Hailyn looks agitated. 

"What's the matter?" You dare to ask. 

"Hmm?  Oh, just that I was hoping Paul would be here by now."  You wish that your neighbour felt that kind of obsession with you.  But Paul was an extremely cool guy, someone you had no hope of contending with for the heart of such a fierce young woman like Hailyn. 

"Don't worry, he's probably on his way as we speak.  Everyone saw his ship on the observation crystal.  He's probably just had a lot of things to take care of."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right," she conceeds.  "I just can't shake the feeling... no, forget it.  He's just busy."

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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 by UltimaDan