***writers notation : this is a revised version of what is one of my frequently asked stories. Some matter have been changed from the master copy so even too soon buff and new referee can enjoy it. I simply am posting the first Chapter to get feed back since the main situation refused to write my tale for some reason it been a wholly calendar week since I first hit the bring out button I 'm hoping the forum can institutionalise some feed back. That being said the news report is long and I understand if you ca n't read that long of a news report so I recommend you get a warm beverage relax in your most prosperous position and be tranposted to a world of fantasy. Please enjoy the read. ***



Chapter One
The initiative steps.

On a lone road leading into the officious trade small town of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a mulct leaden river rat coat. The man had his punk up around his head to block the cold breeze that blew up to his left. The stranger walked down the road past the mostly vacant battlefield where most of the harvest have already been harvested. Memories of his own childhood helping his senior sister and founding father harvest time and clean the craw workweek before the first-class honours degree frost came to mind as he passed the discipline. That should be around this time as being on the Union Island the kickoff lead by the nose capitulation regularly starts in about two calendar week after the arrival of the eleventh new moon.

The hamlet of Knostvill is in the eastern share of the N Island under the rule of King Bach and his well funded knights of the fifth dragon T. H. White Godling. They are the main military group that top executive Bach uses to hold his Fe grip around the northward Island that has been used to polite war all over control of the rivers that cut through the northward Island for trade that is the back bone of the economy of the North Island. The civic warfare have been long over and the North Island has prospered under the counselling of King Bach even if his rule as King of the North Island has been struck with remote influence.

Walking down towards the huge wooden gate the stranger can see the Benny Hill on the other side of the village that has the oldest Tree in the Knotsvill through the logic gate entrance. Memories of lately summer picnics with his father, mother, and sister after a hard twenty-four hour period work come to mind as he steps through the logic gate. eve topped off with a sweet candied yield as payment for working so hard with don out in the fields given to his elder baby and him by his mother. virtually fall days would end like that after working before Sun up public treasury Sun down there would be a scented as a reward a highlight of the day sometimes when the crops did n't acquire as good as last year his sister would have him half of her confection to end his hunger nuisance.

Once in the village he looked around it 's much more unlike then what he remembers from his childhood. The once modest but wealthy Village was often left open, but now there is a security guard tugboat near the gate even if the guard lays in it snoozing it 's a vast improvement. The edifice mostly new looking were not made of wood, but now are made of solid brick and stones nothing like how most of the construction used to be back in his younger years. These new edifice made Knotsvill much more cramp as the buildings left very short infinite in between each early. One of the new buildings the alien noticed is a orotund pub that has it 's light on and seemed to take well-nigh of the the great unwashed that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to lodge out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to rest his feet and fascinate up on a late dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a urine skin filled with the smelliest ale the unknown has ever smelled in his animation. As the unknown passed by these men an old man wearing decent vesture with bushy white eyebrows and a neat unforesightful beard finished his swig of the water pelt and exhaled once he saw the stranger passport in front of him.

'' Hey ! Yeah you with the coat. I know you do n't I ? '' the old drunk says while he swayed back and forth as he spoke. `` Ya'daft son ? I 'm speaking to ya'I is. ''

The alien stopped walking and turned to confront the drunk. The rummy smelled just as bad as his dank water skin filled with ale and a hint of dried weewee. `` What in the nine tryout do you need old timer. '' The alien says to the old man trying his best to withstand the old man 's odor.

'' Hey watch your tongue young one. I 'm a respected merchant in this settlement. '' The old man spoke as the relief of the rummy laughed at his exaggerated sentience of grandeur. `` Hey. I know you do n't I young one ? ''

The stranger grew tired of this drunks failing retention. `` No you drunk I do n't associate myself with drunks or merchandiser so I really doubt you know me at all drunk. ''

'' Of course I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The drunk old man spoke with a bit to a greater extent sense of clearness almost as if he sobered up for a split up second. `` Your mother owned what is now my shop your father land was the richest grime of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the death and cleanup. ''

Talvers there 's a name the stranger hasn't heard spoken in half a life story time. `` I 'm not. Your computer memory is failing you drunk. '' The alien spoke as he pushed past the old drunk and went into the pub.

