Post by Sam on Apr 29, 2007 20:46:10 GMT -5
Chapter 1: Westbridge Village
In the small far-off village of Westbridge, there lived the humans and elves. The two races had cooperated and lived together peacefully, not having any tribulations. Past the village were the fields of Foris where the clean rivers flowed. A bed of daises filled the country side, and the warm sun bathed the entire field. Women would bring their daughters to pick daisies and gather water from the cool rivers. Boys would play in the fields, and swim in the rivers, or just read peacefully under a small apple tree. Men would go into the tall lush Oak forests and bring home vast amounts of lumber to their family.
The country Faylus resided in southern Istaril, past the small Ouro islands, and through the mountains, away from the world’s conflict. Inside the village, Elves and humans traded, gambled, and shared drinks in the local pub.
During the day, human and elves both worked equally. Westbridge was a growing community. The elves that lived with the humans were specifically known as Elurians. They were a smaller race of elves that were shorter, slower and calmer than the common fierce elves in the towns and cities across Euguras. Elurians acted a lot like humans, but didn’t look like them. The elves had soft pale skin, with brown hair. No one had ever seen an elf that didn’t have brown hair. Some traders would go to the nearest Town of Orloon Lake to sell and exchange various foods, tools, devices and sometimes weapons. Orloon lake was far more known for its military then Westbridge was, mostly because they we’re closer to the countries border which meant that Orloon was basically a wall protecting the other small villages behind it. Orloon’s lake covered much of the countries border, so the town was built around the lake. During the warm seasons of spring, other countries ships would sail in and visit for awhile. The visitors traded, gambled and bedded women around the town. Mostly though, their arrival was a festival, for many street parties and boat races we’re held in the outsider’s arrival. People from Westbridge and Noxshire would travel to Orloon for the events and prize money.
A boy named Beor lived in the small town of Westbridge, with his family. He was almost sixteen, and average height. Beor’s eyes we’re blue like the rivers of Westbridge, and his hair was short and brown. The boy’s face was soft, but had a few scars. Even though was Beor was very slim, he was muscular. His skin was lightly tanned, and coarse much like his fathers. He had been working since he was eight, to provide for his family. He would follow the traders to different villages and observe at times, or he would stay in Westbridge and make a living at the Westbridge Lumber industries. Even though Beor’s father was a senator, he still worked for himself. The money that Beor received would build up day and day, until Beor could afford to buy a boat, and travel outside the country with his older brother Morzan. However, since the emperor’s bill was passed, the Faylian gold was plummeting, and it made it harder for one to travel. Beor’s brother, Morzan was about the same size as Beor, but much larger. Morzan’s physique always appeared muscular and built, even if he didn’t work for it. His eyes were very low and sad, and his skin pale. His eyes brows were thin and small. Morzan wasn’t always how he was, but he had made rapid changes around the age of fifteen. Not to say that Morzan’s appearance frightened people, but he had a large scar, beside his right eye. No one was sure how he received it, only Beor asked the day he showed up with it, Morzan did not reply. Morzan was now currently twenty years old, strong and bright. Since he was seven, he talked to himself. Morzan did have friends, but few and he mostly thought to discard them. Sometimes Morzan would be angry or depressed with himself, his parents never understood Morzan, but they tried to love him as much as they could, as did Morzan.
The year was autumn and winter was around the corner. The animals around the country prepared themselves for a harsh winter, but the villagers enjoyed the last few weeks of fall, hoping for a safe and silent winter. Winter was not the favorite season through Westbridge, because of their town being average sized and average built, the winter chill still made the houses freeze, and villagers stay in their homes by the fire.
Beor and his brother we’re just heading home from the market, they decided that they’d take the path through the woods, for a longer walk.
“It’s pretty late Morzan, we should move faster.” Beor said as a swift cool wind blew by, running up his spine.
