WA-D3

The moon glistened through the thick foliage as Brytha bounded across the forest floor. The cold wind howled through the trees and burned his cheeks and lungs. He had to push himself to run faster, the future of the elven race depended on him and the four smooth, cold, emerald stones which he gripped tightly in his left hand. The stones possessed much power and energy and the dwarve’s army was quickly approaching Iliassa. Illiassa was the beautiful capital of the elven lands and even with the elves strength, agility and superb fighting ability there was no way that they could stand up to the massive numbers which the dwarves army possessed.
The king of the dwarves Vithgar the Magnificent was in a rage. The three stones which Brytha now carried were the heart of the dwarfish world, the Mrogar as the dwarfs called them. Rohath, a noble elf, had gone slightly mad three centuries ago and now he had stolen by the Mrogar. Vithgar either wanted them back or he wanted elf blood. He didn’t care which.
It had been Brytha’s mission to track down Rohath and steal back the Mrogar so Iliassa could be saved. It had been three days since he had stolen the Mrogar from Rohath’s pockets and his feet hurt from the constant running. He was getting close to Iliassa and he could see the end in sight. As he neared Illiassa he began to hear the sounds of a city preparing for battle, the screech of swards being sharpened, the sharp twang of bows being strung and the click of armor being donned. The beautiful city of Illiassa rose before him, the massive trees rising just as high the spires of Queen Malandi’s beautiful palace, Falariel. As Brytha approached the gates of Iliassa, the four guards bowed out of respect for him.
“My Lord! Welcome home we have been expecting your arrival” said Gaddo the largest and the leader of the four elves.
“Will you please just open the gate; we haven’t the time for pleasantries” Brytha said brusquely.
“No of course we don’t my lord” said Gaddo as he began to push open the gates
As Brytha sprinted through the city, darting through side streets and across parks, he smelled the familiar smell of the city, the smell of street vendors foods and the smell of elves, memories of his childhood came back to him he had grown up in Iliassa and he loved it dearly. As he approached the great hall of Queen Malandi, he slowed to a jog and he straightened his tunic and wiped the sweat from his brow. The guards at the door of the hall had seen him coming and had opened the door
“Enter.” they said, seemingly as one.
Brytha hurried past them, somewhere between a jog and a run, his hand still clenching the Mrogar tightly. He felt the magical warmth radiating through the soft wood beneath his feet. As he looked down at his left hand he realized that his knuckles were white from gripping the stones so tightly. He turned left into the queens throne room where he immediately fell into a deep bow. He looked up at her, perched on her throne and he immediately lost his breath. She was incredibly beautiful, the most beautiful thought Brytha. She had flowing, golden hair, which fell around perfectly rosy cheeks. She had wonderful pearl white skin and long legs which gave off a slightly Aphrodite like feel. Brytha was always rendered speechless by her presence and now even in this time of stress it was no different.
“Rise Brytha” Murmured Queen Malandi.
“My my my lady, you are more beautiful than ever” stammered Brytha.
“Enough. Do you have the Mrogar?”
“Um uh um yes my lady.”
“May I have them?” asked Malandi quite sarcastically.
“Yes of course” said Brytha as he hurried to wipe the sweat and grime off the little orbs and gently place them in Queen Malandi’s out stretched palm.
“Prepare yourself for battle Brytha; with these stones we can defeat the dwarf army.”
“But my lady they out number us five to one!” shrieked Brytha.
“Trust me Brytha the bearer of these stones has the power to defeat any army in the world.”

