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 Fantasy  Action/Adventure Brotherhood of Chaos: Prologue

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    Brotherhood of Chaos: Prologue

    The golden rays of the rising sun crested over the eastern ridge of New Haven Valley. The border of the sunshine continued to edge forwards towards the sleepy settlements, life began to stir there. Farmers and farmhands of the outlying homesteads were beginning to start their days. The road that cuts through the valley ran from the Wall of Meldraenor up through the center of town. South of the wall was the Forest of Telym, this connected the capital city of Dun Hallow, the plains of Grilman, and the mountains of Tor. But our story begins here in New Haven Valley, where some of the residents would be waking up in the ordinary lives for the last time and the adventure of a lifetime would begin.

    Kallaryn Sunwhisper rolled over in her bed as the light of day shown brightly through her window. Her brow furrowed as the stray rays bounced through the room and landed upon her face, to which she quickly pulled the blankets over her head.

    “Kallaryn…” a woman’s voice from downstairs called out. “Kallaryn, it’s time for you to get up…”. Kallaryn could hear the thumping of the footsteps coming up the stairs. She sighed, pulling the covers slowly away from her face as she tried to slowly adjust to the light. “Kal, he’s waiting on you…Sir Rischer is already at the temple…you remember what happened last time,” the voice called once more now from behind her closed door.

    Pushing back a yawn, Kallaryn answered back, “Nothing happened, and I just woke, the suns not even close to overhead, I have a bit more time than you think…”. Offset of a resigned sigh and the thumping of boots going back downstairs Kallaryn frowned as she sat up in her bed. Now upright and awake her keen High-Elven senses began to intensify. She could hear a squeaky cart outside, the neighbor’s children playing in the loft of their barn, and the livestock in a distant field. She pushed the shade aside and peered out with her bright, vibrant blue eyes at the valley brimming with life and smiled.

    She got up and moved over to her wardrobe and opened it and pulled out her leather tunic, trousers, and work boots. Kallaryn pulled the leather tunic over her form and breathed in slightly to completely pull it over herself. After a few moments of discomfort and calming herself, she pulled up her trousers and pulled up boots on, and moved towards the door. Downstairs she could see Auralin eyeing her suspiciously as she ate from one of the plates that she had prepared. At the sight of both plates, Kallaryn felt slightly guilty for giving her mother a rough time getting up.

    “I also packed your rucksack, you should have some bread, dried meat strips, and some cheese in there…oh and your waterskin is hanging next to your cloak,” Auralin mentioned between bites. Kallaryn gave her a thankful look. “You’re welcome,” Auralin replied acknowledging the face on her daughter.

    “Your better to me than I deserve,” Kallaryn stated matter-of-factly as she moved the fork around on the plate between foods.

    “I told you when you came to live with me that I would take care of you better than you have, and that has been my goal for the last ten years. You may not look a day over 80 and you may not need someone to take care of you, but I think you do and I think you do an aging mother a kindness, allowing me to do so,” Auralin said smiling to her reaching over to take Kallaryn’s hand. Kallaryn reached out as well and held Auralin’s hand.

    “We need each other,” Kallaryn answered smiling back at her.
     
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    “Remember, you’re supposed to meet him before midday, don’t get sidetracked,” Auralin called eyeing Kallaryn suspiciously. “You’re always easily distracted…”

    “I am not…” she protested for a moment as a blur caught her attention from outside the kitchen window, “…not…easily distracted.” Auralin met Kallaryn’s gaze and gave her one of those ‘oh really’ stares.

    “Alright, run along, dear,” Auralin said, moving over to the counter near the washbasin to bring Kallaryn’s bag. Kallaryn moved to meet her before she got any farther and pulled in from her grasp and slung the strap over her to let it hang on her right side. She gave Auralin a peck on the cheek as she moved toward the door, also grabbing her short sword and scabbard. Kallaryn took a few moments to don the belt and checked the blade and smiled back to her mother one last time before heading out of the cottage.

    “I should be back before dusk,” Kallaryn called out, moving swiftly out of the doorway and into the path that ran down the middle of their yard.

    “Take care dear!” Auralin called after her, shutting the door to her home.
     
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    It had only been a few years back when Kallaryn, against her new mother’s wishes, decided to follow in the path of Sir Rischer and become a Paladin. Auralin was so upset when Kallaryn told her, with the help of Sir Rischer, of what she had decided to do. Even though as an Elf, Kallaryn had already hit her 60th year, she still listened and abided by Auralin for the most part. Her curiousness had sometimes gotten the better of her, but it wasn’t anything too drastic. A scrape or two, run-ins with local bullies, and an instance of running away from a bull, not that much could have happened.

