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 PostPosted: Tue Nov 26, 2002 11:12 pm    Post subject: Tales of Ardania: Draconic Resurrections Reply with quote Back to top

Micarius crouched near the cliffs where the goblin lair was. smoke still rose in the night sky as the goblins repaired the fortress and scouted the lower terain. Night was right after all, the goblins wouldn't send a search party. Something wasn't right thoug, deep down he swore he felt an evil that made Krypta seem like a saint...
 
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 PostPosted: Wed Nov 27, 2002 1:16 am    Post subject: Tales of Ardania: Draconic Resurrections Reply with quote Back to top

Quiviril, seeing that the two men had left and not feeling threatened by a woman and a weaponless man, rolled himself up in a roll of blankets and went to sleep. Narwinia was occupied. Meradon seized the oppurtunity to do what it was his nature to do: hunt.
First, out of idle curiousity, he followed the trail of the other two. He noted the lingering traces of the Dryad, and smiled to himself. He came to the cave, staying in the shadow. Their were still Dryas about.
They murmured to each other in their own language. Though Meradon did not understand it, he knew from the tones that they were angry. Bad news for the others, then. This forest was obviously under their sway, and no Dryad takes kindly to trspassers.
He slipped away. Soon he picked up the scent of wolf, the strand wolf of Northern Ardania, so called because it frequented the seacoasts where the air was warmer. Going along, he fell in with them. Wary at first, they were startled to hear (and see, for animals use more then sounds to communicate) him speak their tongue.
"How does one of the two-legged ones know our speech?" asked the alpha.
"Through many years of sharing the hunting lands of your kind," replied Meradon. "I am not like the other two-legs. There is none like me anywhere."
The alpha sniffed. "So I can tell. There is strangeness about you."
Meradon dipped his hooded head. "I am the One Alone."
The wolf's eyes glowed in comprehension. "We have heard. The tundra wolves, they speak of you."
Meradon acknowledged this. Then he put his question. "Tell me, why do you wander here? Is this not the range of your cousins, the Vargs?"
"It is not," snarled the alpha. "It is our range. The Vargs trespass here with their two-legged allies. They are not welcome. This they know, yet they remain. It is the fault of the Goblins."
"What do you know of them? These two-legs to whom the Vargs have joined?"
"Little. They are cruel and savage, maltreating even their own. Much like the Vargs." The growl was filled with hatred; all wolves everywhere fear and hate the Vargs, for they are stronger and more intelligent. Also they despise them for their connection to the Goblins. "This you already know, One Alone. We cannot tell you more."
Meradon thanked the alpha. The wolves departed, glad to be left alone. Meradon, also glad, went about his business. He was tired of scouting, if such could be rightly termed so. He now meant to hunt food and not information.
Thus he travelled back to the valley. He flitted among the sparse vegetation, harrying the goblins. Soon their coomanders pulled them back to the fortress, fearing the unseen. Meradon, pleased, searched around until he found what he sought. He tore off the parts which he desired, and cleaned them. Satisfied, he stored them he the various pockets within his cloak. Then he returned, not to the campsite but near it. Carefully he pooled the dark brownish liquid together, and began boiling his prize down to tenderness.
 
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 PostPosted: Wed Nov 27, 2002 5:02 pm    Post subject: Tales of Ardania: Draconic Resurrections Reply with quote Back to top

Micarius stood at the edge of the cliff, sleep could not come to him, and the stentch of the goblins still hung in the air. He remebered his first encounter with goblins. It was near Krolms anvil, when he was an apprentice monk in the service to Dauros. It was nightfall when it happened, unearthly screeches and grunts came from within the woods below the mountain. His Master, a monk named Kovonar and him had finished their sparring for the day and was headed in for dinner. It was there the goblin stir first reached mankind. The goblin hoardes swarmed out of the woods heading for the temple. Already Paladins and monks were running out to see why the commune bell was being sound so late. The goblins waved there dark blades hacking and slashing those who were unprepared. Micarius summoned the protection of Daurous as he faced an armoured goblin weilding two massive swords. Sword met stone fists as the half-elf blocked every move, formulating a plan to beat the pattern. He thrsted his hand into the goblins chest, shattering the armor like paper. More goblins came after him as the goblin laid dead, only to meet the same fate. But Micarius made a mistake as a goblin overlord swung it's halberd upon him. the half-elf picked up a sword as he blocked the goblin general's attack. Thrusting the blade into the goblin's chest he realized his sin. Forbidden is a monk to weild a weapon except for his hands and feet. He felt unclean and was banished from the Temple as soon as the raid was done. Never again was he to enter a temple of Law.
Dauros never abandoned him though, he gave the banished monk the chance to serve as a warrior, to hunt down those who did injustice and serve evil. It was his calling and here in Tharlis the greatest of all Evils was being sensed.
 