“Don’t worry about it; we should be approaching the crossroads soon. Besides, I want to stop off at the Milbern Store; Howard just came back from his trip outside of the country.” Morzan replied.
Beor and Morzan were one of the closest. Not just as brothers, but as friends. They had a special bond that was unbreakable. Beor could talk to Morzan any way he could, they were meant to live as brothers, and to be as brothers. The saying, pure blood brothers could be used to describe their affiliation. Throughout their life, they strived together, and they thought and spoke the same way. Even if there was a four year difference in age, they were always at the same level. It was always hard for most to describe their relationship, because no one really understood it. Even so, many had difficultly understanding the complex personality of Morzan, but Beor always understood, and respected it.
Howard Milbern was a traveler and bard. Howard was a sturdy, middle-aged man. He had long brown hair, with eyes that always made him appear as if he were squinting. Whenever he came back from his travels, he would always tell everyone about the outside world, and its glory. Beor always wanted to join Howard in his adventures, but his parents never let him because of his age.
The two boys turned the forests corner to see Milberns house. The Milberns had turned their house into a shop ever since Howard started to build up on his collections. Villagers from Westbridge would visit to buy exotic artifacts.
“Howard! How have you been doing?” Beor called out from afar.
Howard turned and smiled instantly recognizing Beor’s voice. “Just fine boys, anything new in Westbridge?”
“Always the same Howard, nothing ever exciting happens around here anymore. But tell us about your adventures.” Morzan replied.
“Of course, come on inside, Jen will put on a pot of oak berry tea and we’ll talk.” Howard said, welcoming the two boys inside of his house.
Howard and Jen Milbern we’re good friends of Beor’s family. Their house was large, and cozy. The two boys entered the house to see Mrs. Milbern smiling, she was cleaning the floors.
“So nice to see you boys, sit down please, Howard you should’ve told me we were having company, I would’ve gotten a little better dressed.” She sat up kissed Mr. Milbern on the cheek. Mrs.Milbern was always a very nice woman, who always had a bright smile on her face. She had long blonde hair, and was very slim.
“You look as fine as ever dear, besides it’s only the Denmar’s children.” Howard said, with his arm over his wife. He was a very bright man and had gained a lot of knowledge, from traveling, and from the books he bought. He could speak many different languages, including Higorian which was Dragon tongue. Higorian was probably one of the hardest languages to speak, and only few humans knew how to speak it. Beor and Morzan had always wondered how Howard could learn to speak such a complex language like Higorian, but of course being a traveler means you must be able to speak many different languages, to communicate with other provinces and countries.
Beor and Morzan sat down on a large cloth sheeted couch. “So tell us about the outside world Howard.”
Howard chuckled. “Well, where do I start? Life goes on boys, the world turns and we change with it.”
Morzan and Beor stared, listening closely to the man.
“Just outside of our country however, are the gates of Gruel’los. Beyond the gates is the actual town Gruel’los, which is a small Norian town. “
Morzan sat up. “Norians? What are they?”
“A type of orc dear, one of the more friendly kind.” Jen said, as she sat on the armrest beside Howard. “Charming too, Howard dragged me up there for our anniversary.”
“And I’m sure I had to be jealous dear, because I know one of them would try to sweep you away.” Howard said sarcastically.
“Oh stop it, I know you were.” Jen lightly pushed Howard.
“Anyway boys, the Norians are indeed orcs, not the brutal ones you’ve heard stories about, and these are the more intellectual ones. Gruel’los is basically their only town, since most of them have died. Anyway, this male I know as Krog said that there were rumors of a special group, named the Lightbournes, something to that name, and they have started some sort of uprising in the Middle East, near Humorg. They’re currently fighting against this tribe known as the Tujal, which is an ancient language that means Protectors. Krog wasn’t sure why there fighting exactly, because when he went to patrol the countries outskirts that day, he only spoke with a Lightbourne soldier, which wouldn’t tell him.”
“So where did the Lightbourne originate from?” Beor asked curiously.
