![]() “Just stay away from the palace of the Noble Ones.” “I’m training to become a boar hunter! And father says that boar are up at the crack of dawn!”Įlijayess, renown hunter throughout Southern Ergoth, smiled. “Of course,” replied Belrain, as his twin sister, Maidel, swung to her brother’s side. “Now aren’t we up bright and early?” Elijayess inquired. Even though his blood was pure, only his mother, father, and sister called him by his given name. His features were fine and he was quite handsome. He kept it pulled back in a single thick braid, and his bangs would cover his eyes if he didn’t keep them swept to one side. His skin was dark like most Kagonesti, and his black hair was fine and hung almost to his waist. As strong as he was, he was equally quick, and no Kagonesti could aim a longbow truer than Elijayess. Without Atheena on his back he could jump farther than any elf, and he could snap the neck of the largest boar with his bare hands. Decades of such activity had turned him into a lean marvel of tightly packed sinew. Eventually he could scurry up trees, jump from branch to branch, and even do somersaults with his sister clinging to his back, just for fun. At first she felt almost weightless, but as she grew, Elijayess’ muscles grew with her. He had always been strong, but when it became evident that his little sister was lame in both legs, he took it upon himself to carry her wherever she wanted to go. “Half-elf” was the name given to Elijayess due to his incredible, almost inhuman strength. “Good morning, Half-elf,” piped the little Belrain as he perched himself on a branch a short distance from Elijayess.Įlijayess ignored the nickname. Two Kagonesti children, Belrain and Maidel, were playing a heated game of vine-tag when Elijayess reached the window. Elijayess, a full-blooded Kagonesti elf, stood up, reaching six feet in height, crossed the room of his crude but comfortable treehut, and gazed out the window. Thick beams of sunlight poured through a paneless window, warming his elven face. “No.”Įlijayess Moonshadow awoke to the chirping of playful birds. “NOOOOOO!” Elijayess cried, throwing off the wool blanket that covered his muscled body and sitting bolt upright on his straw mattress. But, before Elijayess could react, the elf prince stated, “Kiss her goodbye,” and with a swift thrust, jabbed the razor sharp dagger into the small of Atheena’s back. Seeping wounds covered her body, as if she had been savagely beaten.įinding himself unarmed, Elijayess prepared to lunge bare-fisted at the regal elf. Her clothes were ripped and torn, exposing too much of her delicate frame. Speechless, Elijayess glanced at his silver-haired sister. “Go ahead, Half-elf,” sneered the prince, “rescue the crippled wench.” The prince, clad in a white military uniform covered by a purple velvet cloak, smiled evilly. Holding his sister by her hair stood a Silvanesti prince in his other hand he held a long, curved dagger. “Atheena!” Elijayess called again, recognizing his sister as he burst into the clearing. As Elijayess splashed through newly formed puddles he began to see the faint outline of two figures ahead of him, one standing, the other huddled on the ground. He knew he was close, and just prayed that he reached her before any harm could be done.Īn ear shattering thunderclap echoed in the sky and rain began to fall. Elijayess’ sister, Atheena, remained silent but he kept running, in a way feeling her presence up ahead. Somehow he knew the other runner was also trying to locate his sister, but with the intent of ending her life. He could hear another set of footsteps running up ahead of him, but the runner was invisible through the thick vegetation. Relying solely on his keen hearing and infravision, Elijayess did all he could to locate his crying-possibly dying-sister. “Atheena!” called Elijayess, hoping to receive a reply from his crippled sister, screaming from the depths of the forest.Įlijayess ran, snapping low hanging branches that attempted to bar his path. All was quiet-until suddenly a bloodcurdling scream pierced the air, a scream not of pain, but of loss. Thick rain clouds masked the twinkling stars and the silent rumbling of thunder could be heard in the distance. The cool midnight breeze whistled softly through the stout oak branches of Southern Ergoth. The story takes place on the Dragonlance world of Krynn, shortly before the beginning of the War of the Lance. Its a pretty easy read, if it generates any interest I'll post some of his adventures as well. It explains his motives, abilities, and personality. This is the original short story I wrote up and gave to my DM before we began his solo campaign. In 1E he was an UA Barbarian, he has since been converted to a multiclass for 3E. Elijayess is the Wild Elf Barbarian Archer I've played for more than ten years.
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