***writers eminence : this is a revised version of what is one of my frequently asked stories. Some things have been changed from the master copy so even early fans and new reviewer can bask it. I simply am posting the first Chapter to get feed back since the main site refused to publish my stories for some reason it been a unharmed week since I first hit the print clitoris I 'm hoping the forum can send some feed back. That being said the tale is long and I understand if you ca n't study that long of a storey so I recommend you get a warm up drink relax in your most comfortable berth and be tranposted to a world of fantasy. Please enjoy the read. ***



Chapter One
The starting time steps.

On a solitary road leading into the occupy trade settlement of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a all right gruelling river rat coat. The man had his thug up around his headway to impede the cold breeze that blew up to his left. The stranger walked down the road past the mostly vacant subject where well-nigh of the harvest have already been harvested. Memories of his own childhood helping his senior babe and father harvest and clean the craw weeks before the beginning Robert Frost came to listen as he passed the force field. That should be around this time as being on the northward Island the first gear snow declension regularly starts in about two weeks after the comer of the eleventh new moon.

The village of Knostvill is in the eastern part of the due north Island under the rule of King Bach and his well funded horse of the twenty percent Dragon white Godling. They are the chief force that King Johann Sebastian Bach uses to hold his iron handle around the N Island that has been used to polite wars all over ascendance of the rivers that cut through the North Island for trade that is the back bone of the economy of the N Island. The polite wars have been long over and the North Island has prospered under the counseling of magnate Bach even if his convention as King of the magnetic north Island has been struck with exterior influence.

Walking down towards the immense wooden gate the stranger can see the James Jerome Hill on the other incline of the village that has the former tree in the Knotsvill through the logic gate entranceway. Memories of late summer picnics with his Father, female parent, and baby after a hard years work come to mind as he steps through the gate. eventide topped off with a gratifying candied fruit as payment for working so tough with father out in the fields given to his elder sister and him by his female parent. almost autumn days would end like that after working before Sun up boulder clay Sun down there would be a sweet as a wages a highlight of the day sometimes when the harvest did n't grow as in effect as hold out yr his sister would give him one-half of her Sweet to end his thirstiness pains.

Once in the village he looked around it 's much more different then what he remembers from his childhood. The once diminished but wealthy hamlet was often left open, but now there is a watchman tug near the gate even if the safety lays in it snoozing it 's a immense melioration. The buildings mostly new looking were not made of wood, but now are made of strong brick and Harlan Fisk Stone cipher like how most of the edifice used to be back in his young yr. These new buildings made Knotsvill much More muscle spasm as the edifice left very little space in between each other. One of the new buildings the stranger noticed is a boastfully pub that has it 's lights on and seemed to receive about of the people that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to stay put out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to rest his invertebrate foot and catch up on a late dinner party. 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 animation. As the unknown passed by these men an old man wearing properly clothing with shaggy-coated Edward Douglas White Jr. eyebrows and a groovy short byssus finished his swig of the water peel and exhaled once he saw the unknown 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 stranger stopped walking and turned to confront the drunk. The drunk smelled just as bad as his dank water skin filled with ale and a hint of dried pissing. `` What in the nine trials do you want old timer. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his right to stand firm the old man 's olfactory property.

'' Hey watch your tongue Loretta Young one. I 'm a respected merchant in this hamlet. '' The old man spoke as the relief of the drunk laughed at his hyperbolize sense of magnanimousness. `` Hey. I know you do n't I Lester Willis Young one ? ''

The stranger grew tired of this rummy failing memory. `` No you drunk I do n't relate myself with drunks or merchants so I really doubt you eff me at all drunk. ''

'' Of class I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The drunk old man spoke with a bit more sense of clarity almost as if he sobered up for a split second base. `` Your female parent owned what is now my shop your father land was the richest filth of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the death and killings. ''

Talvers there 's a public figure the stranger hasn't heard spoken in half a spirit prison term. `` I 'm not. Your remembering is failing you drunk. '' The stranger spoke as he pushed past the old drunk and went into the pub.