WA 2- D2

The moon glistened through the thick foliage as Brytha bounded across the forest floor. The cold wind howled through the trees and burned his cheeks and lungs. He had to push himself to run faster, the future of the elven race depended on him and the four smooth, cold, emerald stones which he gripped tightly in his left hand. The stones possessed much power and energy and the dwarve’s army was quickly approaching Iliassa, the capital of the elven lands and even with the elves strength, agility and superb fighting ability there was no way that they could stand up to the massive numbers which the dwarves army possessed.
The king of the dwarves Vithgar the Magnificent was in a rage. The three stones which Brytha now carried were the heart of the dwarfish world, the Mrogar as the dwarfs called them. Rohath had gone slightly mad three centuries ago and now he had stolen by the Mrogar. Vithgar either wanted them back or he wanted elf blood. He didn’t care which.
It had been Brytha’s mission to track down Rohath and steal back the Mrogar so Iliassa could be saved. It had been three days since he had stolen the Mrogar from Rohath’s pockets and his feet hurt from the constant running. He was getting close to Iliassa and he could see the end in sight. As he neared Illiassa he began to hear the sounds of a city preparing for battle, the screech of swards being sharpened, the sharp twang of bows being strung and the click of armor being donned. His stomach knotted as he thought about the deaths that were guaranteed to occur in the battle that he needed to stop. As Brytha approached the gates of Iliassa the four guards bowed out of respect for him.
“My Lord! Welcome home we have been expecting your arrival” said Gaddo the largest and the leader of the four elves.
“Will you please just open the gate; we haven’t the time for pleasantries” Brytha said brusquely.
“No of course we don’t my lord” said Gaddo as he began to push open the gates
Brytha sprinted through the city, darting through side streets and across parks with the confidence of someone who had spent the better part of his life in Iliassa. As he approached the great hall of Queen Malandi, he slowed to a jog and he straightened his tunic and wiped the sweat from his brow. The guards at the door of the hall had seen him coming and had opened the door
“Enter.” they said, seemingly as one.
Brytha hurried past them, somewhere between a jog and a run, his hand still clenching the Mrogar tightly. As he looked down at his left hand he realized that his knuckles were white from gripping the stones so tightly. He turned left into the queens throne room where he immediately fell into a deep bow. He looked up at her, perched on her throne and he immediately lost his breath. She was incredibly beautiful, the most beautiful thought Brytha. She had flowing, golden hair, which fell around perfectly rosy cheeks. She had wonderful pearl white skin and long legs which gave off a slightly Aphrodite like feel. Brytha was always rendered speechless by her presence and now even in this time of stress it was no different.
“Rise Brytha” Murmured Queen Malandi.
“My my my lady, you are more beautiful than ever” stammered Brytha.
“Enough. Do you have the Mrogar?”
“Um uh um yes my lady.”
“May I have them?” asked Malandi quite sarcastically.
“Yes of course” said Brytha as he hurried to wipe the sweat and grime off the little orbs and gently place them in Queen Malandi’s out stretched palm.
“Prepare yourself for battle Brytha; with these stones we can defeat the dwarf army.”
“But my lady they out number us five to one!” shrieked Brytha.
“Trust me Brytha the bearer of these stones has the power to defeat any army in the world.”

WA 2

The moon glistened through the thick foliage as Brytha bounded across the forest floor. The cold wind howled through the trees and burned his cheeks and lungs. He had to push himself to run faster, the future of the elven race depended on him and the four smooth, cold, emerald stones which he gripped tightly in his left hand. For the stones possessed much power and energy and the dwarves army was quickly approaching Iliassa, the capital of the elven lands and even with the elves strength, agility and superb fighting ability there was no way that they could stand up to the massive numbers which the dwarves army possessed.

The king of the dwarves Vithgar the Magnificent was in a rage because the three stones which Brytha now carried had been stolen by the elf Rohath. Rohath had gone slightly mad three centuries ago and now he had stolen the heart of the dwarfish world, the Mrogar as the dwarfs called them, and Vithgar either wanted them back or he wanted elf . He didn’t care which.

It had been Brytha’s mission to track down Rohath and steal back the Mrogar so Iliassa could be saved. It had been three days since he had stolen the Mrogar from Rohaths pockets and his feet hurt from the constant running. He was getting close to Iliassa and he could see the end in sight. As he neared Illiassa he began to hear the sounds of a city preparing for battle, the screech of swards being sharpened, the sharp twang of bows being strung and the click of armor being donned. As Brytha approached the gates of Iliassa the four guards bowed out of respect for him.

“My Lord! Welcome home we have been expecting your arrival” said Gaddo the largest and the leader of the four elves.

“Will you please just open the gate; we haven’t the time for pleasantries” Brytha said brusquely.

“No of course we don’t my lord” said Gaddo as he began to push open the gates

Brytha sprinted through the city, darting through side streets and across parks with the confidence of someone who had spent the better part of his life in Iliassa. As he approached the great hall of Queen Malandi, he slowed to a jog and he straightened his tunic and wiped the sweat from his brow. The guards at the door of the hall had seen him coming and had opened the door

“Enter.” they said, seemingly as one.

Brytha hurried past them, somewhere between a jog and a run, his hand still clenching the Mrogar tightly. As he looked down at his left hand he realized that his knuckles were white from gripping the stones so tightly. He turned left into the queens throne room where he immediately fell into a kneel. He looked up at her, perched on her throne and he immediately lost his breath. She was incredibly beautiful, the most beautiful thought Brytha. She had flowing, golden hair, which fell around perfectly rosy cheeks. She had wonderful pearl white skin and long legs which gave off a slightly Aphrodite like feel. Brytha was always rendered speechless by her presence and now even in this time of stress it was no different.

“Rise Brytha” Murmured Queen Malandi.

“My my my lady, you are more beautiful than ever” stammered Brytha.

“Enough. Do you have the Mrogar?”

“Um uh um yes my lady.”

“May I have them?” asked Malandi quite sarcastically.

“Yes of course” said Brytha as he hurried to wipe the sweat and grime off the little orbs and gently place them in Queen Malandi’s out stretched palm.

“Prepare yourself for battle Brytha; with these stones we can defeat the dwarf army.”

“But my lady they out number us five to one!” shrieked Brytha.

“Trust me Brytha the bearer of these stones has the power to defeat any army in the world.”