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3 Vandoren -> The Last Moment. (6/2/2011 13:25:08)
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.

3 Vandoren -> RE: The Last Moment. (6/2/2011 13:39:35)
Writers Message: OK. Now you are either interested, or terribly appalled at my horrible ability to make a decent story. So, I'm very sorry if your confused about some names or history, the story takes place after a few other of my other stories (and includes all of that history stuff) but I will not post the previous stories due to their lack of any sense or storyline. Good luck reading my written garbage and enjoy. Story Continuation:

3 Vandoren -> RE: The Last Moment. (6/2/2011 13:41:07)
Helgr was the grandson of the great lord mage Gavon Felarian. Gavon had once courted a woman. She was a woman who he had found in the fields outside of Obsidian Heart, his tower. She was dieing of fever and terrible wounds. Gavon had taken her in and healed her over the days. They were unnaturally attracted to each other, something unheard of from Gavon. One night the women had been almost too full health. That night was the making of Helgr’s father. That night was also the night she was made leave. She raised the child alone. Deciding it was best the take him to her own homeland, Aras Eastland, home of the elves, for she was a full-blood dark elf. Her son had met a dark elf practicing the art of forbidden magic and fell in love with her, once more another child was born. They named this child Helgr, which meant sacred or hallowed in elven. Soon after was the dwarven and elven war, this war took tolls on the Eastland and killed most, including Helgr’s parents. He had been one of the only survivors and had lived among the remaining elves until he was 24 (around 110 in human years.) He had met Kez along the road to Southland and they had been friends since. Helgr’s leaving was not of his own idea. In his years in Eastland Helgr had learned several mage spells, although they were not of any element, not dark, nor light, but Helgr had learned blood mage spells. A blood mage was one who had harnessed the power of taking ones blood, be it themselves, their enemies or their allies, to power spells. These blood spells took great consequence, but would unlock powerful spells beyond imagining. Helgr had been forced to leave the elven homeland because among elves life was sacred and killing was seldom. Elves did learn magic, of all schools, accept blood magic. The taking of ones life or life-force to use against it was beyond fury to the Counsel of elves. They had forced him to leave. Blood magic was the only magic Helgr knew, and he marveled at it and practiced it regularly. Helgr had told Kez that he wasn’t ‘evil’ he just believed in being prepared if danger is confronted. Helgr had never shown anyone, besides a few in Eastland, this magic he knew, but he had never had to use it so desperately. The Templars, even clothed in armor, were well trained and were closing the gap between them. Helgr stopped, turned, pulled from his robe a dagger and slit his palm. He lifted both hands in the air and the Templars stopped a few feet from him, swords in the air. “Blödh.” He said in a clear voice. The word resounded in the air, an echo of the magic. Kez watched in amazement. Blood poured from his hand and swirled about both hands. The blood seemed to multiply in mass. Helgr flipped his hands, fingertips pointed to them and palms down. Blood poured over the Templars; filling their lungs and making their skin feel like fire. There would have been a scream from them but they could not make a sound. They fell to the ground. Kez watched in disgust and curiosity. “Blödh…” she repeated, the word sounding awkward and dislocated from her mouth. The wound remained on Helgr’s hand and he pulled a cloth from his bag and wrapped it around his hand. The cloth was already dark with blood when he retrieved it from his bag. He turned to her, eyes clear and kind. “Blödh er freohr.” He nodded to her with a smile. “Blödh hlaupar raudhr.” “Hlaupa.”

