Champions Of Faylorne: Tower Of The Damned

Chapter Four

The sun began to set as the people of Amnel went into their houses. Each locking their doors and windows in fear of the dark. The streets were barren as Darin walked through the gates, slightly perturbed. He rested his hand on Xanthil but it did not put his mind to ease. Slowly he made his way through the market square in hopes of finding a tavern.

Shadows flew above Darin as he made his way through the streets of Amnel. He kept a his hand resting on Xanthil while approaching a building he assumed was the town hall. The building was nothing special. It seemed as if no one had been living in it for years. However, as he approached a small man quickly popped his head out motioning him to come inside. Darin was hesitated at first but followed not having any other leads.

"Are you an idiot?!" The small man shouted at him. He did not look any taller then four foot. He was dressed in somewhat of a suit and tie. The colors seemed to have fadded away and there where a few buttons missing. Darin also caught a hid of stench from the small man. Do they bathe here?

"Excuse me. I'm not from around here. I don't-" Darin tried to explain.

"You don't go out at night! No one does," The small man turned around and motioned him to follow. "For the past, eh, six months we have been having trouble with those blasted Feral Elves. They come into town, steal our food and supplies, and make off with people as well. We have sent word to Uthingar but have gotten no response." Darin perked up.

"Well, you see Mr. Mayor, I have been sent by Uthingar to deal with the Feral Elves. I am-" Darin began to explain again.

"Really? You? Not a entire dispatch, just you, huh? Great we're doomed," the mayor grabbed a bottle and glass from his desk and began to pour himself a rather large drink. "You should just head back, son. There is nothing you can do here. The forest is filled with Ferals and Amazons." The mayor sunk into his chair downing his glass.

"Sir, I will do my best to find out what is going on and protect your town," Darin realised the mayor was no longer listening. He turned and headed back on the streets.

As Darin thought about what he should do next, he was unaware of the small figure picking his pockets. Duwain slowly lifted the coin purse and sealed letters from the knights satchel. With those tucked away he focused on the pretty sword the knight had at his side. Duwain licked his lips and reached for the blade.

As his fingers grazed Xanthil, it let out a bolt of lightning into the small elf's body, sending him flying back. Darin quickly turned around, drawing Xanthil.

"You tried to steal my sword," Darin pointing his blade at the theif. He caught sight of Duwain's ears and moved in for an attack. Duwain quickly rolled to the left, drawing his daggers and jumping up.

"Woah, aren't you supposed to arrest me before killing me when I refuse? Duwain said countering a second blow from Darin.

"We don't arrest Ferals!" He kicked the elf down and went for the kill. Duwain grabbed a hand full of dirt and threw it in Darin's eyes.

"Are you blind? I'm no Feral, no freaky tattoos on and I'm not basically naked! Duwain then kicks Darin on his stomach outing his blade to the knights throat. Darin quickly stilled.

"Perhaps my actions were rash," Darin quietly stated.

"Ya think?" Duwain sheathes his daggers.

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"I see," Duwain took in the information that Darin told him. He brought the knight back to his apartment to find out why Darin was in Amnel. Also to hide from the Ferals that were probably roaming the streets now. "Well obviously you have no idea what your doing, counting you thought I was a Feral Elf."