WARS OF ERONOTH
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ARAWN LEOHT
“May the Light guide you.” The words were something that were passed along often from every individual within Goldvale, from the kingdom’s priesthood to the high elves who in recent years now occupied the capital city of the humans. Arawn would hear it nonstop from day to day as he made his rounds in the capital, walking through the crowded marketplaces and the noble’s districts, to the high elven part of the kingdom which was still being built and expanded. It was a saying that was spoken too frequently to the point it lost all meaning within the man. It was a phrase, nothing more. No longer did it hold a blessing, but it was empty and soulless, like their goddess Estra who supposedly loved her creations dearly in the stories that had been told to him by his former mentor as well as his late father.
His head tilted back as he looked up at the skies, his eyebrows knitting together in an expression akin to anger. Estra had long since abandoned them, and more personally had abandoned Arawn. The light no longer came to him, no longer was he filled with the holy powers that Estra would give to her chosen champions. The goddess had abandoned them, surely with the fall of Gracewood that much would be true. But, he’d be damned to give up now when the monsters that lurked beyond the Honorguard’s city of Goldvale were eyeing their lands. He’d kill each and every one of them with his own hands; that alone would cool the hatred burning deep in his heart toward those filthy animals.
Straighten up from his current position from leaning against a wall in the shade, nestled between both the human and elven districts, he took in a breath and exhaled. His patrol would not be done until late noon or until he would be given orders otherwise to be sent outside of the walls of the kingdom. But, he had to admit he’d much rather be within one of the taverns right now than walking about in the heat of day. With his heavy plate armor weighing down upon him, the heat was unbearable.
CALLUNA SUNSTRIDER
The blazing heat of the early morning sun could be felt within the temple that had been erected for the high elves in their part of Goldvale. The usually cool marble was now warm against her skin as the high elf priestess currently was kneeling upon her knees before a statue of the goddess, Estra. Calluna as dutiful as ever to the goddess would perform her daily rites before praying throughout the day for the well being of the soldiers of the light, and more importantly her people.
She knew the high elves were suffering from the loss of their homeland, she could even recall the green fields and lush forest, the elven architecture and the soft gurgling sounds of the rivers and the song of birds within the trees. It was all things that she and every high elf would miss dearly about their homeland, and perhaps Estra would be kind enough to bestow upon them mercy and favor against Tirinus’ evil creations? Evil creations indeed… Her hands clenched into tight fists as a searing hatred burned bright like a fire within her stomach, coiling upward to her throat. Yes, the blight that had taken her people’s home from her, had caused the death of her family, and had tortured her for years, they all must be purged.
The high elf’s eyes opened as she gazed upward at the lovely statue before her, the goddess’s arms stretched outward as if to give a loving embrace to any who approached, her beauty without rival, and yet from the blank features of the goddess, the high elven priestess felt a sense of sorrow within her heart. She had yet to hear anything from Estra, no signs of guidance or anything. It was as if the goddess had simply stopped responding to her prayers, her pleading. “…Merciful goddess, mother to us all… I will make sure that the blight that marks this land is purged, and all imperfections will be destroyed.” Calluna bowed her head to the warm marble flooring beneath her, closing her eyes as venom coated her tone, “All will be bathed in your light.”
TANITH
The heat of the sun the dragon could feel from even beneath the cover of Gracewood’s dense trees. It was a heavy warmth, but unlike the others, Tanith enjoyed the warmth that the heat provided. A low rumble settled within the dragon’s throat as she coiled her form upon the lush grass flooring, though snorted at the scent of blood that still lay thick upon the forest floor. Ah, she could remember the purge that had taken place here, as it lay fresh upon her mind. She couldn’t say that she felt particularly happy about the suffering the high elves had went through, after all these were creatures that were dearly loved by Estra, though hated by the god who fathered her through his blood, Tirinus. But, they were amongst the living, which made her heart feel… conflicted.
