Post by Edric on Jul 2, 2007 23:28:51 GMT -5
Edric walked the bustling Nujel'm market place and watched the human craftsmen and merchants work their shops like bees in a hive. The ocean breeze pushed the majority of the melodious smells out to sea and swept away most of the irritating smoke.
It had been a few months since Amar En Cala'quessir had been charged with the running of Island from the Regency and he was still coming to terms with not having the forest about him. He missed the wood, he missed its spirit. The freedom of the wilderness ever called to him. It had been with him since he could remember. He could not remember who his father and mother were since death took them before he could form memories.
All he could remember was the Gruagach that found him and raised him in the wood. The Gruagach taught him the secrets of the wood. This and his true name and that of his birthright. he was High elf born yet knew little of that life. A secret he told no one. What ever he may be or what he would become, in his heart he was always a spirit of the wood, a Wild Elf.
Then came the night of terror. All he could remember was the shouting and the torches in the night. The Gruagach telling him to flee to Yew and the scream that followed soon after. The scream has still would hear in his dreams at night.He was found by a Heartwood elven merchant a few days later and "rescued" from his forest home and feral life.. It was there that he learned of the other elven languages and that of Man. Common. It was there he learned of the cruelty of Humans and their crude iron weapons.
It was in Heartwood that he meet Lady Vanya Thenidiel and her vision of a elven nation and since being taken from the woods embrace he finally felt at home and a purpose. There he trained in the arts of war and gained the title of Neth Othar, an elven paladin with in the ranks of Amar En Cala'quessir. He also gained friends and learned to have faith in others, something that ran against his wild instincts.
Beriadan's death had been a shock to all in AC. And had weighed heavenly on the shoulder's of Lady Vanya. She had been very reclusive every since. His recent promotion to Berri's position was born out of necessity more than ability, but he Steele himself for the task for his lady's sake and the people of Nujel'm.
He was lost in this tangent of thought when a voice called out his name.
"Lord Edric of Volas Shyr"
"Aye?" said Edric as he tuned to see a plump old woman smiling at him, his keen elven ears not believing what he just heard..
"Good morn to you Prince Edric of the Jhyr Olaer." she said, still smiling.
Looking about wildy Edric hissed "Quiet woman!" regaining some of his composure and making sure that no one heard the exchange he returned the gaze of the old woman. "How do you know my name?" he asked with forced calm.
"Oh I know many things M'Lord and hear twice as much" The old woman explained as she appeared to gather her things. "But I will respect your needs and tell you what I know with out so many ears and eyes. Yes?"
"Yes." said Edric with a great amount of mixed relieve and confusion.She tried to reach her walking stick but her apparent great age prevented her . Edric instinctively handed it to her and was rewarded with a smile that was missing a few teeth. "Good Lad" She said as she put out her hand for Edric to take.
Hoisting her to her feet with some difficulty watch the old woman smooth out her many wrinkled garments and equip her walking stick. She then turned to him. "Follow me if you want to know more." And with that she tuned and walked to the busy boardwalk streets of Nujel'm.
To be Continued
It had been a few months since Amar En Cala'quessir had been charged with the running of Island from the Regency and he was still coming to terms with not having the forest about him. He missed the wood, he missed its spirit. The freedom of the wilderness ever called to him. It had been with him since he could remember. He could not remember who his father and mother were since death took them before he could form memories.
All he could remember was the Gruagach that found him and raised him in the wood. The Gruagach taught him the secrets of the wood. This and his true name and that of his birthright. he was High elf born yet knew little of that life. A secret he told no one. What ever he may be or what he would become, in his heart he was always a spirit of the wood, a Wild Elf.
Then came the night of terror. All he could remember was the shouting and the torches in the night. The Gruagach telling him to flee to Yew and the scream that followed soon after. The scream has still would hear in his dreams at night.He was found by a Heartwood elven merchant a few days later and "rescued" from his forest home and feral life.. It was there that he learned of the other elven languages and that of Man. Common. It was there he learned of the cruelty of Humans and their crude iron weapons.
It was in Heartwood that he meet Lady Vanya Thenidiel and her vision of a elven nation and since being taken from the woods embrace he finally felt at home and a purpose. There he trained in the arts of war and gained the title of Neth Othar, an elven paladin with in the ranks of Amar En Cala'quessir. He also gained friends and learned to have faith in others, something that ran against his wild instincts.
Beriadan's death had been a shock to all in AC. And had weighed heavenly on the shoulder's of Lady Vanya. She had been very reclusive every since. His recent promotion to Berri's position was born out of necessity more than ability, but he Steele himself for the task for his lady's sake and the people of Nujel'm.
He was lost in this tangent of thought when a voice called out his name.
"Lord Edric of Volas Shyr"
"Aye?" said Edric as he tuned to see a plump old woman smiling at him, his keen elven ears not believing what he just heard..
"Good morn to you Prince Edric of the Jhyr Olaer." she said, still smiling.
Looking about wildy Edric hissed "Quiet woman!" regaining some of his composure and making sure that no one heard the exchange he returned the gaze of the old woman. "How do you know my name?" he asked with forced calm.
"Oh I know many things M'Lord and hear twice as much" The old woman explained as she appeared to gather her things. "But I will respect your needs and tell you what I know with out so many ears and eyes. Yes?"
"Yes." said Edric with a great amount of mixed relieve and confusion.She tried to reach her walking stick but her apparent great age prevented her . Edric instinctively handed it to her and was rewarded with a smile that was missing a few teeth. "Good Lad" She said as she put out her hand for Edric to take.
Hoisting her to her feet with some difficulty watch the old woman smooth out her many wrinkled garments and equip her walking stick. She then turned to him. "Follow me if you want to know more." And with that she tuned and walked to the busy boardwalk streets of Nujel'm.
To be Continued
