- Joined
- Aug 5, 2010
When the barrier went weak and collapsed, Perlento knew he had a race on his hands. The elven kingdom was a constant mystery and tease to them, as the barrier has been up for several centuries at least. There were some elves on their side when it happened, but for whatever reason they claim they have no idea why or what caused it. Now the language and knowledge of their relm is found only in books and personal interviews of older elves. And the mystery surrounding the barrier and time itself put all of that into question.
Yesterday the barrier seemed to be weakening. So that night Perlento gathered what things he could. Sword, shield, trail rations, backpack, rope, map making materials, writing material, sleeping roll, leather armor... all check. He made a call for an elvish partner, but those who know (or use to know) of the place were much older and they had their own, more elaborate plans. The younger elves wouldn't be much more useful than humans. He woke up early in the morning after a restless night to find it about to finally disappear. Despite his desire for sleep, he push forward, and waited for it. He was one of the first as far as he knows. He charged forward, not knowing what to expect.
Yesterday the barrier seemed to be weakening. So that night Perlento gathered what things he could. Sword, shield, trail rations, backpack, rope, map making materials, writing material, sleeping roll, leather armor... all check. He made a call for an elvish partner, but those who know (or use to know) of the place were much older and they had their own, more elaborate plans. The younger elves wouldn't be much more useful than humans. He woke up early in the morning after a restless night to find it about to finally disappear. Despite his desire for sleep, he push forward, and waited for it. He was one of the first as far as he knows. He charged forward, not knowing what to expect.