The door closes behind you and you exuberantly dash out of the Adventure Mart to meet three of your best friends, Hailyn, Ciana and Paul at the bakery before heading off to the creek.  Hailyn, your next-door neighbour, has her auburn hair tied back and fixed with a hairpin in the style of the dancing monks of the Silver Eagle monastery, a foul look of anxiety across her face.  Ciana's golden curls obscure her face as she counts items in her picnic basket.  She looks up at you and smiles.  Paul is the only one missing, but it's not surprising, as he is a sailor on the Black Tiger and the ship only made port at the Kershaw river earlier this week.  He promised to come to Pasaveer as soon as he could, and if possibly he would meet them at the bakery when you got off work, or go directly to the creek if he missed the group there.  

"Hello Arrith," Ciana says to you.  After saying hello back, you:

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A basic, typical fantasy style story with all the classic elements - elves in the forest, dwarves underground, old wizards in towers and the like. It's largely just to experiment with the form more than anything, although the idea formed ages ago before I got depressed. The idea is that about a dozen characters meet each other along the way on a perilous journey north into the heart of evil/darkness/symbolic force thereof. Arrith and co head north-west to the capital, Pasaveer, a day or two out from their home town of Terris. Kemvar accompanies them. They are looking for information about a cursed armour, shield and weapon that one of the goblin leaders mutters something about. On your trail is the men with wolf tattoos, and behind them is the rouge Hailyn has been waiting like a lover for.

updated Jul 8 '08 by UltimaDan