In the Elven Kingdom of Yllianthyr, the courtwizard started the day as usual. First he checked everything, for he was a cautious mage. That’s what had kept him alive in more troublesome times. But even now, when peace had come to the lands he still was careful.
Everything seemed normal. Now he could go on with his business. He went to his large table on the left side of the room. His entire quarters were made out of solid wood. Magically shaped out of the trees that stood here. His tower literally grown from the ground. Branches formed archways that led from one room to another.
He sat in his chair, bending over the table his nose in the magical books. Research was his main task as a courtwizard, along with advising the king of course. He was a very influential man. And proud of it.
His visitor rune on his desk lit up. Meaning there was someone unknown approaching. A bit irritated by the disturbance he stood from his chair and looked out of a window, in the direction the rune had indicated. In the distance he saw three figures riding his way on horses. ‘Well well, an official visit then’ he thought. He prepared himself by memorizing some defensive spells and putting on his finest robe. A large green one with a hood that left only his face slightly visible, covering his long golden hair. Then he started down towards his front door.
The party of three stood before his door. The mage looked through his spyglass in the door. He saw three humans standing there. One female, and two male. The males seemed to be the escort for the female, since they were in armor and the female was only dressed in a fabulous white, satin dress. Her long red hair curled splendidly over her shoulders and her bright green eyes were filled with life. The left male knocked on the door. The mage waited a few moments and then opened the door.
‘Greetings strangers, what brings thee here, in this long forgotten forest?’ He said.
‘Greetings to you great Archmage’, the female said, ‘I am in need of your services honored Gelliorthor.’
The two males just stood quietly behind her. ‘Is that so’ Gelliorthor answered. ‘It would seem I need a little more information than that. Perhaps we should continue our business in my quarters.’
The female looked at her guards. ‘Only the one with the necessary information will be allowed in my quarters, the mage added’
The female agreed though not happily.
So the guards waited outside, and the mysterious woman followed the wizard towards his room.
Gelliorthor sat in his chair, facing the female on the other side of the table. ‘Well then, state your business.’ He said.
‘First of all, let me introduce myself’ the female said. ‘I am Sedina Summerbranch, one of the leading priestesses of Sûne. I’m here on a matter of great importance.’ She moved her hand over her head, removing the hair hanging in her face. Gelliorthor now saw the true beauty of this female, even by elven standards. It would not have surprised him is she would have had Elven ancestors. He also noticed her full breasts, tightly pressed up in her dress. In any case this was the most beautiful human female he had ever encountered. She continued. ‘A plague has broken out in the human lands of Althyr. Hundreds of people are dying and coming towards us for help. But our healing skills aren’t sufficient. We prayed to Sûne for an answer, but all we got was this recipe for a new strange potion. We have all but one ingredient.’
‘And that’s where I fit in I believe’ Gelliorthor answered slowly.