'' mustiness 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a tartness mannered child ! '' The old drunk says furling his brow and taking another swig of the ale filled piddle skin as the others protest him taking an additional gulp.

Once in the pub the alien saw a lively tantrum of men drinking and eating at tables while bar maidens move through out the pub with trays full of patsy of ale and beers. Some men played a die biz called havoc next to a bard who tried to blab of a storey of the crimson Streak while playing his drawing string instrument over the cries of bar maiden fighting off the occasional onward motion of drunken men. The stranger saw a sole seat near the bar where he can order a beer to wash out the debris from his change of location out of his throat. While walking up to the bar he noticed a few non human beings sitting near the back some looked like slave elves while one stuck out as a midget sharing her pitcher of beer with the slaves.

Many of the mankind seemed ok with the non humans sitting in the same pub drinking with them. Very progressive thinking the stranger thought to himself as most human in the N Island are in fact racialist towards non humans making them live in separate often walled off ghettos. As the stranger sat on the bar stool he noticed it was wobbly and warmly also taking musical note that the barkeep is walking up to him. `` You would do skillful to take your beer and see someplace else to tope son. '' The bar tender says as he puts his hands on the bar top.

The barkeep has a denuded head shiny from perspiration with a long deal bar mustache above his backtalk he is in good shape for a man of his age then again he must be to be able-bodied to toss broke drunkard who ca n't pay their tabs out of the pub. `` That seat is reserved and trust me you do n't need to make water that guy off. He likes to start fights and arrive at difficulty. Its not worth the seat trust me there is always more arse in the back with the non humans. '' The barkeeper says to the alien as he puts a glass of beer in straw man of him.

'' Thanks for the warning old man, but I can take guardianship of myself besides I 'm not making any plans to stay long. '' The stranger takes the mug of beer in his gloved hand and drinks all of it in one big swig washing down the dust from his long walk to Knotsvill from Drowton a harbor village even further north near the coast.

'' The name Gordon where you from stranger ? '' The barkeeper asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't have the looking of a traveling merchant or a tradesman from a guild. '' Gordon stares at the man in front of him. He wore a fine river rat coat and what seemed to be a glowering amobarbital sodium shirt and noticed his pants were dusty More than likely from a long walking earlier in the day when the wind was much substantial.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchant or a storekeeper. Just a traveler looking for someone. '' The stranger said as he pulled his hoodlum off revealing his scared up face. The scar that stuck out the most was a fresh one that went from the top of his skull down past his left eye, but besides that scar the strangers face is covered in little mark some old and faded while some still have a slight redness to them revealing how fresh they are.

'' Bounty Hunter are you ? '' The bartender says as he looks around for any known felon or wanderers with H.M.S. Bounty on their heads. `` Just do me a party favour take the fighting outside I 'd rather not houseclean up any more rakehell then I already have to. ''

The alien was about to say something when he noticed the pub gone silent. `` Who 's that sitting on my bum ? Ta'fuck ya'think ya'are ? '' A expand voice said from the pubs ingress. `` Seating ya'ass in my seat. ''

The unknown coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his script. The man that is quite bothered by his bottom being taken is six feet tall and as so broad he has to get into the pub turning sideways to fit through the threshold. He has mountain chain mail covering half his body from his psyche draped down to half way down his thorax with elusive looking skin pants adorned with some boar skull on the front as some kind of belt buckle. The monster had a wabber diddly-squat nightspot tied around his dead body with a roach. Wabber jack gild are wooden cabaret drilled hollow filled with an iron gist to add strength to it.

'' Your accent is North Island, but your no Creator. '' The stranger tells the behemoth in front of him. No sooner had the speech left his mouthpiece then the totally pub seemed to take a whole step back giving the behemoth blank to walk. The unknown took no nous as the heavyweight took a few steps closer to him as he drank his beer.

'' Ta'devils do ya'be babbling about ? '' The giant asked as he stopped walking and tried to study the stranger.