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 PostPosted: Wed Nov 27, 2002 7:07 pm    Post subject: Tales of Ardania: Draconic Resurrections Reply with quote Back to top

Narwinia watched the sleeping Quiviril out of the corner of her eye. She was combing through the mare's mane, whsipering an old elven song as she picked out leaves and thorns. When the horse was again clean, she smiled and pet it's nose.
With a last glance at Vatheran to assure herself that he was still asleep, Narwinia moved off to search for her own supper.
She did not have to travel far to find edibal food - turnips grew quite freel in this area it seemed, along with a nice helping of thyme. There were scattered carrots and potatoes as well; a fine meal. Smiling contentedly, she stored the food in various pockets to be cooked later. She ventured a bit farther, curious as to their whereabouts.
A smell reached her nose, and Narwinia's stomache heaved as she smelt boiling flesh. Swallowing hard, she walked around trees, until she came upon Meradon. With one look at the meat cooking, her stomache turned, and she knelt down to retch, one hand on a nearby tree, the other alternating from the ground to her stomache. The smell would not leave her nostrils, and some of her gathered food spilled out as her stomache fought to empty itself of nutrients.
Disgusting, Narwinia thought
 
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 PostPosted: Wed Nov 27, 2002 8:55 pm    Post subject: Tales of Ardania: Draconic Resurrections Reply with quote Back to top

Meradon watched his pot. Finally he judged it finished. He drained off the viscous fluid, and carved the hunks of meat into smaller peices. He chewed slowly. When he had eaten all save some of the tougher peices, he stood. He tested the air. To his surprise, he detected Narwinia quite near. He shook his headed head, knowing her as he did.
He considered what to do. He must clean his pot, and his mouth. The flesh he had eaten had a bitterness in it which had been absent before. He decided against confronting Narwinia. It was best that the two avoid each other tonight.
Some minutes later, he returned to the main camp. He found Micarius standing near the edge of a small precipice, aparently lost in his thoughts.
"Hail, Lord Draconor," he called hoarsely. Raising his voice hurt; he rubbed his throat as the half-elf turned.
"What do you want?" he said, alert even though he had been up since morning and more than half of the night.
"I have collected information which you might find useful, my lord," said Meradon.
"Well?"
"The Goblins have made quite a thing out of their occupation here. They have renewed the ties between them and the Vargs. I would be more careful, if I were you. The Fallen have keener senses then the Goblins."
"The Fallen?" asked Draconor.
"I beg your pardon," said Meradon with a trace of sarcasm. "It is a term for the Vargs among the lupine races. Also, perhaps you know this but the Goblins are becoming different. Morevile, more fell. I do not know what this means."
"Hmmm." Micarius became abstracted.
"Does it have anything to do with your Shrine?" asked Meradon.
"It might. Is that all?"
"One more thing. The Dryads you came upon are not pleased at the invaders in their woods. Both you and the Goblins are their enemies, though I fancy you are in more danger." Meradon bowed and departed back to the shadows.
 
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 PostPosted: Fri Nov 29, 2002 7:37 pm    Post subject: Tales of Ardania: Draconic Resurrections Reply with quote Back to top

Draconor shuddered at the thought of his encounter with the Dryads, usually the Dryads would have left strangers alone unlsess they harmed tree, animal or tresspassed in their lairs. These Dryads had obviously attacked him and night and drew the warriors to their lair.
If night hadn't done what he did... NO! he would think on the past. The Now and why was the true problem. The goblins have rekindled old relations with their allies and the Vargs sighted from Meradon's account could mean anything. But Draconor was sure it was a full scale attack against New Tharlis, and if the vargs have allied with them then they must assume the Trolls and Minotaurs have joined in. And to remeber all the allies of an ally of the goblins could mean more troulbes, yet it was rare that a friend of an ally would join the same fight, yet he had to keep it all in mind.
 
