Prologue
Long ago before you and I were ever thought of, there was a land where beasts walked, beasts of divine power. This land was simply called Mythics. For thousands of years Mythics dwelled in darkness, for the first of heroes had not arisen to light the way for the free peoples of Mythics. The hero would not arise until the Oracle lit up and shined its divine glorious light on him. But the oracle lay in ruin in the Kingdom of Old, far past the Elf controlled forests and the Fire Mountains that house the dens of dragons. It is crumbling, waiting for one to find it and turn on the light in the darkness.
Many have forgotten about the most glorious oracle, but few believe that somewhere it resides waiting to be discovered by the hero. These few are outcasts in the eyes of their fellows. For those who have waited in darkness light is on the horizon for the oracle has chosen a hero. Phillip of Old Water is born and light is on its way.
Part 1
The Hunt
Old Water is small fishing village south of Grand National, the capital of man. Old Water’s population is one thousand seven hundred and fifty two mostly consisted of man, women, children, and half elf. For four hundred forty five years Old Water lived in peace with the local population mythic beasts that made their homes along the boundaries of the village. Those who wish not to be found dwell in the inns north of the villages center. In the hills of Old Water is small colony of human and half elves. Near the center of the village in the smallest shack lives Phillip Kingfisher. Phillip lives with his mother and works as farmhand and stable boy. Nine years ago Phillip’s father disappeared on a trade route to some islands of the coast of the Ringwater River.
The trip was relatively simple travel five miles out in open water and meet the merchants at the Silver Back Village docks, yet somehow he never made it home. Phillip was just nine years old. Ever since his father disappeared he has taken on the responsibilities his father had left behind. Today is Phillip’s eighteenth birthday and the anniversary of his fathers disappearance. Phillip is tall with short jet black hair. His face is pale and his eyes are dark brown. And his cloths are rags. In his room Phillip writes in his journal.
March 1, Spring’s End
Dear Journal,
Last night I had an incredible dream of adventure. I was in an Elven village. In the night a phoenix flew overhead lighting the nighttime sky with fire. Everyone in the dream was cheering for me. I was not poor and I carried a sword that was as light as the leaves of the Applegail tree. Then the dream changed and was riding on a legendary creature- a Pure Stallion one of the ones from the tales of the gods. I wish the dream was real.
- Phillip
Phillip jumped up as his mother called his name. “Phillip,” his mother called “come down stairs!” He got up went to see what is mother wanted. In the door stood Phillips closest friends. They were Collin Saddlemain, Darius Clearbeck, and Rider.
Collin was tallest his height bordering around six feet five. Darius was a half elf also tall himself being six foot, he lives human grandparents. Rider was the shortest and the quietest. He wore a black traveling cloak with a hood covering his head.
“Phillip,” Collin said in a booming voice “a herd of deer settled in the forest-”
“I’ll get my bow.” Phillip said cutting Collin off. Phillip ran upstairs to his room. He opened up a drawer and took out a set of bronze chain mail and a brown leather vest. Then went to his closet and took a bow off a rack and grabbed a set of arrows and a hunting dagger and then ran downstairs. The forest of Old Water was relatively large covering two thirds of the surrounding area. The four hunters ran off into dark woods eager for the hunt.
“Where exactly are the deer at?” asked Phillip.
“Just a bit further down by the Chestnut River.” said Darius. The Chestnut River was surrounded by a miniature forest of chestnut trees thus its name. For and hour and a half Phillip and his companions walked until something caught their attention. On the ground was the remains of a doe. The doe’s flesh was hanging off its body and it had several gashes across its body. Rider was the first to notice it. “Over here!” He yelled.
Phillip, Darius, and Collin ran over to Rider.
“What could have done this?” asked Darius
“A wolf?” suggested Phillip.
“No,” said Darius as he got down on all fours “the scents human and something else.”
“How can you tell?” said Collin looking amazed.
“I just can.” Darius replied plainly.
“Because your a half elf?” asked Phillip.
“Probably.” replied Darius.
While talking neither Phillip, Collin, and Darius saw Rider crouch to the area. Rider put his hand on the ground and all of a sudden the ground glowed bright green.
“Look.” said Rider. The three others looked at Rider and when they saw their mouths dropped.
“What are you doing?” asked Darius.
“How are you doing that?” asked Collin.
“I don’t know.” said Rider.
“Look footprints,” Darius said looking at the ground, something else came to his attention “claw prints.”
“Goblins.” said Collin crouching down to get a closer look. Darius sniffed the air,
“You’re right I smell them.” said Darius. Phillip stood still looking down at glowing ground. For all his life he heard stories of goblins and what they did to innocent people.
“Well,” said Collin “we did come here for a hunt.” Phillip looked over with a small grin on his face.
“Goblin hunting?” he said.
“We’ll be doing a service to the community.” said Collin eagerly. Phillip did think killing dangerous creatures would be good for the community. Darius stood up and shook his head.
“I thought we came here to hunt deer,” he said angrily “I’m almost out of food at home!”
“Goblins carry gold,” boomed Collin “you’ll have enough money to by food for a year.” Darius’s Mouth twitched as he thought this over.
