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Althirion's Suite: Chapter 2 The Priestess of Tyr paces back and forth in her anxiety, "What does the Assassin's childhood have anything to do with what he's done?" Zai-no holds both of his hands in the air, "Our childhood often defines who are, who we become. You would be wise to look into your own past and see the connections to then and now." "And where did you hear this?" He shrugs, "A newsletter, an old monk proverb," the orc looks her in the eyes and says, "maybe the Assassin said it himself." I say this because as Althir grew up his father became distant. So distant that as a kid he questioned if the man he was following was really his father. Don't look at me like that, yes I said: following, but that's only because until he was ten Althir kept moving from place to place. The whole time, he took care of his sister, Natiana. Fortunately, Gulgon didn't get into drinking, but maybe that's not the blessing most think it would be.
Another Short Story When Orcus was defeated for the fifth and final time by Althir's hand, he looked to his companions. All of them had followed him through hell and back for this. Not all of them agreed with his decisions, and some were surprised that they did what they had to do. Many have died in their travels, but one truth remains: had they not killed Orcus more would have suffered. Night after night, day after day, circumstance after circumstance... each and every one of his traveling companion's left his side. It was dark, and the forest was still. Althir said his last goodbye... he stared into the fire and looked around. No one was there, it was just him all alone once again. He closed his remaining eye and thought back to a happier time. A voice came from besides him, it was gentle and warm, like that of a lover's embrace. "You would've liked a nice quiet life without violence," the voice said. It was that of a female's, at first it was hard to tell who w
Althirion's Suite: Chapter 1 "Tell me, Priestess," Zai-no asked as he leans forward into his stone chair. "What do you know of the De'Alselah Clan?" he continued with a nonchalant tone. She walked around, pacing back and forth for a moment before replying. "Is that supposed to be a joke?" the Priestess demanded in annoyance, "The De'Alselah are a band of elves that are nothing more than complete evil!" Slamming her fist into her palm, she continued to shout, "They're the most chaotic, evil, and vile group ever to live. Causing nothing but bedlam, and discord for everyone!" The more she talked the angrier she got, "For the longest of times those who served Tyr's righteous hand have wished nothing more than their clan's annihilation!" For a moment there was silence, but then small squeals were heard. They were coming form the orc. At first the noises were just few in between small silent pauses, but then they became more frequent. Finally, Zai-no burst into laughter. The Pri