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 PostPosted: Sat Nov 30, 2002 10:41 pm    Post subject: Tales of Ardania: Draconic Resurrections Reply with quote Back to top

After gathering a lot of wood Night set back for camp. The Roc dropped some mushrooms, turnips, carrots, tomatoes, potatoes, fish, cucumbers, salt and pepper. "I have decided what I want your permanent name to be," said Night. The bird whistled at him. "Everyone gets confused when I call you Trouble so I named you Naron." Naron then whistled and turned around so Night could have an easier trip back. Night grabbed the herbs and wood and climbed on his back. When they landed Night built a campfire and Naron sat patiently on a tree. After the campfire was burning was at a good heat he took a pan out of his pack and started to cook the fish. He let then let the fish cook. He then took some rope from his pack grabbed the rest of the wood and built a very strong looking shelter. He put some bracnhes and leaves over it so it couldn't be seen by goblins. Night then went back to cooking the fish.

He offered the fish to Meradon and Micarius. Micarius excepted but Meradon refused saying that he already ate. After a while he gave a fish to Micarius and five fish to Naron and then started eating his own. After They all finished he cooked the vegetables adding salt and pepper at random intervals. He grabbed a small log and whittled a plate an put some of the vegetables on the plate and set the plate near Narwinia's bag.
"Any news of the goblins," asked Night

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Narwinia looked at the food bleakly.
"Thanks," she said. She picked up the plate, even though her stomache refused to take even such nantural food. The smell of fish was in the air, but fish was not as bad as what Meradon had...Nar banished the thought. She'd just vomit again.
Sighing, she set the plate down and took a sip of water from the flask she'd brought with her. It eased the soreness of her scratchy throat.
Narwinia couldn't help but scowl at Meradon. What a foul way to eat...
Determindly, Nar reached for a roasted carrot, and bit off a piece. It was good; Night really knew how to cook. She smiled, and nodded to him.
Swallowing was quite a different matter, though. Somehow, she forced the vegetable down, washing her mouth out with the water. Narwinia sighed, and put down the food. It wouldn't do her any good to be sick again, and there would always be more food. Besides, she had a few extra apples in her bag left over from her journey to New Tharlis.
"I do not know anything about them. Perhaps Micarius does...?"
 
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Night looked at Micarius, who was busy eating a huge chunk of fish. He finished the bite and told him about the goblins allying with different the vargs.
"We should have to people or animals stand guard during the night if that's the case. Naron sleeps only if he wants to and that's rare so he will keep watch with whoever's turn it is. I think Micaius and I should keep watch for one hour and Meradon and Narwini-." Night was cut off by Narwinia who refused to be paired with Meradon.
"Ok, then Micarius and Narwinia will keep watch for one hour then me and Meradon. We can switch the order later."
 
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"All is well for now." Micarius nodded as he resumed his position over the cliffs. " We will rouse camp if we see trouble." Night nodded as he and his roc found a place to rest for the night. "Narwinia, you casn rest to if you wish, I doubt you could do more if you wished for it, besides I would like to talk with MEradon atleast for the night."
 
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Meradon watched the other two prepare themselves for sleep. He bowed his head, and thought, bitterly, that Narwinia's hatred for him could not run as deep as his own hatred for himself. Only . . . he tilted his head back, careful to keep the fabric of the hood between his flesh and the Moon. Above him winked a star, solitary. Agrela's latern, some called it; Fire of Life and Beacon of Hope to those in the wilds, two-footed or four.
He turned to Micarius. "Yes?" he whispered.
 