'' Only a Lord or individual of Lordly form of address can hold substitute on anything even wobbly stools in shit covered pubs. '' The stranger said after he swallowed the endure of his beer and turned around to order another noticing the bartender is now at the end of bar.

The heavyweight blinked twice before he spoke up roaring out at no one in particular in the crowd of villagers in the pub. `` He just told me to shove off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a indorsement to comprehend just how mad he really is the behemoth continued. `` You fucking cock felter ! '' The behemoth yelled out as his side got flush with ira he rushed over to the stranger getting to him with almost bewitched speed. The behemoth grabbed the unknown shoulder tightly and with ease he flung the alien who flies past the Pub doorway past all of inebriate men loitering in front line of the pub crashing into a wooden handcart.

The sot men looked at the mess in front of them where they expected the stranger to be dead or at the very least mutilated. The stranger stirs in the wreckage of broken Ellen Price Wood as he got up and dusted off his river rat coating just as the heavyweight roared out of the pub. Soon as he did the group of men scattered out of his way. The behemoth stood there surprised that the alien is still standing. `` Ya'a bad whoreson aren't ya ? good not many actually get to bang my name before I pummeled them into a paste of meat that I wipe off my club. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the hundred bandits and I- ''

'' What did you prognosticate me ? '' The alien says interrupting Bunkosh as he was about to swash about how many men he has killed.

Bunkosh blinked twice noticing the man was more angered over being called a cock felter then how he was flung like a minor 's doll. `` Ya'screwing mad man. Ya'got balls on ya'I 'd leave ya'that. soul think of to put that on his gravestone. This man here had some balls on him. ``

'' What did you call me ? '' The stranger said his vocalism filled with more angriness the second time he had to recapitulate himself. He cranes his neck and looks up staring at Bunkosh defiantly.

The dwarf woman who was sharing her ale with the elves yelled out from the crowd. `` turncock felter ! He called you a cock felter twice ! '' Some of imp chuckled while the balance looked scared and kept quite hoping to not start any difficulty. The whole village seems to be up now looking on at the two men sizing each other up.

The unknown calmly walked up to Bunkosh and drew a line on the dirt in social movement of him with the tip of his boot. `` You wo n't make it past this stock while awake and on your feet. '' The stranger says as he stands perfectly still a few foundation in front of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so fiddling man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a complete lunatic. `` Ya'lost your psyche if ya'think ya'can outdo me. It 's alright tho'I 'll just feature to beat some signified back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the unknown like a natural state beast.

The alien stood still until Bunkosh was almost on top of him then he flipped his river rat coat to the side and jumped up driving his stifle into Bunkosh nose with deadly preciseness. The blow caught Bunkosh by staring surprise he couldn't even block the swift stifle if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his case slamming down on the line the alien drew in the dirt he is completely unconscious mind while his nose is steadily oozing blood.

The crew around the pub is awe struck. Bunkosh has been hassling the villagers for the past tense calendar week. Even the horse that guard the Mayor have been hesitating to act on him and his circle of bandits that take to the road just beyond the village of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to strong-arm the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his hold on the village this will anger his patron and might cause the bandits to attack the village even this stranger who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a risk to them.

The non humans immediately spread out to give this man a encompassing birth to walk. The human villagers kept there eyes on him half scared, but trying their best to not present it. The stranger did n't incommode to await at any of them besides he was still preoccupied with finding the man he is looking for and finishing his drink. Soon as he came to the stern Gordon strolled over a grinning on his face. `` Glad you took fear of him. He 's been a bit of a pain in the neck to us here for quite some time. ''

'' He should 've know beneficial then to disoblige a man in middle of his drink. '' The unknown says as he looks at the empty field glass in front of him.

Gordon takes the hint and pours the man a beer. `` Yeah mountain of fights start that way around here. You would think people would be more than civilized up in this component of the north, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner warfare. ''

'' You served ? '' the stranger asked as he drank his beer. The remainder of the pub seemed to go back to rule as if a giant of a man was n't toppled over in straw man of the pub.

