The Tale of the Apprentice

The Tale of the Apprentice
01:03:16 Jan 25th 09 - Mr. Travis Leiondon: [[The beginning of the five stories I said I would post before I left... and here is the first.]] The Tale of the Apprentice Prolouge - The Visitor In the Grand Palace of Port Traven, a single candle was lit. From the window, an old man can be seen sitting there, writing down something on a bit of parchment. The old man was dressed in casual robes, despite the fact he was the Head Councilor of Port Traven, equivalent to being a King. He hummed as he worked, writing more and more until he was finished. He smiled briefly before shoving the parchment away, and at this point, a hand pushed the wooden door open, exposing a darkly robed man. The sand elf pulled his hood off his head and sat down in the armchair nearby. He started the conversation. "Hello, Travis," the elf said in a cheery mood. "Hiela, Regnir," Travis said in the sand elf language. "You flatter me by using my tongue, but I can speak Human like you." "Very well. I just wanted to see if I still remembered how to speak it. Now then, you must be cold, wandering in the desert at night. I have warmed coconut milk right here if you would like to have something to wet your tongue." "That sounds wonderful, I'd love a cup of that." Travis walked up and out of the room, returning a minute later, holding two cups, and handed the refreshment to Regnir. "So, now that we have settled ourselves, please, do tell why you have come," Travis stated to Regnir. "Oh, come now, surely you don't forget the day you started your training with me, pupil!" Regnir replied. And Travis didn't, for he was already having a short flashback, the day he arrived at the gates of Tarns... [[Chapter One shall come soon...]]]
20:02:43 Jan 27th 09 - Mr. Travis Leiondon: Chapter One - Upon the Gates of Tarns The day was pleasantly mild the day Travis travelled to Tarns. A nice light breeze would pass by time to time, cooling off him and his men. The road was not congested by the merchants, which was good, as he was to reach Tarns by sunset if there was even a chance of him learning from the Grand Master Regnir, who only took the best archers. Travis was the best in his home country, but the sand elves surpassed all archers with their aweinspiring skills. The Prince did not favor any other type of combat, only archery called to him. At noon, they reached the border lines of the Reveritt Republic and ventured into the lands of Clan Ulendar. The country Travis hailed from gave Clan Ulendar a massive amount of lands in exchange for loyalty and trade. It was also due to Chancellor Horsten, the father of Travis, that the sand elves joined them. He supported them in times of need and gained loyalty of most of the sand elves. Only a small group of elves, called the Rogue Wolves, hated the human country. They also hated any race than didn't descend from elven backgrounds. The journey was long and arduous, but the outcome was well worth it. Far from the time of sunset did they spot the great gates of Tarns, which Travis promptly grinned and took a swig of mead. He approached the gate sentry and gean to speak with him. "Hello, sentry of Tarns," Travis said to the elf. "I come from the Reveritt Republic to learn from the Grand Master of Archery!" The sentry just stands there, having no idea to what Travis just said. The Prince realized his mistake, and spoke in Sand Elven tongue. "Hiela, urjin let Tarns. I gaslek fri kalen Reveritt Republic kels leran fri kalen Grei Mensa jek Archery!" The sentry, now understsanding Travis, muttered two words: "Fernga mes." or in the human dialect, "Follow me." Travis nodded, and followed the Sentry, leaving his party of men to wander about the massive city and explore around a bit, and probably become drunk. As the pair, Sand Elf and Human, tranced about the city, the Prince took his time to enjoy the sights. The smell of freshly cooked desert foxes almost drew Travis away from the sentry, and towards the stand. Elven children ran about the dirt roads, playing several ridiculous games. The citadel truely was a magnificent place. Eventually, the great gates of the Master's home approached them. The Sentry left to go back to his post, and Trais walked up to the palace, ready to be trained in the ways of the bow. [[Chapter Two will come... eventually.]]
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