"And as such Rowad landed".......a breif story of

A bright flash illuminated the night sky northwest of Tel'Ruid, folowed by a brighter flash as a sphere of azure light struck the ground........

sevral hours later the unconcious elf sprawled in the crash sight awoke and shook off the daze from the landing.
"Me gods!, that's the last time I lend any mystirious bronze instruments we find in temles to you again, Thorvald!"
he waited for the Dwarf's reply, but it didn't come........
"Thorvald? where are ye?"
he waited a bit longer.....
"Aiya, i had hoped this wouldent happen for some time........ Ah well, I might as well explore!"
the stranger slowly stood up and brushed the assorted forest debris from his tunic and cloak, checked himself for injuries, then after assuring himself he was not badly hurt he drew out his longsword and advanced through the trees.
after an hour of random wandering, the short elf emerged on the borders of the forest and beheld a glittering town of elven origin
he smiled, hoping the rezidents would speak a language he knew, then strode purosefully through the streets, until he came to a large biulding that by the look of it was a rather splendid tavern. he strode through the door and was almost instantly greeted by sevral elves.
"Veldui', mellon, mani naa essa en lle?"
"Mae govannen, nessa'amin Rowad Lith'orod, Taur'othar ar'Istari." said the stranger who had introduced himself as Rowad, who was glad the elves here spoke his tounge.
he sat down in a vacant an rather comfy chair in the corner of the room, with a flagon of mead he had had rather much trouble bartering with gold from anoter world.
He had rough hair wich in official terms was brown-blonde, though it was so matted over in layers that it had taken on a brown-black appearance, two thin, short braids snaked down the back of his neck , ending at the small of his back. he had startling blue eyes that perfectly matched the stones set into his sword gaurd, a shortbow and twenty travel-worn elven arrows poruded from the quiver on his back and the symbols of Tethrin Veralde' and Solonor Thelanira hung about his neck on various strings, and he wore sevral layers of green linen tunics and leather curiasses, covered by a large loose tunic of shimmering elven cloth, and a cape of the same fabric a dark leather satchel with the emblem of a tree etched into it was slung over his shoulder.

And as such Rowad Ashmoor entered Tel'Ruid

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