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Live the tale of duty, of love and loss, through the eyes of an exceptional heroine with an unusual mission that takes her to the mountainous northern reaches of Faerûn during the golden age of ancient Netheril.
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(Mature content - violence and sexual themes)
Chapter 12: Good Kind Does Not Equal Nice KindChapter 12: Good Kind Does Not Equal Nice Kind by BATTLEFAIRIES
Three more, awful heartbeats later, it dawned on Hulda that that scimitar was going nowhere – the woman was as dead as a doornail. An elven lance driven through her ribcage from behind had killed her instantly, and now, with the butt end jammed into the soil, kept her propped up like a straw figure.
-”What in the blazing Abyss happened here?” Zan, next to and slightly underneath Hulda demanded.
Hulda guessed the scene had shaken the otherwise unflappable wizard something fierce.
-”The spear is elven,” Marek observed. “Could it be an inside job?”
-”That, or the attacker found out where the elves keep their weapon stash,” Zan said.
He gave the shaft a tug, and the corpse fell over with a wet thud. Hulda could see no other injuries on the woman – the spear-thrust had been executed cleanly and precisely.
Fundinn left his vantage point on her buttocks to investigate something hidden in the wet grass.
-”Are those breadcrumbs?&
The Little Elf's BirthdayUpon a summer day in a moor,The Little Elf's Birthday by BATTLEFAIRIES
there stood a toadstool house with a little green door.
In front of this home sat an elf on the mat
and though it was her birthday, the elf was sad.
The neighbours' baby dragonflies wouldn't leave her at peace!
They'd demolished her flower-pots, they ate all her cheese,
they'd made off with her panties and splashed them with ink;
they painted her pet caterpillar in a gaudy pink!
While usually they'd quit their pranking after a while,
today the neighbours' sweethearts had gone the extra mile
and confirmed their statuses as absolute pests:
they'd crashed the elf's party and scared off the guests!
In the wreckage of her feast, the little elf sobbed;
it didn't dawn that a passer-by wizard had noticed and stopped.
-“What seems to be the matter, dear elf?” the magus inquired,
“Tell me your troubles, perhaps I'm inspired...!”
-”Oh, too late for that, I'm afraid, kind sir,”
the elf wept, “my guests won't come back for a whi
Chapter 11: Quite FittingChapter 11: Quite Fitting by BATTLEFAIRIES
With a pole threaded through the hoops on top of the cages, Hulda, Zan and Marek were carried off into the woods by the Eldreth Veluuthra. The elves shared rations while walking, and engaged in muttered conversation. Hulda knew the Elven Tongue well enough to make out that there was supposed to be a rendezvous with kinsmen and their giant eagle mounts on a hilltop nearby, but apparently, the eagle-riders were delayed. She kept her hopes up that the cages would be put down on the ground soon, long enough for her to get rid of her sea-sickness: Her cage swinging to and fro on the rhythm of the elves marching through the forest for hours was asking the impossible of her stomach.
The wood-dwellers kept good pace, however, and as if that wasn't enough, the sky quickly became overcast and treated them on a steady and plentiful rain that refused to subside even as they reached the low, flat hill overlooking the valley.
The elves set to readying tents and shelters, and digging up stashes of we