A club flew past my head,  I ran and ran and didn’t stop until I was well past the border line.   Let me clear this up, I am a gnome.  My best friend is an ogre.  Ogres and gnomes don’t mix.  So they say.  That makes it hard to get together.  Oh well,  I pretty tired anyway.
 

 My friend,  Carrak, and I were walking along the dock when a row boat floated up.  An aged human sat in it.  He walked out and said, “Good morn, Carrak.  Good morn, Weelic.”  My jaw fell open.  “You need not ask.” he stated, “I am an oracle.  My name is Aryak.”  I don’t know why, but I trusted him.  He asked of us, a favor.  He wanted us  to  bring him a golden sphere from the dark knight.  I  hesitantly agreed.  I have kind of a pride problem.  I believe that I am the most superior rouge in the world.  Some day it might be my undoing.  Aryak told me to bring  the sphere to  the island Canbridge.  Then he handed me a map and bid us farewell.
 

 On the beginning of our quest we lost the map.  It was stolen actually.  That pisses me off.  So anyway we just set off in one direction and didn’t turn back.
 

 The next day we came upon a river.   Carrak  quickly tried to cross it.  Suddenly a serpent of some kind leapt out of the water.  Carrak stepped back, drew a arrow and shot the  serpent through the  head.  You might want  know that Carrak is possibly the best archer on Gwnight, our island.   That’s us, the archer and the rouge. Anyway  we decided to go around the river.
 

 We walked for a while and came upon  a cabin .  It was getting late  so  we slept in it.   The next morning  we decided to take a day off.  We lounged around the cabin.  Carrak started to make some arrows from sticks and flint.  I  was sharpening my dagger.   Well it isn’t really mine.  I had taken it from the oracle.  What can I say?  I’m a rouge.
 

 At night as we got ready to go to sleep, I found a map.  I held up a candle.   According to the map we were in the plains of the spirits.
 
 
 

 Suddenly a moaning came up.  I opened the door.    I saw  a vision in the fog.  It looked like a man, but I could see right through him.  He walked up to the door.   He was  a young, human  in armor.  “Seek Malaar”  he whispered.  Then he disappeared.
 
 

 We walked for two more days and finally reached the mountains.  I looked at the map.  What the hell..?  Hills of warriors?  I heard a noise behind me.  I spun around.  Then everything went black.
 

 I woke up tied  up in rope. Poorly.  I slipped  right out of there.   I  slipped  a sword  from a sleeping warrior.  Then I sliced him up.  I walked into the clearing and  saw Carrak letting loose arrows everywhere.   I ran into the fray slashing at anything moving.  A couple minuets later the warriors lay in a big heap.  I smiled at my friend.  It was kind-of fun.
 
 

 We must have gotten lost because we ended up at a hut by the marshes.  I looked inside.  I saw a perfect sword.  It was just my size and carefully crafted.  Without thinking I snuck inside and snatched the sword .  It felt perfect in my hands.   Suddenly  a tall, thin  elf stood in front of me.   His hands blazed with fire.  I jumped out a window as  the house exploded with fire.    The man walked out and shot  bolts of fire at me.   As one blazed towards me, I swung at it with the sword.  The fire bolt  bounced off and roasted the wizard.   It was pretty  cool.
 

 We walked another day and arrived back at the mountains.  We began to scale the mountain.   At night we slept on a ridge.  I slept soundly.
 
 

 In the morning we reached the top, and I fell into the mountain.  I  fell and fell  until I got hold of a  stone on the wall.   Below me  was a steaming, boiling mass  of........ red stuff.   It looked like solid fire.  I slowly crawled up the mountain side.  My sword fell into the solid  fire.
 

 
 After a day and a half we camped outside the realm  of the dark knight.   We slept in shifts.   In the morning  we  strode into the valley.   Then without sign  dragons started swooping from the sky.  Carrak shot his arrows towards the dragons but they didn’t  get through the tough scales.  Suddenly a shock of blue flame hit the dragons and they fell lifeless to the ground.
 

 That night we hid outside the castle and didn’t sleep a wink.  The next day we broke into the fortress and were caught.   The guards dragged us  to  a chamber  where an elf about our age (15)  sat on the floor, bound in rope.   The dark knight sat in a throne looking over a sword.   The elf looked at us.   For some reason I knew he had saved us from the dragons, he smiled weakly.  The knight lifted the sword at stuck down.  Blue flame invelopped us.  Then we died.
 
 

 We  stood in a deep jungle, hot and stuffy.    I could see the elf, free of his bindings.   “Who are you?”  I asked.
“My name is Malaar.  Who might you be?”
“I am Weelic and this is Carrak.”  Malaar?  I had heard his  name before.
“I was told to seek you.” I told him, “by a  young man in armor.”
He nodded, “Olan.  He was killed a year ago.  It was his sword the dark knight wielded.”
“Where are we” asked Carrak.
“The Celts believed,” Malaar started, “that when someone died, they went to an island where no living man has ever  seen.  The only way back is to find  the cave of life.
Let’s go”
 

 We ran as fast as we could.  Behind us was a beast that was undescribable.  A stealer of souls.  We ran for safety into a dark cave.  Suddenly we came out by a castle.  The dark knight’s castle.
“Let’s get out of here!”  Carrak cried.
“No!” commanded Malaar. “I’ve got to get that sword.
“And we’ve got our quest.” I finished.  So we entered the castle of death.
 
 

 Malaar kicked open the door.  Carrak leapt at the dark knight and snatched the sword.  He threw it to Malaar who slashed through the dark knight.  The hall filled with a blinding light.   Suddenly I was holding the golden sphere in my hands.  Our quest was nearly fulfilled.
 
 

 “Where are you off to now?” asked Malaar.
“We must make haste to the isle of  Canridge, and give the sphere to Aryak, the oracle”
“Aryak, huh?  I believe I’ll come with you.  I was born there you know”
After two days we reached the coast of Canridge.  After another day we reached Aryak’s hut.  We found him and two humans waiting there.
“Ah, Carrak, Weelic, Malaar.  Good to see you.  This is Annalag, and Dewlor. “
“You carry the book of Gallard?”  Malaar stated.
“Annalag turned to him.  You must be the elf who tried to take  this book.”
“You five”  Aryak said “will begin you’re quest right away.  But for now you must rest.”
 
 

    The   End
 
     (Until the next quest)