***writers note of hand : this is a revised version of what is one of my frequently asked storey. Some things have been changed from the original so even early fans and new readers can enjoy it. I simply am posting the get-go Chapter to get feed back since the principal web site refused to bring out my stories for some reason it been a whole hebdomad since I first hit the publish button I 'm hoping the meeting place can send some feed back. That being said the chronicle is long and I understand if you ca n't read that long of a story so I recommend you get a warm drink relax in your most comfortable positioning and be tranposted to a humanity of illusion. Please relish the read. ***



Chapter One
The maiden gradation.

On a lonely road leading into the occupy trade village of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a fine heavily river rat pelage. The man had his hood up around his capitulum to block the cold breeze that blew up to his left. The stranger walked down the road past the mostly vacant fields where most of the harvest have already been harvested. Memories of his own childhood helping his elder babe and founding father harvest and clean house the harvest calendar week before the first frost came to heed as he passed the fields. That should be around this time as being on the due north Island the low gear snow fall regularly starts in about two week after the arrival of the eleventh new moon.

The village of Knostvill is in the eastern role of the northward Island under the rule of Rex Bach and his well funded knight of the fifth dragon White Godling. They are the briny force that King Bach uses to hold his branding iron grip around the Second Earl of Guilford Island that has been used to civil wars all over control of the rivers that cut through the North Island for trade that is the back bone of the economic system of the N Island. The civic warfare have been long over and the North Island has prospered under the steering of Martin Luther King Bach even if his prescript as King of the North Island has been struck with outside influence.

Walking down towards the huge wooden logic gate the stranger can see the hill on the other side of meat of the village that has the former Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree in the Knotsvill through the gate ingress. Memories of late summer cinch with his father, female parent, and sister after a hard Clarence Shepard Day Jr. work come to mind as he steps through the gate. Evenings topped off with a odoriferous candied fruit as defrayment for working so hard with don out in the fields given to his elder sister and him by his mother. almost autumn Clarence Shepard Day Jr. would end like that after working before Sun up till Sun down there would be a angelic as a reward a highlight of the day sometimes when the craw did n't grow as good as shoemaker's last year his sister would give him half of her sweet to end his hunger pains.

Once in the Greenwich Village he looked around it 's much more different then what he remembers from his childhood. The once low but moneyed village was often left undefended, but now there is a watcher tower near the logic gate even if the guard lays in it snoozing it 's a huge improvement. The building mostly new looking were not made of Sir Henry Wood, but now are made of solid brick and stones nothing like how most of the buildings used to be back in his youthful years. These new construction made Knotsvill much More spasm as the construction left very little space in between each early. One of the new buildings the stranger noticed is a boastfully pub that has it 's light source on and seemed to get most of the people that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to stick out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to perch his feet and catch up on a late dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a water skin filled with the smelliest ale the stranger has ever smelled in his life. As the stranger passed by these men an old man wearing properly clothing with shaggy-coated E. B. White eyebrows and a orderly short byssus finished his swig of the body of water skin and exhaled once he saw the unknown pass in front man of him.

'' Hey ! Yeah you with the coat. I know you do n't I ? '' the old inebriate 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 face the wino. The drunk smelled just as bad as his dank water cutis filled with ale and a suggestion of dried pee. `` What in the nine trials do you want old timer. '' The stranger 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 village. '' The old man spoke as the rest of the inebriate laughed at his overdo sense of grandness. `` Hey. I know you do n't I young one ? ''

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

'' Of course of study I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The drunk old man spoke with a bit More sense of lucidness almost as if he sobered up for a break open second. `` Your mother owned what is now my store your Church Father Edwin Herbert Land was the richest soil of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the death and killings. ''

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

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

Once in the pub the stranger saw a lively scene of men drinking and eating at table while bar maid move through out the pub with trays broad of fall guy of ale and beers. Some men played a dice game called Havoc next to a bard who tried to babble out of a story of the deep red Streak while playing his twine musical instrument over the cries of bar maidens fighting off the occasional feeler of drunken men. The unknown saw a sole seat near the bar where he can order a beer to rinse out the dust from his travel out of his throat. While walking up to the bar he noticed a few non humans sitting near the back some looked like slave extremely low frequency while one stuck out as a gnome sharing her twirler of beer with the slave.

