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Avros moved with purpose, not glancing back as Fae made her intentions of stopping known. "It's not broken." At least it better not be. A spellsword was perhaps the most important thing that any Aveli could own. There were dozens of different kinds, hundreds even. Everything from small pocket...

"I wouldn't dream of it." Avros said, trying to project some level of confidence before he lead them into the dragons den. There was really no telling what lay within the Aldwood. If they were lucky, they would never have to find out in the first place. A handful of tales existed where someone...

Well, he hadn't exactly expected any other reaction. The Altwood was feared for a good reason. Even when his parents had ruled, the people had been exceptionally respectful of the forest. Many villagers along its borders had held yearly festivals in honor of the trees, all said to keep the...

There was something intensely relieving about once again stepping out into fresh air. His nose had gotten used to the stench, or so he had thought, but it was only when they stepped outside that Avros was reminded just how truly bad the sewers were. He shook his head, and then said a quick...

A smile pulled at the Prince's lips, feeling as though he had succeeded at something. Perhaps not all hope was lost afterward. "We go inland." Avros said as he lead the way. There weren't many 'safe' places for him. Most of the countryside would be teeming with soldiers, not to mention the...

Avros smiled. "Neither was I, once." The people of his nation had grown up with the casual use of runes. Some of them had been for war, but most had been for things as simple as washing a pot. When the Devourer had come, things had changed swiftly. He could still remember old ceremonies turning...

It was true. The marks of her people gave her away almost as much as anything he had done. She might have survived for a time, but there would always be trouble. For whatever reason the Usurper despised her kind more than any other, and that raw hatred would eventually bleed into the land...

Her words stabbed into his chest like a dagger through the heart. A pain of guilt flickering through his chest that had been with him all along. When the Usurper had struck, he had come for her people first. Then the other two kingdoms, then the nation of Avelin at last. He could still remember...

Avros visibly shrunk, his lips pressing to a thin line, his fingers tightening into white knuckled fists and a dryness passing through his throat. "No." The Prince said softly. "No, I hadn't seen that." He hadn't known it at all in fact. Everyone knew what he had done. Knew the genocide of her...

For a moment he stood there, as if rooted in place. Her words a dagger than had been stabbed directly into his chest...and yet had missed his heart. "I've been told that before." Avros whispered to himself, a hand slowly coming up, fingers slipping gently against the collar of his shirt...

Avros stopped. The sound of his boot falling on the cobble seemed to almost echo down the hall. It's call ringing in his ear even as he stood there, his heart beating in his chest. It was a question he had heard a dozen times before. One proffered by friends and enemies alike. He could have...

Light spilled through the darkness within the sewers, allowing them to few their fetid surroundings. Avros' gaze almost immediately flickering to it's source. His lips pressing to a thin line as he saw what Fae was holding. He recognized that candle. Rather, he recognized those like it. It...

Avros nodded almost immediately in answer. He did not like the idea of crawling through the sewers any more than she did, but it was as far as he could tell the only way they would be getting out of there. ”Gates will be shut.” He explained, looking down into the dark. ”The walls will be...

"No." The answer came so quick on the heels of her words it almost seemed that Avros had read her mind. "I can't do that." He continued as he slowly backed away from her, his hands no less bloody than hers. A quick moment passed as he stood there, eyes flickering up and down her form before he...

Avros heard the whistle's call. Once upon of time the shrill whine would have been a welcome reprieve. He remembered when it had been his father's guards who had used it's call. He remembered when it had summoned men with honor who sought only to protect. Now it was something else entirely...