Yevoc Cryoblood's Story

Yevoc walked the halls of the castle. This was where he was raised, though he could hardly call it home. He was the youngest of ten children, it seemed his father couldn’t even kiss his mother without getting her pregnant. As the youngest a majority of his upbringing came from his brothers, as a member of the Snow Elf royal family the remainder of it came from the servants and other staff around the castle. His father was rarely able to give his sons the attention they deserved and it was true that he did pay more attention to his favorites, but Yevoc knew that his father still loved him.

Yevoc finally came to the royal blacksmith’s work quarters. He had received word that his specialty order had finally been finished. He had a reserve of ice sapphire, and the royal blacksmith was the best for miles around. The sapphire was forged into a pair of twin short swords. The ice sapphires were often used by the Snow Elves as a means of magnifying and intensifying their elemental ice magic. Yevoc, however, was the first to come up with the idea of forging them into weapons. These were the only ice sapphire weapons in existence. He took the blades and could instantly feel his ice powers being drawn through the hilts into blades. He sheathed them and strapped the sheaths to his back so he could draw them easily.

“Thank you, Damel.” He said as he bowed in appreciation. “These are the finest blades you’ve ever forged for me. It couldn’t have been easy working with sapphire instead of metal.”

“You’re right, your Highness, the ice sapphire is not an easy stone to hone, but laser cutting and sub-zero plasma quenching make the job easier. They also made those blades harder and sharper than diamond, they should never need sharpening.”

“You’re truly a master of your trade, I will cherish these.” He replied as he took the exit that lead out into the castle courtyard. He didn’t want to make a big fuss about leaving so he only told a few people.

He went to the stables and got on his horse, a jet black steed named Shade Runner. “Okay, kid, let’s get going.” He said as he gave him a pat on the neck. The steed took off to the south west in the direction of Fogsmarsh. Yevoc had heard rumors that an old friend of his had found an interesting artifact in the Bloodroot Jungle, some sort of ancient keystone that held a lot of power. If the keystone was what he thought it was, it was very powerful indeed. But he would hold off his assumptions until he reached Fogsmarsh and saw the stone for himself.

Yevoc made his way through the dark an gloomy city. The street lights glowed an eerie green. The horse was traveling slower with the thick fog in the air and off in the distance was the faint glow of a tavern. Yevoc knew it that his horse needed rest so he went inside to get a little break from the cold and humid air outside.

Yevoc sat down at the bar and ordered a blackberry brandy and a slice of warm apple pie.

Yevoc made his way to the space port at the bustling city. He needed to get off world as he realized that Halitrax had been seen leaving the planet. He took his ship that he had docked there and fired it up before leaving the planet.