Fall of Aendrithor (Earaldurs bio)

[William Sunblade]

Fall of Aendrithor (Earaldur's Bio)


Deep in the high forest stood the elven town of Aendrithor, Built under the shadow of the Star mounts it still manages to be a place of beauty, With fine High elven buildings built on the ground and watchtowers built carefully in the trees as not to ruin their beauty, The elves of the town lived in relative peace and harmony. Though ordinarily quiet the populace still trained in Martial and Magic arts as the threat from the Red Dragon Sygaxvalos and the Skullcrusher Orc tribe was ever present.

Earaldur was sat in his home studying a book on the various races of the land, one of his past time hobbies, when he heard a knock at his door, A timid voice calls out “Uh...Sorry to disturb you Earaldur but Elder Tannyll requests your presence”. Snapping the book shut and standing up Earaldur calls back “Very well, Tell him I shall be along shortly”
Once the messenger has left Earaldur Dons his armour,clasps his cloak into place and grabs his Sword off it's stand before heading for the door. Outside daily activities are in full swing. Over in the training yard Sylvar is busy training the young in the use of the Longsword

Though he never had the care for Magic Sylvar was the best swordsman in the town and only Earaldur could keep up with him,for a short time at least. Amongst his class was the young Meira, Only just recently reaching her hundredth year she was growing fast, Though she practised both Swordplay and Magic her true love was song and not a single member of town would disagree that she had the best singing voice of all, Though some of the more stubborn would say they are on par with her (though they secretly weren’t).

Meira offers Earaldur a quick shy smile before Sylvar's irritated voice calls out
“Meira! Pay attention! In battle if you get distracted you will fall”. Earaldur moves on as not to distract Sylvar's class any longer. Down the Path Earallium is busy with another class, Earallium is the best Wizard in town, By far exceeding anything Earaldur could hope to accomplish, he would always scold Earaldur whenever he got the chance for not studying his magic more than his Swordplay. As Earaldur passes he can hear Earllium teaching the young ones in his class “Concentrate, if you lose your focus you will lose the spell or it will go wild damaging something you didn't mean to, such as Earaldur over there”.

As he approached the centre of town where the towns meeting hall stood he hears the Sound of hammer upon steel, Tarathiel is hard at work at the forge teaching a group the art of blacksmithing, Tarathiel is the best smith in the town and he also enchants some of the equipment he forges, Such equipment is not used though, it is kept locked in a gilded chest,sealed with magic wards for use only when the town is in dire need.

Amongst his students is his son Phaendar, Although only fifty he already has the makings of a great smith like his father and many of the blades on display at the forge were made by him. Earaldur also watched several of Tarathiel's classes while he was young and learnt a good amount about blacksmithing though he never cared for it as much as swordplay and Magic. Tarathiel calmly speaks to his class whilst forging a longsword
“Remember...It's all about patience,Don't rush, Take your time with every sword or armour piece, we aren’t humans so why rush things?”

Outside the town hall Priestess Tiatha is giving a small sermon on Corellon to several members of the town
“And drawing back his sword, with one mighty blow, Corellon clove out the orb of gruumsh driving him into the netherworld!”
Earaldur did not have time to stop and listen and continued on his way, Reaching the steps up to the Town hall, as he approached the guards outside stepped aside,opening the doors for him. Inside was a grand room,decorated with Paintings and tapestries with several ornate chairs and tables.

In the centre of the room Awaited Elder Tannyll
“ Ah Earaldur there you are! We have some important buissness to discuss,come.”
Earaldur followed Elder Tannyll into the Command centre, A large room attached to the town hall where patrols and scouting missions are planned to stay ever vigilant against the threat of Sygaxvalos and the Skullcrushers. Elder Tannyll looks over a map of the surrounding forest and motions for Earaldur to come over.