3 Vandoren -> RE: The Last Moment. (6/2/2011 21:33:34)
The next hour Helgr and Kez walked through the forest, which was about a few yards behind the tavern. The event that had just happened leaving Kez, for the first time in history, speechless. They trekked through the forest, checking every where to find a decent hidden campsite. After another hour they found one. The place they found was a small cave with a few cracks in the roof, and it was cradled in tall Pagle oaks. They set up some brush and branches to hide the entrance and ate a cold dinner. They made crude beds out of leaves and branches. Kez could hear Helgr mumbling to himself in Elvish. She could easily recognize elvish tongue because of the grace and clarity of it. Elvish always sounds so peaceful. They could not afford a fire, the smoke may attract attention. Helgr picked up a stone and spoke a word of command. “Garizla.” Helgr stated, as if it were the simplest thing. The rock flared into life, casting light into the cave. “That’s one of the only spells I know outside of blood magicks.” He said. As the air started getting colder Kez found out that the glowing rock also produced warmth. Kez pulled a scroll from her scroll case and started reading a story from it. “What is water in Elvish tongue?” She asked, looking up at him. She was obviously trying to learn more elven. “Adurna.” He responded. She repeated that, tripping over her tongue trying to make it sound right. She picked up a rock and held it high purposefully. “Garizla!” She exclaimed. The rock flashed a very dull glow once. She stared at it, amazed and considering herself a magician. “That is enough magic for tonight, you may set us all on fire.” Helgr laughed. “To bed with you.” She gave a chuckle and pulled a blanket from her backpack, which seems to have everything in it. Kez covered up but he could still hear ‘Garizla’ and then a flash of dull light, under the covers. Then he was blessed with sleep. The glowing rock went out. In the early morning they woke to hear voices from outside. “If we don’t check everywhere how do you expect to find ’em, eh?” a voice, with a thick mercenary accent, boomed. “I’ll know when we find them!” another deep voice exclaimed, not actually answering the question. Helgr jumped up and drew his ceremonial blood dagger. Kez still slept soundly under her covers, holding a rock tightly to her chest. She looked almost like a sleeping child would. “Vasata!” Helgr whispered piercingly. Kez bolted upright, hit by the spell of awakening. Helgr nodded outside and Kez looked at him as if he was a mad man. “If you’re go-“ Kez was cut short by loud footfalls. She clapped a hand over her mouth and pulled the cover over her head. Kez’s words were responded to by a deep ominous silence and an abrupt ending to the footfalls. A foot poked through one of the cracks in the cave roof, making a large hole. Through the hole Helgr could see a human man with slight elven features and almost pointed ears. This man was no doubt a half-elf. But what caught Helgr’s attention the most was that the half-elf was holding a bow, pointed at him. Arrows zipped by the two companions, forcing a yelp from Kez. A large ogre burst through the brush concealing the entrance, causing twigs to rain down on them as well. This ogre was a half-elf as well, no doubt a disgrace to the elves and the ogres. To add to the confusion Kez was shouting prayers to any god she could think of. “I’m sorry for that one time I stole Helgr’s money purse, mighty Javar. I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