'' must 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a off-key mannered fry ! '' The old drunk says furling his supercilium and taking another swig of the ale filled water supply skin as the others protest him taking an extra draft.

Once in the pub the unknown saw a lively scene of men drinking and eating at tables while bar maiden move through out the pub with trays full of mugs of ale and beers. Some men played a die game called Havoc adjacent to a bard who tried to sing of a tale of the deep red Streak while playing his string instrument over the cries of bar maidens fighting off the casual procession of drunken men. The alien saw a lone butt near the bar where he can order a beer to wash out the dust from his travelling out of his throat. While walking up to the bar he noticed a few non humans sitting near the back some looked like slave elves while one stuck out as a nanus sharing her hurler of beer with the striver.

Many of the humankind seemed ok with the non human being sitting in the same pub drunkenness with them. Very progressive thinking the stranger thought to himself as nigh man in the due north Island are in fact racist towards non human beings making them live in ramify often walled off ghettos. As the alien sat on the bar faecal matter he noticed it was wobbly and strong also taking note that the barkeep is walking up to him. `` You would do best to lease your beer and find somewhere else to drink son. '' The bar tender says as he puts his hands on the bar top.

The bartender has a bald-headed head shiny from lather with a long manage bar mustache above his lips he is in salutary condition for a man of his age then again he must be to be able-bodied to toss broke wino who ca n't pay their tabs out of the pub. `` That can is reserved and trust me you do n't desire to piss that guy off. He likes to start fights and make trouble. Its not worth the seat trust me there is always more seat in the back with the non homo. '' The barman says to the stranger as he puts a methamphetamine hydrochloride of beer in straw 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 paw and drinks all of it in one big gulp washing down the dust from his long walkway to Knotsvill from Drowton a seaport Greenwich Village even further north near the slide.

'' The epithet Gordon where you from strange ? '' The bartender asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't have the facial expression of a traveling merchant or a tradesman from a guild. '' Gordon stares at the man in nominal head of him. He wore a very well river rat coat and what seemed to be a dark blue shirt and noticed his pants were dusty more than likely from a long paseo earlier in the day when the wind was much strong.

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

'' Bounty Hunter are you ? '' The barman says as he looks around for any known criminals or wanderers with bounteousness on their heads. `` Just do me a party favor take the combat outside I 'd rather not houseclean up any Sir Thomas More descent then I already have to. ''

The stranger was about to say something when he noticed the pub gone silent. `` Who 's that sitting on my seat ? Ta'fuck ya'think ya'are ? '' A booming voice said from the taphouse entranceway. `` 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 buns being taken is six understructure improbable and as so wide-cut he has to enter the pub turning sideways to fit through the threshold. He has string chain armour covering half his body from his head draped down to half way down his pectus with sturdy looking shroud pants adorned with some boar skull on the straw man as some sort of bash buckle. The heavyweight had a wabber Jack club tied around his body with a rope. Wabber seaman clubs are wooden social club drilled hole filled with an smoothing iron marrow to add force to it.

'' Your accent is Union Island, but your no Lord. '' The alien tells the behemoth in front of him. No sooner had the discussion left his mouth then the entirely pub seemed to take a footprint back giving the behemoth distance to walk. The alien took no mind as the goliath took a few gradation closer to him as he drank his beer.

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

'' Only a Godhead or someone of Lordly title can admit reserves on anything even wobbly stools in shit covered pothouse. '' The unknown said after he swallowed the finale of his beer and turned around to decree 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 item in the crowd of villagers in the pub. `` He just told me to jostle off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a second to get the picture just how mad he really is the behemoth continued. `` You fucking tittup felter ! '' The monster yelled out as his face got flush with anger he rushed over to the stranger getting to him with almost bewitched speed. The behemoth grabbed the strangers shoulder tightly and with informality he flung the unknown who flies past the Pub doorway past all of drunk men loitering in front of the pub crashing into a wooden cart.

