Lore: A Battle of Good and Evil
Carnthir nodded in thanks. "Though I doubt they will ever find our city again." He paused and stared out into the unknown world beyond the forest. "Our city is now well protected and shielded with our on magic." He turned back to Thomas and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Get some rest. We leave at sunrise tomorrow." With that the elf departed to the tents that were pitched for the cities inhabitants.
Carnthir laid in his tent with wide eyes. He wouldn't find sleep this night. Too much sorrow had come to his people. He tossed and turned and saw the burned image of the dark lords who caused so much destruction and chaos.
Most slept but a few could be heard singing their sorrows of the previous night and morn. Carnthir stepped from his tent and listened to their solemn voices. He walked through the rubble that remained of his city... his home. He walked among his singing kindred and found a large branch to sit on. He rested there looking up into the vast sea of stars that made up the heavens above.
Most slept but a few could be heard singing their sorrows of the previous night and morn. Carnthir stepped from his tent and listened to their solemn voices. He walked through the rubble that remained of his city... his home. He walked among his singing kindred and found a large branch to sit on. He rested there looking up into the vast sea of stars that made up the heavens above.
The elves nodded. Among them was Coia, Carnthir, and two others Thomas hadn't met yet. Dol stood in front of them and bade them farewell.
"This is Eled," Carnthir gestured to the one with light brown hair. "And this is Delmere." He noted the other who stood just a bit taller than the rest of them and his blond hair flowed down to between his shoulder blades. The inclined their head to Thomas as was their fashion.
"This is Eled," Carnthir gestured to the one with light brown hair. "And this is Delmere." He noted the other who stood just a bit taller than the rest of them and his blond hair flowed down to between his shoulder blades. The inclined their head to Thomas as was their fashion.