The Orc fell and the arrow snapped under the weight of the body and the armor. Acaeb was still no where to be seen. Racieus soon appeared in Sigurd's shadow. 

"I spring you from jail, and you do not even let me have the last kill" Moaned the Halfling. Sigurd made a short dash for a sentry post ten paces to his left, ignoring this latest qualm from the little man. An eerie glow was omitting from near the camps center. Sigurd let out a belated laugh. "Well, I think I know where the Wizard is, and it looks like he has some less then hospitable friends."

Grumdig looked blankly at Haldurin. "What does he mean less then hospitable friends? Surely this a hypocritical statement..." Grumdig made a snappy response. "It means more Orcs to slash! And I shall kill twice as many as you!" "What? You kill twice the amount I shall be killing, you are a comedian brother! For I shall be killing trice the amount of Orcs then you!" "The only way you will kill that many is if you run ahead right now....."

Grumdig just realized what he said and broke into sprint down the small trench that led to the camps epicenter. Haldurin quickly gathered pace and followed. They could be heard shouting as they ran, not to Acaebs assistance, but rather to settle a sibling dispute. "I killed 50 more then you so far on this short journey alone!" Grunted Haldurin as he struggled to catch Grumdig who was running through the trenches like a steam train going down a hill without any form of breaking system. "You never were very good at maths! For I killed several dozen at least back there, you only got the scraps I let go your way!"

There voices faded and Kaer gave Sigurd a worrying look followed by. "At least we can laugh at them. Acaeb will not be pleased when he witnesses who his rescuers are, thats if he needs rescuing." Racieus jogged over to Kaer and shouted toward the Elf. "Come on Big Ears, we haven't got all day." "I am taking another route little man, I shall join you both there." Kaer shared a mystified look with the Halfling but they jogged after the Dwarf twins. 

The camps trenches were bleak and dark. But neither the half Elf or the Halfling were having difficulties figuring out where the Dwarves went. There typically massive cave dwellers boots foot prints were very distinguishable, even in the light deprived trenches.

A shadow flashed by there heads. Racieus turned, weapons ready. They stood back to back, but there was no sign of the shadow reemerging. They jogged on, slightly more cautious then before, but they soon arrived at the eerie glow.

Although they could not see around the last corner of the trench and into the possible arena where they were about to save the Wizard. They could hear the cries of "I just killed another Brother!" and "Taking your time arn't we?!" Kaer sighed. "They never stop, not even in battle." Racieus laughed and much to Kaers dismay. "I am going to kill more than you half Elf!" He ran full speed into the eerie glow...

Kaer slowly brought his broadsword around and held it firmly in place. One step at a time he entered the glow.

Thumph!

Suddenly Kaer was on his back. It was Sigurd. "Not a step further my friend. This fog is playing tricks with our mind. We must now rescue the others. I can see the doubt on your face. I assure you, it is not Acaeb that does this. This magic is far older and darker then our friend. Follow me." Kaer looked a little taken back, which seemed fair considering the new situation. "But Racieus, and the Dwarves. I can hear them fighting." Sigurd sighed. "I can too. It is part of the trick. The only way we can save them is getting to the source. I have located it." A suspicious look flashed across the half Elves strong face. "But if you knew...." Sigurd was quick to iron out any mistrust. "I had only an inkling of a thought. It hadn't yet clicked in my mind. That is why I tried a different route. And that is where we are going.

Moments later.....

"So explain to me, what is the plan Sigurd Villentious of the High Elven Guard, because excuse my seemingly willingless attitude, but I am not entirely sure I should trust you for this." Sigurd smiled. "Watch and do what you feel is right".

Sigurd drew his finest Elven arrow. And readied his bow. He aimed it at about a 30 degree angle. And let the arrow release. It soared through the air. Sigurd turned around to look at Kaer, he smiled. And the The Elven Guard dived into the thick mythical fog....

Kaer could do nothing but stand there. Cold, alone and without any idea what he should do. His broadsword could do little against mother nature. His magic was nowhere near powerful enough to deal with this ancient force and his will was drained after the possibility of losing all his companions in a matter of moments.

Then the fog began to retreat. Kaer's face lifted. The beginnings of a smile crept across his face. The sounds of battle faded into nothing but a memory.

Then a large explosion erupted from the far reaches of the remains of the fog. Kaer leaped down into the trenches once again. And ran for the source of the heat.

