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We finally summarized the list of books we hope to find in the crypt. After over a hundred years of study, I’ve studied this for the greater part of my life; thirty five years ago we found new clues, in a book we found In the altar. We had found a secret hiding place, by pushing the left eye of the figure on it. I’ve been studying it all these years, and there is only one page that was referring to the Crypt. One piece of page.. Just one. This page has gotten us further, it contained references, which made the cryptic language of the High Elvens reveal its true meaning. After two years of gathering, discussing and arguing, we came to the conclusion that there is a set of ten books.


***** The first five books are the “good” books. *****


The first one is The Book of Fire, with spells that could overrule the scorching heat of hell. The second book is about the forces of the Earth. There are a lot of protection spells in this book, and spells to evoke the most destructive earthquakes. The third book is The Book of Water, containing healing spells, floods, and purifying spells against the forces of evil. The fourth book tells us more about the spells concerning Air. Its owner is presumed to get the blessing of the wind, hear by having the ability to travel with the speed of hurricanes. Powerful windblasts would shatter enemy troops. The fifth book is the most important book of all: The Book Of Mind. This book will help you to understand the four others, how to control the elements. It would bring light in times of despair and chaos. It will help you overcome fear, vanity, greed, lust, murderousness… the oldest and most complicated languages will become clear as if they were the mother language to the owner of this book. It is of great value for translations of ancient High-elven scrolls, and that is why we are so eager to get it. These five books form the books of “Light”, the books of “Good Being” They all contain information about the greatest magicians of all eras since the beginning of time. They also contain the reason why magic is possible in this world, how magic originated, how to fully understand and control it. The symbol of these books is the pentagram with one point up and two points down, with a circle around it. We have been using this symbol for ages to heal and purify, and for strength and support in battle, but we still don’t know its full power. With these five books combined, you could revive the arch magicians, and together with them form an alliance against evil and create a circle, a protective dome that cannot be crossed by evil! A girder resisting all evil in this world! Imagine a place where you are finally safe! These books can save the world, and change it to a peaceful and blissful place for all times, with the worlds greatest magical forces protecting you, guarding you, guiding you to better life! All these books were written by Elfish and High-elven mages, some say they even include the names of the Human arch- mages, like Harin Moros and Corbolaho Fioragrae…