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The world of Ardania, though small, was a focus of great powers, which shaped it and molded it. Most prominent were the Gods; the seven feuding deities who never combined save when their collective reign was threatened. There were mortal sovereigns, who ruled their various kingdoms for a variety of motives. There were the monsters, who sometimes banded together to try to wrest control from Men, Dwarves and Elves. Particularly the Goblins, spurred on continually by the demi-god Grum-gog, Lord of Pestilence, who was jealous of his more favoured siblings just as the Goblins were envious of the other races. Then their were the magic-users, Wizard and Sorceror, who kept their own measure of the world, and bent events to their own ends, for good or ill.
Such was the Council that met tonight - this night when the Gods again prepared for war against the rebeliious Grum-gog. The Dark Council, it called itself. Composed of magicians who had turned their backs on the precepts of the Wizards, it was an alliance of some of the most evil and most powerful men in the North.
The Catacombs, where the Council met, were buried beneath the mid-eastern peaks of the Hellfire Mountains, on the marches of human knowledge. They were the relics of a forgotten city, deserted save for the chamber appropriated by the Council.
The Seven sat at a long table in the Council Room. At its head was Erijin the Outcast. He was one of the oldest fallen Wizards in Ardania; his memory stretched back to the days of Brashnard, and to the wars resulting from the ambition of his son. Cast out by both factions, Erijin fled north. Now he was High Councillor of this small but powerful group. He swathed himself in black fabric; only his bony hands were visible as they rested, one on the black table and the other on a tortured staff.
At his right was Rethroe the Seer. This man, possessing as he did the ability to cast his mind throughout Ardania and even sometimes into the misty halls of Time, served as the High Councillor's confidant and advisor. Little was known of the Seer. He hid behind robes of grey and a veil like mist.
Next to him sat Inyr the Shadeweaver. He called himself this because he specialized in depective magic. Illusions, protections from scrying, magicks which enhanced the powers of a lie, all came under his power. He was the only one there who wore bright clothes; his face appeared open and guileless. His magicks were currently in effect, though he did not show it: not even the gods could spy on this meeting.
Next to him, by the foot of the table, sat the Council's only female. She appeared to be a rogue Priestess, one of those who turns away from Krypta and pursues the necromantic arts for her own gain. She never supplied a name; the others simply refered to her as "Mother", which amused them all no end.
The three men seated across from these, on the Outcast's left, were very similar. For one, they all wore brown robes. They all had similar professions. Indeed, they were part of a larger, looser organization dedicated to what is considered one of the most foul of the Forbidden Arts. Their names were Ferdathrae, termed the the Tormentor; Plenigol the Summoner; and Morvallin Dardarife.
Their business was almost concluded. The Seer had advised them of the renewed strife between Goblin and Man, and the appearance of a prophet, though his background was clouded - probably by his patron god, whichever it was. They didn't really care, having little use for the gods, all of whom and banned their practices.
"And now," said the Outcast in conclusion, "you each know what to do?"
There were nods around the table. The Outcast turned his hood to Inyr. "Your mission is most important. The goblins' leader must be convinced we are willing to support them. You must be able to fool a god himself, for, as we have heard, Grum-gog may very well be involved."
"Leave my business to me," said the Shadeweaver sweetly. The hood of the Outcast nodded again. Just as he raised his hands to dismiss them, however, he was stopped.
"Hold, my lord," said the voice of the Seer. "There is something Morvallin has neglected to explain."
"Oh yes?" Erijin turned to regard that man, as did the others.
"I have left unsaid nothing important," said Morvallin coolly.
"You have failed to say why you have no assasins ready at hand." The Seer's voice was chilling. The grey veil moved slightly with hhis words. "And yet, those who make such things their business know you have created several. Why can you spare none for the Council's ends?"
"They are busy," replied Morvallin, stiffness entering his voice. Rethroe laughed softly.
"Ah, yes. I have seen it. One ran from you, long ago. He is one of those whom I have advised the Council to watch. The other whom you made to replace him is now following him. Is that not correct?"
"It is," said Morvallin grimly. He challenged his compatriots with a stare. "Dallian seeks him only because I feel it a private afair. I knew nothing of his importance when I set my protege on him!"
"Yet you learned of it here, and said nothing," intoned the Outcast.
"Should I have?" he asked. "I still see it as a private affair."
"But you know where this creation of yours is," said Plenigol disdainfully. Summoners have little use for teratogenitors, even though in some ways their arts are allied.
"Not quite," replied Morvallin.
"Let it rest," whispered the Mother. "Morvallin obviously wishes to maintain secrecy in his little feud. Let him. The pawns of the gods are little concern of ours."
They thought on this. It was true. It was in reality more significant to them that one of their number took an interest in this man than that the gods did. Rivalry was bitter in the Council. Partly because of that, though, they would heed the Mother's advice; they did not wish to appear too interested.
"Very well," said the Outcast. "We shall let it pass."
 
