Justice

"So be it, elf. I warn you, I will not give mercy!" With that final word, the two began to fight. Their swords both of quality elven make exchanged blows and scraped. Sevyloth backed Elverion quite a bit, so he raised the ground them 20 feet high, putting Elverion only a few feet from the edge. Elverion started pushing Sevyloth back into the middle. The sliced each other profusely, blood mixing with the earth beneath them as the treaded the ground. After a few hours of dueling, Elverion was eventually able to knock Sevyloth to the ground and put the blade to his neck.

"Tis time you ask for mercy" Elverion said to him with a grin coming over his sweaty and sliced.

"It would be, if I wasn't Sevyloth, Arch Mage!" Then he suddenly vanished out of thin air and the ground lowered back down to its normal level. Elverion stood there with two horses lying on the ground and blade in hand.

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The tavern was full of loud, obnoxious drunkards. Elverion could hardly stand them, but he had a goblet of elven wine in his hand so he put up with them. He was sitting in dark booth in the corner of the tavern with a hood over his head. If they saw he was an elf there was no telling what would those drunkards would do. He sipped on his wine slowly as to not become intoxicated. Once he finished his wine he walked up the bar and motioned for the bartender. "Have you ever heard of a man called, Sevyloth? He is a mage."

The old man pondered for a minute then smiled and said, "Yes, he lives north of our town. He stole some wand about a month or so ago I heard. Now he's some kind a powerful wizard."

Elverion thanked the man and walked outside to the street. He looked north down the road. It lead to some forest, he had never heard or seen before. In fact, that area was supposed to be barren of forest. It was as if it rose from the middle of nowhere. Eldin died had died from the blast given by Sevyloth, so he befriended Sevyloth's horse. He climbed upon the midnight steed, and rode to the north. The town led out to a large plain with the dark forest far north of it. It looked as if it would be a two-day ride.

While gathering supplies for the journey to the castle, he accidentally walked into a dwarven man clad in dwarfish armor. "Eh! Watch where yer goin!" Elverion quickly apologized to the dwarven man and went over to the counter to pay for his things.

"Yer lucky he let you go like that," the store owner commented," Nimli usually gets very upset when men do that." Elverion was still wearing his hood so the owner must have thought he was a human.

"Dwarves do not worry me at all."

"Aye, but he is a mighty warrior. Rumor is he was the greatest warrior of the mines in Lileth. Fought many a war in his day. No one can count the number of goblins he's killed, or more like massacred. But when his father died, he upped and left " Elverion stood in ponder a bit, then paid the store owner and left the store. He stood outside the store and thought to himself. He would probably need a companion along the way; there was no telling what was inside those woods. Such a warrior would be needed, but the dwarves were such a greedy people. How could he get him to come? Right as his pondering mind hit that thought, the warrior left the store. Elverion slowly approached him from behind and placed his hand on his shoulder to get his attention, but before he could even move his mouth to form a word the dwarf grabbed the rangers arm and knocked him to the ground.

" I have no time to talk, I must be off to eat."

"But I have a proposition for you Nimli," Elverion began as he stood up and dusted himself off," I am going after the Arch mage called Sevyloth for killing two men and the stealing of a magic wand."

"Aye, you some kind of paladin or something?" The dwarf asked, a bit intrigued by the sound of adventure.

"No, I am a ranger, but it seems I am the only one that will justify the men's deaths."