    After the first ten years of study with Sir Rischer, her curiousness began to ease, and following the last ten, she had grown a bit more patient and reserved. Day by day she continued to grow and analyze and focus on herself and how she interacted with the world around her. Studied and understood the power that she was able to harness through divine magics. Living in the Valley of New Haven it had sheltered them from the war that was brewing between Dun Hallow and Varenza, the city across the sea. Even though that battle had been raging for the better part of four years, not much of it affected the valley. But that’s not to say that the valley was free of its own terrors and woes.

    To the north of the farmsteads, where the two sides of the valley’s walls meet, resides a cavern. This cavern, at one time, provided the metals needed for the blacksmiths in town to continue their process of manufacturing, but with the onslaught of the goblin force, it had become overrun and abandoned by the town. The goblins were too much for just the town since most were farmers, Dun Hallow never sent any armies into the valley since there truly wasn’t an imperative need for it, nor did the valley really contribute to the capital's needs. Locals at the tavern in town would talk about how the goblins came in and killed most of the miners, and if they were ten or twenty years younger, they’d head back into the mines, kill all the goblins and take back the mine. However, those drinks gave false courage and the next morning, the farmers and farmhands went back to the crops, fields, and livestock. Kallaryn had asked Sir Rischer one day, why don’t they take the mines back, but Sir Rischer deflected and avoided the question. Kallaryn was old enough and insightful enough to realize this, but she never pressed on the issue and let that feeling subside.

    As she continued down the lane and took a left at the fork, the single and double level building of New Haven proper came into view. The stone twin towers of the monastery also appeared as the sun cascaded over the ridge, giving its proper honor. I hope we move towards something a bit more impactful today, Kallaryn thought as she moved past the last two farmhouses, now bearing down on the city outskirts. It's not that Kallaryn had been bored with her everyday routine of watching and cleaning up after monks and clergy at the monastery…ok, maybe she was. But this had been her normal routine for the last few years and she had hoped that it would finally be time, to move past the wall of Meldraenor and finally get a chance to get into Dun Hallow and see the sights and hear the sounds of the capital.
     
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    Stepping into the city square the slowly emerging townsfolk began their day. Farmers were bringing in some of their produce to barter for other goods or services. Traders from out of town that came from beyond the wall came for that produce and paid a decent trade price for it. Kallaryn could see the owner of the local tavern, the Gilded Hearth, he was a stout, aged dwarf that spoke to his guests with a gruff, low tone.

    He eyed Kallaryn as she passed, “Oi, lass, ‘ow’s tha’ mother o’ yours doin’ these days?” Kallaryn moved closer to the porch of the tavern trying to stay out of the dust pile we as sweeping away.

    “She’s well Mr. Goldbreaker…” she began before he interrupted her.

    “Lass, m’names Braliggs, you’re ol’ enough to call me by that,” he gave her a toothy smile as he brushed the dirt and dust away from the porch to allow Kallaryn onto it.

    “Of course, Mr. Braliggs,” she replied giving him a kind and polite smile.

    “Yer on yer way to the monastery?” he asked moving to sit on a bench in front of one of the windows. She nodded, “Well, good luck to ye,” he said laying his broom next to the bench leaning up against the wall. Kallaryn once again gave him a warm smile and continue past, stepping off the tavern’s porch. After the tavern and the inn, the general goods commissary was the only actual storefront left before the monastery. As she moved past the commissary she could see inside the windows, one of the attendants was moving stock from a storeroom to the shelves and the other was assisting one of the farmers from the other side of town.
     
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    The large stone building stood above the others in town, the monastery was certainly the largest building, probably the oldest too. She wasn’t around at that point, but stories she had overheard was that it had been standing for the better part of five hundred years. The weather over the centuries had chipped and pitted the stone and every twenty years or so, maintenance would be completed on its stonework, large faded patches of mortar were visible. The varying degrees of color could give one the impression of how long or how many repairs it had gone through.

    A man in chainmail armor had a tabard with a golden sun, stood at the gates of the monastery. He would nod to passersby as they traveled past the gate. His name was Martin, he had a kind heart and was just soul. She had seen on many occasions, helping those less fortunate, working in the kitchen or on the line, feeding those less fortunate. He had even worked in fields of the local farmers when their farmhands had fallen ill or passed due to incursions of the kobolds.

    “Morning m’lady,” Martin called to her as she came in his view.

    “Morning Martin,” she replied moving closer to him.

    “More training today? Sir Rischer is in the courtyard, he arrived not more than twenty minutes ago.” He smiled when she did. He was only twenty-five, but he was tall, charismatic, good-looking, Kallaryn thought about a few other details before she pushed all of that out of her mind. The paladins’ oath was what kept them from becoming more involved. She smiled once more as he moved to open one of the front gates to allow her access inside the walls.
     
