The Northerner

The Northerner

by DarkJade

Chapter One – A Dark Town

It was a Tale of much woe…

The Northerner came from a far away Mountain… A place of peace, and solitude…

Far away from the Judging Eyes of Mortal Man, or Elf…

For he was a Halfbreed… Unaccepted by either.

He was but a young boy when he entered the mountain… His chosen place of “Self Banishment”…

His hair of grey, and Eyes of green.

He thought there… Amongst Natures Creatures… He would find the kind of Quiet his Soul Hungered for…

And so he did.

But as the years would pass, the skies below, where he had come from, to the south… Began to blacken more and more.

What Treacheries were afoot below he often wondered…

But he would simply force himself to put these things out of his mind…

After all… What good was a halfbreed to the World Below.

It wasn’t until his 17th birthday, after 5 or 6 years of darkened skies, that he made his way to a town at the bottom of his great mountain…

And as he road into town on his trusty steed, he noted how the Elven Forests were Darkened… Almost as if they had been lit ablaze…

And all about were Warrior Riders wearing all black, who looked his way as he passed, but payed him no mind, as they spoke of battles won… And the enslavement of the Dwarves of Onstadon…

“The Dwarves of Onstadon enslaved?? Impossible”

“They were the Greatest Miners, and Strongest Warriors of their kind…” the halfbreed Ronah thought to himself.

Soon he reached the now Darkened Town of Stormbaren…

And like everywhere else, there were Warriors in black all around…

As he reached the local Tavern of Noran’s Inn, he tied his horse to the nearby pole, and dismounted…

Before entering the Tavern, he pulled his dark grey hood over his face…

Once inside he could hardly believe his eyes… There must have been 40 or 50 of these black Warriors, and the Woman who worked there looked more to be slaves than anything else…

When he’d look at one of the woman as he walked by, he could see the pain and misery in their eyes…

They were not free.

Ronah sat at a table in a dark corner, and spent the next hour or so just watching as these numerous black Warriors came and left…

There were no Elves here… There were no Dwarves either… This was very strange indeed.

Finally a young blond woman approached his table…

“Something to drink or eat sir?” she spoke most unenthusiastically.

With this Ronah pulled out a Red and Black Dragon Goblet, and sat it on the table…

“Some Dark Red Wine if you please…” he spoke to the girl, pulling his hood off, and exposing his halfbreed visage.

With this the blue eyed girl’s eyes widened…

“You should go… The Warrior’s of Borduc will kill you for sure…” she spoke…

But it was too late, suddenly 3 black garbed Borduc Warriors approached Ronah’s table, pushing the girl aside.

“Well, well, welll… What have we here” spoke a tall, large man in a grizzled black beard.

“I don’t want any trouble” spoke Ronah, whose eyes looked to the girl, who seemed to be alright.

“Look at that… He’s a halfbreed… As if the Pure Breeds aren’t bad enough” spoke another shorter, brown haired Borduc Warrior.

“What happened to the Fynlaian Forests? Why, and how is it that they are burned to the ground” asked Ronah in an almost royal tone.

“Looky here… The Halfbreed wants to know what we did to the Fynlaian Elves, Ha!” spoke the blond haired third Warrior.

Ronah started to take note of the Borduc Warriors all starting to gather around his table.

That’s when he drew his two Swords, and climbed on top of his table.

“IS IT TRUE THAT YOU MORTAL MEN HAVE ENSLAVED THE OSTADON DWARVES!! AND IS THE BURNING OF THE FYNLAIAN FORESTS ALSO YOUR DOING!! SPEAK UP!! OR ARE YOU COWARDS!!” Ronah shouted to the Borduc Warriors surprise.

“HaHaHaHa!!” the Warriors laughed.

Meanwhile the blond girl hid behind the Tavern Bar watching, hardly able to believe what she was seeing.

“So be it…” spoke Ronah… With this a blue light started to glow around him, as if it was tracing his form…

OUTSIDE THE TAVERN

Meanwhile outside the tavern, the ‘true’ Ronah appeared next to his horse, he mounted it, and road out of town…

INSIDE THE TAVERN

“GET HIM!!” the Warrior’s of Borduc yelled, and begun swinging their blades at the blue light traced image of Ronah, but their blades would simply pass through it…

“Elven magic… It’s not real…” one of them spoke…

DarkJade-

PICTURE CREDITS – Anime Picture, Blackened Sky, Legado, Dragon, Bragga, Fantasy

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5 Responses to “The Northerner”

  1. Nice!
    If he sent in an illusion, why would he also reveal himself? Now they know what he looks like…
    Also, who taught him the magic?

    • He didn’t send in an illusion, it was him… The blue light around him was him teleporting out, the spell leaves behind an echo image of himself…

      Who taught him is yet to be determined, but for the most part, it is inherent in him

      Thanks for the Comment

      DJ-

  2. Reblogged this on Legendary Post and commented:

    Something that I wrote and Posted on my Writing Site in August 2012

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