Pointing to several locations as he speaks
“As you may already know,several of our scouts and patrols have gone missing,from here,here and here, they could just be delayed but I fear a much worst fate has befallen them. I must ask you to find them and bring back any survivors.”
Earaldur listens to the elders words and replies.
“With all due respect Elder, I am not exactly the best for scouting, I have never been one for stealth and my presence will likely not go unnoticed for long, I will do as you ask of me,but I must ask,Why have you picked me for this task?”
“Earaldur, you are arguably the best warrior in the town, this is not a scouting mission but a search and rescue, It is possible that a roving band of Skullcrushers are on the move and I have every confidence that you will be able to handle them should the need come to it. But I am not sending you alone on this,it would be too dangerous, Katar shall accompany you”

As if on cue Katar steps from a nearby shadow in the room and offers a short bow to Elder Tannyll and Earaldur. Katar is the towns best Stealth Artist, When a particularly dangerous orc or group is threatening the safety of the town,Katar is sent to dispatch them, a master at tracking and able to blend into any shadow he is the last thing that his target never sees.
“Should any Orcs of harmed our people I will see all of them dead, it would be a honour to fight by your side Earaldur”
Offering a polite nod to Katar, Earaldur Turns to the Elder
“when do we leave Elder?”
“Immediately, the sooner you can find our patrols the sooner we can all rest easy”
“very well I am ready, Katar?”
“Let's do this”
Katar and Earaldur leave for the forest, Elder Tannyll watches them go with a concerned look.
“Corellon watch over you both”.


As Earaldur and Katar walked through the forest it seemed oddly quiet, the only sound heard is the rustling of the trees in the wind and the occasional chirp of a bird. Katar looks arround.
“ The Forest is quiet...too quiet, be on your guard Earaldur,something isn't right here”
“Understood” Earaldur Draws his sword and maintains a defensive posture as they move through the forest.

“We're coming up to one of the areas the patrols were sent, keep yours eyes sharp”
As they move they come across what looks like a small battlefield, Several arrows are stuck in a few of the trees and the corpses of Orcs lay on the ground, Sitting against one of the trees is the body of an elf. Earaldur rushes over to check the corpse.

“hmm...He was killed by a single stab through the throat. They have taken his weapons. May your spirit find it's way to Arvanaith Cousin,.” Closing the eyes of his fallen Kinsman, Earaldurs Eyes burn with Anger. A Twig snaps suddenly, Katar and Earaldur spin and face the direction of the sound,weapons at the ready. Stepping out from behind the trees a large group Orcs appear.

A Huge orc steps forward wielding a greataxe almost as big as he is and with a Deep laugh he speaks to the other orcs
“ Bwahaha. Yous see what I mean boys, leaving that one dere attracted more of them, nows we get to have more fun and get more of them shiny weapons they have, they makes good toothpicks”
The rest of the orcs take up the laugh and approach Earaldur and Katar with their weapons ready.

“Earaldur! Think you can handle the others? I'll get the loud one”
with a nod Earaldur starts chanting the words to a spell as Katar slips into the Shadows
“Bwhahaha one of thems has ran away already, get chopping boys! We make gruumsh proud again!”
The Orcs charge at Earaldur laughing at hooting. As they charge at him Earaldur finishes the words to his spell and directs a flow of magic to a nearby area a short distance in front of him leaving a very faint orange glow, He then takes a defensive stance. As the Orcs rush into the area his spell landed a loud explosion of fire engulfs them sending several screaming to their graves. During the confusion Earaldur rushes forward,his blade singing through the air and cutting down two more.

The Orc commander growls
“Bah...whats you idiots doings,its just one elf, cuts him up!”
The remaining orcs rush forward,One bringing his axe down upon Earaldur, With a clang Earaldur deflects the blow with his sword and counters, his blade gliding down the axe and severing the arteries in the orcs wrists, with a painful cry the Orc drops to the ground, Another charges from behind, Earaldur spins round,delivering a kick to it's face and then impales it on his sword as it staggers back.

