Awakening of the Nymerians Chapter 1 - The story begins.
Your head is throbing.
You see stars and strange colors.
After a short while your sight return.
You are lying on your back in a forest glade.
It is summer, and the birds are singing.
Last thing you remember though, it was still winter...
You've been searcing the old ruins for the Fruit of Cleansing when you met up with Thukk, the minotaur.
He claimed to live in the ruins, and knew where the fruit was. When he led you there, a woman wearing red flowing robes, a beautiful white wolf at her side, was waiting for you with a smile.
That was when you heard the deep growl from behind. Everything seem to happen at once. Thukk charged you from behind, the wolf attack from the front, and the woman started to chant. It was all over in seconds. The woman spread her arms wide in a dramatic gesture and a brilliant light shone from her palms.
Then there was blackness.
...And now you're lying here, wherever this might be.
Devon:
After lying still for several minuts to let your head clear completely you rise to a sitting position. The trees are greener than you've ever seen, and the grass even more so. A thin mist floats lazily a couple of feet above the grass, giving the glade a somewhat silent feeling. Judging by the light, it is still early in the morning.
You look around and quickly locate your companions. Just a couple of feet to your right Havort is lying face down in the grass. On your left a hollow log lies partly submerged in the ground, and lying half on top of it is the elf, Tarasin. They both seem unconcious.
You suddenly hear a sound from behind, and you turn around. The Wizard is awakening on the other side of the glade. The sun reflects of his scales in his face when he rubs his temples and look in your direction. He sees you, and looks somewhat relieved. Between Symian and yourself you see a black and red shape lying in the grass. The last of the five who was betrayed by the Minotaur and his ally is also here.
You let out a sigh of relief, and starts to rise. Symian mirrors your movements and you look confused at eachother. You shrug, then flexes your muscular body. You do not feel hurt, and your muscles are not stiff. Obviously you have not been lying still for very long. Or maybe it is just your regenerating abilities. Whatever the reason might be, you decide it might be a good idea to try to wake your comapions. It seems that Symian is of a similar opinion, and together you'll try to rouse your friends.
Before you are able to take two steps towards Tarasin the forest comes alive. The glade is suddenly surrounded by nearly twenty humanoid figures, all but one carrying bows with arrows notched and ready. One of the figures near you, the only one without a bow, takes a step foreward and says something in a language you do not know.
Symian:
This last development was quite unexpected. And the fact that neither you or the troll heard any them before they appeared, puts a frown on you face.
You take a good look at the humanoids. They are obvious some types of elves, but you've never seen elves like this before. Most of them are atleast 7 feet tall, and they range in color from light violet to shadowy purple, and they all wear clothing made of leather, with fur and feather decorations.
Their weapons looks good enough, so you try not to make any sudden movements. You move slowly over to Devon and stands beside him.
The leader of the elves says something again, and you shake your head, indicating that you do not understand. The elf seems to understand and gestures towards your still sleeping companions with a questioning look.