***** There are also five books of darkness, the “evil books” *****


The first one is written on vampire skin, with the blood of pureblood noble vampires. It contains information about every evil creature that used to be Human, Barbarian, Dwarvish or Elfish, like vampires, undead stalkers, skeletal warriors half-demons, warlocks and many more. There are important guidelines in it, places, constellations, spells and everything else you need to awaken these creatures. The second book is about creatures that had been born in the dark, like ogeres, orcs. The origin and evolution of these creatures is fully explained, from the ancient breading lairs until the victories they made during the Great War. It is written on orcish skin, with the blood of all dark born, the cover is ogeres skin. The third book is a very precious, but very dangerous one: The Book of Demons. Many white mages were slaughtered to write this book. It is a register of all demons that roam this world, and all the others that wait to be unleashed. This register can be used for both the summoning and the eternal destruction of these demons. It contains guidelines to imprison demonic warriors, how you can control them, train them, but it also describes the way to vanquish them. The mythical armies of the Necromancers, the bile demons of Narduk, the Akhborad… They are all in the book. Even grand demons like The Boogorod, Khânor the Reaper, of Mantirs Hell Morbidyuin The slaughterer … The fourth book is about the purest evil, the origin of The Evil one, and the reason of his existence. We don’t know anything more about that book, but it is believed to hold the key to his lair. The fifth book contains evil spells, from soul drain to mind control. It can arise evil in every creature, every man, every mage… It can put up armies against each other, and it is said that this book has dispatched the Alliance of Eternal Light. If these Nexus scrolls get in the hand of evil again, we’d be doomed. These books were all written by The Writer, one of the members of the Arch demon council. I will not tell you his name, for that might be enough to summon him or cause his wrath. He worked on these books for thousands of years. I don’t know how he managed to preserve the skin and blood writings, but that isn’t important to us. I hope all books are preserved safe and well in the shelter they are now, so that we don’t end our search with a couple of rags and dirty pages.
- “This is only a small part of the information we have .”
- “So these books are supposed to be hidden within these quarters?”
- “Yes. This point of view is plausible, since we found traces of a High-Elven society, a kind of headquarter, a capital city, if you like. The most important of them are the books, the altar in the chapel and the armory. We found genuine Elfish armor, some weapons and metals, but we have no use for them. They seam to be extinguished, dead. Some fell apart when we tried to use them. They only have a decorative value. We think that these armors used to belong to important soldiers, maybe even to royalty. The legend says that the weapons and armors are as strong as the person carrying them. We believe that the sets we found are unique, made especially for a particular High elven Noble, which means they are only useful to them. Since the owners of these armors are gone, the pieces start to fall apart. We also discovered that the anvil on the inner court is also High-Elven. We found it here when we moved to this region. It seamed an unimportant anvil at first, but since we make our own tools and weapons, we decided to keep it. We couldn’t move it anyway, it is far too heavy, and it is hammered into the ground. We left it there, and sporadically worked on it. But on the day of the discovery of the High-Elven armory, it began to glow, and we saw that the anvil was not just a piece of ordinary metal, but that it had a gold-like structure. When the smith tried to work on it with the metals we found, it began to glow even brighter, and little sparks spring out of it from time to time. We soon discovered that the metals had no use to us, so we stacked the in a special shed near the armory. We simply don’t know how to work with them, maybe it’s because we don’t have the proper tools. We don’t know if the anvil has anything to do with the books. But even if we found the passage, we still have to find a way to enter it. The place is protected by magic that is more powerful than all off mans mana put together. There are mechanisms that are older than we will ever find out. They originate long before the Great War, long before mankind even existed. Once we are in, we still have to fight the guards that protect the books. They are some sort of neutral demons, which can only be killed by the ones that were meant to find the books.”
- “How come you have all this information about the books, but you don’t know where they are? This monastery isn’t that big, is it?”
- “What I just told you is the result of years, no, centuries of profound study! We have translated almost all of the Elfish books with a codebook we found, so there is a chance that we are missing the entire point here! But there are certain signs that point out that we are right on some level. The books are mentioned in the book of writings, and we assume that these books are hidden on the monastery. And we found an atlas, which indicated that this monastery is built on the remains of what used to be the capital library of the High-Elven province of Lirathariën, which could explain why no evil dares to approche this place. It was called the tree of existence, the root of knowledge. High-Elven philosophers believed that knowledge was the key to life, that wisdom was a way to excel. The original library would make ours fade, but what remained here after they left were some clues to find the way to The Crypt, nothing more. All of the original copies have passed this place. They have been put on an inventory, or were partly copied to be shipped of again to their original residence. We have reason to believe that many of the originals were stacked here, because this was a secret place. The province of Lirathariën was just one big farmland, with a few military facilities, and a couple of cities. There were a couple of mines near Saint John, according to the atlas, but we didn’t find any traces of them. We don’t know why they left this place, or how they made all their cities disappear. We don’t even know why they left these clues, or why they left these books in the first place. As you see, we have more riddles than answers. If you would help us find the answers, we would reward you with elfish weapons that are still of good use.”
- “I want to help, but you must understand that we already have a mission to fulfill, and that one has priority.”
- “I understand, Balian. But please help us!”
- “Pardon my curiosity, but why do you ask me to do this?”
- “You three are truly Godsend. You are people of good will, and that is what we need to find The Crypt. Our destiny and the destiny of the books may lie in your hands.”
- “But why? We are just three simple men! You are far more experienced!”
- “It is all part of the prophecy! We, monks, cannot enter the crypt! First of all, out of belief: we don’t attack, we defend. Entering the crypt would mean attacking the shades that guard the books. Secondly, we are not able to enter, because the chosen ones have received a blessing through their bloodlines. The blood of the ancient races flows in their veins, that means they have High-Elven blood. We did do research about all of the monks bloodlines, we didn’t find any High-Elven ancestors.”
- “What makes you so sure we have that privilege?”
- “Nothing, but we found more clues about the chosen ones.”

“Morning, noon and evening, they hold the key, the solution, the deliverance, the redemption. They come for the Good Cause. Their actions, influenced by the High-Elven blessings in their bloodline, will seal the faith of the books. The morning is strong and magical. The noon is strong and wise. The evening is strong and sharp. Sun and earth will reveal their powers, their blood will reveal the books. They alone will fulfill the prophecy. The morning brings the key, dawn. The noon brings the entrance, darkness. The evening brings the insight, light. Unleashing power requires the chosen ones…”


- “Noon brings darkness? That doesn’t make any sense!”
- “I know. I wrote everything down for you, so you can study on your trip. Maybe you hold the key, who knows? Show it to your friends, I think they will be a great aid.”
- “Thank you for your trust. I am still confused. Why do you trust us?”
- “Is there a reason not to?”
- “No, still, the secret seems…”
- “All that I know is that your friendship is very profound. You must have made suit an impression, having the privilege of having Gregorius himself as your guardian and mentor.”
 