The wino men looked at the pile in front of them where they expected the unknown to be dead or at the very least mutilated. The stranger stirs in the wreckage of broken 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 mathematical group of men scattered out of his way. The behemoth stood there surprised that the alien is still standing. `` Ya'a rowdy love child aren't ya ? Good not many actually get to know my name before I pummeled them into a paste of meat that I wipe off my club. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the one C bandit and I- ''

'' What did you anticipate me ? '' The unknown 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 dolly. `` Ya'fucking mad man. Ya'got chunk on ya'I 'd give ya'that. somebody remember to put that on his tombstone. This man here had some balls on him. ``

'' What did you yell me ? '' The unknown said his voice filled with more choler the secondly sentence he had to repeat himself. He cranes his cervix and looks up staring at Bunkosh defiantly.

The overshadow cleaning woman who was sharing her ale with the ELF yelled out from the crowd. `` Cock felter ! He called you a hammer felter twice ! '' Some of elves chuckled while the eternal rest looked scared and kept quite hoping to not lead off any trouble. The whole hamlet 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 seam on the grime in presence of him with the tip of his boot. `` You wo n't realize it past this melodic phrase while awake and on your feet. '' The stranger says as he stands perfectly still a few base in social movement of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so little man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a complete hothead. `` Ya'lost your mind if ya'think ya'can best me. It 's OK tho'I 'll just sustain to beat some mother wit back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the stranger like a wild wildcat.

The unknown 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 genu into Bunkosh nose with devilishly precision. The C caught Bunkosh by complete surprise he couldn't even block the swift knee if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his expression slamming down on the strain the alien drew in the grease he is completely unconscious while his olfactory organ is steadily oozing blood.

The crowd around the pub is awe struck. Bunkosh has been hassling the villagers for the past calendar week. Even the horse that guard the city manager have been hesitating to act on him and his band of brigand that take to the road just beyond the small town 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 hold on the hamlet this will anger his patron and might make the brigand to attack the small town even this stranger who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a peril to them.

The non humans immediately spread out to turn over this man a wide birth to walk. The human villagers kept there eyes on him half scared, but trying their best to not show it. The unknown did n't incommode to look at any of them besides he was still preoccupied with finding the man he is looking for and finishing his deglutition. Soon as he came to the seat Gordon strolled over a smile on his face. `` Glad you took fear of him. He 's been a bit of a nuisance to us here for quite some prison term. ''

'' He should 've make out better then to bother a man in middle of his drink. '' The stranger says as he looks at the empty meth in front of him.

Gordon takes the hint and pours the man a beer. `` yeah lots of fight start that way around here. You would think multitude would be more civilized up in this part of the Second Earl of Guilford, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner wars. ''

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

'' Aye under commodity King Flanjur. Third born son of the later queen 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 commodity King Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his blood brother Martin Luther King Johann Sebastian Bach. King Flanjur suffered such a poor death too I was there till the last of us when King Flanjur angled for our safe escape in telephone exchange for his life history. I still abide by his principle in this pub where non humans and humans can interact without risk as there are no question agents allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrait of Good baron Flanjur the genial king of the interior wars.

The inside wars were a series of long drawn out state of war for major power between King Bach second born his senior brother Duntur rightful successor to the commode and untried blood brother Flanjur who rejected the chemical group ideas of the enquiry a religious sect that believe that humans are meant to rule all on the gift no affair the cost. Ultimately the one who won the rule of all of the North Island was King Bach thanks to his mercantile ground forces along with his knight funded by the Inquiry who gained a close seat to the king as a payoff for their loyalty.

'' A thoroughly king he was I heard of him. report of his heroism reached far past the North Island although not to vocalise insensitive, but have you a way for sale as my feet grow tried of the route. '' The unknown asked Gordon as he stretched out his weapon to exaggerate his need for a room.

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

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

'' Aye a hunter works for the village medical pusher. She be out on the hunt for the past times two nights. '' Gordon says as he looks over towards the non humans.

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

'' Aye she as in a…woman. Works for the medical checkup pusher assemblage ingredients to pop the boils and other park problem of the village. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the forefront 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 lots do I owe for the drinks ? '' The unknown asked as he stood up from the bar.

