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“…Through the times of troubles and shadows, there will always remain a light for everyone to follow. Yet it is up to them on how, if at all, they will find that light. The four kingdoms of Sazacon were created to ensure peace, but I’ve a feeling that these four kingdoms may find themselves upon the brink of a civil war…”


From the journal of Archerion Fellonar.

“Archerion Fellonar?” asked the woman standing at the front of the party. The group before him appeared to be of elven kin but had a lighter skin than that of any elf he’d seen in his travels. At first glance he’d mistaken them for the Forest Guardians – Druidic Elves – for they had their hair, but the lightness of their skin reassured him that they are no ordinary kin of elves.
He merely nodded so as not to make sure any hostilities were brought about.
“The same Archerion whom was banished from Shin’Alor?”
He nodded again. “What business have ye with us?”
“‘Us’?” She muttered, before turning her attention to Archanine standing beside him. “I’ve heard nothing of a cat companion.”
He looked down at Archanine then back up at her. “Archanine has been with me since I left Shin’Alor. Now, are ye going to state your business or shall we be on our way?”
The woman nodded. “I am Canialia, high general of the Sun Elven clans. Your exploits with the poachers of the forests and the bandits of the plains have made you a legend in our lands. We wish to welcome you into our home, for although we do not care much for the human kind, your presence is an honor to us all for you respect for the land.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Canialia,” he said, bowing slightly. “I would accept your offer, though I would not want to trouble you with my presence. As you had said, yourself, you do not care much for humans and I would not wish to defile your home with my entrance.”
She nodded. “You use a bow,” she noticed, “We can supply you with a wide assortment of arrows and a stronger bow than what you carry.”
Archerion turned his head away, slightly, to look at his bow resting in his quiver. It had been with him since before the day he began his travels and had served him well during his travels, yet, as he thought about it, he began to doubt how much long it would last before it began to ware down.
“Very well,” he said with a smile and a small chuckle. “You’ve convinced me,” his smile faded quickly. But know this: should any of your kin attempt any hostile attempt at me, my arrows will be flying and Archanine will be prone to attack, understood?”
The elven general nodded and began to lead him away from the Senscitar forest. As they walked Archerion looked down at Archanine, who returned the gaze instinctively as he gave his companion a “stay alert” look. The panther let out a low growl in agreement as they both turned their attention to the stopped party and the burning Sun Elf city standing before them.

When you've betrayed all those about you, who will be there to have your back and not your head?

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The following comments are for "Death at the Roof of the World (Chapter 2)"
by Archerion

i am always
impressed when someone tackles an extended narrative. this is a cool story (and cool avatar, too!).

i'll be on the look-out for more of your posts.

john. john doe.

( Posted by: johnjohndoe [Member] On: October 2, 2005 )

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