Mae govanen an mellon!
(It is good to meet you my friend!)
And welcome to Edheldor. In a forest near the western sea, Edheldor is the last city of elves in the forth age. In our halls, you can find fantasy rpgs, discussion forums, and games. Please make yourself at home and look around.
sally took Elradrien's hand. "Pleasure to meet you Elradrien. Yes, I stumbled into a cave and found the floor covered in rare jewels." She shrugged. "There was a dead dragon there, but nothing to hinder anyone from taking what they wish."
Hithuel's eyes sparkled at the little adventure, and took the spot right behind Sally heading towards the treasure. They all got there without too much trouble, and as promised, there was the dragon laying ontop of piles of free treasure. Hithuel gasped in amazement and began to dig through it, taking the most eligant and rear pieces of jewelry she could find.
Mirithil surveyed the sight for a moment, the dragon doesn't seem to have been dead for too long... but then again, there isn't much in these parts it could use for food. She thought as she made her way to a jeweled sword.
Sally sat atop a fallen log which was covered in soft blue moss. She had already picked a jewel for herslef and the rest of the jewels didn't interest her. Pulling her napsack up next to her, she fiddled through it and produced a small wooden ocarina. She caressed the wood lovingly, then set it to her lips and began playing a soft, enchanting melody.
Elradrien settled next to her, holding a deep blue gem. He recognized the tune she played and began to sing, his clear voice carrying softly through the air.
Sente Rellic paused, holding up a hand to halt the men behind him. His angry eyes narrowed as he heard the clear, Elvish voice that carried on the slight breeze.
"Elves are trying to steal our treasure!" he said softly.
The word spread through the ranks, enraging the outlaws. Sente motioned to his aids and the group spread out, circling the dragon cave and slowly closing in.
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From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the darkness shall spring
Fiondir sat near by, packing some rare jewels in with the rest of his belongings. Everyone listened peacefuly to the melody Sally and Elradrien were proforming, yet Fiondir couldn't help but notice the unusual sound of leather being strained, and as he listened for only a few moments more, he was able to make out the distinct noise of a bow and arrow.
Fiondir got up carefully and walked towards Mirithil.
"I think we have some guests" He remarked, but by that time, it was already too late.
A tall man stepped from the woods, a bow ready at his side, but pointed toward the ground.
"Surrender," he ordered, "You stand no chance against my forces. We-" he scowled at this- "We would rather take you alive, but if you insist, we will destroy you."
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From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the darkness shall spring
"There is no escape, Elf. You can be sure you are surrounded. But, if you want a demonstration-" he shrugged. Elradrien's keen eyes caught a flicker of move,ment and he stepped into the way of an arrow headed for Hithuel. He cried out in pain- "You tampered with our treasure and you must be brought before our master."
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From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the darkness shall spring