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Vala Nonda, The Morning Star

Vala lay quietly asleep in a lesser traveled area of Liridale, a small and humble Elvan home a top a mountain. This is where Vala made his home. He had a dream of the boy, the one that came to this realm long ago. A great conflict was brewing one that he was destined to participate in. Vala woke up from his dream and took a deep breath. His body glowed warmly with a golden light. He rose from his bed and walked to the window. “I’m positive Liridale’s self-proclaimed leader will have a large role to play in this upcoming time of confusion.” Vala said quietly to himself. Vala thought of Lolindir, he was sure that Lolindir had a reading from the stars about the impending conflict and wondered what his lover predicted.

Vala walked outside of his small Elvan home that overlooked most of Liridale and spread his wings wide. With a big flap of his majestic wings Vala was launched into the sky. As he flew over Liridale a bright and warm light surrounded him. He was easily noticeable in the dark skies of Liridale. He could feel the presence of someone foreign to Liridale, it was unmistakable. Vala was curious but decided to remain focused on the task at hand. Vala was more concerned about Lolindir. Who knew what challenges and dangers the upcoming events would bring for his love as well as for himself.

Lolindir Fefalas

Lolindir left his tower after a long night of star reading. He decided to travel to the great library. He was looking for a road map as he would most likely begin to investigate a few of the things he foresaw in his star readings. He walked the streets of Denmarr, passing by it’s many magical human citizens. He was a minority amongst them, an elf. He had gain quite a reputation as a powerful and wise mage and earned a place in Denmarr. However it was not without great adversity.

Lolindir reached the library and was allowed entrance to the great building. The many halls and rooms filled with towering shelves of books were frequented by mages of all walks of life. Lolindir made his way into a room filled with atlases and maps of places all over the world. He asked the Atlas Keeper to help him find what he was looking for and the old man scurried off down the aisles to find the maps Lolindir needed. Lolindir smiled at the Atlas Keepers excitement. This room of maps was his pride and joy. Moments later the old man scurried back toward Lolindir pulling a small cart carrying maps behind him. “Here you are master elf, maps of Morinae, Arvale and the roads between them. Oh yes, and a map of Liridale. Although I haven’t the slightest idea why a respectable mage such as yourself would want to go to Liridale! Please master elf, please tell me you’re simply studying the world’s geography and not taking a trip to that dark place.” The gentle old man asked.

Lolindir chuckled a little, “Well I may or may not actually go. Let’s hope that I only need to refresh my geographic knowledge. Thank you my friend. I shall come back later to pick up copies of these.” Lolindir shook the man’s hand who was much shorter than Lolindir.

“Right then I shall have the scribes work on those copies right away then.” The old man then called for his apprentice who was a young lad of 15 years. “Author have these copied immediately. And remember to be neat and precise! We shan’t have master elf getting lost now.” The Atlas Keeper turned toward Lolindir once more toward Lolindir. “Now master elf if you would be so kind as to do me a favor. If you would so happen to travel the lands depicted in these maps and run across something that has changed, would you please note the change and inform me later? I would be most grateful.”

Lolindir’s smile only got bigger. He was much used to being called master elf by the people of Denmarr. He didn’t find it disrespectful when it came from those that might not know his name but know of him. However had it come from someone that should very well address him by name, Lolindir would indeed have taken offense. “I would most certainly keep you informed sir.”Lolindir replied.

“Oh thank you very much!! I shall be sure to have something special for your trouble! Now your Atlases will be ready by the twentieth hour. Please come to pick them up after then.” The Atlas Keeper replied in excitement.

After Lolindir left the Atlas Room he saw the Sorceress of Denmarr in another room filled with spell books casting spells. He wasn’t sure whether or not he should approach her. She was seemingly deep in concentration. Lolindir paused for a moment and decided that he should simply go his own way. He walked down the halls of the building pondering on the vision the stars had bestowed upon him.