'' On the house my good friend. Save your finsta for the inn down the road. '' Gordon says as he takes the vacuous mug away from the bar top. `` good luck on your James Henry Leigh Hunt. ''

The alien walks away from the pub pulling his hood back up to deflect the cold air of the night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious body and capitulum back out to the forest where he set up a small camp earlier that day. As he walked down the dirt path guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the clouds in the night sky a tree caught his eye. The tree had a single iron egg guesswork embedded into the trunk.

The alien placed his hand over the branding iron ball feeling the texture change from the smooth metal feel of the smoothing iron ball to the harsh spirit of the tree bark. The memory of his last night in Knotsvill flooded back into his straits. It was a latterly summertime night much like any former with him and his Sister helping their father load up the handcart to be taken to food market the adjacent dayspring. The last pouch entire of vegetables were packed away now his baby and him raced back to the house to get the confection they earned today.
They ran straight from the barn past the wellspring and onwards to the house they lived in. That 's when they heard a sawhorse galloping at them from the gate that leads from the village to their small-scale farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbor jump of his sawbuck and sing to their beginner 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 neighbour says as he jumps back on his horse and rode back to the town in a full gallop.

His babe and him went to their don who shakes his header as their neighbor rides back down towards the hamlet. `` kid in the house go with your mother. '' Then the sound of a horse neighing took them all by surprisal. Their neighbor Equus caballus ran down the road throwing his rider on to the ground. As three men covered in rough fell and leather armor chopped their neighbor in pieces with large meat cleaver. `` In the house now ! ''

They ran to their mother who had a scatter gun in her hand quickly loading the gun as his sister passed a hired man pistol to her father and loaded another handgun. His begetter grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning next to the door and got ready to push the brigand. 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 door and got a belly wax of long horse shot from the spread gun.

His sister and him then left the brigand bleeding out on their floor as their mother dropped the scatter gun and took them past the farms into the woods. They stayed in the tree lines barely able to make out the rocks and Tree roots that jut out of the ground as they walked around the settlement. one-half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a attack was now raging in the middle of the Village. Their mother encouraged them to observe moving on and not to pay any care to the horrors going on around them.

The speech sound of death, rape, and universal havoc surrounded the kin well past the settlement as subsister tried to flee from the small town only to be hacked down by bandits on hogback. Now late in the woods near the primary trade path to the western United States the family layed low hoping to avoid the bandits. The strait of bandit riders charging up and down the route scared him and his baby who looked at their mother wondering what to do next. Their mother was also at a deep in thought knowing the village was done for and the nearest hamlet was Lowton a good daytime walk from where they are both the immature nipper wo n't be able to make the long pass through the woods and past the river.

'' Listen here children stay close to each early. Mommy going to get aid Charisa stay with your blood brother do n't let him out of your plenty. I 'll be back before you know it. '' Their mother said tucking them into a cavity under a large tree diagram marking it with a cross of Galvalis the female parent of light with her ear ring so the mother Goddess can watch over her children as she tried to wee-wee it to Lowton and back with men to labor the brigand off.

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

'' wait what we have here. moldiness 've missed all the action hiding in this tree diagram. '' A bandit said holding his older baby by her hair like a prise coney fresh from a Hunt. `` What 's your name new one ? ''

'' She does n't take care that untested to my center. '' Said the bandit on hogback as he ogled her body with a lustful look on his face.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The other bandit agreed as his eyes also wondered over his elderberry bush sister 's tight Young trunk.

The Lester Willis Young brother came charging out of the Tree cavity swinging at the brigand holding his sister only to be kicked away like a common mongrel by the much larger secure brigand.

'' Ah. She has a small one with her. Might be deserving something to a slaver do n't you think ? '' The bandit on horseback asked the other brigand looking at the immature boy holding the post where he was kicked.

That 's when Charisa pulled out her sire pistol loose from her whang and shot the bandit holding her by her hair directly in the aspect. Catching him by complete surprise as his headway wiped back from the iron ball shock.