“Raaaghh...I'll handle this elfie my se...”
The Orc commanders words are cut short as two blades are shoved through his back and out of his chest, From behind Katar pulls his blades out, Letting the Orc's body drop to the floor like a discarded rag doll
“Your voice was getting annoying”

Several of the orcs focused on Earaldur changed target and charged at Katar, With a grin Katar charges forward to meet them, Parrying the first blow and delivering a fatal slash to the back of his first attacker followed swiftly by a sword thrust into the throat of the next. The few remaining Orcs Panic and flee realising they are no match for the combined skill of Katar and Earaldur. Katar casually strolls up to a wounded Orc and performs a coup de grace, stabbing it through the back of the head, he then walks up to Earaldur,cleaning the blood off his swords before sheathing them

“Well that got the blood flowing, the Skullcrushers have suffered a severe loss this day”
“As have we Katar...as have we. Come there are still other areas we must check, we will retrieve our fallen s body once we find the others.”
“Very well”
They head off to find the remaining patrols. As they walk through the forest they come across another battlefield, This time there are several elven corpses and only a few Orc. Katar checks the corpses.
“looks like they were ambushed, they barely had time to draw their blades”

Katar moves on to one of the Orc corpses, A single arrow juts out of it's skull.
“hmm, I recognise this arrow, Or at least the Fletch colour, This is one of Luthais's arrows, but I didn't see his body amongst the dead, maybe he is still alive...he doesn't normally work with a group though.”
“Maybe he's still around here somewh...”
Earaldurs words are cut off when the loud cries of charging orcs fill the air.
“Incoming! These things just never give up!”
One again Katar slips into the shadows as Earaldur prepares another spell. The orc group comes into view, Much larger than the last and approaching fast.

Suddenly the whooshing sound of Arrows fills the air as a barrage comes down on the Orcs, Every arrow striking it's mark as if guiding themselves, killing several. More arrows fly out one of the trees each striking an Orc between the eyes. Earaldur finishes his spell, a bolt of lightning shoots from his hand striking one of the orcs and chaining to several others,leaving behind the smouldering corpses. The orc numbers now Thinned out Earaldur charges forward, arrows fly over his head striking more orcs down.

A large orc swings it's axe at a high angle, aiming for Earaldur's neck, Ducking under the blow Earaldur slashes the Orcs legs,severing them and leaving the orc screaming in agony on the ground. Katar appears from the shadows and strikes down two Orcs before charging a third. The orc slashes at Katar wildly in a blind range, Parrying each strike Katar waits for an opening and then plunges his blade into it's heart. Standing side by side with Earaldur the two face off several more foes,cutting each down once in range. The orc's, seeing their tribesmen fall, go into a panic and flee,many being shot down by arrows as they run. Once the orcs had fled the area Earaldur and Katar approach the tree.

Up in crown and sat on the thickest branch of the tree, Luthais straps his bow onto his back, dropping down slightly lower in the tree he grasps one of the branches and swings down,somersaulting in the air before landing on his feet in front of Earaldur and Kitar.
“Earaldur? Kitar? I take it Elder Tannyll sent you to find the patrols?”
Kitar answers him as Earaldur watches for danger

“He did...nice shooting. But what are you doing out here? Were you part of this patrol unit? I've never known you to work with a group before...”
“ No I wasn't, Elder Tannyll sent me to track Sygaxvalos's movements, I was moving through when I heard the sounds of battle, unfortunately I got here to late to save the others. I killed as many orcs as I could then hid myself in the tree to guard our fallen so that those damnable orcs didn't loot them,i knew it would only be a short while until help arrived. What of you two,did you find any survivors?”

“No, we came upon the body of one of ours a way back the other way, but we have found no survivors aside from yourself, but what of your mission did you find Sygaxvalos?”
Luthias goes silent a moment before replying.
“I was tracking him,but lost him when I came here, now I am unsure as to where he has gone”
looking into the trees Earaldur's eyes widen when he sees smoke...smoke coming from the direction of Aendrithor. Earaldur yells to the others and points to the smoke.
“We have to leave! NOW! Come on!”
The three sprint towards home, each hoping that the town is safe.

