An
Elf from the past comes forth in to the light. Dithal was a skilled
ranger, Living in the Elven city of Lothlorien with his family and
friends. Days would be spent hunting and walking through the forests of
his homeland. Nights spent with friends drinking and telling tales of
savage battles and boasted heroics. Laughs would be had and Mirth
begotten in a land where life never ended. Troubles seemed a thing of
the past during these peaceful times. All worries set aside in
recreation and of course Life. One can never expect stories to always
turn out good. Alas, this story is no different. One fateful day, during
his typical hunting expeditions, Dithal and his hunting party came upon
a wounded creature. Difficult to describe in detail, one could simply
say that it was something of a Humanoid wolf, A kobold I believe they
are called. Although Dithal was Skeptical about this all, they decided
to take this creature back to their home for healing and medical
care.
A
bad decision it seemed. In the night, While this Kobold creature was
healed and sleeping easily, Its friends came to "rescue" him
from the grips of the evil elf folk. Without warning Lothlorien was
attacked with brutal force. Unsuspecting Elves died In their sleep while
others Died with a bow or sword in hand. The elves, helplessly
outnumbered and cornered, fought with the fury of the earth from which
they came. To no avail, for the Kobolds broke through and triumphed over
them. Many slain and even more wounded and running, the elves abandoned
their beloved home in hope of reclaiming it after careful Strategy and
planed attacks. What they didn't know on the other hand was that,
Working with the Kobolds and of course the source of the power helping
them, was a powerful wizard. He wished to claim the Elvish Kingdom and
all its knowledge for his own to further his dark appetites of
destruction. Each planned attack failed and more died. Soon there were
but a few left of the huge kingdom of Lothlorien. Those few survivors
included a few warriors, one mage, and a single Ranger. Dithal.
Disturbed by the turn of events that had just taken place. One of the
warriors suggested to make one last attempt or die to join their
brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers. All of their family in the
afterlife.
The
attack commenced Immediately, The warriors charging forth as Dithal and
the Magi used projectiles and magic to aide them. Unknown to them was,
The evil wizard of power that originally devised the whole attack on
Lothlorien, was waiting for them in a clearing. The warriors fell
quickly to his immense power. The Elf Mage pulled up every magical
barrier he could muster and tried to hold the Wizard back. To no Avail.
With Magical energies swirling about them. Smashing against the shield
and crushing the mind of the Elf mage slowly. Dithal didn't know what to
do. He considered his options then drew one last Arrow. A shot. Hit flew
straight and true hitting the Wizard in the eye. Not deep enough to kill
but he would be blinded in that eye for the rest of his life. Magic
shattered and spewed forth everywhere. The screams of the wizard making
the earth literally trembling with the amount of energy. The Elf
Mage collapsed from strain. and Loss of energy. Dithal caught him but
knew it was hopeless. He screamed out to the world. Yelling every curse
known to Elven kind. Then Something different happened. Energies swirled
together and shot forth towards them. Engulfed in energy and magic
Dithal was sure it was over. But wait. Everything stopped. It sounded
silent. He slowly opened his eyes to reveal he was no longer in the
grand forests of Lothlorien. For that matter he wasn't sure exactly
where he was. He looked down to the Elf in his arms. Badly wounded and
breathing shallow. But there was something else. His mind was gone.
Destroyed from the power of magic used to smash his shields of power.
Dithal sighed softly. Tears flowing freely as he looked down at what was
left of Lothlorien. Himself and a shattered Mage. In this new land, he
would be forced to travel long and hard. It would be rough on him but he
would make it. The Elf Mage died in the night and was buried the next
morning. After that Dithal set out. Tears dried on his face from the
tragedies that had befallen his homeland, he went in search of the
Wizard who caused it all. The Mad Magician who destroyed everything he
had ever known. He vowed on the Graves and souls of all his Family and
Home. He would avenge them.
An
Elf from the past comes forth in to the light. Dithal was a skilled
ranger, Living in the Elven city of Lothlorien with his family and
friends. Days would be spent hunting and walking through the forests of
his homeland. Nights spent with friends drinking and telling tales of
savage battles and boasted heroics. Laughs would be had and Mirth
begotten in a land where life never ended. Troubles seemed a thing of
the past during these peaceful times. All worries set aside in
recreation and of course Life. One can never expect stories to always
turn out good. Alas, this story is no different. One fateful day, during
his typical hunting expeditions, Dithal and his hunting party came upon
a wounded creature. Difficult to describe in detail, one could simply
say that it was something of a Humanoid wolf, A kobold I believe they
are called. Although Dithal was Skeptical about this all, they decided
to take this creature back to their home for healing and medical
care.
A
bad decision it seemed. In the night, While this Kobold creature was
healed and sleeping easily, Its friends came to "rescue" him
from the grips of the evil elf folk. Without warning Lothlorien was
attacked with brutal force. Unsuspecting Elves died In their sleep while
others Died with a bow or sword in hand. The elves, helplessly
outnumbered and cornered, fought with the fury of the earth from which
they came. To no avail, for the Kobolds broke through and triumphed over
them. Many slain and even more wounded and running, the elves abandoned
their beloved home in hope of reclaiming it after careful Strategy and
planed attacks. What they didn't know on the other hand was that,
Working with the Kobolds and of course the source of the power helping
them, was a powerful wizard. He wished to claim the Elvish Kingdom and
all its knowledge for his own to further his dark appetites of
destruction. Each planned attack failed and more died. Soon there were
but a few left of the huge kingdom of Lothlorien. Those few survivors
included a few warriors, one mage, and a single Ranger. Dithal.
Disturbed by the turn of events that had just taken place. One of the
warriors suggested to make one last attempt or die to join their
brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers. All of their family in the
afterlife.
The
attack commenced Immediately, The warriors charging forth as Dithal and
the Magi used projectiles and magic to aide them. Unknown to them was,
The evil wizard of power that originally devised the whole attack on
Lothlorien, was waiting for them in a clearing. The warriors fell
quickly to his immense power. The Elf Mage pulled up every magical
barrier he could muster and tried to hold the Wizard back. To no Avail.
With Magical energies swirling about them. Smashing against the shield
and crushing the mind of the Elf mage slowly. Dithal didn't know what to
do. He considered his options then drew one last Arrow. A shot. Hit flew
straight and true hitting the Wizard in the eye. Not deep enough to kill
but he would be blinded in that eye for the rest of his life. Magic
shattered and spewed forth everywhere. The screams of the wizard making
the earth literally trembling with the amount of energy. The Elf
Mage collapsed from strain. and Loss of energy. Dithal caught him but
knew it was hopeless. He screamed out to the world. Yelling every curse
known to Elven kind. Then Something different happened. Energies swirled
together and shot forth towards them. Engulfed in energy and magic
Dithal was sure it was over. But wait. Everything stopped. It sounded
silent. He slowly opened his eyes to reveal he was no longer in the
grand forests of Lothlorien. For that matter he wasn't sure exactly
where he was. He looked down to the Elf in his arms. Badly wounded and
breathing shallow. But there was something else. His mind was gone.
Destroyed from the power of magic used to smash his shields of power.
Dithal sighed softly. Tears flowing freely as he looked down at what was
left of Lothlorien. Himself and a shattered Mage. In this new land, he
would be forced to travel long and hard. It would be rough on him but he
would make it. The Elf Mage died in the night and was buried the next
morning. After that Dithal set out. Tears dried on his face from the
tragedies that had befallen his homeland, he went in search of the
Wizard who caused it all. The Mad Magician who destroyed everything he
had ever known. He vowed on the Graves and souls of all his Family and
Home. He would avenge them. 
