Ahoy there! Well, I’m not going to start the story until I either get home or get my new ultraportable. Typing on this big hunk of junk is arthritis enducing. So, to fill my hours, I have begun thinking of ways to expand the adventure past the life-time of Tuulen and into the world of Feno’lin’s son, Feyolin.
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Well, since I finished the extended summary, this will be my last post on the subject for a time. This is a very general outline to be followed that will give me the most flexibility while I write.
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Laars, Tuulen, and the 4,000 cavalry behind them smashed into the Jiri soldiers riding full speed and scattered their lines. Feno’lin, seeing the moment of opportunity at hand, calls a full charge into the turned Jiri lines. Together, the cavalry and Feno’lin’s remaining men sandwiched the Jiri. After a long battle, Laars and Tuulen met Feno’lin amongst the field of dead Jiri and greeted each other warmly.
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Tuulen’s journey takes him miles south over open planes and around the southern meer forest. When he arrives in the human city of Tooledge, built on the side of a cliff, he finds every person in the city in a circle surrounding a tree. He joins them and learns that they are mourning the death of Prince Arthur (who died during the Soulak raid). Upon their departure, Tuulen follows the king’s entourage to the palace.As the king and queen enter their modest hall, the doors shut behind them and the entourage went their separate ways.
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After much discussion, Tuulen and Feno’lin decide to go through the pass of Minu Grol. The reason to go through here was that it was a more direct and less-traversed route to Opeha. The pass was considered perilous because there was said to be an ancient dragon living there that not even the mightiest of mighty could conquer (including Hak’rin). Though Tuulen, being the creator of the land, knew better.
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Together with the Jiri, Hak’rin lead his people, the Demwir, on a campaign to take the land for themselves. First, he took the Meer totally by surpise. The Meer leaders took no heed to early warnings (though they are not at fault - stress this) and the Demwir took the forest for theirs. They slaughtered all who opposed so most Meer just fled. All resistance was annihilated without much of a fight.
With the Meer vanished as an organized force and now assimilated as men (most), Hak’rin forsaw that if he should lay low, the leaders of the rest of the world would not send aid to stop his forces. So there Hak’rin lay dormant for 10 years. He used this time to hone his skills with the blade and further practice his wizardry.
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Great idea in the making. Could be maybe a fictional history of Earth…a lost century? The story is about a boy whose father died honorably in battle, but greatly griefed the boy. The boy grows up never knowing why his father fought. The boy began to hate war and thought the entire idea worthless.
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