Night fell as the group ran through the forest towards home,the smell of smoke became ever more apparent, Once they reached Aendrithor they were stopped in their tracks, The entire town was Ablaze, Elves scattered and ran screaming as an army of Orcs cut down everyone they saw.

The sound of heavy wings filled the air and Sygaxvalos swooped down,burning everything in sight with his mighty breath weapon, he laughed as he heard the screams of burning elves. Groups of elven soldiers stood their ground,cutting down orcs and saving what people they could, in the watchtowers archers loosed their arrows at Sygaxvalos. With a angry roar Sygaxvalos turned in the air and flew at one of the towers, His mighty claws ripping it to splinters,sending archers flying and down to their deaths.
“FOOLS! Your arrows cannot harm me”
Laughing, The dragon went to each tower in turn,burning or smashing them, Killing every archer.

Earaldur, Kitar and Luthais charged into the fray. Luthais released arrow after arrow at every orc he saw, each strikeing it's mark, an Orc charged at him , Luthais span, grabbing his blade and unsheathing it, cutting down the orc as it raised it's axe, Sheathing his blade again in the same motion Luthais once again loosed arrows at every foe. Earaldur fought his way through the orcs towards the centre of town, An orc charged from the side,taking him by surprise, Earaldur readied himself to receive to the blow, sure that this would be his death.

Katar appeared from behind the orc,taking off it's head with a single stroke
“Don't worry Earaldur I’m here, come on! Let's find the Elder and push these ugly beasts back!”
Together they continued towards the centre,slaying every orc in their path. Sygaxvalos roared above them
“Pitiful Orcs, I knew I should of found something stronger, You will die with the Elves for your weakness!”
Sygaxvalos swooped down burning elf and orc alike with a maniacal laugh. Orci archers began shooting at the Dragon as well as the elves, the battle now total Chaos.

As Earaldur and Kitar ran through the town they came across Meira, two dead orcs lay at her feet and she was currently standing off with a third. Upon seeing Earaldur and Kitar she shouts
“Earaldur!, Kitar! Your alive!”
During the distraction the orc takes the chance to shoulder barge Meira,knocking her to the ground, he raised his axe to finish her off. Quick as a flash Kitar drew and knife and threw it, Getting the orc in the back of the neck killing it before it's stroke landed.
“Thanks Kitar!”
Earaldur yells
“Meira! Get out here! Get somewhere safe! Kitar go with her!”

Kitar rushes over to Meira, grabs her by the arm and hoistes her onto her feet before running with her toward the forest where other surviving elves had fled, calling behind him he yells
“Be careful Earaldur, we'll see you in the forest, stay safe and don't get yourself killed!”
Earaldur continued on his way towards the town centre, Sygaxvalos continued burning everything in sight and dived once again. Seeing Sygaxvalos diving toward him Earaldur rolled,The jet of flame barely missing him,regaining his footing he continued to run. He came across the Forge,Amazingly it was not ablaze and Tarathiel stood his ground outside, his son by his side,bravely trying to help his father against the orc onslaught.
“Phaendar,get out of here,get to the forest!”
“No father i'm not going to leave you”

Tarathiel cuts down several more orcs, An orc dodges one of his strikes and brings his axe down,strikeing Tarathiel in the chest.
“Father! NOO!”
Phaendar stabs the orc through the stomach with quivering hands,then kneels down at his fathers side with tears in his eyes.
“Dad...you can't die, please!”
Earaldur fights his way through several orcs to reach Phaendar.,once there he kneels down and checks on Tarathiel. Coughing up blood Tarathiel splutters to Earaldur.
“Earaldur...t...take Phaendar, get...him somewhere safe...p..p..promise me”
“I will Tarathiel, I promise i'll get him out safely”
Weakly,Tarathiel turns his head to his son
“Son..you always...made me..p..proud. Always remember...I.i..love.. y..you...”
With his final words,Tarathiel passes.
“Dad noooo!”