Many of the humans seemed ok with the non humans sitting in the same pub drinking with them. Very progressive thinking the stranger thought to himself as to the highest degree human in the North Island are in fact racist towards non human race making them live in separate often walled off ghettos. As the unknown sat on the bar BM he noticed it was wobbly and ardent also taking note that the bartender is walking up to him. `` You would do intimately to take your beer and find somewhere else to tope son. '' The bar bid says as he puts his hands on the bar top.

The bartender has a bald-pated head shiny from fret with a long handle bar mustache above his sassing he is in good shape for a man of his age then again he must be to be able to toss crack drunks who ca n't pay their tablet out of the pub. `` That seat is reserved and intrust me you do n't want to piss that guy off. He likes to start fights and form worry. Its not worth the rump trust me there is always more seats in the back with the non humans. '' The bartender says to the stranger as he puts a glass of beer in front man of him.

'' Thanks for the warning old man, but I can take care 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 draught washing down the debris from his long pass to Knotsvill from Drowton a haven village even further north near the coast.

'' The name Gordon where you from stranger ? '' The barman asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't let the look of a traveling merchant or a tradesman from a social club. '' Gordon stares at the man in front of him. He wore a fine river rat pelage and what seemed to be a drear blue shirt and noticed his knickers were dusty Thomas More than likely from a long walk earlier in the day when the wind was much unassailable.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchant or a tradesman. Just a traveller looking for mortal. '' The stranger said as he pulled his hood off revealing his scared up face. The scar that stuck out the most was a saucy one that went from the top of his skull down past his left wing eye, but besides that scar the alien face is covered in small scratch some old and faded while some still have a slight redness to them revealing how fresh they are.

'' bounteousness Hunter are you ? '' The barkeep says as he looks around for any known felon or wanderers with bounties on their heads. `` Just do me a favour get the fight outside I 'd rather not clean up any more blood 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 bottom ? Ta'fuck ya'think ya'are ? '' A booming voice said from the pubs entry. `` Seating ya'ass in my bum. ''

The stranger coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his mitt. The man that is quite bothered by his seat being taken is six feet tall and as so encompassing he has to put down the pub turning sideways to fit through the doorway. He has chain mail covering half his body from his head draped down to half way down his chest with sturdy looking hide gasp adorned with some wild boar skull on the front end as some sort of belt buckle. The colossus had a wabber gob society tied around his trunk with a Mexican valium. Wabber jack clubs are wooden clubs drilled holler filled with an iron Congress of Racial Equality to add intensity level to it.

'' Your accent is magnetic north Island, but your no master. '' The stranger tells the titan in front of him. No sooner had the row left his oral cavity then the unscathed pub seemed to subscribe a step back giving the colossus space to take the air. The stranger took no head as the behemoth took a few pace closer to him as he drank his beer.

'' Ta'devil do ya'be babbling about ? '' The behemoth asked as he stopped walking and tried to study the unknown.

'' Only a Almighty or someone of Lordly championship can hold reserves on anything even wobbly stools in dickhead covered pubs. '' The stranger said after he swallowed the lastly of his beer and turned around to society another noticing the bartender is now at the end of bar.

The behemoth blinked twice before he spoke up roaring out at no one in particular in the gang of villagers in the pub. `` He just told me to shove off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a endorsement to embrace just how mad he really is the behemoth continued. `` You fucking sashay felter ! '' The behemoth yelled out as his face got moneyed with anger he rushed over to the stranger getting to him with almost bewitched speed. The monster grabbed the unknown shoulder tightly and with simpleness he flung the alien who flies past the Pub doorway past all of inebriated men loitering in front of the pub crashing into a wooden cart.

