Sword-Singer of Aridia
The Book, and it’s History
The Sword-Singer was written by a Drow, who was imprisoned from stealing a loaf of bread. Not much is known of the author. But from his time in prison, he has written many tales. The Sword-Singer of Aridia became one of its most famous tales. In modern day, Aridia. The Book has fallen out of popularity. However, a family within Aridia has picked up the book, and began reselling it with hand-written copies. The Cervant Family, with Magnolia aith Cervant wanting to become a Sword-Singer herself, she and her family members sell the story in a leather book with old, dusty, pages. Chapter One
The story begins with a hero, a charming drow, with a name only known to the reader as the Sword-Singer. He is flamboyant, cunning, and a joyful man. He sings the tales of his own blade. And in this journey, he begins his most dangerous one yet. Equipped with his sabre, and white-shire, he begins riding out to the dunes. Kissing Aridia, goodbye. For his journey calls to him, to gain more tales to sing from his blade. Chapter Two
The Galloping, the heat. The sweat. The Sword-Singer takes a break from his ride, as he drinks from his water-skin. That is before an arrow shot through, and almost hit the charming Sword-Singer. One, two, three, four. The rhythm begins, as he begins riding out towards where the arrow was shot by. One, two, three, four. The sabre connects his hit, a goblin ravaged by hunger falls. One, two, three, four. The Goblin bleeding his life away, he tells the Sword-Singer a story. A story of the deep-sea, a story of creatures, a story of the Parthanite Demon. “Then let it be known ‘til your own death, Goblin. This Parthanite Demon will be slain by me, for I am Aridia’s People. For Astraleus’ flame guides me!” The Sword-Singer begins riding out towards the west. To slay such a beast. Chapter Three
As he rode towards the west, towards the coast of Aridia’s dessert. He would get off the white-shire. As he began marching forward to the ocean. He would remove his plates of armor, as he kept his sabre in hand. The Sword-Singer began his dive towards the deep within the ocean… But that is when he found it, deep within the coast. He felt his breath of air unease, as he would quickly swim upwards to catch a break. But something helped him. Some force rushed the ocean upwards, a mighty roar was heard at the shore, and the Sword-Singer saw it as he washed up into the shore. A blue-skinned giant, ridden with sea-weed, his face was gaunt, but his muscles were mighty. Markings along his body would label him as a Parthanite. Could it be some kind of child of the sea-goddess? No, it’s an abomination. And it shall be taken to Astraleus’ Golden Inferno. And the Sword-Singer fought with only sabre in hand, he fought for hours, stabbing the giant, dodging its blows. It fought on, on, and on. ‘Til the giant finally grabbed the Sword-Singer, himself. And as the Giant was going to eat the Sword-Singer… A flame bursted. The sabre shot out a holy flame, a flame white in color, and most righteous. Astraleus’ very own flame… For it was the Sword-Singer’s finest kill. The Giant falled, and within the ocean depths, you could find its body today. The Sword-Singer would be swept up shore, no evidence of his kill, yet he told the towns-folk of such a kill, of such a grand venture. Do you believe in the Sword-Singer?
The Sword-Singer was written by a Drow, who was imprisoned from stealing a loaf of bread. Not much is known of the author. But from his time in prison, he has written many tales. The Sword-Singer of Aridia became one of its most famous tales. In modern day, Aridia. The Book has fallen out of popularity. However, a family within Aridia has picked up the book, and began reselling it with hand-written copies. The Cervant Family, with Magnolia aith Cervant wanting to become a Sword-Singer herself, she and her family members sell the story in a leather book with old, dusty, pages. Chapter One
The story begins with a hero, a charming drow, with a name only known to the reader as the Sword-Singer. He is flamboyant, cunning, and a joyful man. He sings the tales of his own blade. And in this journey, he begins his most dangerous one yet. Equipped with his sabre, and white-shire, he begins riding out to the dunes. Kissing Aridia, goodbye. For his journey calls to him, to gain more tales to sing from his blade. Chapter Two
The Galloping, the heat. The sweat. The Sword-Singer takes a break from his ride, as he drinks from his water-skin. That is before an arrow shot through, and almost hit the charming Sword-Singer. One, two, three, four. The rhythm begins, as he begins riding out towards where the arrow was shot by. One, two, three, four. The sabre connects his hit, a goblin ravaged by hunger falls. One, two, three, four. The Goblin bleeding his life away, he tells the Sword-Singer a story. A story of the deep-sea, a story of creatures, a story of the Parthanite Demon. “Then let it be known ‘til your own death, Goblin. This Parthanite Demon will be slain by me, for I am Aridia’s People. For Astraleus’ flame guides me!” The Sword-Singer begins riding out towards the west. To slay such a beast. Chapter Three
As he rode towards the west, towards the coast of Aridia’s dessert. He would get off the white-shire. As he began marching forward to the ocean. He would remove his plates of armor, as he kept his sabre in hand. The Sword-Singer began his dive towards the deep within the ocean… But that is when he found it, deep within the coast. He felt his breath of air unease, as he would quickly swim upwards to catch a break. But something helped him. Some force rushed the ocean upwards, a mighty roar was heard at the shore, and the Sword-Singer saw it as he washed up into the shore. A blue-skinned giant, ridden with sea-weed, his face was gaunt, but his muscles were mighty. Markings along his body would label him as a Parthanite. Could it be some kind of child of the sea-goddess? No, it’s an abomination. And it shall be taken to Astraleus’ Golden Inferno. And the Sword-Singer fought with only sabre in hand, he fought for hours, stabbing the giant, dodging its blows. It fought on, on, and on. ‘Til the giant finally grabbed the Sword-Singer, himself. And as the Giant was going to eat the Sword-Singer… A flame bursted. The sabre shot out a holy flame, a flame white in color, and most righteous. Astraleus’ very own flame… For it was the Sword-Singer’s finest kill. The Giant falled, and within the ocean depths, you could find its body today. The Sword-Singer would be swept up shore, no evidence of his kill, yet he told the towns-folk of such a kill, of such a grand venture. Do you believe in the Sword-Singer?
Comments