Her large orbs gazed lazily at the mortal races moving about before her. From orc, to demons, werewolves and vampires, they all were children of Tirinus, and were focused upon their work to place their mark upon Gracewood. The elven banners that held the insignia of the Honorguard had since been taken down and replaced with that of the Bloodbound, their supplies had been taken out and displayed for the mortals to determine if they were useful or not, and she could even hear the sound of axes being taken to the large trees within the woodlands to eventually be shipped back to the main camp within the desert. She knew little of what they did, or why they bothered, but the dragon was content to observe. After all, these little mortals proved to be very interesting so far.
BELLAS LIGHTSEER
Since being exiled by Calluna, Bellas had to say that hadn’t expected he or his followers to be accepted within the ranks of the Bloodbound so quickly. After all, they were high elves, and he knew that most of the people within the Bloodbound regarded his race as the enemy. But, of course Bellas was different from the people that merely followed behind the faith of Estra so blindly. He sought out greater power, and from that power alone he managed to find a path that suit him more than a stifling future with the Honorguard. Yes, Bellas had found somewhere that his power could grow without halt, and his followers, the fools would willingly follow him to the ends of the earth if they could even learn more of his methods. They all hungered from the void now.
As of now, Bellas was scavenging through the pilfered supplies that the Bloodbound had left out for those to go through, after having received permission of course. The supplies were either old magical texts or half-burned books that no longer were of use, even religious texts for Estra. He disregarded most of the books as they would have very little use to him or his followers. Yet, in the midst of his searching, he could hear a faint rumble and a voice as loud as avalanches begin to echo within his mind, “What are you doing, tiny elf?” Bellas nearly jumped as he turned around quickly, though coming face to face with the dragon that the Bloodbound apparently had captured a few months prior to Bellas selling out his city. The massive dragon unnerved him, primarily because of her sheer size, but she so far seemed friendly and docile enough. He actually had quite a few interesting conversations with the female so far, and was rather intrigued by the red dragon’s prowess, but he wasn’t sure were his boundaries were yet with the beast. No need to cause a dragon to act out in anger. But, he did desire knowledge, and the dragon was certainly ancient, that he knew very well.
“Ah, well just looking through some old books before they get discarded. Most of them are of no use to me I’m afraid.” He stepped closer to Tanith as the dragon tilted her head at him, “And I suppose you’re to be taking a nap again? Old age catching up to you so soon?” The dragon’s maw parted, and he could see the massive teeth that her mouth had been concealing causing an apprehensive shiver to go down his spine though perhaps it was a smile? “Old age? How bold of you. But even I need to rest,” The dragon raised a wing half way causing quite a few individuals to scurry backward in alarm, “My wing is still healing after all.”
GHORZA BLACKRAGE
The rhythmic sound of her axe striking the tree at its base was the only sound that would fill her ears, as the young half-orc had already felled quite a few massive trees that the high elves for some reason hadn’t chopped down. The great oak would soon fall before her, parting from its base and crashing to the floor as she took in a sharp breath, the heat coming through the trees being quite irritating. Sweat covered her from head to toe, and she could feel her arms burning with exhaustion but for now she knew she could not rest just yet.
From here, Ghorza had been given orders to hunt as well, something that she had become relatively good at recently due to the Bloodbound needing supplies and relying on their younger members to be acclimated to the daily lifestyle that demanded them to bring them many supplies to keep up with the amount that the warriors needed to eat in order to train. Admittedly, before in the desert they had been trapped in, resources were close to impossible to come by and survival was very, very difficult. But, now with Gracewood being such a lush forest and having a new camp in the form of the high elves’ former city, life was by far going to be much easier… that is if the Honorguard didn’t come charging back anytime soon.
With a huff, the woman grasped the axe she had been given and began hacking away at the large oak she had felled, dutifully cutting it into smaller pieces in order to be carried. She already had formed quite a large load behind her to be brought back to Gracewood, and after this duty would be finished, Ghorza would then head out again to hunt. She was determined to earn her way in the Bloodbound, although no one bat a single eye at her before, now she had been given a chance and she would take it with no hesitation. However, that didn’t mean that she felt too happy to be out chopping down trees and hacking away at wood.
She grumbled under her breath in irritation, “Do they see me as a joke?” The thought made her slam her axe into the tree’s bark in anger, though the force of the blow resulted in the axe’s handle snapping, causing her face to pale, looking upon the now broken axe as she grimaced. Damn it, they’ll take this out of my pay.
