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PROLOGUE:

Efresil looked around, jumping at the slightest sound. He ran his hand through his dark brown hair, sweeping aside the strands that fell in front of his dark green eyes. Footsteps nearby startled him, and he ducked down, concealing his presence behind the wall of a house that had fallen down, only two walls remaining upright. He heard low voices talking, and he strained to hear, but he could decipher nothing.

Once the voices moved on, Efresil made his move. With inhuman speed, he quickly sped down the street of the city, making his way to the exit of that accursed place. With a yelp he jumped back, a soldier had appeared in front of him. He drew his twin elven swords from either side of him, and attacked.

The soldier was well trained, and fought well, parrying Efresils attacks, and attacking himself with controlled fury when he got the chance. Then he made his mistake. He lifted his sword, intending to chop it down towards Armanasks neck. But in doing so, he left his stomach and torso unguarded. Armanask took the opportunity, and the next thing he knew the soldier was lying dead at his feet, a hole through his stomach.

Efresil received no more trouble during his escape. He ran out of the gates of the city. Freedom beckoned. He drew back his hood, revealing pointed ears. He stood and waited, for there were others that had attempted to escape with him. He had gone first, then at five minute intervals so did the others, all taking a different route. Altogether fifty of them were attempting to escape. He hid himself behind a spur of rocks, and wrapped his cloak more tightly around him, pulling the hood back up. Now the wait began.

REBELLION

Efresil waited patiently for the others to appear. He knew that it could take a long time, as their departure may have been delayed, or even stopped altogether, by soldiers. He shifted slightly, making himself more comfortable. He ground was hard, already frozen, frost had appeared, coating every surface, making the ground sparkle.  The full moon shone brightly, making the area as bright as day.

Efresil tensed as a figure dropped over the wall. Efresil quickly hid himself as the figure began to walk purposefully in his direction. He drew one of his twin blades, and lay in wait.

As the figure approached Efresil glanced towards the start of the forest in the distance. behind it lay the Madefrin mountains, their refuge from evil. He glanced around as the footstpes became louder, and gripped his swords more tightly. If it was an enemy, they would wish they had never been born.

Elfy sees Deathuelf above, with his reckless attempts to escape the city, he laughs and casts an invisibility spell on himself. As he attempts to sneak out, much to his discontent, he walks into a closed gate...

Any attempts to open it would be suicide..A gate does not open oneself without reason, the guards would surely notice...a few thoughts later Elfy decided that other means of escape were most likely even more suicidal..Therefore whispers a few words and the gate flies open...

The guards let out a yelp and drop their weapons running shouting "G-G-GHOSTS!!!!" Elfy sniggers and says "Well that certainly went better than i had planned..."

He then makes leave for the sacred peaks of the mountains...Only there could he find solitude..

Must... Not... Let... Them... Catch me!
Running, running, running. That had been Eriaeus' life for the past three days, running, fighting and running a little more. Unfortunately, he hadn't always ran fast enough, or fought well enough. His shoulder was afire with agony where it had been hit by an arrow. The gash across his face was more recent, and had stemmed from a sword. That one had been more skilled than the bladesmen. Checking behind him, Eriaeus realized he'd lost them. He then cast an eye in the sky, searching the area for his pursuers.
I can't see them... Where are they? There! They've stopped at the city gates, and are going into the barracks!
He'd lost them at last!
Stopping, he looked around, scanning his surroundings, in the distance he saw another elf crouching down with two blades drawn, and someone else walking purposefully towards the aforementioned elf...

Gorris Septim walked casually out of the city, at the guard post he presented identification papers, the jumpy guards that looked like they had seen a ghost, and they didn't notice that the date on them was from four years ago, when he was a Major, Septim walked through the gates and towards the mountain without a hitch.

Wraith continued on through the city, searching for his companions. Guards were patrolling everywhere and Wraith moved carefully from shadow to shadow. As he turned a corner, he saw the city walls. Over them lead freedom but where were his friends? He decided he could not wait any longer and decided to climb over the walls so he dashed quietly towards them.

As he got close he noticed there were 2 guards there. They weren't taking their duty very carefully but he decided no to risk too much so he waited a few minutes till one of them left to relieve himself. As soon as he was out of sight, Wraith dashed, a little noisily, at the remaining guard. The guard heard and gave out a startled yelp but Wraith cast an ice spell again and the ice appeared on the guards arms and legs.

Before the guard could do anything, Wraith had stabbed him and slit his throat. However the guards companion reappeared and yelled for health. Wraith let out a quick ice spell and vaulted over the short city walls...*