Phaendar bursts into tears Hugging his fathers lifeless body. Earaldur stands and calmly speaks to Phaendar,sadness in his voice.
“Phaendar,we have to go...the fight is still on and it is not safe here”
“NO! I won't leave “
“I made a promise to your father, to get you to safety and that's what I'm going to do, I promise you we will return and give him a proper burial along with everyone else we have lost this day”
Earaldur goes over and lifts Phaendar onto his feet, Phaendar, still sobbing,reluctantly follows.

His task now changed Earaldur runs toward the forest with Phaendar in toe. A large group of orcs rush forward blocking their path.
“Phaendar get behind me and don't run off”
Phaendar does as he is told while Earaldur readies himself for the orcs. A whoose of flame is heard as a great barrage of fiery balls strike each orc in turn,turning them into little more than flaming corpses. Earaldur looks in the direction the flames came from as Earallium steps forward

“Earaldur,good to see you and Phaendar survived,glad I could lend a hand, come the others are this way”
Earallium leads them into the forest where several other survivors are gathered. Kitar and Meira are with them,Meria rushes forward and hugs Earaldur and Phaendar
“Your alive! I'm so glad”
Kitar offers a nod to Earaldur. Looking at the remaining survivors Earaldur notices the Elder is not with them.

“Has anyone seen Elder Tannyll?”
One of the survivors calls forward
“I did,he and a group of our warriors are holding the centre of town,i believe they have several others with them”
Earaldur readies himself again
“I'm going off to help them”
Kitar and Earallium approach
“we'll go with you, we have to save the others”
Meira shouts out
“I wanna come to” Earaldur shakes his head
“Meira you stay here and guard the others, Kitar, Earallium and I will go get the rest”
“But...”
“No buts...they need you here”
With a sigh she relents “Fine”

“Watch over them, Phaendar you stay here also, you'll be safe here, Kitar, Earallium let's go!”
The three rush back to the town. As they reach the town it is even more overrun with Orcs, Sygaxvalos continues his rampage burning every orc and any remaining elf.

“Come on,there's not much time,Once Sygaxvalos sees them they are in major trouble”
The three fight their way through, Earaldur and Kitar at the front and Earallium barrageing the orcs with spells from behind. They reach the centre of town where the Elder and a group of warriors including Sylvar are holding their ground, a group of children and venerable elves hiding behind them , Luthais is with them, looseing arrows at every orc that comes within range, Priestess Tiatha is busy healing any wound the warriors sustain. As Earaldur, Kitar and Earallium approach the Elder yells out

“Good to see you three made it, have you seen any other survivors?!”
“yes they are gathering in the forest, they await you”
“Very well let's go! Form a circle around the children, wounded and defenseless, Priestess stay in the middle and keep us alive,we move together!”
The survivors do as they are told and the warriors form up,keeping every flank secure from the relentless Orcs, Elder Tannyll with Sylvar lead the front line forward as the group move their way through the town,cutting down orcs left and right.

Sygaxvalos notices the line moving together and dives down, Targeting Elder Tannyll. Earrallium launches several magic missiles at Sygaxvalos,slowing the dragon slightly,but he is relentless, he continues swooping down, Grabbing the elder in his mighty claws, crushing Elder Tannyll's body like a grape.
“Elder!”
Earallium launches more missiles at the dragon and Luthais with the other archers loose a barrage of arrows. Sygaxvalos growls painfully
“Raaagh i'm done here, Your home destroyed, your Elder dead, Aendrithor is no more. But before I leave there is one more thing I must do”

