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Our tale begins in a time of strife, where war and chaos filled the lands and skies of our beloved world we have come to know as Azeroth. It was a time when a plague of rot and undeath ran rampant through the lands, a time when ancient evils were battled against on all fronts and a time where certain individuals... willing or not, became...heroes.

Our maint focus for the time being is a young blood elf, a creature once known for it's royal splendor and mystical might long ago as a member of the High Elven race, now reduced to a civilization ravaged by a supernatural hunger and forced to acts of cruelty that would sheer the skin off of an ogre's back.. this particular blood elf is named Evaliir Leafstrider, veteran of the war against the scourge that tore through Silvermoon City, experienced tracker, marksman and master of the wilds whom fought against the demonic forces of the Legion upon the broken and torn world of the orcs, side by side with Alliance and Horde alike in the hopes of offering a new future to his people... or perhaps, simply to sate the supernatural lust for power that ate at every soul of the Sin'Dorei.

The elf known as Evaliir moved his feet in a swift dance across rock and stone as he slowly but surely moved his way along the side of the cliff, viscious winds roaring around him with little to no mercy as if the Stormpeaks themselves were to rise up against this lone ex-ranger as he headed toward his destination.. the objective of his mission that was given to him through various channels, only to reach his temporary camp on the very edge of the region where he hunted mammoths for their prescious hide and lustrious ivory, something that the ancient night elves that fathered his race would probably frown upon... but of course.. he couldnt quite care less... the profits and the demands of such fine luxury being in high demand by ranking officers of both Horde and Alliance was too much to just pass on by.

A loose rock gave out under a careless step and the elf found himself sliding down a steep and uncaring mountainside, rock and stone flying into his face, tattooed to resemble claws being dragged across his face in a sickly green to match his fel tainted eyes... in some ways... resembling the night elves themselves. He reached out his fingers and begun to dig them into the cliff face, pressing with all his might, regardless of the pain to find a hold, time seemed to drag on forever...and it seemed as if he would never stop falling... he struggled against the weight of gravity before finally finding a hook in the cliff face, coming to an abrupt stop that put a strain on his body that he often had to experience out here in the unforgiving northern continent. He groaned and grunted under the pressure as a mass of silvery white feathers landed upon a ledge slightly above his fingers, brilliant golden eyes staring down over a silver beak, the creature was without a doubt one of the frost dwarven birds and all Evaliir could do was to lock his eyes with it in silence.

(to be continued)

I love to read your stories, Helio. Even your basic descriptions are alive and just jump right off the page. I can't help but visualize them.

The young elf tightened his fingers upon the hold in the cliff, his eyes unmoving from the bird as he slowly released his left hand without losing his balance, slowly moving his fingers towards the hilt of a finely crafted elven blade at his hip, wrapping his fingers around the tightly bound leather straps at the very moment that the large bird narrowed it's eyes and dived for the elf's throat with monstrous talons and a shriek full of outrage towards the smaller creature that dared to invade upon it's territory.

Fine elven steel flashed and met with the powerful talons as elf and beast collided at full force, sending both flying off the cliffside... nearly killing the young ranger if not for his quick thoughts and equally quick reflexes that urged him to reach the leather bound digits of his free hand to take a firm grip upon the bird's feathered neck, a snarl of barely contained anger and rage crossing his face as he brought his blade across to slash at the beast, only to find it caught between the bird's beak and massive wings beat down on him with all due fury and rage as it brought the elf towards the cliff with it's powerful and merciless speed, dropping all it's weight into the impact.

Evaliir's back arched with pain, his scream muffled by the mass of feathers that pressed down upon him giving him little time to recover as the bird repeatidly slammed him into the unforgiving stone surface... It was all he could do to reach for yet another weapon, one he was trying to avoid the need to use, gripping his hands around it's wooden grip and pressing steel against the creature's chest, letting rounds fly directly into and through the creature's lungs and flesh... The bird screamed and send the elf flying with a screech, the much smaller form landing on all fours, immediately lifting his face up to stare at the bird in it's moment of torture before death.

The ranger slowly stood up with his hand upon the hilt of a longer blade as the bird's movements slowed, it's breath coming in short rapid and painful heaves of it's bleedig chest. Evaliir moved closer to the bird, taking firm and purposeful strides quickly drawing a long and elegant blade, twirling it in a wide arc through his fingers until the blade reversed itself in his hands.

He stood over the dwarf friendly bird, a mixture of anger, hatred and pity moving through his one good eye... the bird's eyes filled with anger in it's loss, trying without much of any success to lift it's head to continue the fight... a weak screech echoing out of it's beak a split second before the elven blade came down upon it's throat, the fine steel that made the weapon glittering under the light and bathing itself in blood, happily feasting upon the dying breath of it's enemy and the elf watched the bird die without changing expression, unmoving as he watched the creature that fought him with all it's strength just moments ago bleed it's last bit of life onto the snow covered cliff.

Evaliir let out a sigh before muttering under his breath "Light... I swear I dont get paid enough sometimes."

(to be continued)

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Excellent as always!

Saturo wrote:/love

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