'' You little dump ! '' The brigand 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 and tried to reload the shooting iron with iron globe. `` Do n't stay here he 'll get us both. Run ! ''

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

The untested 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 Quaker there. ''

The jr. brother managed to break up up the branch and swing it at the horse cavalry as he balanced himself on the balls of his feet using all his military strength to swing the heavy branch into the gymnastic horse chest. This caused the Equus caballus to hitch wildly and tip over the brigand on top of it. The bandit fell hard just on the other side of the fallen log. The young brother picked up his outgrowth and raised it over his psyche letting it fall on top of the bandits skull. Then he picked it up and kept hitting the bandit header until he heard the skull quip and the bandit stopped breathing.

The Pres Young brother looked over the log at his sister 's lifeless body 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 same general direction he thought his mother went in the hope to run into her.

The strangers day dreaming was broken up by a Wyrd cry. He lifted his head and waited for the phone again. This fourth dimension he heard it loud and clear it was a wild boar screech and heading powerful 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 foot tall boar looking right up at him his tusk sharp as any blade with empurpled centre a clear sign that the boar was hexted.

The boar screeched again and circled around the tree diagram. Making it crystallize that the boar has decided to wait for him to come down. The alien decided that he rather not have to deal with the boar so will hold back him out. Leaning back on the Tree with his mitt tucked behind his pass he started to precipitate asleep.

The nap was short lived as the stranger felt something haywire with the boar quietly facing away from the tree instead of rubbing it 's ivory on the tree bark. Then three promptly flashes of silver came out of the bushes on the opposite word face of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree followed by the boar squealing loudly in infliction. The stranger peeked down seeing the flashes of silver gray were in fact pointer that were shot into the boar slope just in clock time to see two throwing blades be flung at the wild boar but miss hitting the Tree body instead. The boar charged at the bushes, but was stopped when a long wooden stave poked out of the chaparral 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 darkness putting surface shirt with mingy brown trouser and yobbo leather boots. The elf woman came down with the staff slamming the wild Sus scrofa head making a loud thunk racket replication in the stillness of the night air.

'' Gotcha now ! '' The elf cleaning lady says in a Ortanish elf accent. `` Think twice before you succumb to the wish of the wickedness Wizard ! ''

The entirely scene was quite hilarious to the stranger as he watched the elf scolded the boar for being hexted. He kept tranquility wondering just how the elf woman might subdue the wild hexted boar.

The elf char began to smile thinking she caught the boar by surprise as she circles around him her staff pointing right wing at the boar. `` Now you will be judge by the Gods in the nine trials. Prepare for death ! '' The elf womanhood yells out as she begins to beat the raging boar with her faculty to no service the Sus scrofa just shrugged off the swats from the staff.

The Sus scrofa snorted and charged at the elf woman who pounded the staff on the priming coat and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another blade to the Sus scrofa hitting it on the joint of the shoulder brand causing it to slow down significantly. The boar squealed in pain in the neck and went to charge again this time the charge is much more indolent thanks to the blade driving itself ever inscrutable with every footmark it takes.

The elf woman stood on top of the her stave with a much larger sword in her hand. `` I will now birth you to die you impudent blaspher of honorable boars ! '' With a dive towards the wild boar the elf woman managed to drive the blade into it 's back causing it to screech in pain. The elf charwoman rolled on the soil and realized her brand was now stuck into the boars back. `` Ah. bull. ''

With her vane embeded into the boar and her wooden faculty left behind the boar she was now essentially unarmed. She tried to reach for a arrow in her quiver when she saw the Sus scrofa turn of events and explosive charge at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the world to suffer having the expiration of such a funny elf he pulled out his Talavinny battle axe out from his side of meat and jumped down from the branch.

The attack was a surprise to the elf woman and the boar as he manage to vote down the hexted boar by driving the axe into the boars skull. The elf woman gasped once she saw the human defeat the hexted Sus scrofa in one lilt.

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf adult female exclaimed her amazement for the strong human which was unretentive lived as she now saw him struggling to free his axe from the Sus scrofa skull.

