Witch Of The White Wood

DragonBorn Awakens

Stange magic swirled around the lands of Zaron as the battle for the stick raged on, both parties suffering mjor losses and casualties. The relic was in Human hands, guarded by the King and his many forces, after prying it from the Elves while they celebrated their annual holiday of the Winter Star the Humans king followed by a few of his closest allies broke into the palace. Stealing the relic from its unguarded podium, it was safe to say the Elves were enraged by this trechery upon grounds they werent supposed to step. While the Elves sent their best, slaughtering Human soldiers who were battling what seemed a hopless fight a new soul set forth for the Kingdom of Kupa Keep.

The mountians were a strange place, filled with weary beggars, Necromancers, Barbarians and Witches alike there was no sort of enforced law, to mountian folk the saying 'anything goes' was taken literally, they had their own law. The law of the mountian. A permanant mist hung over the peaks and black fog covered the winding paths. Anything was possible in the mountians. The snow stuck to the ground like a leech clinging to the arm of it's helpless victim. The perfect cover for the white foxes which patrolled the land.

There were few Human settlements in theese mountians that were placed as mining towns or quarries. Their resources going straight from the ground to the King in his ivory tower. There were some who left the towns and ventured to the city, often finding work as tavern men or guards. Women leaving to find husbands or a way of work that they could hope to fit into. Most returning home with engagments but no job. A small family of three resided deep within this town. Roamers, moving from villiage to villiagein search of a place they could deem themselves safe. After their sons tenth birthday finding him at danger they decided to move here, finding refuge for eight years.

He was now able to leave the confines of his house and venture outwards. This boy was a concerning one to say the least, he refused to speak only communicating through single words or gestures. After a while of this refusal to speak people began to ignore him or speak for him.

It was his eighteenth birthday, deciding the mountian life was much less than the way he wanted to spend the rest of his life he ventured out. Upon the close kingdom where the Grand Wizard resided. Hoping to make a name for himself, he kissed his mother goodbye and went on his way.

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Dearest Mother,

It wasnt too long after I left that I met a blond haired man by the name of Butters, he was being attacked by an Elven soldier and was losing the battle immensley. I decided that helping the boy would be the best option rather thaqn walking by. He told me his name was Butters, he was a happy man, often smiling and even offering to show me the way to the Kingdom. I couldnt refuse. I got to know the talkative boy through his ramblings about his life and the place he grew up, even though i never responded to his questions. After arriving in the kingdom i met a weapons merchant and soldier named Clyde. A charismatic boy the same age as Butters, they seemed close. Through Clyde I met a boy who spoke with a prominant lisp named Scott, handiling the animals in the stables with a small smile and flushed cheeks.

Then came the person I wanted to see the most, the King stood shorter than me. From all the stories i grew up with i expected him to be taller, he was slightly pudgy with a wicked grin crossing his features as he held his staff out next to him. He asked me to come in to his castle, like he had been expecting me. The castle was so grand mother i couldnt beleive it! There were tapastries decorating every wall about battles or legends like the stories you told me.

He offered me a position in his Kingdom right away, saying i had 'untapped potential'. Butters stood by my side for most of the breif introduction. I beleive i may have made my first friend mother. The King seems fond of me, he adresses me highly. The Princess seems to enjoy my presence too, although she does look more male than female she is beautiful none the less.

The King told me of the state of the kingdoms, Elves are killing hundreds of soldiers every day. We do little damage back to them, the kingdom of Kupa Keep needs all the men it can have. The Fairy kingdom remains nuteral ground, the King insits on Butters and I venturing out there to deliver some sort of letter to the Queen. I will send you the finest dresses and Fairy silk upon my visit.

Until next we meet. Your loyal son,

Dovakhiin.