3 Vandoren -> RE: The Last Moment. (6/3/2011 11:20:29)
The ogre swung his bulging arms around, decimating the rest of the branch wall. Beside the ogre an orc walked into the cavern. The orc swung a mighty axe around, and set it on his shoulder. The arrows ceased, but the half-elf archer remained, watching the scene before him play out. The axe the orc held had scribbles and orcish writing on it. Helgr could see from the inscriptions that it was of the Rahraft orc clan. He had learned about orcish clans from a few of the tombs he read from the ancient elven library. “You, Hrelga, have a large bounty of two hundred salems placed directly upon your forehead.” The orc stepped up to Helgr, and dropped his axe. A resounding ‘clank’ echoed through the cavern. “Hold out your hands.” Helgr didn’t move a muscle. The ogre stepped forward, to stand beside the orc. The ogre reached out and struck Helgr across the face. The orc grabbed his wrist and clamped thick, heavy cuffs onto the boy’s wrists. Or that’s what the orc thought would happen. Instead the orc clamped the cuffs together and found out that the boys hands were not there, nor were they in his grip. “Now, boy-“ The orc said and was cut short by a dagger puncturing his heavy chain mail. Kez was under the covers on the floor, everyone had forgotten there had been two. The orc grabbed at the dagger and found none there; instead, he found the dagger protruding from another spot on his stomach. He looked up and saw Helgr crouched, like a panther about to leap upon helpless prey. The ogre was to mentally slow to recognize that, for the first time in a long time, a prey had defied them. The half-elf archer’s view was obstructed and he could not see well enough to realize the threat. Just whenever the half-elf was about to fire where he was standing collapsed and his shot went wide. The orc dropped the cuffs to the floor, causing another resounding clank, and he picked up his battle axe. Just as his enemies were about to strike, Helgr realized the roof collapsed where Kez lie. He stood straight up and looked to the pile of rubble, the archer was nowhere to be seen either. That was just enough time to strike for the bounty hunters. The orc jumped at him, yelling a war cry. The ogre did the same, accept coming at Helgr with bare hands. Helgr launched the dagger at the ogre’s bare chest, and he heard an audible grunt from him. Helgr retreated back the pile of rubble and stood atop it. He mumbled a word of magic and waited with his eyes closed. Blood poured from both of the men’s wounds the blood never touched the ground. Instead, the blood coated them. The dark green blood of the orc clung to every inch of his skin, the same with the ogre’s thick yellow blood. The orc let out a cry as he found that he could move no further, for the blood was almost solid. The ogre kept barreling forward, his tremendous strength overruling the thick coat of even thicker blood he wore. He swung a log of an arm and, if Helgr had not acted on his fear, would have knocked Helgr senseless. The orc shouted in rage as the ogre was forced to slow his movements. Green blood was getting thick in the mouth of the orc as he passed out. The ogre lunged at Helgr as a bull would, attempting to impale Helgr on his slight horns. But Helgr picked up a rock and threw, as hard as his mage body would allow, and yelled. “Garizla!” The rock was directly in front of the ogres face when it burst into light, scaring the wits out of him. The rock then struck the monstrosity in the forehead, knocking him into a deep unconsciousness. Helgr started digging into the rubble, throwing stone debris behind him. “Kezanovgaf?” He called. “Here.” He heard under the rubble. He dug until he saw her. She sat there, wrapped in a blanket, looking like a child during a bad storm. The stones had fell about her, which then held up a larger stone that she was under, it had acted like a low house. Lying next to her was the unconscious half-elf archer.

3 Vandoren -> RE: The Last Moment. (6/3/2011 11:24:23)
Writers Message: Hello and good morning. I have kept the chapters relatively short so you can remember where you were at. By the way my comments page is up in the Works Discussion page. Feel free to criticize there. The name of this chapter is... Prisoner of War Enjoy. Story Continuation:

