Haelon's Vengeance

[TavernLich 324]

((On an iPhone, so please ignore the possible spelling errors and the basic formatting))

The swamp of Embermoore was filled with the sound of nothingness, no bird nor any other animal dared make a noise before a sudden ringing filled the air, engulfing the deathly area in a barrage of metallic humming.

Step-by-step, a figure donning cloth clasped in golden armor emerged from the shadows, a matching aurum staff in his hand, an elongated sword by his side, both items pulsing. A High Elf's face comes into view, standing amongst the dead and rotten foliage of Embermoore, revealing flawless features of what is so called "purity."

The wind howled ferociously as the Elf began to solemnly pace about the area, his hands swaying by his side as he repeatedly trots around the marshy terrain before coming to a sudden halt. His eyes drifted over to the sudden clearing before him, seemingly dazed as his brows furrowed at the sudden burst of sunlight, face to face with the gates of Haelun'or.

Sudden light breezes beat his chest, the elf ignoring the gazes of the onlookers as he advanced towards the gatehouse, before hastily retreating, slinking bellow the shadows of the trees as a lizard-like smile began to creep around his face.

"Be weary, my 'kin,' for soon you will pay for your cowardice and dishonor..." The figure spoke, his voice harsh and metallic alongside the rustling of leaves, exiting the area as he, once again, looms closer to Embermoore, the darkness engulfing his figure...

((Note, I don't represent the actions of the Adherency in this post, this is purely my Character's current whims))

[Huh 91]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.