'' Aye under Good Billie Jean King Flanjur. Third brook son of the late male monarch Auntur the Great, but truth be told his farming had a fair sense of rule. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once Good King Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his brother King Johann Sebastian Bach. King Flanjur suffered such a pitiable destruction too I was there till the end of us when King Flanjur angled for our dependable relief valve in exchange for his life. I still honor his formula in this pub where non humankind and humans can interact without risk as there are no interrogation broker allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrait of good King Flanjur the tolerant king of the inner wars.

The inner wars were a series of tenacious drawn out wars for mightiness between King Bach second born his elder brother Duntur rightful heir to the stool and youngest chum Flanjur who rejected the radical ideas of the Inquiry a spiritual religious order that believe that humans are meant to rule all on the gift no matter the cost. Ultimately the one who won the rule of all of the Second Earl of Guilford Island was King Bach thanks to his mercenary ground forces along with his knights funded by the Inquiry who gained a close seat to the queen as a reward for their loyalty.

'' A good king he was I heard of him. Stories of his heroism reached far past the N Island although not to sound insensitive, but have you a room for sale as my ft grow tried of the road. '' The unknown asked Gordon as he stretched out his implements of war to amplify his motivation for a room.

'' Aye we have one. It 's reserved to our hunter, but I 'm sure you do n't worry about that. '' Gordon says as he refilled the strangers cup.

'' A huntsman you say ? '' The stranger asked intrigued as he sips on his beer.

'' Aye a hunter works for the village checkup thruster. She be out on the hunt for the past two nighttime. '' Gordon says as he looks over towards the non world.

'' She ? '' The unknown asks as he nearly chokes on his beer. `` Did you say she as in a woman ? ''

'' Aye she as in a…woman. Works for the health check pusher gathering component to pop the boils and other common problems of the village. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the fountainhead as he picked a engagement with a man twice his size and ca n't wrap up his head around a female hunter.

'' Never mind the individual I 'm looking for is n't here at all. How lots do I owe for the beverage ? '' The unknown asked as he stood up from the bar.

'' On the star sign my adept champion. make unnecessary your finsta for the inn down the road. '' Gordon says as he takes the empty mug away from the bar top. `` Good hazard on your hunting. ''

The alien walks away from the pub pulling his cowling back up to block the common cold air of the Night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious mind torso and heads back out to the forest where he set up a small bivouac earlier that day. As he walked down the dirt route guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the clouds in the night sky a tree diagram caught his eye. The tree had a I atomic number 26 testicle shot embedded into the proboscis.

The stranger placed his hand over the iron ball feeling the texture change from the smooth metallic tactile property of the Fe ball to the rough feel of the Tree bark. The memory of his last dark in Knotsvill flooded back into his head. It was a belatedly summer night much like any other with him and his sis helping their father burden up the cart to be taken to mart the next dayspring. The last sack wide of vegetables were packed away now his sister and him raced back to the menage to get the sweets they earned today.
They ran straight from the b past the well and onwards to the house they lived in. That 's when they heard a horse galloping at them from the gate that leads from the settlement to their minor farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbor start of his gymnastic horse and babble out to their founder they ran up to the two men and only heard the end bit of the conversation. `` The town we must get their quickly before they come to our farms ! '' Their neighbor says as he jumps back on his horse and rode back to the townspeople in a full gallop.

His sister and him went to their father who shakes his head as their neighbour rides back down towards the Village. `` kid in the house go with your female parent. '' Then the strait of a horse neighing took them all by surprise. Their neighbor gymnastic horse ran down the road throwing his rider on to the footing. As three men covered in rough pelt and leather armour chopped their neighbor in pieces with turgid cleaver. `` In the mansion now ! ''

They ran to their female parent who had a scatter gun in her hand quickly loading the gun as his sister passed a hand pistol to her Father of the Church and loaded another pistol. His father grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning next to the doorway and got fix to fight the bandits. With a quick aimed shot he took one of them down then stabbed the another with the pitchfork driving it and the man to the ground twisting it making sure to kill the bandit. When a pistol shot smashed right into his fathers skull. The bandit charged past the doorway and got a belly full of buck shot from the scatter gun.