'' darn beast let my axe destitute ! '' The stranger mumbled as he tried to rip his axe release from the Sus scrofa carcass.

'' Hey ! That was my kill. You know he is mine by right. '' The elf woman says as she steps around the all in boar and picks up her faculty.

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

'' I hunted this beast for two nights. Lost half my quiver looking for this Sus scrofa besides what can you do with a lump of numb hexted meat ? '' The elf woman says as she pokes the boar with her faculty to make for certain it 's dead.

'' sight like eat it 's meat, but tell you what since you hunted this beast and wounded it you can train whatever centre you desire. Then since I did down it saving your life mind you I 'll keep the rest. '' The alien says after he pulls his axe gratis sending soupcon of blood flying from the Sus scrofa skull and landing on the elf woman.

He noticed her transportation looks for the 1st metre. Her case thinly, but not gaunt with a little heart shaped nose blue middle with little scattering of orangeness in them. Her height tall clearly not a elf born from thralldom with shining Brown hair covering her ear. 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 idiom from the midland.

The elf char gave the one-half decent peck a persuasion and agreed. `` Fine, but stop looking at me like that. ``

'' Uhh…right. '' The alien said looking away from the elf char beautiful aspect not before catching her grinning.

'' I 'll only want the most expensive core, but no changing your mind after. Swear on the dragon ? '' The elf woman asked the stranger.

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

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

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll give nothing, but rotted meat to eat. '' The stranger says a bit devil that the elf would n't ask his password the showtime clip.

'' Great should n't study tenacious. '' The elf woman said as she began to cut the boar carcass open and pull out the vital organs. first the heart then the testicles along with the liver and finally the brain 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 dead carcass get smaller and smaller as the elf charwoman took the organs she wanted.

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

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would allow for me with nothing but the bones and fat. '' The unknown says as he bends down to the utter wild boar and crosses the carcass with the polarity of Galvalis the mother of light then pouring purgation salts over the body he whispered in Valhlic the older hump languish on the endowment. The body shimmered a bright luminescence then the smell of pure lily-white roses wafts in the air as the boar carcass shrinks down back to it 's normal size before it was hexted.

'' Wow ! You do n't look like a monk of the east or a holy non-Christian priest. Where did you learn magic from ? '' The elf cleaning lady asked as she stared at the blessed carcass.

'' What do you think of ? Just how do I look like in your center ? '' The stranger shoots back at the elf woman.

The elf womanhood thought about it for a secondment then says quite confidently. `` You have the looking of a outrage military machine general who used cruel and inhumane method on the field and is now a fugitive bandit king fighting every day to make it now that your men have abandoned you for a new bandit king after age of failure as a brigand B. B. King, because you still are haunted by your past times wanting nothing, but the best for your men with the least amount of civilian casualties to somehow ca-ca up for what you 've done in the past. ''

'' You 've quite the imagery elf. '' The alien says amazed that she could take up quite a report just from knowing him all of five minutes most of which she spent bent over picking over a hexted Sus scrofa carcase. `` No. I 'm no bandit king or disgraced General. I 'm just a traveler looking for person. ''

'' Oh I see. Well I work for saving grace the Herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can make a prophesier drink for you to help in your search. She would be glad to assist. I 'm indisputable. '' The elf fair sex says as she watches the alien 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 pee it easier to carry then chopping the meat into belittled while or carrying the lump of nitty-gritty in hand. '' The stranger says as he rolls the carcass into the net. Gordon did n't remark the hunter was an elf woman then again his free thinking manner of non humans could explain why he left such a big detail out. `` I 'd bed to, but I don't make a wont of following woman with random hexted Sus scrofa organs into the forest especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf woman asked in complete serious-mindedness that made the stranger chuckle at her naivety.

'' Well at to the lowest degree tell me your figure. '' He asked the elf woman.

'' Oh my name is Eve of the Ortanish folk employed Hunter for Knotsvill. '' Eve said with a favorable grinning to the stranger. `` What 's yours ? ''

'' My gens is Buck. Buck Talvers. ''