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To a Land Far Away
an illustrated tale
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    "Right, well, I must go.  Daravon might be tearing my castle apart brick by brick!" Ulmerad walked off, laughing, muttering about Daravon's defeat.  Garalt shook his head and tried to get a grasp at what had just taken place.
    "Garalt," a smooth, strong voice said behind him.  Garalt turned to see one of the mercenaries standing before him.
    "Swift-Strike, is it?  I remember meeting you in Corincia," Garalt said
    "Aye, I am he.  I request that you bring me with you on your quest."
    "I'm sure that can be arranged, though," Garalt thought.  His thoughts returned to the day he had met the mercenary.  He remembered Kullvox saying he was a Rogue Elf.  This could cause some problems with the crew of the airship.  "What will the other elves think, sir, of you being aboard?"
    Swift-Strike looked shocked for a split second, and then returned to his neutral expression.
    "I see you recognize me for what I am," Garalt nodded, "Yes, I am a Rogue Elf, one who has no master, no leader.  Disgraced beyond mentioning and banished from the Elven Kingdoms.  However, I once knew the captain of the airship, and he has agreed to let me on board with your permission.  I will not cause any problems with the crew."
    "Very good.  If the elven captain trusts you, then so do I.  Welcome aboard."  Swift-Strike saluted and began walking over to the airship.  Garalt then turned to his two comrades, Demonclaw and Greylen, who were watching him.

    "Commander Garalt, eh?" Demonclaw smirked, looking over the young knight.  Garalt smiled at his friends.
    "A lot has happened since back then, Demonclaw.  But please, introduce me to your sparing partner." Garalt said, motioning to Scythe.
    "Of course," Demonclaw said, "this fungus clad piece of societal trash is Scythe, he and I go way back."
    "Hey," Scythe cut in, "I am NOT fungus clad.  I just have a lot of body hair."  Demonclaw and Scythe chuckled.  Garalt looked over at Greylen and smiled.
    "Will this man be coming with us on our journey, Demonclaw?" Garalt asked.
    "Our journey?  You mean you want us to come with you?" Demonclaw questioned the young knight.
    "Of course, I couldn't see myself leaving you or Greylen behind.  You two are great assets to have."
    "Yeah, I see how it is, assets to have in your pocket, COMMANDER," Demonclaw ribbed, elbowing Greylen, who just chuckled softly.
    "So will you join me?" Garalt smirked.
    "Of cour..." Greylen began.
    "I don't know..." Demonclaw interrupted, pinching his chin in thought.
    "I can understand your hesitation, Demonclaw.  The mission will be dangerous, and who knows what types of vile, putrid, hell scorn creatures we'll run into along the way."
    "Sounds fun, we're in," Demonclaw smiled.
    "And you, Scythe?" Garalt looked over at Demonclaw's friend.
    "Nay, not I Sir.  Your Sir Haleron has given me a different mission, deep into Zol.  I'll be heading the expedition with whomever you don't take with you."
    "Aww... don't want to take part in any of the fun where there AREN'T huge dragons flying about killing everything in sight?" Greylen said with a smile.  Demonclaw seemed rather surprised Greylen had beat him to the punch.
    "Nah, I just want to be in whatever group this guy's not in," Scythe said, punching Demonclaw's arm, "you KNOW he's bad luck!"  The four men chuckled, although Garalt could see Demonclaw's mind racing, trying to find a good come back.  However his chance was interrupted by the elven captain addressing Garalt.
    "Garalt the Black Blade!"
    "Black Blade?" Demonclaw whispered to Garalt.
    "Yes, what is it Captain?" Garalt returned, shaking his head quickly and brushing Demonclaw off.
    "We are ready to board on your command."
    "Very well, lower the ship and we'll start."
 
 

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