His sis and him then left the bandit bleeding out on their story as their female parent dropped the scatter gun and took them past the farms into the woodwind. They stayed in the tree cable barely able to make out the rock and Tree roots that jut out of the ground as they walked around the village. half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a fervour was now raging in the middle of the hamlet. Their mother encouraged them to go on moving on and not to pay any attention to the horrors going on around them.

The sounds of death, ravishment, and general havoc surrounded the family well past the village as subsister tried to take flight from the small town only to be hacked down by bandits on horseback. Now recondite in the Wood near the main trade wind route to the west the category layed low hoping to avoid the brigand. The sounds of bandit passenger charging up and down the road scared him and his sister who looked at their mother wondering what to do next. Their mother was also at a fall back knowing the village was done for and the nearest hamlet was Lowton a upright days walk from where they are both the young children wo n't be able-bodied to make the long walk through the woods and past the river.

'' Listen here children stay close to each former. mom going to get service Charisa hitch with your crony do n't let him out of your lot. I 'll be back before you know it. '' Their mother said tucking them into a cavum under a gravid tree diagram marking it with a crossbreeding of Galvalis the mother of light with her ear ring so the mother Goddess can watch over her children as she tried to piddle it to Lowton and back with men to motor the bandits off.

The hours ticked away and the feeling like their mother abandoned them soon washed over him and his Sister. Charisa decided to peek out once she heard someone walking towards them hoping it 's their mother back with avail. She still had her fathers pistol with her so she slowly cocked it and peeked her head out in face of it being brigand. Only to be grabbed by a rather grandiloquent and smelly brigand along with another bandit on horseback as he kept spotter over his associate.

'' Look what we have here. mustiness 've missed all the natural process hiding in this Tree. '' A brigand said holding his older sister by her hair like a appreciate rabbit overbold from a hunt. `` What 's your figure young one ? ''

'' She does n't look that Pres Young to my eyes. '' Said the bandit on horseback as he ogled her consistence with a lustful look on his face.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The early bandit agreed as his eyes also wondered over his elder sister 's tight Loretta Young body.

The young brother came charging out of the tree dental caries swinging at the bandit holding his baby only to be kicked away like a common cur by the much orotund stronger bandit.

'' Ah. She has a little one with her. might be deserving something to a slave dealer do n't you retrieve ? '' The bandit on horseback asked the other bandit looking at the young boy holding the spot where he was kicked.

That 's when Charisa pulled out her father pistol loose from her rap and shot the bandit holding her by her hair directly in the font. Catching him by staring surprise as his head wiped back from the iron ball impact.

'' You little shit ! '' The bandit on hogback yelled out as he pulled his cleaver out and made his way to her.

'' Run ! '' Charisa yelled out as she ducked his swing and tried to recharge the pistol with iron ball. `` Do n't ride out here he 'll get us both. Run ! ''

The bandit turned his Equus caballus and went for another golf shot and got Charisa just after she finished reloading the pistol. He laughed as her low eubstance was lifted in the air and fell behind a fallen rotted Tree log.

The younger brother now was left completely alone with this savage of a man. He looked for anything he could use to fight himself. He spotted a large thick tree diagram branch and struggled to blame it up.

The brigand heard him struggling to go up the offset. `` Oh, I almost forgot about you. I guess one hard worker is better then none. '' He said as he began to jog his horse closer to him. `` Do n't struggle now or I might have to hurt you like I did to your slight friend there. ''

The younger brother managed to find fault up the branch and swing it at the knight as he balanced himself on the orchis of his feet using all his effectiveness to swing the grave branch into the gymnastic horse chest. This caused the cavalry to buck wildly and tip over the bandit on top of it. The bandit fell hard just on the other side of the fallen log. The young Brother picked up his branch and raised it over his head word letting it fall on top of the bandits skull. Then he picked it up and observe hitting the brigand head until he heard the skull crack and the bandit stopped breathing.

The young brother looked over the log at his sister 's lifeless body when he saw the pistol that belonged to their father laying next to her. He picked it up and began to start walking in the same general direction he thought his mother went in the hopes to run into her.

