Serge3442: This is my first story. and I hope you will like it, as you have
probably already seen its called a breath of the elements. well I think
ill just kick it off and start
DISCLAIMER: I do not need for this is an ORIGINAL story, straight out of my head for you dipshits who don't know what that means. So this is my first and ONLY disclaimer as I do not need one.
CHAPTER 1: To the city of Urendel
The rain poured hard on the wooden planks, wearing slowly at them. The ship bobbed up and down in the massive waves.
Many were beginning to wonder if the ship would make it to the city of Urendel or if it would plunge to the bottom of the sea with them all aboard. The ship was old enough to fall apart any moment, the mast had chunks of wood blown out of it from numerous cannon balls. An elf sat in the corner of a small room, his hood up shading his face from everyone. He sat quietly trying to sleep, but sleep would not come, he was just as scared as everyone else though he wouldn't dare admit it. The elves are a very prided race, cunning and swift, but mercilous at the same time. They are mercilous but they would never admit defeat or that they were scared.
"This ship was supposed to have been retired 6 years ago" a portly man said as he sat down beside the elf. "I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Mortomer I'm a priest at the church in Urendel"
"Good to meet you." he said shaking Mortomers hand. "My name Is Rafe, just an elf traveling, looking for jobs. I haven't had any luck lately, mercenaries just aren't in demand much anymore."
"Oh well then you're coming to the right city that's for sure. everyone in the city of Urendel has a bone to pick with someone, most of them have just been waiting for a mercenary to come along. hell it's people like you that give me a job."
"well. its dirty business. but it pays well. By the way are there any weapon shops in Urendel?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because my weapons were stolen on my last job. Im not much of a mercenary without my weapons."
"Well, yes there is but I have to warn you the blacksmith is quite racist, he doesn't like elves." "then ill just have to persuade him to make me my weapons"
The elf said smiling turning his hand up conjuring a magic missile. Letting the missile loose from his hand he willed it where he wanted it to go letting it fly about the room. The others just stared in awe, most of them had never seen a spell casted before their eyes.
"I have my ways of persuasion." He said laughing a little, dispanding the missile "I think I'm going to get my sleep now. I reckon I have a long day ahead of me" Rafe muttered as he bowed his head once again and closed his eyes &*&*&*&*&*&*&**&&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&**&**&*
"Rafe! Wake up!" Moromer yelled from the stairs leading up to the deck
"what. what is it!"
"We've arrived lad!"
"We're in Urendel!?!?!"
"That's right my friend!"
"Well this is good news. now I can find a job" he said walking up onto the top deck, the people lining up to get off board. "you know Mortomer. I think I want to take a swim." The young elf said staring off the side of the deck down at the greenish water
"why would you want to do that. oh. ooooooohhh. I see."
"Yup!"
"That's an awful long way down you know."
"Oh who cares it'll be fun!"
"well. its been nice meeting you Rafe. Come by the church if you need a place to stay for the night, you're more than welcome."
"Thank you mortomer. now I do believe I must be going" he said standing up on the deck railing. He stared down at the water with a smile on his face. Pointing his hands above his head he leapt off the side of the boat plunging to the water below.
"he's insane." mortomer said to himself waiting in line to get off the boat.
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Sparks of steel flew about in the blacksmiths shop. The blacksmith was preparing a brand new broadsword for a waiting costomer. Rafe opened the door slowly staring about the room. Well crafted weapons lined the walls, many different kinds of bows sat in the corner, composite, longbows, enchanted, elven. Rafe walked up to the counter. He was met by a tall man, with a thin beard.
"Your new around here, name and race?"
"my name is not of your business, but I am an elf looking for an Elven composite short bow, a quiver, 50 arrows, 15 shurikens, a mythril dagger, and two rapiers. Also a sachel and a leather belt. If you could provide me with some elven chain mail at the moment I will take it, otherwise I am done."
"Well. you're looking at a pretty steep price"
"I can pay it now please get my merchandise together"
"no problem, but its gonna be a bit of a wait on those shurikens, we're all out of elven shurikens."
"I meant the steel shurikens."
"I take it you're a mercenary of sorts."
"that is none of your business. gather my things, ill pay you and be gone"
"You know. you're lucky you didn't find your way into balroths weapon shop, he would have killed you by now. Either that or jacked the price of all this stuff up"
"You mean you aren't the racist ones?"
"no. if we were racist we wouldn't make weapons for other races, and yes we do have some elven chain mail."
"Then I am sorry for my rudeness, and id like a pair of the elven chain mail if you please. By the way my name is Rafe, yes I am a mercenary"
"So you are a mercenary. Do you need a job?"
"Well yes I do. What do you have in mind?"