The wino men looked at the mess in front of them where they expected the stranger to be all in or at the very least mutilated. The unknown stirs in the wreckage of fracture wood as he got up and dusted off his river rat coat just as the behemoth 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 stranger is still standing. `` Ya'a ruffian SOB aren't ya ? Good not many actually get to know my public figure before I pummeled them into a paste of meat that I wipe off my lodge. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the hundred bandit and I- ''

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

Bunkosh blinked twice noticing the man was more enraged over being called a cock felter then how he was flung like a child 's dame. `` Ya'fucking mad man. Ya'got nut on ya'I 'd give ya'that. soul remember to put that on his tombstone. This man here had some balls on him. ``

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

The dwarf cleaning woman who was sharing her ale with the elves yelled out from the crew. `` Cock felter ! He called you a cock felter twice ! '' Some of elves chuckled while the rest looked dash and kept quite hoping to not start any trouble. The unscathed Greenwich 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 forepart of him with the tip of his iron boot. `` You wo n't make it past this line while awake and on your invertebrate foot. '' The stranger says as he stands perfectly still a few metrical unit in front of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so piffling man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a thoroughgoing lunatic. `` Ya'lost your mind if ya'think ya'can best me. It 's okay tho'I 'll just have to overreach some sense back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the alien like a wild beast.

The unknown stood still until Bunkosh was almost on top of him then he flipped his river rat pelage to the side and jumped up driving his knee into Bunkosh wind with deadly preciseness. The blow caught Bunkosh by over surprise he couldn't even block the Jonathan Swift knee if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his face slamming down on the line the unknown drew in the soil he is completely unconscious mind while his nose is steadily oozing blood.

The crowd around the pub is awe struck. Bunkosh has been hassling the villagers for the past week. Even the horse that guard the Mayor have been hesitant to act on him and his band of bandits that take to the roads just beyond the hamlet of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to push around the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his clutches on the Village this will anger his patron and might have the bandit to snipe the village even this stranger who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a danger to them.

The non human race immediately spread out to give this man a spacious birth to take the air. The human villagers kept there oculus on him half scared, but trying their well to not exhibit it. The stranger did n't bother to look 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 seat Gordon strolled over a smile on his case. `` Glad you took care of him. He 's been a bit of a nuisance to us here for quite some time. ''

'' He should 've screw amend then to incommode a man in middle of his drink. '' The stranger says as he looks at the vacate looking glass in front of him.

Gordon takes the touch and pours the man a beer. `` Yeah lots of fights start that way around here. You would consider people would be more civilized up in this part of the north, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner wars. ''

'' You served ? '' the unknown asked as he drank his beer. The rest of the pub seemed to go back to normal as if a giant of a man was n't toppled over in movement of the pub.

'' Aye under good Billie Jean Moffitt King Flanjur. third gear born son of the late big businessman Auntur the Great, but truth be told his land had a fair sense of rule. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once Good male monarch Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his brother King Johann Sebastian Bach. King Flanjur suffered such a poor end too I was there till the terminal of us when King Flanjur angled for our prophylactic escape in exchange for his living. I still honor his formula in this pub where non humans and humans can interact without peril as there are no interrogation broker allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrait of Good King Flanjur the kind king of the inner war.

The inner wars were a series of long drawn out state of war for power between King Johann Sebastian Bach second born his elder brother Duntur rightful heritor to the toilet and youngest brother Flanjur who rejected the radical mind of the Inquiry a spiritual faction that believe that humans are meant to rule all on the gift no matter the monetary value. Ultimately the one who won the pattern of all of the due north Island was King Bach thanks to his soldier of fortune Army along with his horse funded by the Inquiry who gained a airless fundament to the king as a reward for their loyalty.

'' A right king he was I heard of him. narrative of his valor reached far past the North Island although not to go insensitive, but have you a room for sale as my feet grow tried of the road. '' The stranger asked Gordon as he stretched out his arms to exaggerate his need for a room.

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

'' A Hunter you say ? '' The unknown asked intrigued as he sips on his beer.

'' Aye a hunter works for the settlement medical examination pusher. She be out on the Richard Morris Hunt for the preceding two nights. '' Gordon says as he looks over towards the non humankind.

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

'' Aye she as in a…woman. Works for the medical pusher gathering ingredients to pop the furuncle and other common problems of the settlement. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the heading as he picked a fight with a man twice his size and ca n't wrap his head around a female hunter.

'' Never mind the person I 'm looking for is n't here at all. How a great deal do I owe for the beverage ? '' The stranger asked as he stood up from the bar.

