here, how you survived, what has become of the Legion?” Efrundle asked.
Iris did not have an easy childhood. Her foster parents did not show any love for Iris and she was made to eat and sleep with Zelkith out in the stables alongside the rest of the farm animals. She worked on the farmland to earn her food and very rarely saw anyone but her foster parents. When she was still young, the farm was attacked, but she escaped with Zelkith. She never saw her foster parents again, and she travelled the towns and woods in search of her real parents. Many years passed when she met a small tribe of strange humans who spoke their own language. She spent many years with them and learnt how to create a shelter and what food she could and could not eat from the wild.
One day the tribe was attacked by a band of men, and the entire tribe perished. Iris was lucky that the Legion arrived just before she would have been killed. When the fighting had finished the Legion offered sanctuary to Iris and would train her to defend herself. Iris took the opportunity and went with them.
She went to the Legion stronghold and was trained in hand to hand combat and after that, she had finished the Joining. She then began to explain how Thorna gave her Limbo , how she got the amulet and that the stronghold was attacked. She told him about Dartis the leader and how he believed Efrundle and the other Dark Elf were responsible for the attack and told Iris to assassinate them.
“That sneaky rat!” Efrundle shouted in frustration “why did Morton not stop you?” he added.
“Morton erm...There's something I need to tell you about him.”
“What?! What is it?” Efrundle said in a panic. Iris explained that Morton had put something strange into the python’s mouth at the Joining. She told him that Dartis banished Morton and branded him as a traitor. Iris could see the shock on Efrundle’s face, but more so the rage that built within him.
Efrundle had picked up an empty vase that was next to him and it was thrown against the wall with a scream. “The vermin filled excuse of a man will pay for this betrayal! Corrupting the Legion with his lies and poisonous words.” Efrundle yelled out in anger.
“There is one thing,” Zelkith said.
“What is it?!” Efrundle snapped.
“Before he stepped through the portal, he said something that sounded like 'Vivo'“.
Efrundles expression changed from angered to shocked.
“What is it Efrundle?” The other Elf asked.
“He is still alive,” Efrundle said.
“I don't understand, how?” Zelkith asked.
“Vivo is a spell. In ancient Dark Elf language, it means to survive. It’s a spell that will put his body into hibernation.”
“So we can rescue him?” Iris said.
“Yes, and that's what we shall do,” Efrundle said, but it would still not be easy. Their journey would take them into the harsh coldness of Icethorpe, a frozen town of the north.
They rested for the night, Iris, Zelkith and Thorley slept near the warm, open fire. They woke to a strange but pleasant smell from the kitchen. Iris walked into the kitchen to see Efrundle pull out a tray of what looked like pastry.
“They smell lovely,” Iris said.
“Ah yes, it's a recipe Morton used to use when we went on long missions, it lasts for months before going stale,” he said. He put down a tray of weird purple blocks and sliced them into squares.
Efrundle looked at Iris with a look of concern and dismay. He tugged the tatty ripped shirt and rough woven trousers that Iris wore and shook his head.
“You won't last two minutes in Icethorpe in those,” Efrundle said. He took Iris into Alphaport into the main shopping markets.
Efrundle took Iris to a tailor and got her measured up. After she was measured Efrundle bought some sheepskin wool and several thick black leather strips.
“Thank you, sir, your order shall be done within two days,” the tailor said and Efrundle handed him two gold tado coins. On the walk back he bought some
Iris did not have an easy childhood. Her foster parents did not show any love for Iris and she was made to eat and sleep with Zelkith out in the stables alongside the rest of the farm animals. She worked on the farmland to earn her food and very rarely saw anyone but her foster parents. When she was still young, the farm was attacked, but she escaped with Zelkith. She never saw her foster parents again, and she travelled the towns and woods in search of her real parents. Many years passed when she met a small tribe of strange humans who spoke their own language. She spent many years with them and learnt how to create a shelter and what food she could and could not eat from the wild.
One day the tribe was attacked by a band of men, and the entire tribe perished. Iris was lucky that the Legion arrived just before she would have been killed. When the fighting had finished the Legion offered sanctuary to Iris and would train her to defend herself. Iris took the opportunity and went with them.
She went to the Legion stronghold and was trained in hand to hand combat and after that, she had finished the Joining. She then began to explain how Thorna gave her Limbo , how she got the amulet and that the stronghold was attacked. She told him about Dartis the leader and how he believed Efrundle and the other Dark Elf were responsible for the attack and told Iris to assassinate them.
“That sneaky rat!” Efrundle shouted in frustration “why did Morton not stop you?” he added.
“Morton erm...There's something I need to tell you about him.”
“What?! What is it?” Efrundle said in a panic. Iris explained that Morton had put something strange into the python’s mouth at the Joining. She told him that Dartis banished Morton and branded him as a traitor. Iris could see the shock on Efrundle’s face, but more so the rage that built within him.
Efrundle had picked up an empty vase that was next to him and it was thrown against the wall with a scream. “The vermin filled excuse of a man will pay for this betrayal! Corrupting the Legion with his lies and poisonous words.” Efrundle yelled out in anger.
“There is one thing,” Zelkith said.
“What is it?!” Efrundle snapped.
“Before he stepped through the portal, he said something that sounded like 'Vivo'“.
Efrundles expression changed from angered to shocked.
“What is it Efrundle?” The other Elf asked.
“He is still alive,” Efrundle said.
“I don't understand, how?” Zelkith asked.
“Vivo is a spell. In ancient Dark Elf language, it means to survive. It’s a spell that will put his body into hibernation.”
“So we can rescue him?” Iris said.
“Yes, and that's what we shall do,” Efrundle said, but it would still not be easy. Their journey would take them into the harsh coldness of Icethorpe, a frozen town of the north.
They rested for the night, Iris, Zelkith and Thorley slept near the warm, open fire. They woke to a strange but pleasant smell from the kitchen. Iris walked into the kitchen to see Efrundle pull out a tray of what looked like pastry.
“They smell lovely,” Iris said.
“Ah yes, it's a recipe Morton used to use when we went on long missions, it lasts for months before going stale,” he said. He put down a tray of weird purple blocks and sliced them into squares.
Efrundle looked at Iris with a look of concern and dismay. He tugged the tatty ripped shirt and rough woven trousers that Iris wore and shook his head.
“You won't last two minutes in Icethorpe in those,” Efrundle said. He took Iris into Alphaport into the main shopping markets.
Efrundle took Iris to a tailor and got her measured up. After she was measured Efrundle bought some sheepskin wool and several thick black leather strips.
“Thank you, sir, your order shall be done within two days,” the tailor said and Efrundle handed him two gold tado coins. On the walk back he bought some
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