Serge3442: what does he have in mind for Rafe, now that he has a job and weapons what could a blacksmith possibly want him to do????
DISCLAIMER: I do not need for this is an ORIGINAL story, straight out of my head for you dipshits who don't know what that means. So this is my first and ONLY disclaimer as I do not need one.
CHAPTER 1: To the city of Urendel
The rain poured hard on the wooden planks, wearing slowly at them. The ship bobbed up and down in the massive waves.
Many were beginning to wonder if the ship would make it to the city of Urendel or if it would plunge to the bottom of the sea with them all aboard. The ship was old enough to fall apart any moment, the mast had chunks of wood blown out of it from numerous cannon balls. An elf sat in the corner of a small room, his hood up shading his face from everyone. He sat quietly trying to sleep, but sleep would not come, he was just as scared as everyone else though he wouldn't dare admit it. The elves are a very prided race, cunning and swift, but mercilous at the same time. They are mercilous but they would never admit defeat or that they were scared.
"This ship was supposed to have been retired 6 years ago" a portly man said as he sat down beside the elf. "I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Mortomer I'm a priest at the church in Urendel"
"Good to meet you." he said shaking Mortomers hand. "My name Is Rafe, just an elf traveling, looking for jobs. I haven't had any luck lately, mercenaries just aren't in demand much anymore."
"Oh well then you're coming to the right city that's for sure. everyone in the city of Urendel has a bone to pick with someone, most of them have just been waiting for a mercenary to come along. hell it's people like you that give me a job."
"well. its dirty business. but it pays well. By the way are there any weapon shops in Urendel?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because my weapons were stolen on my last job. Im not much of a mercenary without my weapons."
"Well, yes there is but I have to warn you the blacksmith is quite racist, he doesn't like elves." "then ill just have to persuade him to make me my weapons"
The elf said smiling turning his hand up conjuring a magic missile. Letting the missile loose from his hand he willed it where he wanted it to go letting it fly about the room. The others just stared in awe, most of them had never seen a spell casted before their eyes.
"I have my ways of persuasion." He said laughing a little, dispanding the missile "I think I'm going to get my sleep now. I reckon I have a long day ahead of me" Rafe muttered as he bowed his head once again and closed his eyes &*&*&*&*&*&*&**&&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&**&**&*
"Rafe! Wake up!" Moromer yelled from the stairs leading up to the deck
"what. what is it!"
"We've arrived lad!"
"We're in Urendel!?!?!"
"That's right my friend!"
"Well this is good news. now I can find a job" he said walking up onto the top deck, the people lining up to get off board. "you know Mortomer. I think I want to take a swim." The young elf said staring off the side of the deck down at the greenish water
"why would you want to do that. oh. ooooooohhh. I see."
"Yup!"
"That's an awful long way down you know."
"Oh who cares it'll be fun!"
"well. its been nice meeting you Rafe. Come by the church if you need a place to stay for the night, you're more than welcome."
"Thank you mortomer. now I do believe I must be going" he said standing up on the deck railing. He stared down at the water with a smile on his face. Pointing his hands above his head he leapt off the side of the boat plunging to the water below.
"he's insane." mortomer said to himself waiting in line to get off the boat.
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Sparks of steel flew about in the blacksmiths shop. The blacksmith was preparing a brand new broadsword for a waiting costomer. Rafe opened the door slowly staring about the room. Well crafted weapons lined the walls, many different kinds of bows sat in the corner, composite, longbows, enchanted, elven. Rafe walked up to the counter. He was met by a tall man, with a thin beard.
"Your new around here, name and race?"
"my name is not of your business, but I am an elf looking for an Elven composite short bow, a quiver, 50 arrows, 15 shurikens, a mythril dagger, and two rapiers. Also a sachel and a leather belt. If you could provide me with some elven chain mail at the moment I will take it, otherwise I am done."
"Well. you're looking at a pretty steep price"
"I can pay it now please get my merchandise together"
"no problem, but its gonna be a bit of a wait on those shurikens, we're all out of elven shurikens."
"I meant the steel shurikens."
"I take it you're a mercenary of sorts."
"that is none of your business. gather my things, ill pay you and be gone"
"You know. you're lucky you didn't find your way into balroths weapon shop, he would have killed you by now. Either that or jacked the price of all this stuff up"
"You mean you aren't the racist ones?"
"no. if we were racist we wouldn't make weapons for other races, and yes we do have some elven chain mail."
"Then I am sorry for my rudeness, and id like a pair of the elven chain mail if you please. By the way my name is Rafe, yes I am a mercenary"
"So you are a mercenary. Do you need a job?"
"Well yes I do. What do you have in mind?"
Serge3442: what does he have in mind for Rafe, now that he has a job and weapons what could a blacksmith possibly want him to do????