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It was a hot spring day. The People of Sur’Duvan were not simple people, they were users of magic. Some light wizards, some dark warlocks. Though some used light magic and some used dark, there never really was a war between anyone. The village was a simple village with dirt roads through it in every direction. The Houses were made of wood, some painted in different colors, and the wizards used their magic to make the wood different colors.
In a remote area in the Dur’vanu also known as “Death’s Hollow” a girl named Polria awoke from her favorite spot. She was lying down in a tree; she was out trying to kill an orc that happened to walk by. So far she had gotten three, they were all carrying important messages for the king orc. The Kingdom of the orc’s is located in Gu’Ou. The shadowed keep of the king was that of a thousand terrors. The King was cruel, often executing people for nothing. But the king was in dire need of help.
The Reason the king sent his scouts out to send messages through out the land’s so that some may answer his call for aid. The orc’s were at war with the goblins, the goblins were just as cruel and vile as the orc’s accept the orc’s were out numbered a thousand to one. “It’s amazing, the orc’s are always against the world of man, until their in dire need, and then they come crawling to us” Polria thought to her self. Polria was about seventeen.
Polria is an elf, she is about five foot six, and she has blonde hair. Her face has several scars and burns from battle, in her village, in the rare occasion they were at war with anyone, everyone period was called to fight. If they refused they would be exiled and sent to the Rivn’Nok or “The Place of death”. It was so called because there was very little food, even less water, and hundreds of spirits.
These Spirits were no normal Spirits; these are the spirits of those who have died in this terrible place. They are very hostile spirits; they will kill any thing on site. She recalled an old saying that her mother always told her “To any who dare to tread in that terrible place, I truly pity them, for that will be a horrible death.”
Unfortunately, she had indeed been sent to tread in such a terrible place, for refusing to fight her very own brother. The Reason she is hunting orc’s is because they often have gold on them and there are a few shops along the way to the accursed place. The places sell food and water, also weapons so that anyone can survive.
Polria set off for the accursed realm, around her was dead tree’s as far as the eye could see. The path ahead was dark, filled with shadows of things that aren’t there. The Canyon she now walked in had the creepy howl of the wind, and the feel of the hollow air surrounded her, this was truly the place for no one. But she had one choice, to walk it to the end, for if anyone took the spear of the head ghost back to her village, they would be un exiled. The hollow Canyon felt like something that cannot be described, it has the silent sound, like the calm before a vast Hurricane.
She would give almost anything to be able to go back to her village, but she knew she couldn’t. It was not the spirits in this dammed place that frightened her, it was the memories.
It was a hot spring day. The People of Sur’Duvan were not simple people, they were users of magic. Some light wizards, some dark warlocks. Though some used light magic and some used dark, there never really was a war between anyone. The village was a simple village with dirt roads through it in every direction. The Houses were made of wood, some painted in different colors, and the wizards used their magic to make the wood different colors.
In a remote area in the Dur’vanu also known as “Death’s Hollow” a girl named Polria awoke from her favorite spot. She was lying down in a tree; she was out trying to kill an orc that happened to walk by. So far she had gotten three, they were all carrying important messages for the king orc. The Kingdom of the orc’s is located in Gu’Ou. The shadowed keep of the king was that of a thousand terrors. The King was cruel, often executing people for nothing. But the king was in dire need of help.
The Reason the king sent his scouts out to send messages through out the land’s so that some may answer his call for aid. The orc’s were at war with the goblins, the goblins were just as cruel and vile as the orc’s accept the orc’s were out numbered a thousand to one. “It’s amazing, the orc’s are always against the world of man, until their in dire need, and then they come crawling to us” Polria thought to her self. Polria was about seventeen.
Polria is an elf, she is about five foot six, and she has blonde hair. Her face has several scars and burns from battle, in her village, in the rare occasion they were at war with anyone, everyone period was called to fight. If they refused they would be exiled and sent to the Rivn’Nok or “The Place of death”. It was so called because there was very little food, even less water, and hundreds of spirits.
These Spirits were no normal Spirits; these are the spirits of those who have died in this terrible place. They are very hostile spirits; they will kill any thing on site. She recalled an old saying that her mother always told her “To any who dare to tread in that terrible place, I truly pity them, for that will be a horrible death.”
Unfortunately, she had indeed been sent to tread in such a terrible place, for refusing to fight her very own brother. The Reason she is hunting orc’s is because they often have gold on them and there are a few shops along the way to the accursed place. The places sell food and water, also weapons so that anyone can survive.
Polria set off for the accursed realm, around her was dead tree’s as far as the eye could see. The path ahead was dark, filled with shadows of things that aren’t there. The Canyon she now walked in had the creepy howl of the wind, and the feel of the hollow air surrounded her, this was truly the place for no one. But she had one choice, to walk it to the end, for if anyone took the spear of the head ghost back to her village, they would be un exiled. The hollow Canyon felt like something that cannot be described, it has the silent sound, like the calm before a vast Hurricane.
She would give almost anything to be able to go back to her village, but she knew she couldn’t. It was not the spirits in this dammed place that frightened her, it was the memories.