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As the child moved to intercept the group, Arwyl tried to call upon his magic. He could pull a crack into the fabric of things and draw a blade of spirit glass from the aether. His magic formed nothing. He couldn't feel the structure of things. The aether that formed the bedrock of reality. It...

He didn't want to move. After battling in complete futility against the currents, he felt as if his muscles had nothing left to give. His eyes turned towards the girl. How could there be people down here. Goblins and dwarves, he was told, could live in the deepest cracks in the earth where the...

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Arwyl knew they were marked now. The Thirteen had descended from the air and the enemy knew they had a skirmish line in the area. What they did not know was that Arwyl had other, smaller parties working stealthily to find the enemy's true strength. Even if the enemy knew that they were here...

They must have seen his group, Arwyl thought to himself, but the creatures did not seem to be organised on high alert. He had eyes on one small group, Elana on another. Up close they were more human or orcish than elvish. Broad across the shoulder, sharp teeth rather than ears. It made him...

"Can you even tell what they are?" Arwyl asked. The skirmish line had extended into a scouting network that aimed to pull the army through the most accessible route. There were elves that new the lay of the land, and Arwyl had his people join in to bulk out the forces. They had just...

Arwyl had come to learn a little of their culture on the journey. When the twisted trees and thorns were not so dense that everyone fought their own personal battle for progress, they had talked. What Arwyl had found out was that there was far more left to learn than he had discovered. It...

The Thirteen Arwyl was relatively certain that their tall, silver-haired leader was part celestial being. He glanced back over his shoulder. Leaving behind those from his ranks that were not elves had stripped out some experience. Caulden, the old disgraced human knight was actually one of the...

"I am Prince Arwyl Minras of Keirvarn," he replied. "And we are glad to be here." Under Kaius guidance he had liberated human slaves as well as his own former people. He was sensible enough not to bring a crowd of human pit fighters and orcs to an elven ruin. Still, his group looked more...

Arwyl had once been Prince Arwyl of Keirvarn. Another lost elven city in recent history of losses. Sometimes those closest to him still used that title. He tensed not to. Arwyl had spent years off of the path laid out for him by his mother. With a band of vicious survivors, pit fighters and...

Arwyl was surprised when she led, rather than followed. It was that streak of arrogance that always had him believing that the weight was upon his shoulders and it was his decisions that made or broke his people. Leaning on others had been harder than simply failing for many years. Arwyl sat on...

Arwyl tilted his head from side to side. There was no point in reaching for anything other than honesty, he decided. "It's just...I felt very proud of myself for changing my life. Went from lashing out at the humans to trying to rebuild. When you ask about our culture I realise that the...

"We have...music," Arwyl said, not sounding entirely convinced. "We have as good as you can get when you get a group of mercenaries and former slaves around a fire in the evening." Arwyl slowed his pace. It was something he had rarely considered. They had been desperate just to get some...

"What can I say about us as a culture..." he thought out loud. He was a coward and still quite an immature one. Faced with the much more personal issue of Tessa being abandoned by her parents, he would always choose an easy out. Describing his own people was that out here. "Well...we're not...