the neveria conquest (jelojohn and Fhallon storm)

[terragate]

terin walked the streets of the old town, the walls surrounding it were there for a good reason, they kept all the beasties and demons out, the things of the which of like ember killed, turning the corner he smiled at a elven bar owner who had given him shelter many times, she was a nice girl she just had a frequent obsessity to shock you or bite you.
He sighed knowing he would have to leave this town soon, the sorrow and grief came upon him as he pushed back his raven black surfers hair that always seemed to get into his eyes. He stiffled down said memorys that bore into his mind making his cocentration waver, walking again terin walked toward the blacksmith with a steady pace.

As he met the smith he held out his blade “ I need it sharpened” he asked sharply dropping a bag of twenty crowns in front of the man, the man hesitated but then gave in to greed and snatched the bag grinning at terin. Sighing he sat on a bench beside the smith and surveyed the scene making sure to take all the beaty of it in before he left.

 

[Fhallon Storm]

Phoenix surveyed the area.Her bright emerald eyes the mixture of terra cotta clay and moss swirling with unspoken emotion ."It's time I get away from here "she whispers softly to her self,walking down a few steps as she turned the Corner of the old town .The wall a current reminder of what was outside of Those walls.Phoenix continued to stroll pass the older buildings.Her bow and arrow shinning bright in the moonlight against her back.

"That reminds me ,I need more arrows"She said out loud more to herself then anyone.Quickly turning past the old bar to find the blacksmiths weapon shop "Hopefully he has some in stock "She whisper softly .Her eyes gleaming as the smell of smoke and the sounds of a hammer hitting steel coming closer.She finally makes its seeing a costumer before her with dark raven colored hair ,watching the sky with large eyes.

After a few minutes of waiting The steam from the smoke had caused her curls to become tighter and too run down her back."Hmph"she says softly trying to get the blacksmiths attention.Finally as he looks up to a sigh."Do you happen to have an Silver tipped Arrows left or Onyx tipped"she asked in a gentle voice a soft accent can be heard somewhat.