You strip down to your bathers (striking a pose for the girls, of course!) and cannonball into the water. Feeling as happy as a dog you do laps for a bit, back and forth across a section you oh-so-scientifically pick.  Ciana and Hailyn join you briefly, but you are the last to get out. 

As you climp up a rope the three of you tied to a tree last year for the express purpose of climbing out of the creek, and on occassion playing Adventurer and swinging across only to pretend you were hit by goblin arrows and fell to your sudden death, you see a slight break.

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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