I like your idea of the Five Books...very interesting Cornelius, particulary the details of what the books were actually made from... :D
 
cornelius said:
We finally summarized the list of books we hope to find in the crypt. After over a hundred years of study, I’ve studied this for the greater part of my life; thirty five years ago we found new clues, in a book we found In the altar. We had found a secret hiding place, by pushing the left eye of the figure on it. I’ve been studying it all these years, and there is only one page that was referring to the Crypt. One piece of page.. Just one. This page has gotten us further, it contained references, which made the cryptic language of the High Elvens reveal its true meaning. After two years of gathering, discussing and arguing, we came to the conclusion that there is a set of ten books.

This is good. Pacy. It brings a detective story aspect to it, cross-genre, like the Thebian Plays.
 
Part VI: Hordan, the blacksmith

While Balian and Constantius were in the Library, Elegia woke up. He got up and had a drink of water out of the jug in his room. Since he wasn’t feeling hungry, he went straight to the inner court, because he knew that was where the armory was. Elegia had always had a fascination for weapons, and he wanted to see if the monastery had any nice ones. He remembered the words from the guards in Brandhook, so this monastery had to have an armory of some sort. He halted from time to time to look at the armors standing in the hall, but he didn’t find them very impressive, since most of them were held together by their stand. Taking them of would mean tearing them apart. After some searching, he finally found the door to the inner court. He could hear tapping on metal, which meant that the smith was there. He was a big, scruffy-looking man. Despite the chilly winds that marked the autumn, he was working with only a rough pants and a protective vest, which was unbuttoned. He had left his gloves aside, his big hands looked like they could withstand the heath. He had a black scar all across his chest. Maarten reckoned he looked older than he was. His face was wrinkled but he still had all his hair, and most of his teeth. The smith was working on a long sword, on a weird looking anvil.