“I’m not sure, but I think it was in Kalras, which is a city close to Humorg. Another friend of mine in Gruel’los is a map maker, so next time I visit; I should grab one off him and show you two.” Howard replied, rubbing his chin.
Mrs.Milbern turned to Howard. “Honey, tell them about the Clorian’s you encountered.
Howard turned to the boys again. “Do you know what a Clorian is boys?”
“I think so; I saw one in Orloon Village last summer.” Morzan replied.
“Right, I saw them there too. Well, I was walking from Gruel’los when I saw a large group of them. And as you know, they live all the way up north in Kurak, so they’ve come a long way from there. Anyway, I spoke to a few of them, and they’ve actually been almost completely driven out of Kurak. In fact some of them mentioned something about a white demon leading hordes of Dragons, it sounded pretty dangerous.”
“Dragons? Demons?” Beor exclaimed.
“Yes, but I wouldn’t worry too much about it Beor, that’s very far away from here, I’m sure it took the Clorians months to get where we are. But the Clorians said that most of their clan had split up, some went farther north into Kurak, others went west into the Sumin Plains, and others came our way. It does worry me a little to hear of such dark events in the world.” Howard scratched his chin again.
After a few hours of talking, drinking and sharing more adventures and tales, the day became dark.
“Dear, it’s getting pretty late and I’m sure the boy’s parents are getting a little worried.” Jen said, tapping Howard’s shoulder.
“Right dear, sorry boys its time to go.” He stood up and stretched, as did the two boys.
Howard led them to the door, and waved goodbye as the boys left to go home. Before they left, Howard asked if they wanted to join him on his trip to Orloon Harbor tomorrow, since he wanted to open a stand and make profit of his artifacts.
The Milberns house wasn’t far from Beor’s home, but nightfall came and the wolves would come out. Often, the wolves wouldn’t attack people on sight, but lately something has been causing them to be more aggressive. The wolves weren’t the only problem around, sometimes even in the calmest skies, rain would fall from the skies for almost the whole day. There was a rumor that a guard from Orloon Village went missing when he wandered into the forests to follow a strange noise. Many presumed he was dead, but signs were put up incase any people had seen him. So far, these affects didn’t really make people care, and many continued to live their lives peacefully in the southern parts of Istaril.
Night rose, and Beor’s family sat down for a late dinner. The boys sat down next to each at the table, in front of the fire.
“So how is old Howard? I haven’t talked to him in months.” Mr. Denmar asked.
“Fine, he just came back from his travels to Gruel’los, so he told us what was going on up there.” Beor said, after swallowing his meat.
“Well, Howard’s always got something new to tell and sing in Westbridge doesn’t he.” Mrs. Denmar answered theoretically speaking. Beor’s mother was named Kimdra, but most called her Kim. She was very kind woman, sometimes she would lose her temper, but most of the time she seemed to look on the Brightside of things, even in the most troubled times. Beor’s father, Jerald was very strict. He wanted his boys to grow up healthy and become successful. It wasn’t something forced upon them, but it’s what every father wants of their children. Jerald and Kim met in Port Ferindas, which was built beside the long beaches of the Giant’s Ocean. They spent their time on the beach, waiting for the sun to go down. Jerald and Kim always said those were some of the best days of their lives, being alone in front of the blue ocean, with no one their to judge them except Galiant himself. The couple always wanted to buy a house in Forlene, and live the rest of their lives alone together on the beach.
“Well next time you see Mrs. Milbern, tell her I’ve heard of a great new trail to take for our morning walks.” Kim said smiling.
“Mom, Howard’s going down to Orloon, do you think Beor and I could join him?” Morzan asked.
Kim lifted an eyebrow, and then stared at her husband. Jerald looked puzzled. “Why is he going to Orloon?”
Beor shrugged. “He travels, why else.”
Kim stared at Jerald, waiting for his response.
