The Young Elf
Posted 21 September 2005 - 04:25 AM
He was like, like an ugly duckling, or the cuckoo in the nest, except that everyone knew what he was. Born into a barding family, he couldn't raise a note. The dog started howling every time he practiced, and the neighbours, too polite to say anything, always contrived to be far away whenever his lessons were due. The rustle of an animal in the forest disturbed his reverie. A raccoon was making its way through the undergrowth.
Posted 24 September 2005 - 05:05 PM
Posted 25 September 2005 - 04:46 AM
'This cannot be,' he wailed. 'It simply cannot be! I need to show this to someone, immediately!'
He hurriedly gathered his papers and stuffed them into a satchel, grabbed his scruffy brown overcoat from the back of his chair and darted out through the door and into the night.
Posted 25 September 2005 - 08:15 AM
O I hae gone to my daddy's knee
where noone eer goes but me
He looks at me
And tells me tales
The song was brought to a sudden halt by collision with a fast moving object. Her head was telling her that it hurt, and that there were two men, in ratty-looking coats, sitting on the path in front of her. Paper was strewn everywhere. "Clumsy child!," the men began scolding her. She drew up her dignity, which necessitated getting her butt off the ground. Raising herself up, she addressed them. As she concentrated, the two men glaring at her gradually resolved themselves into one person. She felt a little light headed, and her knee hurt. "Twas you, sir," she said, "who were the careless one. I am quite young and agile, as it may be seen, whereas you are old, and patently not. Take care whom you address, for I shall one day be a mighty warrior." The man snorted. Unused to speaking to adults in such a manner, or perhaps as an aftereffect of the fall, she felt a little giddy. It began to rain lightly, upon which the man panicked, and began to shuffle his notes together. She looked at them curiously, and he glared at her again. "Be off child!," he said, "and watch where you tread in future." She stood her ground.
Posted 25 September 2005 - 08:59 AM
'For heaven's sake girl, away with you. Can you not see I have urgent matters to attend to?'. The girl was steadfast. 'Very well, if you refuse to leave me to my business, at least have the courtesy to assist me in rescuing my work. If these notes are destroyed there may well be grave ramifications for all, and not even the most indomitable of warriors will be able to protect us then.'
Sceptically, the girl stooped to pick up a dog-eared scroll, and stood transfixed as she tried to take in it's contents. The page was covered front and back with mathematical equations, charts and diagrams. The writing was so small that she had no hope of reading it, even if she had understood what it meant. She glanced at the man scrabbling in the mud, then at the scroll, then once more at the man.
'You'd think someone with eyesight keen enough to read this would pay more heed to what's in front of them' she remarked.
'Wha...oh for the love of...give me that!' scowled Amadi, snatching the paper from her. 'Thank you for your assistance, miss' he sneered, as he stuffed the last of the notes back into his bag.
With that parting shot he fled once more down the forest path.
Posted 25 September 2005 - 05:09 PM
The troll sat under the bridge, picking his teeth with a bone. It was what trolls did. Born of rock, and raised of solid stone, still, he had a human heart, he told himself. Maybe he wouldn't eat anyone today. He heard a singing in the distance, coming closer.
O I will sit on ma daddy's knee
Where noone ere goes but me
He tells me tales of yesteryear
Mine and mine alone
The troll felt sad, very sad. When trolls made music, they beat rocks together, or sometimes heads. Heads on rocks worked too. He had a special collection of rocks, just for this purpose. The other trolls thought he was a little odd, but they liked rocks too, and they would sit and listen when he beat his rocks, and nod in their slow, trollish way.
The girl's song in his head, he went and beat a few together, oblivious as his dinner passed overhead.
Posted 25 September 2005 - 05:48 PM
'must be a bloody carnival in town or something.' he muttered as he chased after one of his documents caught by a sudden gust of wind. 'Why do these things always happen to me? You girl, careful with those!' he called. At least his second assailant was trying to remedy the situation she had caused. 'These papers are extremely important, and if I don't get them to...'. He stopped. No time to explain, and no reason either. 'Never mind. Help me get these together, for I must be on my way!'
Posted 25 September 2005 - 06:49 PM
Posted 01 October 2005 - 07:31 AM
Like any otherwise intelligent girl would do, she followed.
Posted 01 October 2005 - 07:39 AM
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Posted 01 October 2005 - 07:35 PM
After about another half-hour of running and muttering, he reached a small clearing. 'Finally!' he said to himself with some relief, slowing to a walk and then stopping completely in the centre of the glade. 'Now, lets see if I can remember how to do this...' He plucked a blade of grass from the ground and carefully positioned it between his two thumbs, then raised it to his lips and blew. The sound produced was not unlike a dying goose. Was that how it goes? So many years had passed since Aethyr had shown him the call. He tried again...nothing. 'Damn it, what am I doing wrong?' he cursed as he threw the grass down in frustration. 'Ok, lets try again from the beginning. One, choose a blade of grass - not too long, not to short.' He chose one. 'Two, place it between your thumbs like so...No, that's not it! Two blades, one long, one short! Stupid old fool!' This time the sound was quite different
Posted 03 October 2005 - 02:27 PM
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Posted 08 October 2005 - 07:32 PM
Silently, invisibly, he started to follow the young half-elf. Not too close, mind you. As the most unknown of all rangers - probably the highest accolade a member of his profession could attain - he could be certain of remaining undetected by most creatures, but half-elves have almost supernatural night vision, and those ears could hear a pin drop from a thousand paces.
The plan was simple - follow, watch and determine her motives. If her intentions proved to be pure, perhaps there would be opportunity to guide her (without her knowledge, of course) to her destination. If they weren't so benign; well, he'd deal with that too.
