Submitted: 10 October 2000

The Return of Heroes of Old?

by The Silver Warrior, Son of Qwyl

I sit alone in the upper aerie of the Warrior Mages Guild, wondering, "Where have all of the youngsters gone?" Then I let go a low chuckle, as a abdomen wound at least 5 years old, delivered by a swamp troll, once again lets loose. I carefully tend it, bemused by the quiet around me.

I wonder what has become of all of my companions of yesteryear. How far they progressed into the ever evolving social strata of Elanthia. What, pray tell, ever became of The Knights of Elanthia, a fledgling Order, of which I was, and presumeably am still a proud member of.

As I arise and head to the Empaths Guild to have the old would attended, I see not one face that I recognize, amongst the hustle and bustle of the teeming populace. I feel great sadness at this, becuase I fear that, perhaps I have been gone to long.

After being healed by woderful Empath who's face I had never before seen, and who's name I cannot recall, I head for the Wren's Nest. Thinking, one last pint, before I head back to my ethereal travels.

As I step up to the bar Baresh, an old aquaintence, arches one brow high, and then smiles.

Baresh, then looks me up then down, saying, "Well, you're a sight for sore eyes, although one might have a hard time determining just what race you belong to, whats all that scruff on your face? Elves aren't supposed to be woolly."

I chuckle, responding, "There must have been a human lurking around the family home tree, a few centuries back, I just wish I could figure out how to get rid of this bit of nastiness. So old friend, the years have treated you kindly, what news have you, of Elanthia? Please though no tales of woe."

After a glance around Baresh leans close and recounts a tale, which he first heard only a few months ago. It was a sighting of my old freind, and mentor, Wyndguard. At who's mention, I lost complete control of my lower jaw.

You see, I had decided to take my studies, of the ether realms to new hieghts becuase I knew of Wyndguard's imminent retirement from Elanthia's mainstream life. That and the Order to which I belonged, seemed to be falling apart. Yet now I hear that Wynd, has once again been spotted. Perhaps it is now time for me to spend less time in the sanctorum and more in the world. Perhaps it is time for the old warriors who have lain fallow, to once again pick up their arms and armor and once again walk the realm.

Alas, perhaps I'm just an old fool just dreaming, never a powerful warrior mage, just an Elmancer. I'll probably get myself set on the starry path. But what the hell, I've still got a favor or 2 still left to my credit. I might as well see what I can do with them.

Hello Elanthia, I'm home again after some rather entertaining journeys abroad.

As I leave, I ask Baresh a quick and quiet favor, "If any of the Knights of Elanthia still walk the lands, could you have them Look me up?"

Reaching into my purse, to pay up, I see that once again I have sat still for to long, for once again my purse was empty. I can only laugh, think, 'some things never change.'

Baresh gives me a smile and say's, "Don't worry Airgiud, I know your good for it, settle up the next time your in town."

I turn and walk out into the world, thinking, 'Tis a new day and a new beginning.'