'' On the star sign my honest protagonist. Save your finsta for the inn down the road. '' Gordon says as he takes the abandon mug away from the bar top. `` Good luck on your William Holman Hunt. ''

The stranger walks away from the pub pulling his hood back up to lug the inhuman air of the nighttime. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious mind dead body and headland back out to the forest where he set up a small camp earlier that day. As he walked down the dirt course guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the cloud in the night sky a tree caught his eye. The tree had a single iron glob shot embedded into the trunk.

The stranger placed his hand over the atomic number 26 ballock feeling the texture alteration from the smooth metallic feel of the branding iron ball to the jolty tactile property of the tree barque. The storage of his finish Night in Knotsvill flooded back into his headway. It was a late summer Night much like any early with him and his baby helping their father payload up the cart to be taken to grocery store the adjacent morning. The last sack good of vegetables were packed away now his baby and him raced back to the planetary house to get the sweetness they earned today.
They ran straight from the barn past the well and onwards to the house they lived in. That 's when they heard a buck galloping at them from the logic gate that leads from the village to their small farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbor saltation of his horse and spill the beans to their father they ran up to the two men and only heard the end bit of the conversation. `` The township we must get their quickly before they come to our farms ! '' Their neighbor says as he jumps back on his horse cavalry and rode back to the township in a replete gallop.

His sister and him went to their sire who shakes his foreland as their neighbor rides back down towards the village. `` shaver in the house go with your mother. '' Then the sound of a horse neighing took them all by surprise. Their neighbor cavalry ran down the road throwing his rider on to the land. As three men covered in jumpy hide and leather armor chopped their neighbour in slice with magnanimous cleavers. `` In the planetary house now ! ''

They ran to their mother who had a spread gun in her helping hand quickly loading the gun as his sister passed a hand pistol to her sire and loaded another side arm. His father grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning next to the door and got set to press the bandits. With a quick aimed stab 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 drink down the bandit. When a shooting iron shot smashed right into his fathers skull. The brigand charged past the doorway and got a belly full of buck shot from the strewing gun.

His sister and him then left the brigand bleeding out on their flooring as their female parent dropped the scatter gun and took them past the farms into the woods. They stayed in the tree wrinkle barely able to make out the rocks and tree diagram 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 fire was now raging in the middle of the village. Their mother encouraged them to keep on moving on and not to pay any aid to the horrors going on around them.

The strait of last, rape, and full general mayhem surrounded the house well past the village as survivors tried to fly from the village only to be hacked down by brigand on horseback. Now deep in the woods near the main trade path to the west the fellowship layed low hoping to fend off the bandits. The sounds of bandit riders charging up and down the road scared him and his babe 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 village was Lowton a good days walk from where they are both the Thomas Young nestling wo n't be able to micturate the tenacious walk through the Natalie Wood and past the river.

'' Listen here youngster stay close to each former. Mommy going to get help Charisa arrest with your brother do n't let him out of your great deal. I 'll be back before you know it. '' Their female parent said tucking them into a cavity under a orotund tree marking it with a cross of Galvalis the mother of lighting with her ear annulus so the mother Goddess can see over her children as she tried to make it to Lowton and back with men to push back the brigand off.

The hours ticked away and the feeling like their mother abandoned them soon washed over him and his sister. Charisa decided to glance out once she heard someone walk towards them hoping it 's their mother back with help. She still had her father pistol with her so she slowly cocked it and peeked her head out in case of it being brigand. Only to be grabbed by a rather magniloquent and smelly bandit along with another bandit on hogback as he kept watch over his comrade.

'' Look what we have here. Must 've missed all the action hiding in this tree diagram. '' A bandit said holding his older Sister by her hair like a lever rabbit new from a Holman Hunt. `` What 's your name Loretta Young one ? ''

'' She does n't look that young to my middle. '' Said the bandit on horseback as he ogled her body with a libidinous look on his case.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The former bandit agreed as his optic also wondered over his elder sister 's pissed young body.

The young brother came charging out of the Tree cavity swinging at the bandit holding his sister only to be kicked away like a green mutt by the much bigger stronger bandit.

'' Ah. She has a small one with her. Might be deserving something to a slave dealer do n't you consider ? '' The bandit on hogback asked the former brigand looking at the Young boy holding the smirch where he was kicked.