With a laugh Sygaxvalos flies over to the smithy, Rips off the roof and grabs the chest containing the magical weapons and armour that Tarathiel forged.
“These will make a fine addition to my hoard”
With one final gloating Laugh,Sygaxvalos flies away.
The remaining orcs make one final attempt to destroy the survivors, charging at the now Panicked group. Sylvar takes up the command
“Regroup,Kill these orcs!!”
The warriors return to their positions and prepare for the final assault.
“Hold the line here,they will not break us”

Earaldur joins the front lines,standing beside Sylvar and begins to prepare a spell, Earrallium launches a fireball at the charging orcs, sending several to a fiery grave. Kitar slips into the shadows and moves to a ambushing position, Luthais continues to launch arrows along with the other archers. Earaldur finishes his spell and once again guides a flow of magic to a Patch of ground,causing a faint glow, before taking up a defensive stance once again. Despite their losses the orcs continue their charge reaching the line,once one steps foot into the glowing patch of ground where Earaldurs spell fell It bursts into flame killing several.

Sylvar points a his sword toward the remaining orcs
“Everyone! Charge”
They rush forward, Sylvar reaches the orcs first,cutting down six easily. An orc charges his flank, spinning round Sylvar smashes the orc in the face with his shield,sending the orc backwards and onto the ground,with a yell he finishes the orc off and moves on to the next. Kitar ambushes a group from the shadows,Cutting them down swiftly before they even realise what hit them.

Earallium launches another Barrage of fire, Obliterating a large group. Along side Sylvar, Earaldur cuts down orc after orc, the bodies piling up around them. Slowly the orc resolve weakens and the remaining orcs begin to retreat.
“Well done everyone! They are in full flight, Now let's find the others, We have suffered a tremendous loss this day”.

The group makes their way to the forest where the rest of the survivors await. Meira jumps up when she sees Earaldur and the rest of the group
“You got them! Hey...Where's Elder Tannyll?”
Everyone maintains a awkward silence for a brief moment before Sylvar speaks up,to everyone.
“Elder Tannyll didn't make it, Sygaxvalos killed him.”

Meira falls back against a tree “Dead? But...what are we meant to do now?”. Everyone looks to Sylvar for answers. Sylvar thinks for a moment before calmly makes a decision.
“We shall remain here for tonight, in the morning we shall go back to town,gather up our fallen and give them a proper burial”
One of the Surviving citizens speaks up
“And what of the orcs?”
“We'll kill any survivors and push their bodies into a mass grave outside the town, I do not want them tainting the town more than they already have”
Earaldur calmly speaks to Sylvar
“ Sylvar, Several of our fallen patrols still remain in the forest”
With a nod Sylvar replies “Then we shall send a small group to retrieve them, they should not be left to rot outside their home”.
That night the survivors remained silent,everyone in mourning for those that were lost.

Morning comes and the survivors return to Aendrithor, The fires now burnt out yet smoke still rose from the buildings. The bodies of Elves and Orcs litter every part of the once beautiful streets. Sylvar turns to the group.
“Ok we need to split up, one group needs to dig a large ditch outside the town to kick the orcish filth into, A few must go and retrieve the bodies of our fallen in the forest,Kitar will lead the way to them, the rest of us shall gather the fallen in the town. We shall take them to the centre, once we have found everyone we can, priestess Tiatha can can perform the funeral service. Ok let's get to work”

For the entire day the Elves gathered their fallen with care, laying each in the centre of town,with families together. As for the orcs, any that were still alive were promptly killed and thrown into a mass open grave with the rest. Night has already come again once Every corpse is found and the Elves gather into the centre of town.

