by Benjamin Baggett

Created on: February 09, 2010   Last Updated: June 21, 2010

Clans men of the mountains, they were called, a powerful Clan of warriors were nearly wiped out three thousand years ago. In a battle with the Betrölk's a massive defeat was dealt to the Clansmen forcing them into the mountains. Deeper into the mountains the Clan climbed away from the world and the Betrölks. Before the clan was forced to retreat in the mountains. Elves had made a home in vast cities in the caverns in the heart of the mountains. Hidden away from the world creating another life only letting a select few know of its location. The clansmen sot refuge with these Elves that held a strong foot hold in the mountain wilderness. Baelyn's father was one that knew where the clans men had entered the world of the mountain elves. Being a trader of goods he was taught the location and his father past it down to him.

The sun had finally settled down behind the massive blue mountain, leaving the bloody battlefield in its shadow. A mountain with a dark thick pine forest skirted around the base. Ruined houses and old walls of destroyed keeps could be found throughout this mountain range. Most of the Mountain side was rough and thick with trees covering the path set before Baelyn. With the battle was lost from the beginning the leaders decided not to take the aid of their ally's, their fate had been set. After the battle started the leaders surrendered leaving the retreating soldiers to fend for themselves. Baelyn's command was destroyed under the first massive cavalry charge. With this loss the rebellion will fail without help, leaving the land at the mercy of the Betrölk Empire.

Baelyn struggled through the tall shrubs and low hanging tree branches trying to find the trail that led to the portal. Close behind him came the enemy shouting and hooting like the crazy men of the south. Randomly shooting spelled arrows into the side of a hill where Balyne lay in hiding. He sat quietly Hoping that the thickness of the forest would cover his features from the hired hand of the Nienabrule, a mercenary branch of dark elves. Their spell of blacken eyes gives them the ability to see like any other human not affected by the sun. Even the pale gray skin seemed to be unbothered by the suns rays.

"six," Baelyn said holding himself against the cold gray stone still hoping that the scale armor would not give him away. 'I count six and no more,' he thought to himself. 'I can take them,' calmly he reached for his sword but only felt a sheath. He quickly glanced around

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