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| | From:  -Angel-S (Original Message) | Sent: 8/14/2007 10:53 PM |
 The day was as long and beautiful as the nights were prior  to this. Compaired to the tourcher that befell their lives, two wounded souls return to a place where they hope to make things better. A white steed with a silvery mane travels down a path that few dare to walk anymore, and along side it travels a battle worn young man who in more recient years has grown in the heat of battle, and was forged for the combative lifestyle, but was as gentle as the breeze when it blew. There was never any doubt that these two would be the ones that survived, even though the tragic losses have wained heavy on their tourchered hearts.
It was nearly sunrise when they reached the borders of Elmshade from a far off way, as they have traveled all night long on foot and horseback as far as they could, with little rest or time to stop. They looked battle wiery and famished, but in the end, they pushed on, as they wanted to reach their homeland as soon as possible. Though they are from different worlds, they practically grew up as brothers in combat. One came from a tourchered and yet sheltered life to become a chosen, an avatar if you will be so plain, of the nature goddess Melikki, and the other from a life that was emersed in the trials of his mother before him, and his sister who has gone on to be with her goddess. A well and powerful priestess in the arts of combat as well as her holy and arcane knowledge proved to be that force which all couldn't stop. Two different lifestyles, but yet simular circumstances, as they are now fighting together to keep a safer world. 9 am rolls around as the two boys come into town. Things have changed since they left, and yet nothing feels the same either. They walk up to a familuar place as one ties the horse outside and the boys go in.
"Welcome to the Twisted Root Tavern boys, how ya be?" A familuar voice from behind the bar sounds in their ears from the empty tavern.
" Wow, Jarlosh still runs this place." one of them said to the other as both smiled
" At least some things never change." The other replied
As Jarlosh got a better look at the approching boys, he dropped his cup and listened to it shatter. " Well bless the spirits, I would be dreaming if I wasn't lookin. Ian? Lad is that really you?" Jarlosh said in amazement.
Aonian looked at the man, " Yes Jarlosh, it is me, as you can see, I am in one piece, thankfully."
" And who is yer friend here? Isn't this that priestess' brother, or is this little Stefon?"
" I am Shawn, and I am the little brother to the late priestess Lita." Shawn introduced himself.
" Aye, she was a great woman, her name along with countless others will be remembered here." Jarlosh said. " So boys, what can I do for you?"
"Man Jarlosh, we are starved. We travled all night and day for a week to get home." Aonian said
" Aye lad, you look like it too, I will be back, let me tell the cook to make you something special boys." Jarlosh said as he left after setting two glasses of water on the bar and went to make some food for the boys.
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