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 PostPosted: Wed Dec 04, 2002 10:03 am    Post subject: Tales of Ardania: Draconic Resurrections Reply with quote Back to top

Micarius stared out into the scene below him not uttering a word as Meradon waited, patiently waiting. Meradon only watched him, waiting, wanting, and eagerly ready to do... something. Micarius can feel it, he could always feel something, but this creature, this Meradon had two different airs about him. "You told me that vargs have joined in with the goblins? Yes."
"That is true, my Lord." Meradon smiled.
"You claimed it was wolves who told you this." Micarius looked back to him. "Do you know what you say?"
"Yes, my lord."
"I find this rather hard to believe and would have had to make two choices, either you were mad or going mad, or you were in league with the goblins."
"You would accuse me of allying myself with those fools, my lord."
"You claim your an elf, but look like a cross between a horse and shadowbeast, it doesn't look good for you already. Yet I had heard of things that was unexplainable to man. You claim to speak with wolves, I believe you, yet I wish to know more of whom you are, and how you can talk to these animals before I make any choices. I want to trust you, my friend. But evilstirs greatly, and I need to trust all I know. Narwina, seems trustworthy, Night is young with a good heart, but you? I sense both forces within you, a struggle if you will. A war between good and evil rages in you, but not like any other I have witnessed. So please, tell me who you are, and if it is a dark story, you can tell me why I must trust you, if you have a righteous path, You have no fear. Trust me Meradon, I keep secrets myself, and not many are good as well.
 
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 PostPosted: Wed Dec 04, 2002 9:29 pm    Post subject: Tales of Ardania: Draconic Resurrections Reply with quote Back to top

Meradon stood with his head bowed, his arms folded. "The question is not whether I trust you, but whether you trust me. I see you may suspect something of me. But . . . little yet is known of my kind here in the Northlands yet; it is more in the South . . ." Merdon regard the others. "Let us go away from them. They are Elves, or half-elves, and their hearing might be enough to arouse them. Besides," he added bitterly, "I would not wish to give them nightmares."
Micarius nodded. There was, after all, the Roc to watch the others. He let Meradon lead them some distance from their camp. "Now," he said, "tell me."
Meradon responded by throwing back his hood. The stars illuminated his corpse-like features; the Moon had set. "I can read your face plainly," he said, smiling bleakly. "It is fair if you can read mine." He bowed his head again. Emotions played over his delicate features: sorrow, fear, hatred, shame. Then he drew a deep breath.
"I told you my parents died, that the Wizards Morvallin adopted me. That is not quite true. Morvallin killed my parents when I was an infant, and kidnapped me."
"Why?" asked Micarius.
"He needed an Elf for his purposes. You see, Morvallin is a teratogenitor." Meradon saw that Micarius did not comprehend. "You have heard of Andramus, no doubt. The Wizard who made the minotaurs. He was a practitioner of teratogeny, as is Morvallin. I -" he drew his lips back, though whether in bitter smile or ashamed grimace was impossible to discern "- I am Morvallin's creation, just as the minotaurs are descended from those of Andramus."
Micarius blanched and quivered as though to draw back. But he didn't. He simply nodded. "Go on," he said coldly.
"He wanted an assasin, and Elves have the greatest racial capacity for stealth and skulduggery. I was not his first experiment, merely his most successful. Pity the ones before me. All through my infancy he worked on me, with magic and science." His face twisted in pain at the memory. "He wreaked my body's inner functions. But I was unnaturally quick, my senses had improved, my eyes were such that they could generate their own light. And I had these." He held up his clawed hands. "The perfect assasin. Sunlight would kill me; but one whose life is meant for shadow has little use for the light anyway." He gritted his teeth. "I was trained. He already had several experienced Rogues in his employ. I endured, learning everything they could teach me. I had too. Not only my physical nature was altered, you see. I had implanted in me the desire to hunt, to stalk. Killing came natural to me. But . . . Morvallin made a mistake. He gave me no reason to serve him. He cared not for me, save as a tool, and I hated him, what he stood for. I escaped. Since then, and that was roughly twenty years ago, I have lived in the wilderness. Thus my comprehension of animal tongues. My follow people -" his lip curled "- would have none of me. The Rogues taught me that, just as they taught me to address unchanged men and evles as 'Lord' or 'Lady'. I sought sanctuary among the animals, learning their ways and adapting them. Not totally, of course. I am not, as some would have it, an animal. Take wolves. They do not feel things things as we do. Love, hate and respect; that is their range of emotion. So it is for all creatures. I learned to speak with them, and with wild horses, birds of prey; anything I did not eat. And those who I did eat. You see," he said, his eyes gleaming, "I will eat those you term sentient. Not those I take to be on the side of good, but others. Especially Goblins."
"So you are a monster," said Micarius.
"Not quite," said Meradon, smiling. "Or what do you term a 'monster'? Those who do evil, or those whose culture is unlike your own? I will admit," he said, a smasm wracking his features "that what I do is not right. But I do not think it wrong, either. I do not blame you for not liking it, or me. But hear this! You asked why you should trust me. The answer is: I follow Agrela."
"You?" said Micarius, startled. "The Goddess of Life? A killer - a predator - such as yourself?"
"All lives are precious to her," replied the former Elf, "even the wolf's. Or the subject of teratogeny. Even when I despise myself, she does not. You understand? Death I neither like not fear; I have no love for Krypta for she has love for nothing. The other Gods, in their own ways, are concerned primarily with humans, not with Nature which has been my home."
"Fervus," said Micarius.
"Chaos incarnate?" Meradon laughed bitterly. "I know chaos too well to have love for its Face. Was it not chaos that made me what I am? The thing I would see destroyed above everything else? Save for Agrela. Now, she cares for everything. It is a black-hearted creature indeed that she will turn from. She has not turned from me."
 