- “Greetings, smith, my name is Elegia, I arrived here the other night.”
- “Greetings! My name is Hordan, I am the blacksmith. I have a lot of knowledge about this honorable profession .I am the specialist around here when it comes to weapons and armor. I even know how to give them magical powers. In a lesser way than the elves could, but still. What can I do for you, son?”
- “I am interested in weapons. Can I see your work, please?”
- “Why of course you can, lad! But treat the weapons with respect, you know, they might turn your back on you…”
- “What do you mean…?”
- “This is a long sword, made after the ones used by the silver horde, you know!”
- “You mean the High-Elven knights that defeated the black knights on the fields of the hovering whispers?”
- “Why, lad, you know the stories well for a youngster! But you’re not totally right, you know. They did slaughter them black knights pretty well, but they didn’t extinguish them, if that’s what you mean. A whole army was put to the sword, but as the legends tell, a bunch of them warlocks, the Necromancers, revived those evil brutes. They used the blood of Larariën Galas, a very noble and powerful High-Elven maiden princess, a pretty young thing it must have been, daughter of Thismit, de greatest High-Elven king there has ever been! One drop of the poor loves blood could revive and restyle a decomposing body, you know, and it did the trick for evil creatures as well. Them black knights returned from the darkest pits of hell, strengthened by the maiden blood, and also by the humiliation of the defeat! Torture in hell had made them even stronger, you know, and more vile too. From that day on, lad, they are called the hirelings of hell, the Dark Raiders.”
- “What happened to the silver horde?”
- “They thought their story was finished, you know, and abandoned these regions, of to a place no one knows. Some say they stay away out of fear for the revenge of the Dark Raiders, but that’s just a story, they were far to brave for that.”
- “How did you get that sword?”
- “I inherited it. It’s been in my family for generations, you know, but that is about to end. There was a time when Hordans were everywhere, but now, it all went down to one, you see, and you’re looking at him, son. And unless I find a pretty hot chick to make myself some offspring, the secret will die with me. I am closing in on the four, if you know what I mean, and I feel lonely in my little house near the Sleetbrook. Ah, Karin, if only you…Ah, well. Well, like I said, I am the only one that can make such a nice piece of craftsmanship, also thanks to the diamond-silver from the mines in the highlands of Katan. But I only had enough to make five out of them. This is one of them, I’m sharpening it a bit. The others are hidden . If I had more of the diamond-silver, son, I’d make a gear like you have never seen. We have found plans here, you know, left by them High-Elves, and also some metals, some gear and this pretty thing here. I make all my weapons on this anvil here, which could explain why they are stronger in combat against them evil creatures than other weapons. She seams like a little, light anvil, but we just can’t move her. If you work on her with them metals, sparks hop out of her. They’re not like the sparks you think off, you know, fire. They are more purple like, and some of them go up into the sky… To bad I can’t show you, She doesn’t like foreign company. The plans we found contain information about swords, axes, maces, spears, and even full armors. The ones we got here seem to be weakening, and so are the sparks coming’ out of my anvil. Some of the oldest armors are falling apart even, without us touching them. We never used them, and still they look like they have gotten through a war. I just need more metals, but them Dwarves own the mines in Katan, and they refuse to barter with me. I could use metals from the mines in the outlands, but they do not suffice to make the armors I have in mind. If only there would be peace again amongst all races.”
- “Since the Great War, the races live dispatched. The High-Elvens fled, the Elves live isolated in the south. The dwarves are up in the east. Humans live here in the west, but we also have Humans up North.”
- “Right you are lad, but them Barbarians up north form a race of their own. There have been some wars between us after the Great War, you know, but all has been quit for over five centuries. Humans can’t seem to fix them mutual quarrels, how can they bring peace among all races then? “
- “No one knows. The barbarians accuse us from seeing them as morons, while they see us as weaklings. Quite childish, if you ask me. They have grown stronger than us, the Northerns. I bet the climate has to do with it, or maybe the pure ice water that springs from the mountains. Either way, I think the reason behind this quarrels is that our numbers have grown too fast . That’s why more and more people went up North, and that is when the issues began. I have heard stories about a lost son of the king, who had tried to claim the throne. He said that he was the true first born, and that he should rule. Some believed him, however he had no proof. The half-blood prince fled to the North, together with his followers, or so the stories tell. “
- “I have my own opinions about this split, you know, however none of them are worth mentioning. There are more certainties about the outspread of the other races. Which ones do you know? What did your mentor teach you?”
- “The dwarves blame us for the fall of Moriliën. They claim we didn’t provide enough cover on the surface while they were engaging in battle with the demons that were attacking them from the underground. The Elves accuse us from chasing away the High-Elvens since we live in their former territory. I don’t know if all of those insults and accusations are properly. We all should work together, since we have the main threat: Evil. Evil is the only one who benefits from these quarrels.”
- “True. You know, you are a rather sharp one for a lad your age. Evil is eager to swarm our lands, and their rampage has already begun! The heroes of the past should have totally wiped out does vile fallen. If they had, those Fallen would have never had the chance to mingle their blood with the lesser demon races. Now look at them! They have turned into orcs, one of the vilest races to ever roam the surface! Their number grows strongly, soon they will have a need for this regions. Many of them have already crossed the mountains, so it seems..”
- “Why doesn’t evil attack this abbey? I mean, the orcs practically swarm the whole region; they have attacked every village and city. Around here, there is no sign of orcs. The wolves keep distance, while a Lupus Chaoticus almost ripped up Cornelius! You’d say this anvil is of great value, even to evil. And even if they don’t know about the anvil, the monastery seems like an easy prey. “
- “Yes, they fear this place as if it was hell itself. Believe me, they have tried to conquer this monastery, but on some way or another their attacks were held back, as if it was the hand of God himself that struck them. We think this place was blessed by High-Elven priests. They must have begged God for protection, you know, cause there isn’t any other explanation. Some of our monks are trained in fighting, and some of them are quit good. But if it wasn’t for that force, our monastery would have been burned to the ground ages ago.”
- “That power, that force seams to fade, doesn’t it?”
- “Yes, that Lupus was way to close. That is why I need more metals, you know, so that I can make extra weaponry for when the time comes. Every bit of silver and iron is very welcome. That Elfish gear isn’t what it used to be. We have quite a lot of armors inside the monastery, maybe you have seen them. Falling apart they are! I can’t even re- use the metals from which they had been made. Some of the armors have belonged to the first humans that lived in this region. The elfish gear are not worth speaking of, they are mere leftovers, except for those I keep in… Never mind! So, I am filling the armories as good as I can. I were not got much to do otherwise, why not practice the art that made my ancestors world known ?”
- “Can I see more of your work?”
- “Of course, you can, lad, follow me!”
 
Part VII: The requests from the monastery

Cornelius was the last to awake. He had a good rest, but he couldn’t get the images of the wolf out of his head. He’d fear wolves for the rest of his life. The wounds were soaring. The pain was still there, but it was bearable. He sat up but stayed in his bed, thinking deeply about what had happened. He realized how lucky he was , to survive the assault. He tried not to think what would have happened if he hadn’t been able to thrust the wolf, what would have happened if his friends were not there, or worse, what would have happened if the monks hadn’t been able to get there in time to purify him, to prevent him from turning into… Knocks on the door shook him up from his thoughts.