Jerald sat back. “Fine.”
Kim smiled lightly.
In the small far-off village of Westbridge, there lived the humans and elves. The two races had cooperated and lived together peacefully, not having any tribulations. Past the village were the fields of Foris where the clean rivers flowed. A bed of daises filled the country side, and the warm sun bathed the entire field. Women would bring their daughters to pick daisies and gather water from the cool rivers. Boys would play in the fields, and swim in the rivers, or just read peacefully under a small apple tree. Men would go into the tall lush Oak forests and bring home vast amounts of lumber to their family.
The country Faylus resided in southern Istaril, past the small Ouro islands, and through the mountains, away from the world’s conflict. Inside the village, Elves and humans traded, gambled, and shared drinks in the local pub.
During the day, human and elves both worked equally. Westbridge was a growing community. The elves that lived with the humans were specifically known as Elurians. They were a smaller race of elves that were shorter, slower and calmer than the common fierce elves in the towns and cities across Euguras. Elurians acted a lot like humans, but didn’t look like them. The elves had soft pale skin, with brown hair. No one had ever seen an elf that didn’t have brown hair. Some traders would go to the nearest Town of Orloon Lake to sell and exchange various foods, tools, devices and sometimes weapons. Orloon lake was far more known for its military then Westbridge was, mostly because they we’re closer to the countries border which meant that Orloon was basically a wall protecting the other small villages behind it. Orloon’s lake covered much of the countries border, so the town was built around the lake. During the warm seasons of spring, other countries ships would sail in and visit for awhile. The visitors traded, gambled and bedded women around the town. Mostly though, their arrival was a festival, for many street parties and boat races we’re held in the outsider’s arrival. People from Westbridge and Noxshire would travel to Orloon for the events and prize money.
A boy named Beor lived in the small town of Westbridge, with his family. He was almost sixteen, and average height. Beor’s eyes we’re blue like the rivers of Westbridge, and his hair was short and brown. The boy’s face was soft, but had a few scars. Even though was Beor was very slim, he was muscular. His skin was lightly tanned, and coarse much like his fathers. He had been working since he was eight, to provide for his family. He would follow the traders to different villages and observe at times, or he would stay in Westbridge and make a living at the Westbridge Lumber industries. Even though Beor’s father was a senator, he still worked for himself. The money that Beor received would build up day and day, until Beor could afford to buy a boat, and travel outside the country with his older brother Morzan. However, since the emperor’s bill was passed, the Faylian gold was plummeting, and it made it harder for one to travel. Beor’s brother, Morzan was about the same size as Beor, but much larger. Morzan’s physique always appeared muscular and built, even if he didn’t work for it. His eyes were very low and sad, and his skin pale. His eyes brows were thin and small. Morzan wasn’t always how he was, but he had made rapid changes around the age of fifteen. Not to say that Morzan’s appearance frightened people, but he had a large scar, beside his right eye. No one was sure how he received it, only Beor asked the day he showed up with it, Morzan did not reply. Morzan was now currently twenty years old, strong and bright. Since he was seven, he talked to himself. Morzan did have friends, but few and he mostly thought to discard them. Sometimes Morzan would be angry or depressed with himself, his parents never understood Morzan, but they tried to love him as much as they could, as did Morzan.
The year was autumn and winter was around the corner. The animals around the country prepared themselves for a harsh winter, but the villagers enjoyed the last few weeks of fall, hoping for a safe and silent winter. Winter was not the favorite season through Westbridge, because of their town being average sized and average built, the winter chill still made the houses freeze, and villagers stay in their homes by the fire.
Beor and his brother we’re just heading home from the market, they decided that they’d take the path through the woods, for a longer walk.
“It’s pretty late Morzan, we should move faster.” Beor said as a swift cool wind blew by, running up his spine.
“Don’t worry about it; we should be approaching the crossroads soon. Besides, I want to stop off at the Milbern Store; Howard just came back from his trip outside of the country.” Morzan replied.