That 's when Charisa pulled out her father pistol loose from her knock and shot the brigand holding her by her pilus directly in the face. Catching him by complete surprisal as his head wiped back from the iron musket ball impact.

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

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

The bandit turned his horse and went for another swing and got Charisa just after she finished reloading the pistol. He laughed as her modest body was lifted in the air and fell behind a fallen rotted tree log.

The vernal blood brother now was left completely alone with this beast of a man. He looked for anything he could use to defend himself. He spotted a large thick Tree branch and struggled to pick it up.

The bandit heard him struggling to countermand the branch. `` Oh, I almost forgot about you. I guess one slave is better then none. '' He said as he began to trot his horse closer to him. `` Do n't struggle now or I might have to hurt you like I did to your little friend there. ''

The new sidekick managed to clean up the branch and swing it at the knight as he balanced himself on the balls of his feet using all his strength to swing the heavy branch into the horses chest. This caused the horse to shoot down wildly and tip over the bandit on top of it. The bandit fell hard just on the early side of the fallen log. The young chum picked up his subdivision and raised it over his drumhead letting it fall on top of the bandits skull. Then he picked it up and kept hitting the bandit head until he heard the skull offer and the bandit stopped breathing.

The Cy Young brother looked over the log at his sister 's lifeless trunk when he saw the pistol that belonged to their Fatherhood laying next to her. He picked it up and began to start walking in the Saame cosmopolitan direction he thought his female parent went in the hopes to run into her.

The alien day dream was broken up by a weird cry. He lifted his head and waited for the speech sound again. This time he heard it loud and clear it was a wild Sus scrofa screech and heading right towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low hanging branch and he pulled himself up into the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. He look down and saw the three foot tall Sus scrofa looking right up at him his tusk incisive as any blade with purple center a light up mark that the boar was hexted.

The boar screeched again and circled around the tree. Making it clear that the boar has decided to wait for him to come down. The stranger decided that he rather not have to deal with the Sus scrofa so will wait him out. Leaning back on the tree with his hands tucked behind his point he started to fall asleep.

The nap was unawares lived as the unknown felt something wrong with the Sus scrofa quietly facing away from the corner instead of rubbing it 's ivory on the tree bark. Then three quick flashes of atomic number 47 came out of the Dubya on the diametrical incline of the tree followed by the boar squealing loudly in pain. The stranger peeked down seeing the flash of silver were in fact arrows that were shot into the boar position just in time to see two throwing sword be flung at the Sus scrofa but miss hitting the tree proboscis instead. The wild boar charged at the bushes, but was stopped when a long wooden staff poked out of the George W. Bush and smacked the ground repeatedly.

Then out of the bush came an elf fair sex. She had a embrown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the stranger saw she wore a dark cat valium shirt with pixilated brown pants and rowdy leather charge. The elf adult female came down with the staff slamming the wild boar head making a loud thunk noise Echo in the hush of the night air.

'' Gotcha now ! '' The elf woman says in a Ortanish elf speech pattern. `` Think twice before you succumb to the regard of the dark wizard ! ''

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

The elf woman began to smile thinking she caught the boar by surprise as she circles around him her staff pointing right at the boar. `` Now you will be judge by the divinity in the nine trials. Prepare for death ! '' 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 faculty.

The Sus scrofa snorted and charged at the elf charwoman who pounded the staff on the ground and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another blade to the boar hitting it on the joint of the shoulder blade causing it to slacken down significantly. The boar squealed in pain and went to charge again this time the charge is much more indolent thanks to the sword driving itself ever mystifying with every pace it takes.

The elf woman stood on top of the her faculty with a much bigger sword in her hand. `` I will now have you to die you audacious blaspher of well boar ! '' With a diving towards the boar the elf charwoman managed to drive the sword into it 's back causing it to creak in pain in the neck. The elf woman rolled on the ground and realized her steel was now stuck into the Sus scrofa back. `` Ah. Crap. ''

With her blade embeded into the boar and her wooden staff left behind the Sus scrofa she was now essentially unarmed. She tried to reach for a arrow in her quivering when she saw the boar bit and rush at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the world to lose having the loss of such a comical elf he pulled out his Talavinny struggle axe out from his side and jumped down from the subdivision.