- “Yes?
- “Lord Cornelius? Could you be so kind to follow me to the sickbay? Your wounds need new bandages.”

Cornelius got up, the wound stung. He opened the door and saw a brother of the monastery in a special kind of robe. The man looked at him, and nodded.

- “You look better already, milord
- That is thanks to the good cares by you and your brothers. I don’t know how to thank you, honorable brother.”
- “You’re welcome, my lord.”
- “Please, my name is Cornelius.”
- “All right, my name is Franciscus, by the way . Follow me, please.”

The sick-bay was right next to the bedrooms. The grand paintings and the old swords left a great impression on Cornelius.

- “Take of your shirt, please. Set your teeth, this might burn a bit.”

De monk took a jar with a green substance in it and smeared it on the wound. The ointment worked as a kind of acid, it burned on Cornelius‘s shoulder. It was supposed to clean the wound, and preserve the wound from infections. The wound started smoldering. The same treatment followed for the deep wounds on his back. The burning was painful, but after the treatment was over, Cornelius felt reborn. A special bandage was put on the wound, to keep it pure.
- “You have a rather unusual name for a young man of these quarters, if I may say so.
- I was named by my guardian. I never knew my parents, just like Elegia and Balian.”
- “How unpleasant!”
- “I remember nothing from my first seven years of my life. At least, I think it is seven years…”
- “Who was your Guardian?”
- “An old and wise man, named Gregorius. He disappeared a couple of years ago.”
- “Aah, Gregorius. An old and very wise man indeed. A peculiar and taciturn man, he was, if I am not mistaken. I do not know much about him, but he was a man of great and many talents. Some say he was the counselor of the late king Orvalean. He knew quite some old dialects, even some rare Elfish and Dwarvish ones. Warfare and the lost art of the sword of xialdûr were one of his many talents.”
- “He taught us some basic moves, and some regular courses. We are very grateful for that! We know more than enough to survive in the wastelands, but our knowledge is not very useful in this region. We had our first real fight only two nights ago… We don’t know where he went, but we think he didn’t survive his last trip, being so high in age…”
- “When I kind of think of it, he must have been very old. The story tells that he was the wizard that gave the birth-blessings the grandfather of King Nurimir!”
- “That would mean he was over two hundred years old! That is overrated, even for Gregorius…”
- “Yes, indeed, it is. Hold still, I have to attach the bandage properly. A bit more attachments and you will be good to go! Where does your journey lead?”
- “To king Nurimir, all the way to Brouxollos. I doubt that we will reach the quarters of the King. It seems that we have been lucky with that lupus, but I think we’ll be less fortunate next time. But the aim is Brouxollos, so that is where we are heading!”
- “Really? Can I ask you for a favor?”
- “Of course, you saved my life!”
- “I will give you a list with things we need. We need gold and exquisite herbs. The herbs don’t grow in these quarters, but king Nurimir has a whole stock of them. We need gold to buy bricks to fix the main building, and to buy the things we need to survive…”
- “Write them down, Franciscus, and I’ll request for them. I heard King Nurimir is very supportive to this monastery, so it should not be a problem. So we need rare herbs and spices for you and…”
- “Metal for the blacksmith! Cornelius, you sturdy rascal!”
- “Greetings, Elegia and Balian.”
- “Quit the greeting and get over here! Never thought you make it trough it… Just kidding, you’re quite though for a man your size.”
- “What do you mean, my size?”
- “He’s just messing around. Good to have you back. But are not you pushing it a bit? You nearly were killed out there and you are already accepting quests. Don’t forget about our quest from Genswen! Balian and I obtained some objectives too, you know”
- “Agreements about that are for later, let’s eat first! The sun already reached its highest point!”


The meal was, as usual, simple but hearty. There were many vegetables, the most of it winter crops. There was gray bread, freshly baked in the monastery. There was pork, which was held inside the walls, on a little field near the pond. For drinks they had beer, wine and water. After the meal they could have a chunk of cheese or an apple. After a short service in the chapel, all important monks and friars were called of to the meeting-room. It was a rather small, but exquisitely decorated room, which reminded the three friends of the (lost?) wealth of the monastery. The purple drapes on the walls were old and dusty; the gold leaf had lost its shine. The armors were old and worn of, like as if they had been standing there for ages. The only things that had an acceptable appearance were the furniture. The table was of heavy black oak, a rare piece of furniture. Willarius was at the head of the table. Next to him were two writers, the rest lined up in random order. Cornelius, Elegia and Balian sat down next to the smith and the writer on the right.



