To the Mods:
This is the full story of my contest entry, but this one wont be counted for the contest since it is 6,000 words long. But I wanted to share anyways
Please refrain from posting until it's all posted
Dance of Light and Shadows: The paladin and the elf
by: J.n.v (me)
Act 1 of 3
A humanoid shadow edged along the red-tiled rooftop of a marbled-made tavern inside the moonlit kingdom of Savannah. There it stood still, hidden
behind the leaves of a tall Manchurian tree, and observed the nearby guards while they drank their share of Dwarven-Brewed Ale. The light of the moon
revealed a masked rogue, wearing dual blades on its back and a tight, black-leathered outfit.
With a firm grip unto the swords diamond-braided handle, the stranger surveyed the city in all its glory; searching for signs of incoming
The kingdom was large, dimly lit by various lampposts and sumptuously decorated with the statues of fallen heroes. Near the palace’s arched
entrance, stood the courtyard, displaying a large fountain with two golden dolphins interrelated to each other in the shape of a heart. The previous
king, was well-known for using stone monuments to display the kingdoms history, and only contracted the finest sculptors and architects when the city
was first built.
A chill wind carried with it the scent of drunken breath, and the strangers face twisted into a sneer of disgust; drawing his attention back
towards the chain mail armored men. He then silently unsheathed his blades and prepared for decent, only to halt as Knight-Captain Jonathan Scrier
turned the corner.
“Attention!” he yelled, as the men stumbled to their feet and greeted him with respect. The young, bold captain paced himself towards the
guardsmen dressed in silver plated armor that covered his neck down to his feet, and a short sword on his back.
“At ease gentlemen.” he said in a lowered voice.
The guardsmen abandoned their salute. “Our apologies captain,” said the taller of the two,” we were just on our way to the lookout.”
Jonathan’s eyes moderated the situation. “That’s fine,” he said, “Just be on guard. The Eldorei have declared war on us and on top of that,
there have been sightings of Kalycot in the villages of the north.”
The guardsmen eyes widened at the sound of the name.”Ka…kalycot?” said the shorter of the guardsmen and continued, “The black dragon? “
Jonathan glanced at the tavern and back at the guardsmen. “Precisely.” he said as he walked past them, “Finish drinking your ale and head to
your posts after you’re done, and make sure the marshal does not catch you as I have.”
Both guardsmen saluted in acknowledgement. “Yes sir!” They exclaimed as Jonathan made his way into the tavern, disappearing from the rogues
Inside the local, the smell of roasted hog’s meat prompted a familiar grumble inside Jonathan’s gut. He had been busy with his tasks during the
day, that the thought of a hot meal had escaped him. Ignoring his desire to comfort the hunger, however, he scanned through the crowd of drunken
nobles until he spotted a pair of isolated dwarves sitting at a rounded, wooden table near a fireplace.
With a smile, he made his way through the heated crowd as sweat drizzled down his face, while he struggled for fresh air. Finally, as he reached the
dwarves, Jonathan released a sigh of relief and observed the dozens of empty mugs, and a pair of broad swords laid flat on the table.
Jonathan cleared his throat as his shadow hovered over the pair. “Well, well, well; Hidte Bravehand and Karror Boltbreaker,” he said and continued
with a smile, “I see you two haven’t changed one bit.”
The dwarfs turned simultaneously and looked upon him with surprise.
“Oi, if it ain’t Jonathan! Come! Join us lad!” said Hidte, who wore a long red-braided beard that hurled around his neck and over his shoulders.
“My apologies brothers; I am not here for long.” said Jonathan.
Karror took notice of Jonathan’s white-colored tabard, which embedded the image of a sword in between two wings. “I see you became a grand master
in the paladin order.” said Karror, “Congrats lad! To accomplish such a feat, and at such a young age!”
Jonathan smiled. “Well,” he said in a humble tone, “I had great teachers.”
Hidte shook his head. “We only, taught you what we could young lad, the rest was yer own wits.” he said, “But what brings yeh here to these
Jonathan brushed aside a few droplets of sweat, along with a few strains of his black hair from his forehead and continued addressing the dwarfs. “I
was informed that you have recently discovered the possible whereabouts of Kalycot.” he said, “The king has tasked me to handle the
The dwarf’s faces twisted with concern. “That sounds more of a job for them dragon slayers.” said Hidte, “Why hasn’t the king dispatched
them for the task?”
Jonathan sighed. “The King is low on funds. It was decided that we should handle this one without their aid.” he said.
Karror brushed his black beard for a moment while being lost in thought. He gave a brief nod towards Hidte who then turned to address Jonathan.
“Aye, lad.” he said, “ Here’s what yeh need to know: from amongst the whispers of the villagers of the north, Kalycot was seen heading towards
the forest of the webs, but I warn yeh, the forest is crawling with ogre sized eight leggers, no man has dared enter the forest and lived to tell the
“I think I can handle a few arachnids,” said Jonathan
With a faint smile, the dwarf got off his chair and patted Jonathan on his back. “Your father would be proud of yeh young Scrier, a fine lad you
turned out to be, however, I must also report that there has been sightings of the Eldorei in the area, be on the lookout for them aswell.”
“Noted,” said Jonathan in a nod of acknowledgement. He then signaled the barkeep and left a few gold coins as a token of gratitude. The barkeep
brought a few mugs filled with fresh ale, which ignited a string of excitement across the dwarf’s faces. “Enjoy, the night brothers,” he said as
he turned and made his way towards the exit.
Outside of the tavern, Jonathan strolled past the door and in dismay; caught the sight of the masked rogue, retrieving his blade from one of the
fallen guardsmen. The rogue looked upon him with surprise exposing his emerald eyes that sparkled through the moonlight.
Jonathans rage fostered up. The sight of his men lying face down on the concrete-floor, in a pool of their own plasma caused his own blood to boil.
His mind raced for a moment, as the rogue turned away to flee from him. With all his will, he was finally able to muster up the words past his shock.
“Hey!” he thundered. “Stop right there!”
Temptations to pursue the stranger halted as Jonathan heard the grumble of one of the fallen guards. Abandoning the thought of pursuit, he
attended to the men instead. He knelt down, and to his surprise, he found that they were both still alive. “Man down!” he yelled as the words
echoed on through the night.
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