Tredav the Champion of Ancient Ways

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Chapter 1

It is a dark, wet night, and in one of the back alleys of Galadon, a sodden,
scarred Felar cub stares up at heavy wooden door. "How could I spend it so
swiftly?" he thinks to himself, "There must be another way". As if in denial
of the last thought, his stomach growls angrily. With a long sigh, the sodden
Felar raps on the wooden door. A burly Human man answers it, who upon
recognising the Felar, stands aside to allow him entry. The Human escorts the
Felar down the all too familiar corridor, from the passing rooms moans and
screams of pain can be heard. They finally reach an empty room, where the
Felar is left to wait.
An hour or so passes, before another Human enters, this one slender and
hooded in dark robe. He motions for the Felar to take his place in the corner
of the room. As the Felar makes his way towards the corner the robed man
starts uttering the beginnings of a spell. Hackles quickly rise on the Felar,
and savage growl can be heard before the full force of the spell hits...

...hours pass, the Felar slipping in and out of consciousness, only aware of
the pain, endless pain...

...with a muted whimper, the Felar opens his eyes. He?s back in the alley, the
heavy wooden door just around the corner. He starts to rise, but a sharp pain
in his left hind leg stops him. Looking down at himself he's a mess, as
always. Dried blood clots his fur, and fresh wounds that will no doubt add to
his already disfigured body. Opening his left paw he finds what he came for;
a single gold coin. Cursing the Mages that did this to him, he slowly limps
off, praying that this coin will last longer than the one before.