“Fine I’m in,” said Darius sadly “Rider what about you?” Before Rider spoke Collin interrupted him
“Majority already voted - let’s go.”
“They went east.” said Rider as he lifted his hands from the ground. As he did this the ground color returned to brown and there was no more visible traces of footprints on the ground.
“Darius,” said Phillip “what about the human footprints?”
“I think they went with the Goblins.” answered Darius. This bothered Phillip he wondered why someone would be traveling with Goblins. This was turning out to be a very entertaining birthday all that was missing was ale and a couple of very nice dancing girls.
“How fresh is the scent?” he said as he turned to Darius. Darius sniffed the air and said, “It’ still fresh - maybe an hour old.” Phillip pulled of his bow from his back. “All right!” laughed Collin as he unsheathed a giant two handed sword, Darius pulled out his bow, and Rider took a spear of his back. Then they ran deeper into the woods.
***
Two hours later they found a small camp in the middle of a clearing. “Shh!” said Phillip. In the camp standing around a fire and eating meat was at least twenty goblins.
“Look.” said Darius point at two men heavily clad in thick black armor.
“Mercenaries” Collin exclaimed. Phillip wondered why two mercenaries were traveling with goblins. Something wasn’t right not right at all. Then they voices came out of nowhere “Grod do ni.”
“Well that’s not good.” said Collin. They were spotted and the goblins came running out of the clearing into the wood into the trees where they were at. Phillip drew and arrow out of his quiver and shot an arrow at a goblin. Darius did the same only with two arrows at once. Collin ran to meet the horde of goblins and started swing his sword. Rider ran in front of Phillip and Darius and raised he spear and charged.
Within minutes the goblins lay dead on the forest floor. The two men had not moved form the camp the stood still. Phillip had bad feeling about this. One of the mercenaries started walking toward Collin who stood still as though he was stunned.
“No!” yelled Darius as he shot and arrow at the mercenary. The arrow just bounced of the armor. Collin shook his head and ducked just as a heavy mace went over his head. Collin jabbed his sword at his adversary. It shattered on impact. Just before the Mercenary made the killing blow the he burst into flames. Phillip turned and saw Rider his hand was on fire. Behind him was the other mercenary dead on the ground with a spear on his head.
“How…did…you-” said Collin breathing heavily.
“Later.” said Rider. Phillip walked over to the dead body and looked down at it. On its armor it had some strange runes on its chest plate. Before he could touch the armor it crumbled and turned to dust.
“Let’s go home.” Phillip said.
End of part 1
Long ago before you and I were ever thought of, there was a land where beasts walked, beasts of divine power. This land was simply called Mythics. For thousands of years Mythics dwelled in darkness, for the first of heroes had not arisen to light the way for the free peoples of Mythics. The hero would not arise until the Oracle lit up and shined its divine glorious light on him. But the oracle lay in ruin in the Kingdom of Old, far past the Elf controlled forests and the Fire Mountains that house the dens of dragons. It is crumbling, waiting for one to find it and turn on the light in the darkness.
Many have forgotten about the most glorious oracle, but few believe that somewhere it resides waiting to be discovered by the hero. These few are outcasts in the eyes of their fellows. For those who have waited in darkness light is on the horizon for the oracle has chosen a hero. Phillip of Old Water is born and light is on its way.
Part 1
The Hunt
Old Water is small fishing village south of Grand National, the capital of man. Old Water’s population is one thousand seven hundred and fifty two mostly consisted of man, women, children, and half elf. For four hundred forty five years Old Water lived in peace with the local population mythic beasts that made their homes along the boundaries of the village. Those who wish not to be found dwell in the inns north of the villages center. In the hills of Old Water is small colony of human and half elves. Near the center of the village in the smallest shack lives Phillip Kingfisher. Phillip lives with his mother and works as farmhand and stable boy. Nine years ago Phillip’s father disappeared on a trade route to some islands of the coast of the Ringwater River.
The trip was relatively simple travel five miles out in open water and meet the merchants at the Silver Back Village docks, yet somehow he never made it home. Phillip was just nine years old. Ever since his father disappeared he has taken on the responsibilities his father had left behind. Today is Phillip’s eighteenth birthday and the anniversary of his fathers disappearance. Phillip is tall with short jet black hair. His face is pale and his eyes are dark brown. And his cloths are rags. In his room Phillip writes in his journal.
March 1, Spring’s End
Dear Journal,
Last night I had an incredible dream of adventure. I was in an Elven village. In the night a phoenix flew overhead lighting the nighttime sky with fire. Everyone in the dream was cheering for me. I was not poor and I carried a sword that was as light as the leaves of the Applegail tree. Then the dream changed and was riding on a legendary creature- a Pure Stallion one of the ones from the tales of the gods. I wish the dream was real.
- Phillip
Phillip jumped up as his mother called his name. “Phillip,” his mother called “come down stairs!” He got up went to see what is mother wanted. In the door stood Phillips closest friends. They were Collin Saddlemain, Darius Clearbeck, and Rider.
