Role

Chapter 1

The Guardian--Part One.
Added Tue Sep 16 19:51:39 2008 at level 50:

Erelia's grandiose title for herself was the High
Metechancellommander WarProvost of Thar-Maran. One of such position had to
explore the lands, and become intimate with every nook and cranny. This day,
her travelling led her through the treacherous and entirely unknown
Silverwood!

She stepped gingerly, watching the ground in front of her with each
movement. Each sound drew her rapt attention, as she glared in the direction
of the sudden intrusion. Though a wood-elf, she had never had the easiest of
times in forests, and this was no exception. Her robes continued to get
tangled with branches. She attacked each one separately with a skillful
tug-of-war match, leaving both her robe and the branches mangled. Sunlight
barely pierced the overhanging shrubbery, giving a luminescent glow to her
surroundings. Silence was noticeable, except for the occasional snapped
branch, or mischievous chuckle from the out of place bard wandering the area.
She stopped a moment, nearing a lake, and pondered. "This has to be the most
unexplored area in ALL of Thera! I will be famous!" She knelt near the lake,
taking a brief moment to glimpse at the shining, swimming tubes underneath
and their rhythmic swaying of color and fin. Letting herself have a moment to
rest, she scanned her barren surroundings, entirely ignoring the numerous
groups of adventurers MUCH YOUNGER THAN SHE, who were making faster headway
through the easily-trodden woods.

After the small rest, she hopped up gleefully and continued
southwards towards what she would hope would be a small adventure. Though she
had been this way before, it was much more fun to just wrangle around in the
flora. Bored with the forest, she decided to check on her rival's situation.
She sprinted southward, raucously sashaying through the bushes. Barely
hesitating at the change of terrain, she bolted through the small mountain
path near the Goblin village, quickly climbing the trail higher. Moving as
fast as ever, Erelia barely looked around as she hiked skillfully to the
highest peak, darting into the temple before her. As soon as she entered, her
steps slowed. She began to sneak, as quietly and slowly as possible, moving
towards the center pillar. The bright rooms on her right contrasted with the
darkness on her left, shockingly interrupting her peripheral vision, but she
kept her head aimed straight and true as she neared the pillar. She took a
quick glance up the side of the small monolith, grinning as she neared the
area where her rival sat. The poems at the various altars streamed through
her mind momentarily, distracting her for a moment as she neared the steps.
Goofily, as a child would, she leaned herself over the steps peering upwards.


There he was--The statue still, stone guardian, still standing in
front of that silly portal.