Adventures Of Natur: The Greyhorn

Prologue

 Silver Forge, Gundar Hills, Teraen

"The Master Sword, Greyhorn?" asked the head blacksmith of Gundar Hills. There was a certain degree of shock in his voice and one could identify his disbelief in the matter.

"Yes, I've heard it was forged here, by a young dwarf named Figgs, during the Iron Conquest." said the cloaked individual. He had a unique manly voice and the cloak he was wearing covered him from head to toe, making him look a little suspicious. He also carried a sword on his waist, which was nothing out of the ordinary these days.

"I am afraid that it is a myth son. Many have tried and failed and have even lost their lives trying to find it. I have to advise you to stop looking for it." 

"Well, tell me about this young dwarf then, or are you telling me he is a myth too?" the stranger asked. The Blacksmith was a dwarf as was almost everyone in Teraen which had been an armoury for the Dwarven Empire during the Iron Conquest.

"Do you really want to go down that path. It could end up killing you if you aren't too careful,"

The stranger drew his sword from its sheath with practised ease and held it up for the Blacksmith to see. The hilt was black and red stripes embroidered its tip. The Blacksmith knew it was something else without even having to look at the golden lotus engraved into the metal which was unlike any he had seen in a very long time

Shocked, the Blacksmith walked into one of the back rooms. It looked like he was searching for something owing to the sound the opening of desks and the rustling of metals made.

One of the apprentices, Lee got curious and asked what was happening.

"That's not just a normal man. He's part of the Order of the Lotus. We have to find the Post Scriptum,"

It took a while for the Blacksmith and his apprentices to find the scrolls he was looking for. When he returned, the Stranger was accompanied by two other similarly suspicious characters.

"This scroll might help. It was given to me by my father but am willing to give it to you. I just don't want any trouble, you understand?" the Blacksmith stated after he handed over the scroll to the Stranger

"I got the information I was looking for, why would I cause you problems, you have been nothing but helpful," the stranger asked as he pulled back his cloak to reveal his face. He had blonde hair pulled into a ponytail with liquid gold eyes and seemed close to 6 feet.

"Prince Edgar. How's this possible. Your kingdom was pillaged by the Order, they put your father's head on a spike. We didn't think anyone had survived," The Blacksmith whispered. There had been many rumours regarding the Prince. Some said he had escaped, while others said he had actually helped the Order kill his family. It seemed the latter was true after all. The Blacksmith just hoped that he could survive the encounter.

"I was the one who initiated the attack. I have always been loyal to the Order, even if it meant murdering my family and betraying my kingdom," Edgar replied, a lazy smirk crossed his face as he drew his sword and saw the confused and slightly alarmed look on the Blacksmith's face.

"You said you wouldn't be causing me any trou-", the Blacksmith was cut off just when the Prince stabbed him in the chest. His followers caught and killed the apprentice.

"Yes, it was hardly any trouble at all. Thank you for your cooperation. The Order will finally be able to retrieve the Master Sword," the Prince thought to himself as he opened the scroll and looked through it as he and his companions walked out of the forge completely unaware that someone had actually seen their deeds.

The Master Sword, Greyhorn was a Legendary weapon said to have been wielded by the Berserker Knight of Ergas and was forged by a young dwarf in Teraen during the Iron Conquest.

About 100 years ago, the Humans and Elves had gotten into quite a dispute and this led to the great war, the Iron Conquest. Since the Dwarves traded most of their goods and weapons with the Humans, it made sense for them to side with the Humans. The Orcs remained neutral throughout the war. Despite this, they still got caught in the crossfire which was unimaginable with a war of this magnitude. 

Most would think that the Elves were outnumbered, lacking the strength and support. But only the people of Natur knew how fearsome the Elves were, they didn't need any help, though it would have lessened the blow a little if they had allies. In the end, the victory went for Humans. and the remaining elves were exiled to the Sacred Woods, the land of their ancestors and there they joined with the Night Elves. After the war was over, famine and poverty were rife within the Dwarven Empire. 

The Dwarves had hoped that the Humans would stand with them but that wasn't so as the Human King, Aurelius was killed. The Dwarf King, Trebes was helpless to stop the fall of his Empire. It took many years, but the Dwarves finally recovered, even if it was by a little. Most of the items used in the war had been lost or had been hidden away in the hopes of stopping another war and only King Aurelius knew what had happened to the Master Sword, Greyhorn.