Beor and Morzan were one of the closest. Not just as brothers, but as friends. They had a special bond that was unbreakable. Beor could talk to Morzan any way he could, they were meant to live as brothers, and to be as brothers. The saying, pure blood brothers could be used to describe their affiliation. Throughout their life, they strived together, and they thought and spoke the same way. Even if there was a four year difference in age, they were always at the same level. It was always hard for most to describe their relationship, because no one really understood it. Even so, many had difficultly understanding the complex personality of Morzan, but Beor always understood, and respected it.
Howard Milbern was a traveler and bard. Howard was a sturdy, middle-aged man. He had long brown hair, with eyes that always made him appear as if he were squinting. Whenever he came back from his travels, he would always tell everyone about the outside world, and its glory. Beor always wanted to join Howard in his adventures, but his parents never let him because of his age.
The two boys turned the forests corner to see Milberns house. The Milberns had turned their house into a shop ever since Howard started to build up on his collections. Villagers from Westbridge would visit to buy exotic artifacts.
“Howard! How have you been doing?” Beor called out from afar.
Howard turned and smiled instantly recognizing Beor’s voice. “Just fine boys, anything new in Westbridge?”
“Always the same Howard, nothing ever exciting happens around here anymore. But tell us about your adventures.” Morzan replied.
“Of course, come on inside, Jen will put on a pot of oak berry tea and we’ll talk.” Howard said, welcoming the two boys inside of his house.
Howard and Jen Milbern we’re good friends of Beor’s family. Their house was large, and cozy. The two boys entered the house to see Mrs. Milbern smiling, she was cleaning the floors.
“So nice to see you boys, sit down please, Howard you should’ve told me we were having company, I would’ve gotten a little better dressed.” She sat up kissed Mr. Milbern on the cheek. Mrs.Milbern was always a very nice woman, who always had a bright smile on her face. She had long blonde hair, and was very slim.
“You look as fine as ever dear, besides it’s only the Denmar’s children.” Howard said, with his arm over his wife. He was a very bright man and had gained a lot of knowledge, from traveling, and from the books he bought. He could speak many different languages, including Higorian which was Dragon tongue. Higorian was probably one of the hardest languages to speak, and only few humans knew how to speak it. Beor and Morzan had always wondered how Howard could learn to speak such a complex language like Higorian, but of course being a traveler means you must be able to speak many different languages, to communicate with other provinces and countries.
Beor and Morzan sat down on a large cloth sheeted couch. “So tell us about the outside world Howard.”
Howard chuckled. “Well, where do I start? Life goes on boys, the world turns and we change with it.”
Morzan and Beor stared, listening closely to the man.
“Just outside of our country however, are the gates of Gruel’los. Beyond the gates is the actual town Gruel’los, which is a small Norian town. “
Morzan sat up. “Norians? What are they?”
“A type of orc dear, one of the more friendly kind.” Jen said, as she sat on the armrest beside Howard. “Charming too, Howard dragged me up there for our anniversary.”
“And I’m sure I had to be jealous dear, because I know one of them would try to sweep you away.” Howard said sarcastically.
“Oh stop it, I know you were.” Jen lightly pushed Howard.
“Anyway boys, the Norians are indeed orcs, not the brutal ones you’ve heard stories about, and these are the more intellectual ones. Gruel’los is basically their only town, since most of them have died. Anyway, this male I know as Krog said that there were rumors of a special group, named the Lightbournes, something to that name, and they have started some sort of uprising in the Middle East, near Humorg. They’re currently fighting against this tribe known as the Tujal, which is an ancient language that means Protectors. Krog wasn’t sure why there fighting exactly, because when he went to patrol the countries outskirts that day, he only spoke with a Lightbourne soldier, which wouldn’t tell him.”
“So where did the Lightbourne originate from?” Beor asked curiously.