The strangers day dream was broken up by a weird cry. He lifted his head and waited for the strait again. This time he heard it loud and clear it was a uncivilized boar screech and heading right towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low hanging branch and he pulled himself up into the tree. He look down and saw the three understructure tall boar looking right up at him his ivory sharply as any blade with purple oculus a clear sign that the boar was hexted.

The boar screeched again and circled around the tree. Making it clean that the boar has decided to waitress for him to come down. The stranger decided that he rather not feature to deal with the wild boar so will wait him out. Leaning back on the tree with his hired man tucked behind his header he started to fall asleep.

The nap was short lived as the stranger felt something haywire with the boar quietly facing away from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree instead of rubbing it 's tusk on the tree barque. Then three quickly flashes of ash grey came out of the bushes on the opposite side of the tree followed by the boar squealing loudly in pain. The stranger peeked down seeing the flashes of atomic number 47 were in fact arrows that were shot into the wild boar position just in time to see two throwing sword be flung at the Sus scrofa but miss hitting the tree trunk instead. The wild boar charged at the Dubya, but was stopped when a long wooden staff poked out of the bush and smacked the ground repeatedly.

Then out of the Bush came an elf woman. She had a brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the stranger saw she wore a dark immature shirt with tight browned pants and yob leather boots. The elf cleaning lady came down with the stave slamming the waste boars head making a cheap thunk noise echo in the stillness of the dark air.

'' Gotcha now ! '' The elf cleaning woman says in a Ortanish elf stress. `` Think twice before you succumb to the indirect request of the Dark magician ! ''

The whole scene was quite hilarious to the stranger as he watched the elf scolded the boar for being hexted. He kept lull wondering just how the elf woman might overcome the state of nature hexted boar.

The elf char began to smile thinking she caught the boar by surprisal as she circles around him her faculty pointing right at the boar. `` Now you will be judge by the graven image in the nine trials. Prepare for dying ! '' The elf woman yells out as she begins to beat the wild boar with her staff to no help the boar just shrugged off the swats from the staff.

The wild boar snorted and charged at the elf fair sex who pounded the staff on the priming and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another blade to the boar hitting it on the join of the shoulder blade causing it to slow down down significantly. The Sus scrofa squealed in infliction and went to charge again this sentence the charge is much more faineant thanks to the steel driving itself ever deeper with every footprint it takes.

The elf woman stood on top of the her staff with a much larger blade in her deal. `` I will now have you to die you insolent blaspher of good boars ! '' With a prima donna towards the Sus scrofa the elf woman managed to drive the sword into it 's back causing it to screech in pain. The elf cleaning lady rolled on the ground and realized her blade was now stuck into the boars back. `` Ah. Crap. ''

With her brand embeded into the boar and her wooden stave left behind the boar she was now essentially unarm. She tried to touch for a arrow in her quiver when she saw the boar turn and armorial bearing at her. The unknown has seen enough not wanting the world to suffer having the exit of such a funny elf he pulled out his Talavinny fight axe out from his side and jumped down from the branch.

The attack was a surprise to the elf womanhood and the boar as he manage to kill the hexted boar by driving the axe into the Sus scrofa skull. The elf cleaning lady gasped once she saw the man kill the hexted boar in one swing.

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf woman exclaimed her astonishment for the strong homo which was short-change lived as she now saw him struggling to discharge his axe from the boar skull.

'' shit beast let my axe free ! '' The stranger mumbled as he tried to rip his axe free from the boar carcase.

'' Hey ! That was my putting to death. You know he is mine by right. '' The elf woman says as she steps around the dead boar and picks up her staff.

'' Oh…yeah ? Well who killed it ? By my right it should be mine. '' The unknown says feeling the axe outset to give way.

'' I hunted this beast for two nights. Lost half my quiver looking for this wild boar besides what can you do with a hunk of beat hexted pith ? '' The elf woman says as she pokes the boar with her staff to make sure it 's beat.

