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On a bright evening two figures sat in two chairs, passing conversation between them. One was a tall, pale, slightly built man with elven features. The elf wore long black robes and had the longest most magnificent pointed ears. Most cast baleful glances at him, recognizing him as a dark elf. Dark elves were elves that were twisted with dark magic and turned with evil. Although this particular dark elf seemed friendly, one might go far enough to say kind. The second figure was tall, at least for a kojan, who are usually 3 to 4 feet. Kojan were joyous, wander lusting and friendly, this one seemed even more so. She was a girl, in her younger years, possibly twenty. She had a long, ponytail; she wore most of it braided. She had the small pointed ears, like most kojan do. She had the slight innocent mouth, beneath a silver and quick tongue. But most noticeable of all was her large luminous eyes. All who looked upon them saw the curiosity and joy that lie beneath. She looked at the elf, who was obviously a mage, and nodded and questioned the story he was telling. She poked about through pockets and bags that hung on her bright brown vest and her hips. She stared up at him, intrigued to no end to hear the story. “But, Helgr, Dragons don’t talk.” She eyed him, suspicious as always whenever he got this part. “To Gavon they do, kojan.” He, his name apparently Helgr, returned. Helgr had just come to the Southland, leaving the land of the elves. He spoke crude Common with jumbled elven words. The kojan he spoke to had become his friend months back and could understand what he meant, speaking a little elvish herself. Helgr was telling her about Gavon Felarian, the evil lord mage. She was in love with this story, even after hearing it many times before. The last light of the evening poured into the windows of the rugged, but homey, tavern. The inn was bustling with customers this night. Helgr set down his glass of wine and was about to finish his story when the kojan, her name Kezanovgaf (nicknamed Kez, for short) held up her brownish hand. “Don’t finish the story, the end is too sad, Helgr.” Kez hated hearing about Gavons death. She took a sip of her ale and schnozzberry juice and she brightened. “Tell me about elves.” She smiled at him, if not devilishly. “Do they all have as long ears as you?” She was so intrigued she was leaning over the table. “Oh, heavens no, Kez. Dark elves have large ears. Elves do hav- Devia!” A broken wine glass sat broken on the floor and wine was poured about his lap. A Barmaid came by and cleaned up the cup, shaking her head disappointedly and she looked to him. “Adurna.” Helgr stated. He then cleared his throat “Water.” Kez smiled at him for forgetting his Common, something often done by him. Helgr heard booming foot steps out the door and his head snapped around. Through the door came several templars (knights of Palen, the god of good), plated in bright chainmail. Helgr took one look, shook his head to Kez and nonchalantly got up to walk to the back door. They followed. Kez and Helgr both had done this before. The reason was because Helgr was the evil god, Gadens, last hope. This was so because Helgr had a full name, it was Helgr Avearan Felarian.
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