There are four countries in Keridin
one Keltrom two Sytra three Gevor and four Alkker. The country was origanly a whole but there was a division between the king and three powerful nobles. in the end Keridin was split up between them in four equal parts. There are four main citys one in each section of Keridin only the capital cities have offical. Alkkers capital is Kent Keltromes capital is Jekmin Gevors capital is Genron And Sytras capital is Sarr. There are many villages in every section of keridin but the dont have names on the map only a person who lives in the village could tell what the locals call it.

Handar the neiboring country of Keridin is a very war like nation and have conquored many lands across the oceans. They now focus their attention to Keridin. They have attacked piliged and burned all of Gevor. Sytra Keltrom and alkker are the next victims they have in mind.



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Havidur rode as fast as he could. The soldiers had attacked only hours after he had arrived in Ecrem. He had been visiting a freind of his when the attack had taken place. He could still remember his freinds face when a spear had been driven through him. The memory still hung over him like a rainy cloud. The day was just the opposite of havidur clear warm and suny. Havidur was from Sytra and had traveled to Gevor to see Jelk his uncles son. Havidur had ridden all day and the night before he stopped his black stallion and led it to a stream his knees wobbbled as he walked after tying Storm to a tree he slumped down against a tree and fell asleep



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Lucian hated the rain.
It stung his eyes, soaked the leather on his back, and turned the earth to slop. Still, it was unavoidable. He had taken the long way around the lake, hoping to find a small village to stay at along the narrow dirt road. His search had been in vain. Leave the city for a few years and the whole world changes on you. If it hadn't been for the soldiers he wouldn't have left Gevor. Yet they crowded the streets, blocked off the cart paths, and pillages the farms relentlessly. For what? Freedom? He cursed them daily. Lucian enjoyed quiet, and with soldiers came the opposite. As he walked in the mud and peered through the rain ahead he saw no sign of life. It looked to be an uneventful night. Until the wolves started howling. Then he remembered another reason to hate the rain. You can't see a thing until they're at your throat.

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“A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.” ~G.K. Chesterton

Havdur awoke with the sound of horses hooves ringing in his ears. He quickly jumped up untied Storm and rode as fast as he could down the road. He saw in the distance several soldiers thankfuly on foot. Havidur was near the border of Sytra He knew the king would need to hear what had befallen Gevor. Handar was a very powerful nation and had thousands of troops at its disposal it could easily conquor keridin as it did Gevor. Unless all of Keridin united that was why he needed to talk to the king.
Havidur was exhausted when he finally reached the gate of Sarr he was barely able to deliver his message to king xevrok. Once he did he was prepared a room and carried to it by severale healers who were very experienced in the use of herds and pultices. Havidur was asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow and he did not wake till lat morning and when he did he was brought to the kings chamber where he would repeat his message to the kings of Alkker and Keltrom.



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Havidur spent the rest of the day repeating his tale to many nobles and people of high esteem. A more boring job he coulddnt have found. After seven hours the seemingly unending line of people came to a none to soon end. Havidur slumped in his chair, doesnt everyone know that the Handarians could arrive at our gates in a matter of days.
Havidur spent the last few hours of the day searching out the king to try to help in whatever way he could to prepare Sarr for battle.

Aisling loved the rain. It was cool, and refreshing, and tickled her cheeks, and brought life to the earth. The smell after a rain was like a fresh new start. Mud, however, she could do without, especially on roads, and especially without a horse.

She trudged along the road, trying her best to keep out of puddles, and get home as fast as possible. The family she had worked for had sent her on an errand to the city, and she felt as though she had been traveling forever to get back to a warm fire, and good food.

In the not-too-far distance she could hear hoof beats coming up behind her, but she turned her head and just prayed that they'd leave her alone, so she could get back faster.

Then another thought occurred to her. It's getting dark, and I'm a lone woman out here, several miles still from home...it could be a robber, or a rogue soldier.

Aisling's face soured, and she thought of the small dagger concealed in her dress. If it tries to stop me, I'll run off the road, and if it follows me, I'll stab the horse.



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(meg were you planning on the hoof beats being my char? cause if so hes on foot, if not, ignore this)

The cold night air and rain found there way through Havidurs cloak and chilled him. His thoughts were a troubled mess, and his attire was soaked. This didnt help his gloomy thought. Sarr had always been his home a cheerful place full of laughter and meriment and now it was on the verge of a battle. " I will not stand by and let my country burn, I will see it return to its former Glory or die defending it ".

(oh! wow...where did i get the idea he was on a horse i wonder?:P ok. would you rather I edit, or Lucian just comes up on them while Aisling and the 'horseguy' are talking?)

(I think horseguy should attack Aisling. Ooh--hang on I'm getting plot bunnies, eeheehee.)

Sevran sloshed his way through the mud, his heavy cloak doing nothing to shield him from the rain. He was cold and miserable, and the one he followed was quite far ahead. Fortunately he could see well in the dark, and it had been raining so hard that only the elf's tracks were visible. Somehow he knew he had to find this man--he just knew that he could lead him to the Oracle.