OneShotOneKill

Elf Male

Not affiliated with an Alliance

 

 

“Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder. 
Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels. 
Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies. 
Elves are glamorous. They project glamour. 
Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment. 
Elves are terrific. They beget terror. 
The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed their meaning. 
No one ever said elves are nice. 
Elves are bad.” 
 Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies

 

When I was a happy elfling my little village was destroyed by a horde of wandering trolls. Being fond of climbing trees I watched in horror as all I ever wanted, all I ever needed was not there in my arms anymore.

A couple of owls took pity of me and took me under their wings. Time heals all, and the terrible images left me except for the disturbing nightmares I had on moonless nights.

Owls, being the kind creatures they are to the non-rodent, never talked about that night and I forgot.  It all left me to a point where I did not remember how to be an elf anymore, and by that time my name was crafted out of the gruesome attempts I made at flying. Sergito means, in the secret language of the Ragallon owls, "odd looking bird with a slightly misshapen head".

All good things must come to an end, again and again and will return to you. A hot afternoon a blazing fire took to our small forest destroying everything in its path. Fearing for my soul, my owl father whispered in my ear the horrible truth I never suspected: I was an adopted child.

Having realized my time with the owls was over I started walking the lonely paths of Ragallon, Mal Motsha and Lucerna, where I slowly started to learn what an elf is. I never forgot my origins and was always highly attuned with nature, so when I heard elves are supposed to be skilled with magic I attempted to turn myself into a mountain cat. The spell had partial success and I became half cat. A little less than half, actually only the top of my head, including my hair and ears are now those of a cat, the rest of me remains slightly clumsy as you cannot get rid of your true nature.

In one of my forages in search for knowledge I found a Cave. After some initial ruffled feathers it became my home and now it is the home of my heart, soul and feline hair. Me, the wanderer, had found a home.

If you are reading this, know that I will give all of my 10 lives for the cave. You have been warned. Don't mess with the CoK.

 

• "Few": Less than 4 units
• "Handful": 5 to 8
• "Several": 9 to 21
• "Pack": 22 to 81
• "Many": 82 to 128
• "Gathering": 129 to 227
• "Horde": 228 to 462
• "Throng": 463 to 815
• "Host": 816 to 2,500
• "Legion": 2,501 to 9,999
• "Myriad": 10,000 to 25,000
• "Sea": 25,001 to 49,999
• "Cornucopia": 50,000 or more

 

 

• 1 arrow = 1-7 squares per hour
• 2 arrows = 8-16 squares per hour
• 3 arrows = 17-25 squares per hour
• 4 arrows = 26-41 squares per hour
• 5 arrows = 41+ squares per hour

Archer's Field: 2700 wood, 1100 iron

Cavalry Parade Ground: 2700 clay, 1100 wood

Infantry Quarters: 2700 stone, 1100 iron

Spearmen's Billet: 2700 clay, 1100 iron