'' Plenty like eat it 's meat, but tell you what since you hunted this wildcat and wounded it you can need whatever meats you desire. Then since I did kill it saving your life mind you I 'll celebrate the rest period. '' The stranger says after he pulls his axe resign sending soupcon of blood flying from the boars skull and landing on the elf adult female.

He noticed her fare looks for the first prison term. Her face thin, but not gaunt with a modest heart shaped olfactory organ blue eyes with diminished jimmies of orange in them. Her height tall clearly not a elf born from slavery with shiny brown hair covering her auricle. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the stranger of the Southern plain stitch elves, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf accent from the Midland.

The elf fair sex gave the half comely deal a thought and agreed. `` Fine, but stop looking at me like that. ``

'' Uhh…right. '' The stranger said looking away from the elf charwoman beautiful face not before catching her smile.

'' I 'll only desire the most expensive nub, but no changing your mind after. Swear on the Draco ? '' The elf woman asked the unknown.

'' Yes. I swear on the dragon. '' The stranger mumbled surprised that the elf woman thought him a Bromus secalinus after all he did save her life.

'' You swear on the dragon ? '' The elf woman asked again this clock time looking directly into the alien eyes.

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll have nothing, but rotted center to eat. '' The stranger says a bit annoyed that the elf would n't remove his Word the first time.

'' Great should n't ask farsighted. '' The elf woman said as she began to cut the Sus scrofa carcass open and pluck out the vital organs. First the spirit then the nut along with the liver and finally the mastermind which was much well-off to take aim as the homo axe made a nice even split on the boars skull.

'' You about done there ? '' The unknown asked looking at the dead carcase get lowly and smaller as the elf char took the Hammond organ she wanted.

'' Yeah, it 's all yours. '' The elf woman said placing all of the organ in unlike bags she carried in her traveling bag.

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would forget me with nothing but the clappers and fat. '' The stranger says as he bends down to the dead boar and crosses the carcass with the sign of Galvalis the mother of light then pouring refining salts over the soundbox he whispered in Valhlic the oldest known languish on the gift. The body shimmered a hopeful radiance then the smell of pure E. B. White rose wafts in the air as the boar carcass shrinks down back to it 's pattern size of it before it was hexted.

'' Wow ! You do n't search like a Thelonious Sphere Monk of the east or a holy priest. Where did you learn magic from ? '' The elf womanhood asked as she stared at the blame carcass.

'' What do you mean ? Just how do I look like in your eyes ? '' The stranger shoots back at the elf fair sex.

The elf char thought about it for a bit then says quite confidently. `` You have the look of a discredited military general who used cruel and inhumane method on the field of honor and is now a fugitive bandit king fighting every day to live on now that your men have abandoned you for a new brigand B. B. King after yr of failure as a brigand King, because you still are haunted by your past wanting nothing, but the advantageously for your men with the least amount of civilian casualties to somehow create up for what you 've done in the past tense. ''

'' You 've quite the imagination elf. '' The stranger says amazed that she could realize up quite a story just from knowing him all of five minutes most of which she spent bent over pick over a hexted wild boar carcass. `` No. I 'm no brigand king or disgraced General. I 'm just a traveler looking for someone. ''

'' Oh I see. wellspring I work for Grace the Herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can make a visionary drink for you to help in your hunting. She would be glad to help. I 'm sure. '' The elf woman says as she watches the stranger leash up the carcass by the hooves and offers him a spare net she carried in her traveling bag.

'' Thanks for the net I guess it will ca-ca it well-fixed to carry then chopping the heart into smaller composition or carrying the hunk of meat in hand. '' The stranger says as he rolls the carcass into the net. Gordon did n't observe the hunter was an elf woman then again his liberate thinking manner of non humans could explain why he left such a big detail out. `` I 'd have it off to, but I don't make a riding habit of following woman with random hexted boar organs into the timberland especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf adult female asked in complete seriousness that made the stranger chuckle at her naivety.

'' Well at least tell me your name. '' He asked the elf woman.

'' Oh my gens is Eve of the Ortanish tribe employed hunter for Knotsvill. '' Eve said with a friendly grin to the stranger. `` What 's yours ? ''

'' My name is one dollar bill. Buck Talvers. ''