3 Vandoren -> RE: The Last Moment. (6/3/2011 11:29:07)
The two companions stared blankly at the unconscious blond haired elf on the floor. Occasionally he would twitch or shout elvish words. Helgr and Kez had come to the conclusion that he was 20. (Around 97 in human years) Kez had named him Jacabar and treated him as if he was a sleeping pet. “Shhh! You’ll wake Jaca’!” She often said in a loud whisper. Helgr had taken the cuffs, that the orc had attempted to imprison him with, and clamped them onto the young mans wrists. Helgr had been impatient to leave, since the obvious clamber to kill him, but was not looking forward to carrying him, a man of age, through a forest for who knows how long, and if he left him there he would surely alert others of were the fugitives were. “If we stay quiet they won’t find us. Plus, it will be easier to control him if we don’t carry him.” Helgr reasoned, naming off all the downsides to carrying the elf. They had taken turns on watch, making sure that if there were more bounty hunters they would not have the element of surprise. After the sun had reached its zenith the young elf awoken. Helgr was on watch then so Kez was in there alone, with the man. The elf’s eyes fluttered open and he stared at Kez. He bolted up, knew he would not have his bow, and reached for his quiver. The young man pulled free an arrow from the quiver and crouched defensively. “Kvetha, Fricai,” The man said and threw the arrow with expert accuracy at her head. Kez had a few milliseconds to ponder how he threw the projectile with such precision, whenever he had hand cuffs on. The arrow seemed to be coming at her slowly, but she could not make her body obey her mind. Helgr jumped in front of Kez, taking an arrow deep into the stomach. Kez could see the arrow tip poke out of the back of the silk black robes. Kez was finally realizing what was happening and jumped a few feet back. Helgr pulled out his blood knife, which he started using often, and held it up high. Kez could see that the way the sun hit the dark gold knife it shine bright red. Helgr threw it with all his might. The knife hit the man directly in his hand, nailing the quiver to him. The elf attempted to pull the knife away but found that the blood that seeped from his hand hardened, making the ceremonial knife glued to his hand. He held his hand and looked at Helgr, as if to say: “Why the hell did you go and do that?” Helgr put his hand on the butt of the arrow and shuddered, as he pushed it out through his back, it fell with a thud to the floor. Helgr stood bolt upright; he looked almost as a Knight of Order in black robes. He looked almost stricken. “What is your name?” Helgr demanded, not as a question, but as a command. The half-elf looked at him held up his hand; fingers extended, and showed him the quiver bolted to it, and then replied with an elvish word that Kez knew she’d rather not understand. “Then I shall call you ‘half-man’ for the time I have you.” Helgr grinned. Helgr knew how to seem evil when he worked at it. Kez mused. “Gedwev.” The young elf replied and put his hand to Helgr, not it the manner of a handshake, but in the manner of “Get this out of my hand. “ Helgr did so, and the cave was filled with a scream of pain.

3 Vandoren -> RE: The Last Moment. (6/3/2011 14:27:30)
The group of three continued to walk threw the forest, Gedwev saying nothing. It was after he managed to work free a piece of his shirt and, with the help of Kez, wrap it around his hand wound that the elf spoke. “If you release me, I will cause no trouble to you.” He said slowly, as if contemplating his words. Helgr stopped and spun toward him. “Why?” “Why wha-“ “If you where going to kill us then why would you surrender now?” “Yeah! What stops you from trying again?” Kez piped, but then was stared down. Birds chirped around them and the large branches of the pagle oaks creaked and swayed in the wind. The elf raised his hands to his chest. “I am not a bounty hunter by choice; I am what I was made. I will not harm you,” He was glared at by Helgr. “Or attempt to escape.” Gedwev added quickly. Helgr stared at him, thinking about Gedwev’s words, and then nodded. “I believe you.” Helgr said, staring into the young elf’s eyes, for he had based his judgment there. Gedwev said an elven thank you and held out his hands. “But,” Helgr said, tapping the cuffs lightly. “I do not have a key for these.” He turned around and continued walking down the trail. Kez shrugged and followed, whistling a dwarven woods song. Gedwev looked as if Helgr had struck him across the face. He looked at the thick iron cuffs and banged them against his head. Gedwev continued walking as well. Maybe a mile later the trail the three traveled dropped straight off into a swamp. Kez was the first one to find this out. She had been walking in front of the others and whistling a tune, while also swinging a bright silver pocket watch that had ‘S.S.’ engraved onto it. She stepped off into dank marsh water and nearly fell face forward. She dropped the pocket watch into the dark water and cursed the marsh, shaking her fist at it. “I’ll never find that watch in this wretched water…” Kez said, kicking the dirt at the bottom of the algae infested waters. Next to fall into the water was Gedwev. Gedwev had his eyes closed and was walking with long strides. The half-elf fell all of the way into the water, unlike the kojan girl. Kez giggled at Gedwev’s fall and felt something slither past her foot and she jumped all of the way out of the water and into the arms of Helgr, who had been the only one not to fell in the water. “We’ve no time for dilly dallying, Gedwev. We must continue on.” The elf came up steaming, shaking the long wet blond hair from his face. “You saw this swamp, didn’t you? And you let me walking straight into it!” The elf was furious. Helgr, still carrying Kez, walked onto a tree that had fallen, making a small bridge, for at least 20 feet. “Pay more attention, Fricai.” Helgr said, pulling Gedwev up out of the water. “I am going to bl-“ Gedwev was cut off by a slap from Kez. “You stole my watch!” She shouted. Indeed a silver pocket watch draped about his ear. “Wha-“ Gedwev began, but was cut short by another slap. Kez grabbed the watch and, still being held by Helgr, stared at Gedwev until they continued.

