Hammerhead
Explorer
Elverond stood on the black, jutting rock the youths had named the Drop. He looked out sadly across the ocean and into the midnight sky. "So strange," he reflected softly. "The bringer of life for so long could very well spell death for my people. Although it may be too late, now the elders are convinced that something, anything, must be done." The chill wind of near-forgotten winter raced across the sea, penetrated his robes, and chilled the elf's blood. He ignored the cold.
Letting a small sigh escape his pursed lips, the elf adjusted his collar and paced along the rock, thinking of names. "Syrith, surely he must go. He's strong, tough, quick, and capable. And William...he thinks he hides his powers, but I know." Smiling, he continued. "And Ashmore. A bright, quick youth who's skills may come in handy, as long as Syrith keeps him out of trouble."
"Hmm, finally, they may need a healer. The only real priest is myself. And I am needed to lead this island...perhaps the gnome, Violet. Perhaps I could get her out of my hair for a while. She shouldn't be too dangerous...yes, four should venture off the island."
Standing at the precipice of the Drop, Elverond gazed downward at the harrowing reminder of the upcoming troubles.
Kneeling at the edge, Elverond performed the Sign of God and issued a prayer, asking for wisdom to guide the people of Peruvia in the coming days...
And so begins the Quest of the Seven Isles...
Letting a small sigh escape his pursed lips, the elf adjusted his collar and paced along the rock, thinking of names. "Syrith, surely he must go. He's strong, tough, quick, and capable. And William...he thinks he hides his powers, but I know." Smiling, he continued. "And Ashmore. A bright, quick youth who's skills may come in handy, as long as Syrith keeps him out of trouble."
"Hmm, finally, they may need a healer. The only real priest is myself. And I am needed to lead this island...perhaps the gnome, Violet. Perhaps I could get her out of my hair for a while. She shouldn't be too dangerous...yes, four should venture off the island."
Standing at the precipice of the Drop, Elverond gazed downward at the harrowing reminder of the upcoming troubles.
Kneeling at the edge, Elverond performed the Sign of God and issued a prayer, asking for wisdom to guide the people of Peruvia in the coming days...
And so begins the Quest of the Seven Isles...
