Beginnings

The air was damp and cold. The drip, drip, drip of water echoed throughout the darkenedcavern.  The dwarf didn’t evennotice.  He had more important things toattend to.  His entire clan had beenwiped out by a troop of marauding Orcs and he was out for revenge. 

                “Are you sure they went this way,” came a quiet whisper, interrupting his thoughts.  It was Eleanore, a deceptively fierce fighter with an enigmatic beauty that often lulled her opponents into a sense of overconfidence…to their own peril. The dwarf loved Eleanore and had known her his entire life. 

Princess Eleanore 

                “Thereare Orcs nearby,” replied Donagle, named after his father, King DonagleKrumpler III of the Krumpler clan.  

                “Seethe glow of the blade?”  He lifted hissword and an eerie blue light emanated from the blade as well as a soft hummingsound. 

                Eleanorehurriedly unsheathed her sword as well and noticed the same light coming fromthe newly smithed blade.  “I almostforgot,” she said, embarrassed.

                The twohad had the swords custom made utilizing a legendary magic that had taken themon the adventure of their lives.  She wasthinking back to that day when she and  Donagle would often be found wandering inthe caverns at the base of the Great Blue Mountain as children, when something caught hereye.

                “Overthere!” she shouted.  It was toolate.  They were trapped…

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