3 Vandoren -> RE: The Last Moment. (6/3/2011 14:43:57)
Writers Message: Go Dark Knights! Hoo-ra! Story Continuation:

3 Vandoren -> RE: The Last Moment. (6/4/2011 22:14:18)
Gedwev and Helgr were walking along any logs they came across, looking disgusted every time the dirty water touched them. Kez, on the other hand, was having a wonderful time. She was jumping from rock to rock and attempting to say the alphabet backwards. “Have you every had a schnozzberry pie?” She blurted out. “My aunt Pitfaller-“ “Don’t you dare tell me about schnozzberrys!” Gedwev had had enough. He was looking as if he was about to knock the kojan off into the water when the water itself rippled. The three stared into the water, frightened. Kez was hopping back onto the log with Helgr and Gedwev when a large creature emerged and tackled the log, throwing Kez off into the water. It was several long moments when Gedwev said: “We were better off without her.” He shrugged. Helgr whipped around and seized him by the throat. “Hold your damn tongue, half-man!” Helgr shouted. “Or you’ll be next!” He threw him down and looked out at the water. Again the water rippled and the log split in two, separating the two elves. “Marsh dweller.” Gedwev said, freeing his short sword. Marsh dwellers were what looked like very large alligators with large jagged teeth. Large green eyes peered from under the water at Helgr. He was surprised to see the eyes surface and Kez’s face surface behind them. Gedwev also saw green eyes below the surface, though these were darker. A low roar froze them all where they stood. Gedwev and his log sunk under and violent flailing rapped the water. Blood floated to the surface of the water, and then bubbles. “Poor prisoner of war.” Kez whispered to herself, as she was hurriedly climbing onto the log. The log surfaced, atop it Gedwev was draped. “It’s the enemies’ blood.” Gedwev smiled grimly. The scabbard he had was empty, the short sword was gone. Gedwev held up his hands. The chains that had bonded him were broken, leaving the iron cuffs clamped around his wrists, but unconnected. Apparently Gedwev had heard Kez’s comment because he said: “Prisoner no longer.” “What will you do now?” Helgr stared at Gedwev, suddenly unconcerned with floating on small logs in the middle of marsh dweller territory. “I certainly will not become a slave bounty hunter again.” Gedwev replied, rubbing circulation back into his wrists. “Who hired you to kill us?” Helgr said. “Templars, servants of Palen, correct?” “Just the opposite, dark elf.” Gedwev said. “I, and the rest of the bounty hunters, were hired by one of the eight dark dragonlords, the ones who plan to bring Gaden, the dark god, back into the world.” Gedwev was paddling, with his hands, to another, larger, log. Dragonlords? Helgr thought, unheard of since the cataclysm. “Why kill me though?” Helgr was also paddling to the large log now. “Not kill you, brother, subdue you. They wish to use you as a weapon. For you have untapped power. Or so I hear.” Gedwev shrugged. He seemed to be more friendly and willing to talk once he knew he was no long a prisoner. “You know, I was never truly your prisoner.” Gedwev said, as if listening in on Helgr’s thoughts. They both had reached the log and were climbing onto it. “I know,” Helgr said, pulling Kez aboard. “I just liked to believe you were.”

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