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 PostPosted: Wed Dec 04, 2002 11:49 pm    Post subject: Tales of Ardania: Draconic Resurrections Reply with quote Back to top

Narwinia paced impatiently in the shelter while Night read a book.
"If it will get you to stop pacing do you want to talk about something like adventures or stories," asked Night. Narwinia looked impatiently at the door before sitting down to talk to Night.
"Alright, let's talk about our childhood if you really want the time to go by. But I'd rather talk in Elvish."
Night sighed. He'd rather talk about his their adventures but since he started it he had to finish it. He spoke in Elvish.
"I did not have much of a childhood because I was kidnapped when I was really young. I was playing out near my house when a stranger told me that my parents wanted him to take care of me. I was following him into the forest and he explained he was a rouge and he would need me to do a few simple tasks for him. I didn't want to do the tasks because I didn't know him. Five rouges then jumped up from behind us and one grabbed me. I struggled than bit his hand. He let go of me and than started running after me. I ran for five days doing my best to not be caught. That's how I got my speed."

"While resting, I found Naron as an egg. I was going to eat it but I felt something different about the egg." Narwinia made a face but let Night continue.
"I named Naron Trouble because I was in trouble when I found him. When he hatched he followed me around and we began to work together although we didn't uderstand each other's language. I taught him edible plants he could eat. I learned the plants from my mother who was a ranger. After awhile, I learned how to make a fire and cook fish and other meat as well as vegetables." Narwinia made another face.
"When I got older I learned how to work with wood and make a good shelter and cover it so it was hard to see. Naron learned how to fly by then as well so I spent some of the day whittling a saddle for him. I also found enough money to buy myself some good armor and a sword and a little extra. We also learned each other's languages. When I finished the saddle I put it on Naron and we flew to town. I bought some armor and a sword and using the extra money I enchanted the saddle so it couldn't fall off. As I looked for Naron I saw some one with glowing armor. I asked them about it and they told me it was enchanted. I used my last remaining coins for a book about enchanting so I could enchant my own armor and weapon with out having to leave town. The only thing that really came from all this is my knoledge of the land."
 
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