When he got there the small band soon to be known as the Heroes of Teranore were gathered around, what appeared to be a body. Kaer ran at full tilt to the group. 

Sigurd lay on the ground. Blood streamed from his side and his head was at a perculiar angle. Racieus was kneeling at his side with tears coming from his eyes. "The last thing I said to him was come on Big Ears! I liked him really" Racieus seemed to be more upset then anyone else.

Acaeb approached the group. With a slight limp. "The fog has consumed him." Racieus burst out. "Is there anyway to save him?" Acaeb nodded. "There is a way to bring him back. But it involves killing the wizard who cast this spell. And let me state that this man is no joke, he could kill us all if we do not concentrate." 

Kaer could not help but gasp. Racieus rose. "What are we waiting for! Well. Dwarves? Anybody?" Raceuis seemed to be alone in his quest to save the Elf. "I shall assist." Kaer said. His voice shaking. 

"Then it is settled. Dwarves you will be joining us as well. And you Neradin. I shall lead the party. Kaer, organize a sling so that we may bring Sigurd with us. Make haste now! We cannot afford to dwindle on this! Come now!"

Acaeb continued to describe the labyrinth that awaited them. "You all may know the legend. You all may think these are just folk tales but they are true. And now we must end the Legend of Merlin......"

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Name: Racieus
Age: 43 (in halfling years)
Race: Halfling
Appearance: Short like most halflings. Light brown hair. lightly muscled, strong, but not huge. Light green eyes.
Personality: Fun-loving, noble, determined, and mischeivous.
History: Before the war he was a burglar. His village was one of the first to be attacked and he barely made it out alive. He has honed the abilities he learned as a burglar and made them more fit for an assassin. His senses are very acute.-Starwarsfreak117

Name: Sigurd Villentious
Race: Elf
Age: as he is an Elf he appears to be no more then 35, however his actual age is nearing 1500 years.
Appearance: Standing at 6"2, with broad shoulders, this sets him apart from the average Elf who generally have slim builds. Long Brown Hair, tied into a ponytail. Midnight blue eyes. Well built.
Personality: Shy when in the company of strangers, but sarcastic and witty when with friends. Is known to be a little perculiar. Patient
History: Having grown up behind the powerful Elven walls, he has not seen much action when it comes to war. But having being often picked on by Elves his age, he has grown to become very patient and wise as to when to make a move. -DTMN

Kaer Fore
Age:24
Race: Half-Elf
Appearance: Slim is missing the pointed ears of the elves but has a pale complexion, is has some human charestics but lacks some of the muscle power of humans. Stands at six feet. Blond haired and forest green eyes. Wears a green cloak which coverer the eleven leather armour he wears underneath it. Carries a broadsword and bow on his back. the armour is brownish black.
Personality: He tries to keep his eleven hieritage by trying to be disconnected aloof and intelligent. But his human side is much stronger, is Headstrong and prone to fits of anger. His emotions are usually very powerful, he hides them. Is very friendly and but not Naive. Has some skill with magic but has declared himself an expert swordsmen or ranger.
History: He grew up in a small village in the valleys of large mountian peaks, before the war he was being mentored by the only other half elf in the village. He was trying to become a wizard but his mentor died when the village had been attacked. Since then him and his fellow villagers have been running trying to enter the elven borders.-chimerakiller2

Name: Sirananth Dread-Wing (Just Sirananth when in Human form)

Age: Unknown

Race: Dragon

Appearance: In full form Sirananth appears as a huge black dragon with piercing red eyes that have been said to throw even the most courageous men into a full retreat. In his human form, he appears as a heavily armored man standing around six foot one inch (6' 1") has jet black hair and a sword named Narduras Alasol (meaning 'Unending Darkness). (It should be noted that his armor is full plate with the main color being black with the accent of blood red) His eyes are of a piercing violet as his red eye-color has seeped into his original blue human color over the centuries (millennia?)

Personality: Dark and brooding; is patient to a fault but when he moves, everything shies away no matter how strong of heart or sound of mind they are. He prefers words to actions when alone but when he foregoes words altogether, nothing can stop him.

