~A leaf drifts past on the gentle breeze, it hangs in the air for a minute and then drops suddenly and sharply towards the ground.

A pair of pristine lips, rosy in hue but with a dark undercast quality telling of warmth and depth in their embrace, softly blows the falling leaf back into the air.

The leaf rises just far enough to catch a light cross breeze and is whipped away.

The Elf maid turns onto her side, cradling her face in her slender and gentle hand, smiling at me. Warmth fills me, it is if I cannot breath, then I gasp and try to disguise it as a lunge to kiss her, which of course I do clumsily.~



The Silvanesti Elf sits up straight, bolted awake by his dream, the same dream he has had every night for five years. He first laments the reappearance of the dream, then thanks it for giving him his nightly dose of her. He then moves towards anger, a place his teachers and masters warned him held nothing for him. He then calms himself using the ages old techniques of the Monk, finding his center and that of the earth around him, making himself calm and focused.

In the blink of an eye he is standing, pack slung over his shoulder, elven longblade at his hip.


As the sun sets that morning a rush of air and dirt fly past as the Elf, the Monk, The bereived, Entessa Di Camarii rushes past as only those of his art can.



......more the come......

The Silvanesti Monk crouches low atop the thatched roof of a farmer. Driving rain and winds whip across the Coastlund Highway, fueled by massive sea storms just beyond the horizon. He is a shadow amongst shadows, perfectly still and calm. His bright eyes peer through the rain and those he has waited for finally approach.


"Get that drunkard out here." growls a large human, bearing the markings of a Dragonarmy Officer.

His subordinate rolls his eyes and does as he is ordered, banging on the old weathered wood with a heavy gauntleted fist. Splinters of wood fly.

"Get your fat lazy ass out here Verdan, We know your in there" The soldier bangs again, very nearly taking down the door with his strength.


Entessa Di Camarii slowly closes his slender hand over the elegant hilt of his blade. He makes no move just yet, waiting patiently for his cue. It had been four years of traveling now, not aimless wandering but a search, and like a well trained hunting dog he had tracked his prey down and at this moment felt closer to his quarry than ever.


From inside the ramshackle dwelling came a muffled sound, then the distinct sound of crockery breaking.

"Go around back, quick" The officer pointed to the rear of the house, the soldier rushed around to do as we was bid. Entessa had been waiting for just such an occasion.

An old farmer, Verdan no doubt, scrambled from the rear of his home and clumsily, possessions gathered under his arms, began to flee into the woods and the night, the soldier just steps behind him.

"Please, leave me be, I have no more to pay, I have nothing...." Verdan, knowing he could not escape now turned to groveling as a last resort.

"Give it up old man, we've heard thi......." the eyes of the soldier widen, then begin to cross, looking towards themselves as they begin to slide apart, his head being split down the middle by an unseen stroke.

The soldier's halved body slumps to the wet ground, as if he were a hewn log, a foot of softest leather and bound in fine linen steps over the corpse. Verdan, so taken aback by the turn of events simply stares at the Elf in awe and confusion.

Entessa says no word, he just nods towards the tree line, and in a second Verdan recovers his senses and makes a silent getaway.

"what in the name of the abyss is happening back there?" the officer, growing impatient, begins to circle around the house. as he rounds a bend he finds the long slender blade of an elf warrior thrust in his face, the point mere centimeters from his eye.

"make no move human, you will not be able to escape." Entessa does not blink, even the driving rain does not seem to affect him at all.

with a lunge the officer throws his shield at Entessa and turns to run only to see the elf, blade thrust in his face again.

"what do you want.....who...." the officer, now duly afraid, holds perfectly still, knowing in that one part of his mind that isn't panicking, that he cannot find escape from this one on foot or with weapons.

"Who is not your concern, However, you do have something I want." Entessa smirks, a rare show of humor, even if it is dark.


"You were an Officer in the Black Dragonarmy several years ago, posted to Kalaman, and it was your regiment that made raids on Silvanost, do not deny this for your face and that of others has been burned in my mind. The only thing that is saving you at this moment is that you are not my target, however, you do know where to find him, and you will tell me what I crave to hear."

The eyes of the officer widen, he remembers for a brief second the horrors the dragonarmy had visited upon the elves of all nations, knowing that whatever score this elf had to settle he was best not in the middle of it. "what do you want to know?"

Seeing the defeat in his quarries eyes Entessa re-sheathes his blade, he then smirks that odd and rare smile.

"I am one step closer." He thought as he peered deep into the eyes of the officer who would give him his next clue.