Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up a few paragraphs from last week. The unicorns just saved them from an earthquake (or what felt like an earthquake).
“It didn’t seem natural, either,” Pashevel replied. “It doesn’t seem to have touched the village. Earthquakes are not usually that… localized.”
Marlia nodded. “Something’s happening,” she said. “I just wish I knew what, or what we’re supposed to do.”
“I think maybe we had better stop here for a bit,” he said quietly, dismounting.
Marlia joined him, reaching for her unicorn’s horn, reassuring herself that they were safe, at least for now.
Pashevel put his flute to his lips and drew magic into the notes. The air around them seemed to shimmer and they began to feel safer as the music sanctified the area where they sat. Marlia smiled and sent a prayer to Arithen, asking for guidance.
She shook her head as her eyes opened. “We’re supposed to follow the trail.”
Pashevel chuckled. “Well, that’s helpful,” he said. “And I’m sure the farmers would prefer that to us trampling through their fields.”
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince
Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village
Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first
Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast
Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.
But first, they have a problem to solve: how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?
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