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    As Kallaryn moved through the gate she smiled at Martin as she passed, behind the gate was a long stone chamber that had two old wooden doors to her left and right. Further down the light of day lit the hallway, she could see a small garden and a few trees from the corridor itself. Passing the doors, she bowed her head shallowly to a priest clad in a robe as he passed her, then she proceeded to the courtyard. The courtyard was large enough to hold a garden and a small grove of trees, between these a group of priests talked amongst themselves, Kallaryn could barely make out what they were talking about, but as it had nothing to do with her, she just ignored it. Past the monks in a small clearing in the corner was a tall man with white hair, that glowed a bit due to the gold-plated armor he wore. A large bastard sword was fixed to his back over his cloak, his breastplate had a sun emblazoned on it. She moved quickly to close the gap between him and herself.

    “Good morning Kallaryn,” Sir Rischer had called as she approached him.

    “Good morning Sir Rischer,” she replied moving in front of him.

    “Are you ready? Today will be a big day for you, we’ll be heading near the mines…” he began glancing at her to see her reaction. When he saw that she had a look of determination on her face, he continued. “We’re going to take a brief look inside the mine and dispatch what creatures may be there.”

    “Alright, I’m ready,” she nodded back to him hanging onto his every word.

    “However, we need to get you prepared and get you some actual armor and a decent blade.” He began to move back towards the corridor and made a motion for her to follow him. “After you get outfitted, meet me outside, I’ll have horses waiting so we can get there quickly.” She nodded once again to him as he led her to the right-side door in the corridor.

    Opening the door, Sir Rischer motioned for Kallaryn to enter first then as she did, he followed behind her, shutting the door. The room that they had stepped into almost looked to Kallaryn like a general store, she had been in here a few times before when given simple fetching tasks. She had picked up many items from this storeroom, but at the back of it was an iron door that she had never been to. At this point, she surmised that it would be the armory since to this point it seemed like this monastery didn’t have one. As they weaved back and forth between tables moving past priests with requisition papers to get to the door at the back of the room. Sir Rischer, once he reached the door, rapped on it three times, almost rhythmically. He glanced at her and smiled then looked back towards the door, after a few short moments the door opened up and they were met by a stout man in a breastplate, he and Sir Rischer exchanged a few words, Sir Rischer motioned towards Kallaryn and the stout man nodded in agreement and stood aside for them to enter.

    Inside the armory, Kallaryn looked at each wall, armor pieces clung to them, except for the last which had all sorts of blunt and bladed weapons handing from it. She paused and glanced at each one while the stout man and Sir Rischer went back and forth about the items Sir Rischer was looking to get for Kallaryn.
     
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    After what seemed like hours to Kallaryn, Sir Rischer and the stout man reappeared from the depths of the armory. Behind them were two assistants who carried a few extra pieces that Sir Rischer had added to their requisition. The stout man turned to one of his assistants, “Call a priestess to assist Sir Rischer’s steward don her armor.” With that, the young man left the door that both she and Sir Rischer had entered through and disappeared. The stout man began to scribble on a piece of parchment with a quill and after a few moments, he handed it to Sir Rischer to be inspected. He nodded and requested the quill so he could initial the parchment then he had turned to Kallaryn.

    “Once the priestess arrives, you’ll need to get fitted for this scale armor,” he mentioned to her patted the armor that gave an audible response each time he touched it. “This longsword is yours as well, and the quartermasters’ assistant will pack our travel bag with the other necessary supplies I’ve signed for, which he’ll load onto our horses.

    Moments later, the quartermasters’ assistant returned with a priestess closely behind him. He picked up the scale armor from the counter and led Kallaryn and the priestess back out of this room and across to the other door in the previous hallway. He moved inside the room placing the armor on a table before bowing and leaving both her and the priestess to their task. After unbuckling all the straps and after removing her leather tunic

    Kallaryn moved back and forth to see just how much mobility she had in this new armor. She could feel the scales ripple as she moved her arms and as she leaned back and forth. It took a bit of time to adjust to the weight of the new armor in comparison to what she had before this. But with the added heft came added protection and at that point, she felt that it was worth it.
    Kallaryn grabbed the leather belt and sheath of her new blade, she fastened her short sword’s scabbard to it on the opposite end and fastened the buckle, and tucked the extra leather around to secure the belt. She moved back to the table and lifted the heft of the new blade. The torchlight, reflected by the swords polish danced around the room, she held it in front of her to peer down the edge. She looked at one side than the other, inspecting the runes chiseled into it. After a few moments, realizing that the priestess was watching her, waiting for her to finish so she could go back to her duties, Kallaryn slid the long sword back into its sheath and nodded to the priestess. The priestess bowed slowly and moved towards the door, so she could open it to allow Kallaryn to leave, once she did, the priestess closed the door and moved down the hallway to the courtyard, turned the corner, and left Kallaryn’s sight.
     

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