Journey of Eldigan

Journey of Eldigan

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Genre: Fantasy

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Fantasy

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Vyllakia, a land of mages, and also of political infighting. The weakest of the Kilv continents, Vyllakia sensed an invasion from the land of the Elementals, Optio, but can't put aside their differences in order to pus back the oncoming threat.

Eldigan, a Sol Elf Mercenary, goes on many jobs, fighting many bandits, guarding caravans, and eventually perhaps being greater than that. The adventure of the Hero of Vyllakia beings here.
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Summary

Vyllakia, a land of mages, and also of political infighting. The weakest of the Kilv continents, Vyllakia sensed an invasion from the land of the Elementals, Optio, but can't put aside their differences in order to pus back the oncoming threat.

Eldigan, a Sol Elf Mercenary, goes on many jobs, fighting many bandits, guarding caravans, and eventually perhaps being greater than that. The adventure of the Hero of Vyllakia beings here.

Chapter1 (v.1) - A New Job

Author Chapter Note

Eldigan awakens from his bed and goes on his next job as a Mercenary

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 26, 2017

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The sun spread its light over the land as Eldigan awoke. His elven ears twitched as he roused himself from his bed. There was calm music playing as he got back into his armour, to begin another day of work.

Eldigan was a Mercenary, a sword for hire. He was a muscular and strong Elf, unlike many of his kind. His skin bleached gold to brand his kind. The Sol Elves, who were masters of magic.

His armour was black, with golden trimmings, markings, and accents. It all created an ornate but incredibly durable piece of protection. He looked to a drawer and found his blade of choice on top of the drawer. His greatsword. It was crafted just like his armour, and its blade glinted with strength and malice. He took his blade and headed downstairs, and found himself next to a fire pit. Eldigan was within a tavern, known as the Drunken Axeman. It was a tavern that got its name from the original opener of the tavern, Surendra Kalcliff. It was a time when Surendra got a bit drunk one night and decided to do woodcutting, which didn't exactly end well. Eldigan thought the tale was hogwash, however, and left it simply as that. He went over to the bar and talked to the barmaid. "Ah, hello. What is it you need?" She asked, taking her attention away from an unclean cup.


"Ah, yes, I'm looking for work. Do you have any bounties the guardsman may have left?" Eldigan replied.
"I see. Yes, they did. Here's a letter on it, you'll have to go see the steward of the city for the reward, however" She said, putting her focus back on the cup.


"Alright then, I'll be headed on out, then. Farewell" Eldigan finished, walking out of the tavern.
The outer area was a square of shops. From an alchemist shop to a General Store, you could buy just about anything in this area.


Eldigan was within the city of Tortra, the city of one of the Nine Kings, Uldritch Torvaal. Out of the Nine Kingdoms, Tortra was the closest to the Vyllakian Coast, and as such, had most of its income come from fish and other coastal resources. It was a hub of trade, as well, making it a bustling city of merchants. Eldigan cared not for these facts and saw them as only an opportunity to make money. "Well, I have that bounty, let's find those bandits, then," He thought to himself. Apparently. the bandits he was to slay were in an abandoned fort to the south of the city. The guard was spread thin because of the war going on, which meant that the bandit cleaning out was left to mercenaries and any wandering adventurers. Still, he knew heading out and fighting them head on was a bad idea. Eldigan walked along the path toward the gates, and his Sol Elf brethren opened the gates for him, and he headed out of the gate, going off to clear out the bandits and murder their leader.


The Vyllakian grass was golden and great as he wandered down the path. The soil of Vyllakia was infertile and difficult to grow crops in, at least, in most areas. This is why Tortra was so valuable to the Vyllakian continent, it was a stable food source. Eldigan looked to the reward. 200 Golden Scimitars, the currency of Vyllakia. In comparison to Vyllakia's greater powers of the world, Dorrkah and Azedal, Vyllakia was probably the weakest. It had a monopoly on magic, but it's general fighting force and the economy was the weakest.

Eldigan continued to saunter down the path and reached the stables and the outer town. The buildings were wooden and built in a way that stacking up materials could make a decent fortification. He simply walked on by, ignoring the squabbles and infighting that was around him, reaching the outskirts in a matter of minutes. He then looked on, looking towards the path that led to the bandit fort.

 

 


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