- “My brothers, in times of despair, these three men came to us. We helped them to defeat the plague of the Lupus Chaoticus, and in return, they want to help to restore this monastery’s name and wealth. Many of us stay in the monastery as it is in our doctrine to stay inside the walls and seek inner peace by research, by praying. Others are afraid to go out into the wild, onto to long path to Brouxollos. Our own doctrine almost put an end to our community. These three young men are willing to undertake this journey. They will undertake a quest to king Nurimir, and they will pose our requests to him. Since our king has high thoughts of this monastery, he will be glad to concede our demands. Our earthly demands, that is. However, I see a great light among these three men, so I decided to initiate them to the grand secret that rests upon us all. They are willing to help us in the quest for the Crypt. Since they have been raised by Gregorius, and partly share his knowledge and methods of research, they might help us and, God support us, solve this High-Elven problem! They have pledged that they will keep the secret of the books within these walls, but I believe that there are other clues out there. The library in Brouxollos holds Great knowledge, even some about the Crypt, and that is what we are desperately seeking…”

Approving mumbling indicated that the other monks were pleased with these words. They had new hopes, high expectations of a better time to come.

- “But first you need to make your wishes known! We will put them on this list, and our friends will deliver this to Nurimirs court. They will bring this means to us as soon as possible; in return they will now receive a better gear, so they can withstand the dangers that lurk on their path. Point out your wishes to Constantius and Carolius, while the three men accompany Hordan to the armory.”

The four men rose from their seats and left the room. As soon as they closed the door they could here the start of a heavy discussion, with somewhere in there the roaring voice of Willarius, calling out for order. They went to the inner court. Hordan opened a sturdy door with a big, bronze key. The atmosphere behind it was, unlike the other rooms in the building, not dusty at all. The smell of iron and metal rose from the armory.

- “As you can see, this is the armory. The weapons and armor in here are, unlike the other crap that is standing is the hallways, not falling apart. These things here are ready for use, you know, and most of them are sharp enough to split hairs. I made them myself, well, most of it anyways. Elegia already had the privilege to see my work, but there is stuff I didn’t show him, you know. Follow me, lads.”
 
They walked through the armory, which was rather big. There were pikes, swords, bows and arrows, daggers and maces. There were heavy leather vests, with mail on the shoulders and back. There was a weird kind of pitch-black cloth, sturdier than leather, but much like it. There were three full mail armors and even one full one made of metal plates. There were in total enough gears and weapons to arm all the monks and some extra forces. Elegia estimated about one hundred men could be provided of arms from this armory. They stopped in front of the three mail armors.




- “Before you start to slaver, this isn’t your gear. I hid them Key in here, you know. These gears are meant for the swordfighters that have trained this monastery; you might have seen Macaran, the long fella with the scar on the face. Same thing happened to him as to Cornelius, You know, but it had a far other result, since it took two days until we found him. He is a bit of a dark one, but not evil. He likes to train people, and so do his two companions, Larbin and ShikortYin. The last one is Half a Barbarian, a Nordic as they call him. We thought that they would find the key, but they are a bit dim, you know. They ain’t getting any younger either. They can still handle their sword, but I would not send them out to Nurimir, they might take the stuff and run, if you know what I mean. Now here we are! If them fighters would know the key is in there gear, well, let‘s just say you would not see what you are about to see.”


Hordan took three pieces of metal from under the mail caps. He took a weird kind of shape from under the metal plates and put the three pieces in. The box clicked and in it was a key, formed by the pieces. He went to a set of pikes, moved them over and took a closer look on the wall. He grunted and put the key in a seemingly invisible socket in the wall. After some time they heard a couple of clicks and then a snap. A handle came out of the wall. Hordan gave it a twist and opened the hidden closet. He grinned as he saw the surprised look on the faces of Balian, Elegia and Cornelius.

- “The Elves, hey? Always up for a trinket. Must have stolen this one from the Dwarves. Discovered this thingy here after my first three weeks. The key was still in the keyhole, you know, but there was such a big smother of dirt on it no one had noticed it for so many years. I found the puzzle box somewhere in the rubbish. It took me some time to find out how to use it, but time was still on my hand at the time .It is in this hidden closet that I have found the metals and the gear, left by them High-Elvens. Ah, here we go. Now these are your new armors.
- Thank you!”

