Fweest,or Chatue de Elthwintel Keep,make it an Atheina special and maybe we shall rant this evening afterall"-she playfully answered as most didn't pay attention,and sword at her side she set at a stool,and brushed a smudge free place for him to set the glass.

"ha ha ,sure as it does to see you scaffing me before the first words,…I'll still gladly offer the first on the house"-he answered as spining about to the front and taking his hand from his chin to pour the favor,a smile across the muggy,yet harsh and friendly look,and a smile from Alliyah as well.

"well that does it friend,I am set to leave this bizaare remanance of wars bane,and find place in the real world,soon when I find a proper ride-I'll be leaving…for good"she squaked to him motionless yet in a trail of words sent with ferver.

"so,…me think you can't be the keeper of two lives…if you must….you must…..aughghmghmph…"-Kiazo didn't respond with anger,yet a strange resolve was certainly visible to her,she knew him better than most.

"be it my interest to ask,what does it matter anyway…you won't miss me…will you"

"no of course,there's no reason to think that-I'm brave and an adventurer,I've faught dragons slayed trolls,-hell even broke my way out of a true-orc prison-"

"you don't look half-orc-"

"aauh well,that's true I'm not really but I put it in my charter as a citizen so I could get benefits if there were any"

"a bold move-I've slayne foes as well,and now I must again"

"good,I'll enjoy a fresh splattering of blood across the axe myself-"

"what axe-you can't have two lives either –isn't that what you just preached to me"she leaned in swirling the half filled glass and taking a bemirked and childish slipping sip.

"no-just you and me and uhh and elf-that'd be good,lot's of gold with elves their good luck"he answered making the mutual calling being approached in their subconciousnes's

the favour of lightness and availability.

"ah ha!so a true fighter you are,and my leaving has you stormed on and on that we can go together…I should never have told you about this last year"she knew that the words spoken at the time could be a terrible pinch,if a solo mission was made more clear when she did go.

"well no,I know you are a strong girl,I just want to …have a say in the world beyond,and with no resourcefull human girl with bright eyes fine sleek black hair and a twirling sword- none thus could be achieved"he troust and maligned the words and arm over arm quarter turned from her 'snout' to the air.

She was getting blissed,the final drink,of which three glasses had been made for,allowed her instinct in these matters to set her straight.Friends are what life's about,cold nights spent alone in her hut-well house but it was cold,and dilly daly festivals spent hunting down wild game for the villagers,lonely nights at this very pub,Kaizo trying to win an armwrestling match or dwarf tossing going on in the next room.This could be a best suited trip beyond with just such a fighter…beastman…orc.Hey but the pence to pound made sense,just a bit short on scorcery they'd be unless….she liked the idea afterall and Kaizo was miffed no answer yet,looking to her quickly and wondering about it.

"yes-let's see if there are some wizard elf with witty spells to match our prowess in the field of blading-great axe friend-you may join me tommorow at the town market,a plan has been issued-goodnight"she slurred a bit,and slaggered her way to the door,a few laughs semmed to sneer at the proud girl,and Kaizo wasted no thoughts on the greatness of being now a certainty of his,making a gleer at questionables-as if don't even try.