“I’m not sure, but I think it was in Kalras, which is a city close to Humorg. Another friend of mine in Gruel’los is a map maker, so next time I visit; I should grab one off him and show you two.” Howard replied, rubbing his chin.
Mrs.Milbern turned to Howard. “Honey, tell them about the Clorian’s you encountered.
Howard turned to the boys again. “Do you know what a Clorian is boys?”
“I think so; I saw one in Orloon Village last summer.” Morzan replied.
“Right, I saw them there too. Well, I was walking from Gruel’los when I saw a large group of them. And as you know, they live all the way up north in Kurak, so they’ve come a long way from there. Anyway, I spoke to a few of them, and they’ve actually been almost completely driven out of Kurak. In fact some of them mentioned something about a white demon leading hordes of Dragons, it sounded pretty dangerous.”
“Dragons? Demons?” Beor exclaimed.
“Yes, but I wouldn’t worry too much about it Beor, that’s very far away from here, I’m sure it took the Clorians months to get where we are. But the Clorians said that most of their clan had split up, some went farther north into Kurak, others went west into the Sumin Plains, and others came our way. It does worry me a little to hear of such dark events in the world.” Howard scratched his chin again.
After a few hours of talking, drinking and sharing more adventures and tales, the day became dark.
“Dear, it’s getting pretty late and I’m sure the boy’s parents are getting a little worried.” Jen said, tapping Howard’s shoulder.
“Right dear, sorry boys its time to go.” He stood up and stretched, as did the two boys.
Howard led them to the door, and waved goodbye as the boys left to go home. Before they left, Howard asked if they wanted to join him on his trip to Orloon Harbor tomorrow, since he wanted to open a stand and make profit of his artifacts.
The Milberns house wasn’t far from Beor’s home, but nightfall came and the wolves would come out. Often, the wolves wouldn’t attack people on sight, but lately something has been causing them to be more aggressive. The wolves weren’t the only problem around, sometimes even in the calmest skies, rain would fall from the skies for almost the whole day. There was a rumor that a guard from Orloon Village went missing when he wandered into the forests to follow a strange noise. Many presumed he was dead, but signs were put up incase any people had seen him. So far, these affects didn’t really make people care, and many continued to live their lives peacefully in the southern parts of Istaril.
Night rose, and Beor’s family sat down for a late dinner. The boys sat down next to each at the table, in front of the fire.
“So how is old Howard? I haven’t talked to him in months.” Mr. Denmar asked.
“Fine, he just came back from his travels to Gruel’los, so he told us what was going on up there.” Beor said, after swallowing his meat.
“Well, Howard’s always got something new to tell and sing in Westbridge doesn’t he.” Mrs. Denmar answered theoretically speaking. Beor’s mother was named Kimdra, but most called her Kim. She was very kind woman, sometimes she would lose her temper, but most of the time she seemed to look on the Brightside of things, even in the most troubled times. Beor’s father, Jerald was very strict. He wanted his boys to grow up healthy and become successful. It wasn’t something forced upon them, but it’s what every father wants of their children. Jerald and Kim met in Port Ferindas, which was built beside the long beaches of the Giant’s Ocean. They spent their time on the beach, waiting for the sun to go down. Jerald and Kim always said those were some of the best days of their lives, being alone in front of the blue ocean, with no one their to judge them except Galiant himself. The couple always wanted to buy a house in Forlene, and live the rest of their lives alone together on the beach.
“Well next time you see Mrs. Milbern, tell her I’ve heard of a great new trail to take for our morning walks.” Kim said smiling.
“Mom, Howard’s going down to Orloon, do you think Beor and I could join him?” Morzan asked.
Kim lifted an eyebrow, and then stared at her husband. Jerald looked puzzled. “Why is he going to Orloon?”
Beor shrugged. “He travels, why else.”
Kim stared at Jerald, waiting for his response.
Jerald sat back. “Fine.”
Kim smiled lightly.
