Eorran

The hollow sound of the hooves on the ground echoed as the rider sped through the Wold. Having just left Belfa, Eorran's mind raced to the beloved he left behind. His decision came with a heavy heart, to leave Belfa and join the fight -the real fight- against the enemy of his homeland.

It was a nice cool silent evening. The starry decoration of the night sky was veiled by the thick smoke coming behind the hill yonder. The grass on the slope was swaying gently to the rythm of the breeze.

Come closer stranger, let me tell you a story about bravery, gallantry, love and sacrifice....Let me tell you the story of Theonbyre and Merowyn....

There was once a young boy, he was the youngest son of a farmer. His elder brother was a soldier at the King's army. One day they received a letter from the Prince that Dageron, thats the elder brother, had sustained a heavy injury and died during a skirmish with some orc. The boy's grief was so great that he decided to serve his King in his brother's stead.