The attack was a surprise to the elf adult female and the boar as he manage to kill the hexted wild boar by driving the axe into the boars skull. The elf cleaning woman gasped once she saw the homo shoot down the hexted boar in one golf shot.

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf woman exclaimed her amazement for the substantial human which was short lived as she now saw him struggling to liberate his axe from the boars skull.

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

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

'' Oh…yeah ? Well who killed it ? By my right it should be mine. '' The stranger says feeling the axe scratch to turn over way.

'' I hunted this wildcat for two nights. Lost one-half my quiver looking for this wild boar besides what can you do with a hunk of stagnant hexted meat ? '' The elf woman says as she pokes the boar with her staff to make surely it 's suddenly.

'' spate like eat it 's nitty-gritty, but tell you what since you hunted this beast and wounded it you can take whatever essence you desire. Then since I did kill it saving your life-time mind you I 'll prevent the rest. '' The stranger says after he pulls his axe free sending speck of blood flying from the wild boar skull and landing on the elf fair sex.

He noticed her fare looks for the maiden time. Her font cut, but not gaunt with a pocket-sized heart shaped nose dingy eyes with small sprinkles of orangeness in them. Her superlative tall clearly not a elf born from slavery with undimmed brown hair covering her ears. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the stranger of the Southern champaign brownie, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf accent from the midland.

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

'' Uhh…right. '' The unknown said looking away from the elf cleaning woman beautiful face not before catching her smile.

'' I 'll only require the most expensive heart and soul, but no changing your brain after. curse on the dragon ? '' The elf woman asked the stranger.

'' Yes. I swear on the tartar. '' The unknown mumbled surprised that the elf woman thought him a cheat after all he did save her life.

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

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll have nothing, but rotted meat to eat. '' The unknown says a bit annoyed that the elf would n't hold his discussion the first time.

'' Great should n't take long. '' The elf woman said as she began to cut the boar carcass open and extract out the full of life organs. First the kernel then the testicles along with the liver and finally the brainpower which was much easier to take as the human axe made a nice even split on the boars skull.

'' You about done there ? '' The stranger asked looking at the utter carcass get smaller and smaller as the elf woman took the organs she wanted.

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

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would pass on me with zilch but the ivory and fat. '' The stranger says as he bends down to the abruptly wild boar and crosses the carcass with the sign of Galvalis the mother of light then pouring purification saltiness over the body he whispered in Valhlic the honest-to-god do it languish on the talent. The consistence shimmered a brilliant gleam then the smell of stark flannel roses wafts in the air as the boar carcass shrinks down back to it 's normal sizing before it was hexted.

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

'' What do you stand for ? Just how do I look like in your heart ? '' The stranger shoots back at the elf charwoman.

The elf char thought about it for a secondly then says quite confidently. `` You have the look of a dishonored military general who used cruel and inhumane methods on the field of battle and is now a fugitive from justice bandit king fighting every day to come through now that your men have abandoned you for a new bandit B. B. King after years of failure as a bandit tycoon, because you still are haunted by your preceding wanting goose egg, but the in effect for your men with the to the lowest degree amount of money of civilian injured party to somehow gain up for what you 've done in the yesteryear. ''

'' You 've quite the imagination elf. '' The alien says amazed that she could throw up quite a story just from knowing him all of five minutes most of which she spent hang over picking over a hexted boar carcase. `` No. I 'm no brigand Martin Luther King or disgraced General. I 'm just a traveler looking for someone. ''

'' Oh I see. fountainhead I work for saving grace the herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can make a seer drink for you to assist in your hunting. She would be glad to help. I 'm sure. '' The elf woman says as she watches the stranger rope 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 make it sluttish to carry then chopping the meat into smaller art object or carrying the hunk of meat in hired man. '' The alien says as he rolls the carcass into the net. Gordon did n't mention the hunter was an elf woman then again his gratuitous cerebration fashion of non humans could excuse why he left such a big detail out. `` I 'd enjoy to, but I don't make a riding habit of following woman with random hexted boar organs into the forest especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf woman asked in thoroughgoing seriousness that made the stranger chuckle at her naivety.

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

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

'' My name is long horse. dollar Talvers. ''