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|This is the redone Forest of Amakiir beginning...I'll be doing more as time goes on.. very sorry about the extra spaces...really dont know why those are in there||
A brisk wind cut through the dull white hair of an elven figure. The figure stood outside his small tree hut, watching the sun crest the faraway horizon. He enjoyed the sight every time he left on one of his adventures.
The sunrise seemed a bit different today, he noted. Not in a bad way, no, but in a good way. The sun, though not completely clear of the horizon, was showing a brilliant orange glow that seemed to raise the elf’s spirits higher than they already were.
He wore the tunic of a set of fine, emerald colored elven chain mail. At his side, the ruby colored hilt of a sheathed scimitar glinted as the sun struck it. Strapped to his back was the source of his adventure this day.
The source of his adventure this day was a sword. This sword was no ordinary sword though. The elf knew it held powerful magic. And for that reason alone, he had not drawn it from its scabbard since the day he stumbled upon it.
Checking over his pack one more time, making sure he had the right supplies to reach the human city of Tawnos, the elf swung his pack onto his back.
Walking to the edge of his suspended balcony, he looked down to the almost daring ten-foot fall. Without a moment’s hesitation, the elf leapt down and began for the gate of his forest home.
Practically running with excitement from the pending adventure, the elf saw the magnificent forest green gates that signified the exit from his home and his lands. Even in his adventurous state of mind, he could not help but stare at the marvelous gates.
They were made from some sort of strong, reflective stone, which was colored to match that of a forest. Then, as though they were carved into the stone itself, the vines of the Everlast tree draped about the stone in some intricate design only found in a forest.
On each side of the large gate were elven guards. Each of the guards, the elf knew from his previous adventures, and was good friends with nearly every forest guard.
“Hail, Master Laucian!” the female guard on the left called out.
“Hail, brave Melina.” Laucian replied.
As Laucian drew closer to Melina, he marveled, yet again, at how well armed the guards of the forest truly were. Sun glinted off hidden steel when it became exposed. And then there was her armor, wonderfully crafted mythril chain mail. A material only harvested by the dwarven smiths, who seldom traded anything for it.
“Venturing out again, I see.” Melina said with a bit of humor.
“That I am,” he returned excitedly, “ I want to see if the wizards in Tawnos can tell me anything about this sword.”
She looked to the sword on his back, “ I see, and if your sister should try and follow you?”
Laucian couldn’t help but smile at the mention of his sister. She had tried so many times to sneak along on many of his adventures.
“Stop her if you could, please. But I have this feeling she may get past you this time. She has become quite the sneaky one lately. All that training she is getting.”
Now it was Melina’s turn to smile, “I shall keep both eyes looking for her then!” she exclaimed, ending in a short burst of laughter. Laucian joined her in the short, but enjoyable, laugh.
“Good, good.” He stated finally. “Have Laurana and Baronis left yet?“
“Well then…” Laucian smirked, “ Let Alhaina tag along.”
“Have something planned for her, eh?”
Laucians only answer was the look of fun in his eye, and the broad smile that found its way to his face.
“I see. Well, I don’t want to be holding you up any longer. Even the lord of the forest must have his adventure…and fun.”
His expression changed at the mention of his formal title. A frown took the place of the smile on his face. It’s not the title itself that bothered him; it was the responsibilities it came with. He was an elf who liked adventures, not the life of a king or a lord. Laucian was not one who liked commanding people as a lord would.
“I made the council to take care of things for me, even when I am here.” He said in a more serious tone. “You know me,” Laucian stated, a little more light hearted, “ Adventure is more my style.”
She nodded. “The I wish you good fortune on your adventure, my lord.“
Laucian patted her on the shoulder, “There is no need to be formal with me, my friend.” He paused, “May your days shine brightly for you. I shall return in a week’s time. I trust you will keep my home safe.”
“I shall, Lord…Laucian Amakiir.”
They parted then, Melina going back to her post at the gates, and Laucian heading through the gates.
Laucian turned back to the gate, to see the guards waving goodbye to their lord. He was the Lord of the Forest of Amakiir. He waved back to them, and began his adventure to the town of Tawnos.
A smile found its way back to his face, as he remembered his sister, Alhaina, would be joining him later in the day. The surprise he has staged for her this time would definitely be worth a good laugh. He could only hope that Laurana and Baronis were ready. This would be an adventure none of the four would soon forget.
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