All three of them got a short, crude mail vest and a set of black, sturdy leather pants. They also got a set of boots, which strangely fitted. The gear was elfish like, but not fully finished. The shapes of the mail were rather irregular, but a cotton shirt and a warm leather jacket prevented scratches. It was as if they were made in a hurry, with some leftovers of other vests. They also got a new belt, a helmet and a set of leather gloves, but these last ones were not elfish. They also got new weapons; a new sword made of diamond silver for each, and a bow and a stack of arrows. In addition, they each got an extra weapon: Elegia got a mace, Balian got a battleaxe and Cornelius got a one-handed axe. They tried on their new gear and soon discovered that, although this was surely not the best the Elvens had made, these new armors were still far better than their previous ones. The weapons, helmet and gloves from Hordans hands were light in weight, but strong enough to take on an orcblade. The Elfish gear had a light glow, except on the patches Hordan had repaired, but it was sure that they could withstand arrows, and possibly some light spells as well. There were great mysteries about the elfish armors. They were said to have magical powers, although there were no specifications on neither the origin nor the power of them. The three friends felt great in their new gear, ready to begin their quest. In addition, they got a set of backpacks and a hooded cloak. Both had been made within the monastery. It was hard to tell the origin of this leather and pelt, but the backpack was strong and the cloak was thick enough to withstand the upcoming frost, and that was all that mattered.

They were just in time to see the concluding of the discussion. The list took twelve pages of parchment, and another ten were added with information and a speech of thanks addressed to Nurimir.

These are some of the most important things on the list, but there were many more trinkets:

- Diamond silver if possible 50 crude plates and 60 bars
- Various other metals (iron, …) 1 kron. (25 plates, 25 bars)
- Gold: 25k for repairing, 60k for provisions for the years to come.
- Herbs from the garden of Shimmers

- Dark leaves of Klirin (healing) : 50
- Flower of mornir (healing) : 12
- Karins shimmer (curing) : 10
- Klorf (curing) :100
- Herb of blades (wound treatment): 50
- Poniks’ big leaf (smoking) :1000
- Kitchen herbs (preferable eastern)

- The book of dreams ( Analysis of the mind)
- The scrolls of Amaron ( contains a key to translate Barbarian texts)

Balian examined the scrolls until dinner was served. The next morning, they got up early, preparing for departure. Cornelius’ wounds got a last check, and Elegia’s hand was looked after. The orcbite had healed nicely, he would soon be able to handle his bow with the same accuracy he did before

- “Here is your transport, my friends. A sturdy cart and two horses.”
- “Nice, thank you, friar!” Balian immediately checked the cart and the horses. Both were decent, in his opinion they were worth quite a bit of gold; another token of trust..
- “And fast as well, you know. This will get you in Brouxollos in fifteen days. You will find some extra weapons on the kart, and some stuff and tools that might come in handy. Our cook made some provisions; they’ll last for about ten days.”
- “Thank you for everything.”
- “No, thank you! Return soon!”

They were of. The path in the forest was narrow, but after the second split the roads became broader. Suddenly, they heard a snap. They took their new weapons from their belts and waited. Hoofs… Was it dark raiders? Elegia heard where the sound came from. He took his bow and aimed.

- “Don’t let go of your arrow! I come in peace, you know!”
- “Hordan? Why are you following us?” Elegia lowered his bow.
- “Well…Er… you see. I got something for you, but it’s a secret, you know”
- “What’s that? You robbed the monastery’s treasury?” Balian took the Gems.
- “No no no, I got this from the trinket closet! It are little gems, they are! You know, lads, I’d rather see you guys make use of them than that other group of fighters…”
- “Make use of it? What are you talking about?”
- “There is no need of hostility! These are the sockets I found, lads.”
- “Sockets? You mean they fit in our weapons?” Elegia had read about these so called sockets, he doubted if they really were magical gems.
- “Yes! It is said that they give great power to weapons, you know, great magical power!”
- “Magical power? Like what? “
- “Fire when you strike, or lightning…”
- “How do you know? You tried them?”
- “No, I found a book about it. I can’t read elfish, but I can take a look at the drawings, you know. Here it is. There are also drawings of the moon in it…”
- “This book seams of great value, and so do the gems”… Balian still was suspicious.
- “Really, I didn’t steal them! Please, try them out , and tell me about it! I have no use for them inside the walls! Please?”
- “All right, we will try them. Thanks for this…”
- “You’re welcome, but … er…”
- “What? Come one, tell us, you can trust us, we trust you…”
- “I found out about a girl, an attractive female one…”
- “Which is quite normal, a girl being female…”Cornelius laughed. “No, go one now.”
- “Well, I saw here on the market once, you know, all right, maybe twice… I want to let her know I am all right and er…”
- “Are you in love?”
- “Yes! Yes I am! Please, give her this letter, all right, lads? All right, Bye now!”
- “Wait! What is her name? What does she look like? Where can we find her?”
- “Her name is Serimilin Karin, like the herb! She has brown hair and, well, er… a nice figure. She lives in a house near the road to Saint John. It is an inn, called the oak house.”
- “One more thing: I thought you were not allowed to have a relationship in the monastery?”
- “Well, what I do in my own house is my concern! I have my own place near the wall, on the side of the Sleetbrook. It isn’t big, but it is enough for the both of us… Bye again! And thanks!”
- “Why don’t you accompany us to her house?”