History: (About to be revealed in my first chapter)-Spockeh

Name: Acaeb
Age: 74
Race: Human
Appearance: 5' 10'' and still very fit for his age. As a Wizard, age does not take as much of a toll on him as with other humans. He has white hair and green eyes. He wears the Red Robes of a crepusculi who are adept at both Dark Magic and White Magic.
Personality: Very serious. Due to a hard childhood Acaeb is sometimes prone to violence. He is arrogant, but not haughty. Prefers quiet to obnoxious chatter.
History: Never able to do quite as much as the other boys in his village Acaeb was not promoted to a full warrior. It was about this time (at age 18) that Acaeb's first magical abilities began to appear. He was found by his soon-to-be master, and was trained in both the Dark Arts, and the White Magic. Instead of devoting his life to a certain path, Acaeb chose to become a master in both, and eventually earned the honor of a Red Robe. Out of the three, the Red Robes are the most feared, for it takes supreme skill to master even one of the two Paths, the reds are profficient in both. His anger at his youth is his driving motivation to become the most powerful wielder of the arts that he can. -Starwarsfreak117

Name(s): Haldurin and Grumdig
Age: Both aged 19
Race: Dwarven
Appearance:
- Haldurin : Stands at 4ft3. Long golden brown hair. Rough weather worn beard.
- Grumdig : Stands at 4ft2. Long curled red hair. Short stubble beard.
Personality:
- Haldurin: Grumpy. Loves a fight. Despite being a dwarf, he struggles holding his drink. excellent fighter whilst drunk.
- Grumdig : More patient then Haldurin. Just as equal in fighting skill. A "posh" dwarf. Prefers wine to mead.
History: As the first recorded Dwarven twins, there was a mixed view on the pair. Outcast from day one by all but their Mother and Father, they have vowed to fight and earn respect for their Family. -DTMN

Name: Neradin Bane
Age: Unknown
Race: Human. partial immortal can be killed if he wounded enough.
Appearance: Wears a black cloak,and white underneath the cloak, pants are in similar manor, wears and orange sash at the waste. stands at six feet, muscular,wide grin on his face. Carries an oversized sword that reaches the length of his body and is about six inches across. Has a scar running across his right eye to across to his left cheek. His eyes are Dark orange almost resembling an abyss of fire.
Personality: Violent, loves fighting, hates a boring fight. Usually trys to keep powerful, intelligent oppenents a second chance to live so he can fight them again.Fearless ,and cares very little about mortal affairs unless it involves a promising fight. Usually trys to not connect to people but if he does he is a very caring and protective person.
History: Long ago he fought an enemy who served a powerful almost god like wizard. He challenged him after killing all of his under servers. The wizard struck him down quickly but however thought it would be entertaining to heal him before he died and gave him partail imortality. In a sense giving him a second chance only for him to fail again. However when given a second chance Neradin killed the wizard.

Name: Astrial Neventa
Age: appears to be 27
Race: elf
Appearance: slender, lean build, black hair about mid back, deep blue-green eyes, stands about 5'11, wears light but sturdy armor that is a dark green, wears slightly loose cloths, long brown traveling cloak, carries a pair of dual blades (attached to her waist) and a short sword on her back. (optional) travels with a small young boy/ dragon.
Personality: Reserved, witty, doesn't really like fighting weaklings, tends to get along well with others, insanely brave, she is a Jack of all trades and master of many.
History: She grew up outside of the of the elven city with her father loosing her mother at birth. When her and her father are ambushed by orcs in the forest her father hides her in the bushes before they notice. Her father is taken and killed and she is left alone. She starts traveling around to different places to learn how to fight and kills for a living. (optional) She runs into a boy that is laying on the side of the road and he ends up being a dragon. He only respects and listens to Astrial. He agrees to travel with her in order to get back home but decides to stay by her side. - Alex Walker

Name: Toni'rah Meshielt
Age: 25
Race: Human
Appearance: Long black hair that is normally braided, stands about 6'1, slender with a strong build, grey eyes, wears armored braces on arms and legs, has a crap load of hidden weapons. Carries a bow and quiver made from white spirit oak (strong stuff) Duel blades and multiple throwing knives.
Personality: Very quiet and tends to often drift off into thought, a combat genius, stubborn within reason, values honor and loyalty, and a gifted blacksmith.
History: She ran away from home when she was young and was taken in by a lonely blacksmith. Growing up there she learned the trade of a blacksmith and blade smithing. She far surpassed him and became a Master blacksmith and left to journey on her own. Alex Walker

updated Feb 5 by chimerakiller2