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Falls has a minion!

Amlodd the Calypte

Falls
Legacy Name: Falls

The

Glade Neela
Owner:

nervous

Age: 3 years, 11 months, 1 week

Born: May 7th, 2020

Adopted: 2 years, 4 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: December 1st, 2021

Statistics

Level: 5
Strength: 11
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 100
Books Read: 100
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

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Heroes

Moe is an ordinary human with extraordinary ability. His foundation for justice and law is strong and unshakable. What he wants more than anything is for order to be restored in Gielinor. His heart is loyal to his people and his son.

Zo is lionhearted human and marches to the beat of his own drum. He has a strong moral compass that points him in the direction of doing the right thing, no matter what the consequences are. He is quick with a sword, but even quicker in wit.

Pip is a gentle souled elf residing in the deepest woods of Tirannwn. He comes from a line of warriors, but his true purpose in life is to spread lightness in nature and grace.

Home

It was still dark outside when Moe slipped into the small bedroom to wake up his son. To his surprise, Zo was already sitting on the side of the bed, shrugging on his overshirt.
Moe leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. He couldn’t help but smile. “You’re up early. For once.”
“I’m just ready to get started,” Zo replied with a grin, hopping up. As he stuffed his feet into his leather boots, he continued. “I’ve been waiting for this day forever!”
Moe unhitched himself from where he leaned and nodded. “Well, be ready as soon as you can. Meet me downstairs once you’re dressed.”
Zo nodded enthusiastically, and Moe turned and padded back down the steps.

It was the day that Zo was to start his training for the Avian clan army. Moe had been a member of Armadyl’s forces since the day he was born. He was brought up in a world ruled by justice, law, loyalty, and rules. Although Moe knew that his son was already fitting to be a great warrior, especially at his young age, Moe couldn’t help but to wonder how well Zo would get on with his fellow warriors.

It wasn’t that Zo was not fit for it, in fact, he was quite the opposite. Since he could walk, Zo was extremely adept with swordsmanship. He was quick on his feet, resourceful, and agile. He was born with the blood of lions running through his veins.
However, as well as that, since he was little, Zo had a way of making his own rules. The rules of the clan never suited him much. He liked to make things up as he went along, relying on instincts and his own moral compass pointing him in the direction of what he wanted to do in the moment.

Moe decided not to pay it much more thought. He trusted his son. He had to.

Journey

The two traveled on horseback through the wooded area of Kandarin, walking along the river that separated Kandarin from Tirannwn. The day was the first day of training, and the two needed to get supplies from The Tirannwn elves. The elves had a strained relationship with humans, but over the ages it had softened around the edges. The humans from Asgarnia’s avian army often traded with the elves of Tirannwn. Asgarnia produced fine metals, weapons, and produce, and in return, the elves produced fine potions, herbs, and medicines. That day, Moe was taking his son along with him to pick up the herbs from the Tirannwn representative. Moe usually went by himself as to save his son the trip, but it was time Zo met the Tirannwn elves, as he was becoming a soldier, and it was time he were to be exposed to his new allies.

Once they hit the clearing, the man and his son dismounted their horses.

Zo knew about the training that every Avian went through to become a soldier. He did not mind hard work like long journeys through Asgarnia and Kandarin, foraging, fighting, and everything in between. In fact, he loved those things. He was born to be a warrior, and he knew that. But there was something about the strict rules of the Avian army that he struggled to hold. He wanted to make his mother proud, but it was all do this and do that, and never question why, but Zo wanted to question why. He needed to know the reason why, behind everything, and he wanted to be able to think for himself.

Zo scanned the horizon as Moe was collecting gold pieces from his satchel. He narrowed his eyes. “Mom.”
“What?” Moe asked, not even turning around.
Zo squinted. Distantly, he could see smoke.
Without another word, Zo swiftly mounted his horse and took off across the bridge towards the Tirannwn camp.
“Zo!” Moe called, but his voice was distant as Zo surged towards the camp.

Fate

As Moe sped after his son, now in the distance, the forest was eerily quiet. There was no coo of owls, no sound of rabbits foraging in the dense grass, and as Moe caught up to Zo at the border of the camp, there were no elves.
Nothing.
No one.
The only thing that hung in the air was the stifling scent of smoke, hanging in thick droves over the camp.

Zo scanned the camp, his eyes narrowed. “Something happened.”
He steered his horse in the direction of the Tirannwn camp base, and saw something sparkling cruelly in the grass. He unmounted his horse and picked it up. It was a sword blade, missing the hilt. Heavy, yet delicately made, and a silver and black in color. Moe was at his side, unmounting his horse.
Zo offered the blade to Moe. “What is it?”
It was silent for a moment. “Zamorkian,” Moe finally said. “The trolls were here.”
Moe jumped up to mount his horse and started back towards Kandarin.
“What are you doing?” Zo exclaimed, quickly sending after him. “We have to stay here. We have to search for survivors!”
“We are going back,” Moe replied tensely. “We’re going to send for the army to accompany us back here.”
“It could be too late by then!” Zo stopped in his tracks. “I’m staying.”
“You are not.”
“I have to stay and search-“
“You are not staying!” Moe roared.
Zo flinched back. He had never heard Moe raise his voice at him. The look in his light eyes was hard and unmoving.
“We’re going back,” Moe repeated again with finality.
Zo had no choice but to obey.

Calling

As Zo started off with Moe, the sound of a scream pierced the air.
Zo steered his horse around in a quick whip of motion and started off towards the scream. The hell with the rules. The hell with the army. Someone was in trouble, and he needed to help.

The hooves of Moe’s horse sounded behind him, and Zo surged forward as the scream drew near.
“Is anyone here?” The man’s voice rattled. “Hello? Eluned? Iorwerth? Hello?”
Zo cleared the camp and standing at the border of Isafdar, an elven man stood, gazing at the camp in awe.
“You there!” Moe shouted, drawing close. “What happened here?”
“I’m not sure I-“ the man narrowed his eyes. “Avian?”
“We just got here,” Zo explained quickly, forcing strength in his voice. “We don’t know what happened.”
“Oh,” the man fell to his knees. “Oh, it’s true. It’s true!”
“What’s true?” Moe demanded. “What is your name?”
“I am Pip, I am the seer of Tirannwn,” the man, Pip, pressed his face into his hands. “The prophecy was true!”
Zo unmounted his horse and yanked Pip up from the ground by his shoulders. “Explain what happened, and we can help you.” He could feel Moe’s eyes burning into his back, but he did not waver. This was what it meant to be a soldier. He needed to help.
“The Zamorkian armies came. They kidnapped our people, and they are taking them somewhere.”
“Where is somewhere?”
“Somewhere… Frozen. There is ice everywhere. It’s so cold there…” Pip’s eyes fluttered shut. “I can’t… I can’t see anything right now…”
Zo glanced over his shoulder at Moe. To his surprise, Moe’s face was drained of color, and his jaw was clenched.
You know where? Zo asked silently.
“Come with us back to Asgarnia,” Moe nodded at Pip. “We will move out by dusk.”
“Move out where?” Pip asked.
“Forinthry.”