But Hordan didn’t hear Elegia. He rode off as fast as he could.

- “Isn’t love a sweet thing?”, Cornelius sighed. He laughed again.
- “Yeah, but what about them sockets?” Balian still held them in his hand.
- “They fit in these holes in our weapons, that’s for sure. Two in each sword, three in my axe,… There are even sockets in our bows!
- “Elegia is right, let’s try them out.”

Balian handed out the sockets. Elegia took a red and a blue one for his sword. He also took a white and a dark-green one for his mace. Cornelius put a gray and a red one for his axe, and a white and a blue one for his sword. Balian took a black, a white and a gray one for his axe. He put a dark- green and a purple one for his sword. They put a yellow and a grey one in each bow.

- “I don’t see any difference at all!”
- “Me neither. But let’s move on now, we got a long road a head.”
 
I have been following this from the beginning and can keep my silence no longer! You have a very well written saga here, Cornelius. Well paced, exciting, and most interesting!

Plan on getting a PM! :D
 
as a reminder to readers ( and also as a bump), I'd like to say that this thread will still be open for comments on the parts I've posted here. Other comments can be PM. there's a small chance that I'll repost part by part in a new thread for each, to make commenting more simple ( I think it's a downer for people to read all those extracts with comment in between) . It'd make it easier for me to explain certain things to.
 
I'm planning on starting new threads on this, one thread per part and so...
if you want PM on this, please PM me first, I kinda lost most of my pm while pressing a wrong combo of buttons :O
 
Good Grief. It is taking me ages to get through this.

Again the dialogue is beautifully done. It flows easily and expresses the spirits of the characters.

The description of the armoury also richens the story. But, for the first time :eek:, I have some things I would change.

"They walked through the armory, which was rather big." - 'Rather big' could be written differently.
"There was a weird kind of pitch-black cloth." - 'Wierd' could be changed to something more specific.
"I hid them Key in here, you know." - I could not understand what this line meant.

The list of stuff is nice, but I would change the line above it from:

"These are some of the most important things on the list, but there were many more trinkets:" to 'the list included' and let the objects flow from there without breaking the rythm.

I'll say it again. The whole thing is engaging.
 
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Greetings, and thank you so much, Grownup :)
if you want the newest versions, I'd be glad to send them to you by email ( I will need an adres first), glad to see you're enjoing the story...

Long time no see :) it is time for me to reread " saphire hunter" I've read it through, and I like it a lot, but my memory fails me now ( and this isn't the proper place) to give an exstensive comment I remeber the different stories, the ones in " the real world" and the ones in the other realm... and that I liked the story the student life was only one of many things, and the items ( the way he gets them), the people introducing the realm, the threat in both worlds...

see you later, and thanks for reading :)

smile smile smile smile smile
 
Just wanted to drop you a line, Cornelius, I'm about half way through what you sent me (and enjoying every minute of it, I might add)....but waiting until I have finished it before I give comment.

Thus far tho....EXCELLENT! :D
 
I must add that the part you got isn't edited at all, except for the first ten pages maybe. Rosemary is working on it though, and she is doing G R E A T great! thanks for reading, Alicia, I hope that the spelling and grammar isn't putting to much of a downer on it ...
 
Not at all....to be honest, I'm too engrossed into what's going on to really be paying attention. It really is a great story!
 
greetings :D

I just want to say that my lovely editor has managed to edit already half of the current 85 pages. If you want to (re)read the first (edited) forty pages, just PM me, and we'll see how we can arrange it. As for the onces that have already received my work, I'd be more than glad to give answers to your questions. You may always ask me my MSn adres. that's it for now, take care :)
 
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