Collin was tallest his height bordering around six feet five. Darius was a half elf also tall himself being six foot, he lives human grandparents. Rider was the shortest and the quietest. He wore a black traveling cloak with a hood covering his head.
“Phillip,” Collin said in a booming voice “a herd of deer settled in the forest-”
“I’ll get my bow.” Phillip said cutting Collin off. Phillip ran upstairs to his room. He opened up a drawer and took out a set of bronze chain mail and a brown leather vest. Then went to his closet and took a bow off a rack and grabbed a set of arrows and a hunting dagger and then ran downstairs. The forest of Old Water was relatively large covering two thirds of the surrounding area. The four hunters ran off into dark woods eager for the hunt.
“Where exactly are the deer at?” asked Phillip.
“Just a bit further down by the Chestnut River.” said Darius. The Chestnut River was surrounded by a miniature forest of chestnut trees thus its name. For and hour and a half Phillip and his companions walked until something caught their attention. On the ground was the remains of a doe. The doe’s flesh was hanging off its body and it had several gashes across its body. Rider was the first to notice it. “Over here!” He yelled.
Phillip, Darius, and Collin ran over to Rider.
“What could have done this?” asked Darius
“A wolf?” suggested Phillip.
“No,” said Darius as he got down on all fours “the scents human and something else.”
“How can you tell?” said Collin looking amazed.
“I just can.” Darius replied plainly.
“Because your a half elf?” asked Phillip.
“Probably.” replied Darius.
While talking neither Phillip, Collin, and Darius saw Rider crouch to the area. Rider put his hand on the ground and all of a sudden the ground glowed bright green.
“Look.” said Rider. The three others looked at Rider and when they saw their mouths dropped.
“What are you doing?” asked Darius.
“How are you doing that?” asked Collin.
“I don’t know.” said Rider.
“Look footprints,” Darius said looking at the ground, something else came to his attention “claw prints.”
“Goblins.” said Collin crouching down to get a closer look. Darius sniffed the air,
“You’re right I smell them.” said Darius. Phillip stood still looking down at glowing ground. For all his life he heard stories of goblins and what they did to innocent people.
“Well,” said Collin “we did come here for a hunt.” Phillip looked over with a small grin on his face.
“Goblin hunting?” he said.
“We’ll be doing a service to the community.” said Collin eagerly. Phillip did think killing dangerous creatures would be good for the community. Darius stood up and shook his head.
“I thought we came here to hunt deer,” he said angrily “I’m almost out of food at home!”
“Goblins carry gold,” boomed Collin “you’ll have enough money to by food for a year.” Darius’s Mouth twitched as he thought this over.
“Fine I’m in,” said Darius sadly “Rider what about you?” Before Rider spoke Collin interrupted him
“Majority already voted - let’s go.”
“They went east.” said Rider as he lifted his hands from the ground. As he did this the ground color returned to brown and there was no more visible traces of footprints on the ground.
“Darius,” said Phillip “what about the human footprints?”
“I think they went with the Goblins.” answered Darius. This bothered Phillip he wondered why someone would be traveling with Goblins. This was turning out to be a very entertaining birthday all that was missing was ale and a couple of very nice dancing girls.
“How fresh is the scent?” he said as he turned to Darius. Darius sniffed the air and said, “It’ still fresh - maybe an hour old.” Phillip pulled of his bow from his back. “All right!” laughed Collin as he unsheathed a giant two handed sword, Darius pulled out his bow, and Rider took a spear of his back. Then they ran deeper into the woods.
***
Two hours later they found a small camp in the middle of a clearing. “Shh!” said Phillip. In the camp standing around a fire and eating meat was at least twenty goblins.
“Look.” said Darius point at two men heavily clad in thick black armor.
“Mercenaries” Collin exclaimed. Phillip wondered why two mercenaries were traveling with goblins. Something wasn’t right not right at all. Then they voices came out of nowhere “Grod do ni.”
“Well that’s not good.” said Collin. They were spotted and the goblins came running out of the clearing into the wood into the trees where they were at. Phillip drew and arrow out of his quiver and shot an arrow at a goblin. Darius did the same only with two arrows at once. Collin ran to meet the horde of goblins and started swing his sword. Rider ran in front of Phillip and Darius and raised he spear and charged.
Within minutes the goblins lay dead on the forest floor. The two men had not moved form the camp the stood still. Phillip had bad feeling about this. One of the mercenaries started walking toward Collin who stood still as though he was stunned.
“No!” yelled Darius as he shot and arrow at the mercenary. The arrow just bounced of the armor. Collin shook his head and ducked just as a heavy mace went over his head. Collin jabbed his sword at his adversary. It shattered on impact. Just before the Mercenary made the killing blow the he burst into flames. Phillip turned and saw Rider his hand was on fire. Behind him was the other mercenary dead on the ground with a spear on his head.
“How…did…you-” said Collin breathing heavily.
“Later.” said Rider. Phillip walked over to the dead body and looked down at it. On its armor it had some strange runes on its chest plate. Before he could touch the armor it crumbled and turned to dust.
“Let’s go home.” Phillip said.
End of part 1
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