Posted 09 October 2005 - 07:30 AM
Posted 09 October 2005 - 02:31 PM
Although her feet ached in protest to the long walk she was not sleepy. Elleith sat on a fallen tree and fumbled with her backpack taking out a loaf of bread with cheese, those small bits of food she took from home. She munched down happily the modest breakfast meanwhile almost humming a tune. The adventure, as she came to think of it had started not too badly. The water was still fresh and cold. Elleith took two satisfied sips when strange noise startled her, she almost choked and hurried to close the lid of the water skin before looking around. The loud growling to the left had her jump on her feet before a wilder beast charged at her through the bushes.
Posted 10 October 2005 - 06:37 AM
Cursing the fact that his feet had the tendency of finding bumps and sinkholes, Mark pressed on into the forest. He was not confortable stumbling through the forest in the middle of the night, but if he was to find any treasure, he had to follow the instructions to the letter.
"Stupid pirates. Couldn't one just bury his stash in a nice warm place during the day? I'm sick of treasures being buried in damp forest, when the sky's purple and when the moons have to be in so-and-so conjunction. It's not like they hide anything useful anyway."
Mark was a freelance adventurer, often guarding caravans or stealing from them, finding treasure or "finding" treasure, as well as tracking the occasional missing person. Right now he was on a "special" assignment from a certain local baron, who wanted the legendary treasure of "Green Beard" Scotty, a notorious pirate who terorised the entire western coastline several hunderd years ago. Rumor had it of a large burried pirate's stash. Mark didn't give any credit to it. After all, whoever heard of pirates burying their loot in the middle of a great forest? But the pay was generous enough, and the baron was kind enough to provinde him with a treasure map and all the necessary tools. Mark had only to supply the men to carry on the mission. Oddly enough, no one suitable volunteered for the job when he tried to assembe a party, and anyone who did volunteer seemed a little... odd. Needless to say, he took the entire job upon himself, figuring he won't have to split the pay.
"Right, Trigael is half-waning, and I'm here."..he said looking at a particulary gnarled pine tree. All I need to do is dig at the end of the shadow and hopefully I'll have something to show for all my trouble."
Getting a sturdy shovel from his backpack he started to dig. He wasn't particulary afraid of the dark, but something seemed to give him the chills. After several hours of digging, as the sun broke above the horizon, he struck a wooden surface. Much to his surprise, when he cleared the earth around the wooden surface, he saw an old, battered, chest. Opened. Empty.
Cursing, he threw the shovel aside, and started packing his equipment.
"Right. I should have stayed in bed this morning. Getting sent on a wild goose chase in an damp, eerie forest in the middle of the night is not exactly my idea of time well spent. And to think I actually fell for this story. "
He was almost done packing when he heard an terrifying howl behind him. First he froze, then he relised he was not the target, or else he'd be dead already. Jumping to his feet and reaching for his back, he withdrew a long, mean looking greatsword. Rushing towards the source of the sound, he thought that he'd better find out what was going on, before that "something" caught his scent and make him a meal. He quickly found the source of all the growling when he entered a clearing and saw a strange looking large beast chasing a girl. Thinking quickly, he picked up a stone and threw it right into the beast's head. The critter, more surprised than angry turned his attention and charged head on towards Mark. Not losing his cool, he waited until the last possible moment with his sword lowered, then dodged while lunging his sword until the hilt into the beast's side. Disarmed, he turned to face the beast once again, fearing his blow wasn't fatal. The beast, fatigued and stumbling turned for another charge, but its strenght failed and it collapsed before it could mount yet another attack.
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Posted 11 October 2005 - 09:21 AM
Turning his attention to the young girl, he bowed. "I'm Mark, proffesional treasure finder, escort, and Knight Errant for the Duke of Chateau-Blanc." He, however, conveniently left out the fact that the Duke was dead and the duchy he was serving was divided by neighbouring warring nobles, leving him a freelance adventurer, as some would call him, or rogue, as others would say. His tattered clothing was a little odd for forest wearing, and no one in their right mind would walk armed with a greatsword in a place where there was so little space for fighting with two-handed blades.
"A pleasure to meet you miss." he continued, after a short assessment of the girl. "Might I ask who you are and what are you doing in the forest?" As she started talking he suddenly relised something was not right. Even if he was no elf or of elven blood, he could "feel" they were being watched. It was an strange feeling, and he could trust it. In some of his less than reputable jobs he learned to feel when something was out of place. This feeling served him well until now, and was partly responsible for him being here in the first place. After all, he wouldn't have ventured here alone unless he was absolutely sure he was safe. But now... It was almost as if someone was piercing him with an icy gaze. Shivering, he stopped the girl from talking :
"It's not safe here. I'm returning to the village of Kiz-Rah. You may follow me out of the forest if you wish. I'm not staying here another moment. Just be sure not to alert any more beasts. "
Posted 11 October 2005 - 06:03 PM
"My name is Elleith." The girls explained not responding to the warning not to disturb more beasts although it's not like she teased the animal on purpose so it would attack her. "I live in the Pineborrow village." Rather lived, she thought. It was another thing she could not confess. What if this man takes her back to her brother and sister when he finds out that she left without permission. It's not like she could not leave. She was only several months short of sixteen summers. Then even Waric could not tell her not to go. Wait, where was she following this man to? He mentioned some village. Elleith stopped. "I don't know whether I can follow you any farther." She said as naturally as she could and hopefully with a sense of purpose strong enough to the man not to question her motifs to go there. "I need to go to the city, not to your village."