Priestess Tiatha performs a sermon for every single member of the fallen as their bodies are lowered into the ground, The last to be Buried is Elder Tannyll, His body given a prominent spot in the new,large grave site. As his body is lowered into the ground Priestess Tiatha speaks on his life.
“Elder Tannyll, The oldest and wisest of us all, Our guide and leader for thee hundred years, He was loved by all and hated by none, Taken from us before his time. Let us remember he and all of our fallen and be comforted to know that we shall meet again, In Arvanaith”

As Priestess Tiatha words fade and Elder Tannyls body buried Meria steps forward,throws back her head and let's forth a melodic cry of sheer,wordless anguish, As if on cue the other Elves take up the cry,even the children, their voices mingling and harmonising in a outpouring of overwhelming grief, Their combined voices enough to break the hearts of any to of heard them.

The next day,the survivors gathered once again to decide on what to do. Sylvar addressees the group.
“We can no longer stay here, we must Travel somewhere safe,away from the forest. But I am unsure as to where”. Earaldur steps forward and speaks up
“You should all travel to Everska, though it belongs to our cousins the moon elves they would welcome you and provide homes,it will be safe there”. The group all mutter amongst themselves and agree that is a fine idea, one of the Citizens speaks out.
“A fine idea,but what of Sygaxvalos and the orcs, they must pay for this”

Earaldur calmly speaks
“The skullcrushers are no more, after their defeat here they will not have the warriors to survive,they may of destroyed our home but they destroyed their tribe in the process. As for Sygaxvalos, I shall hunt him down”
Meira speaks up, half shouting her words
“I want to come with you! We can get him together!”
Sylvar, Earallium, Priestess Tiatha, Katar and Luthias all offer their assistance also as Meria stands awaiting Earaldurs reply anxiously. Putting a comforting hand on Meiras shoulder he addresses them

“You must all get the others safely to Everska, alone they will not make it there. I shall pursue Sygaxvalos myself, but once you got the others to safety, if you still wish to come assist me, I will not stop you. But for now,the others come first”
Meria looks sadly down at the reply offering a small nod
“Fine but I’m coming to find you once they are safe”
“If that is your choice I shall respect it,but promise me you won't travel alone”
Sylvar approaches and lays a hand on Meria's other shoulder
“She won't be alone, I promise you this Earaldur”

Earaldur nods
“You should all start on your way,get them to safety, we shall meet again”
“I'll see them safely to Everska, Earaldur. Everyone we're moving out”
After saying their farewells to Earaldur the group moves out, The last to speak with him is Phaendar.
“Earaldur...Thanks for saving my life and everything. But um...if you really going after Sygaxvalos can you please do something, For me and...well for my dad to?”
“Of course,what is it you want me to do?”
“Could you, try and find the weapons and armour Sygaxvalos stole? It would really mean a lot to me to have them back so his work is never forgotten”

Kneeling down Earaldur to Phaendars height
“I shall do all I can to find them and return them to you Phaendar, I promise you.”
“Thank you Earaldur”
Phaendar gives Earaldur a short hug before running to catch up with the others. Earaldur waits for nightfall, then amongst the smouldering ruins that was once his home, At the darkest hour before dawn, Earaldur Swears an oath,cutting his palm and swearing before the Seldarine.

“Hear me Seldarine! From this night I swear to track down and kill the Red Dragon Sygaxvalos, He has caused great pain to our people and only with his death shall they be avenged”. The sound of heavy wings makes Earaldur look to the sky, There the silhouette of a dragon is seen flying through the skies, Two large chests grasped in it's claws, one is undeniably the chest Sygaxvalos stole. The Dragon flies South,Toward the western heartlands where the human city of Baldurs gate lies. Earaldur grabs his sword and heads in the same direction, Anger in his eyes and vengeance burning in his heart.

// Hope you enjoyed it, sorry if some of the descriptions are a bit vague,i'm not to great at creative writeing. Anyway if you liked one of the characters in the story feel free to make them in game. Just contact me in game or via PM on the forum and i'll tell you if that chars avalible and sugest a build if it is (or you can make one of course) . I left second names out Deliberatly so you can choose your own.
Characters currently Availible are:
Kitar- Rogue/Assassin
Meira- Bard
Tiatha - Cleric
Luthais- Archer
Sylvar- Warrior