Whitespell

The village of Whitespell was like any other. A simple farming village with simple inhabitants. But one day, a terrible drought consumed the village. No crops grew, and all trees and wildlife in the area withered into twigs.

The village folk was scared and desperate, as they did not know what to do. They prayed to the gods. Azra, Durim, but it was to no effect. As a last desperate attempt, the village elder sent his son, Warren, to plead for the help of Enya the witch, who lives on the bank of the river Banes.

The Elder gave his son a map, a horse, and bread to last him a week.

Warren rode for 3 days and 3 nights, before he reached the bank of the river Banes. There, he followed the directions of the map, until he arrived at Enya's Cabin.

He said to Enya "O Enya the witch, our village is suffering a drought. I have come to ask for your help. I am prepared to give any price you ask"

Enya the witch replied to Warren "I will help you and your village, but before I do, you must give me one eye as your payment"

Then Warren carved out his right eye and handed it to Enya. The witch took the eye, and cast it into the fireplace.

Suddenly, the flames turned purple, and with a thundering BOOM!, the fire returned to its golden color.

Enya said to Warren, "The drought your village faces is not natural. Something, someone is drowning out the life magic of the place. Who or what, I do not know. To save your village, you must go to Riverwood. Kill the Ruvian Boar, and take his tusks. Plant the tusks in your village, and the life force shall return. To kill the Ruvian Boar, you need enchanted silver. Great Assatur has blessed you with this sword."

Warren took the sword from the witch, and headed to Riverwood.

He rode his horse for 3 more days, heading towards the realm of the woodland elves.

On the night of the third day, Warren reached the border of Lord Celendil.
The Yriya trees of the forest glowed crystal blue in the night.

Under the light of the the forest, Warren saw a mark of the Ruvian beast. He saw it lead into deeper into the woods, and he followed.

Warren followed the marks into the forest, cutting down vines and bushes to clear his way, untill the the trail ended in a dark, cave. Vines dangled infront of the entrance, yet it is not overgrown .

Warren entered the boar's cave and smelled the intense scent of fur and dead animals. He approached the end of the cave, and there it stood ; Twice as tall as Warren, and thrice as wide, with dark brown fur covering the body like armor.

The Ruvian Boar stood, waiting for Warren.

With a primal roar, the beast charged at him.

With sweat and blood, Warren the Boar Slayer emerged from the cave with the tusks of the beast.

He rode back to the village on his horse, travelling over miles of land, with the tusks in his hands. He arrived in Whitespell, at the dawn of day. The villagers saw him, a horse and its rider coming home, and they cheered. "Boarslayer!" "Boarslayer!" "Boarslayer!" they chanted as Warren took to the village center. He planted the tusks in the ground, and waves of blue magic shot out from the tusks, engulfing the land with life energy.

Immediately, the withered trees and sunken crops restored with force, the flowers bloomed in the gardens , and the farmers' fields were restored with crops once more.