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Where be Vanima?
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Rhydin in all its glory is still the home to evil demons, hiding in the darkest corners of every tavern, creatures appearing from the shadows of the alley ways. It is enough to drive a man mad.
Vanima Valley was discovered by two young pioneers on a search of a place in which they could escape the horrors of the big city. Journying west across the Iron Peak mountains, passing through many small dwarf villages, yet even there they found it was not safe.
Following an old beaten down path which had not been walked since the times of the great wars which devided the world into its many realms. Soon the road could go no further and they walked the snow forest whcih surronded them for quite some time, determined to find refuge in a cruel, heartless world.
Late at night while Katilina, slept and the young elven boy Peter tended to the fire a faint glow could be seen with in the forest. Slowly moving towards them the glowing light made its way through the trees, rubbing his eyes Peter woke Kat and pointed toward the light.
At first neither could make out what it was until it hovered a few yards away, a small fairy fluttered its wings, watching them with curiosity. The elf boy got to his feet to greet the small one but found he scared it away.
Drawn by sheer curiosity the two got to there horses and galloped after it, drawn by the soft golden light as if it was the only star to lead them in an ocean of night.
The fairy, swerving in between trees as if they were no obsticle, lead them through the forest until disappering through some bushes. With out thinking Katilina chased after it, followed by her friend. Yet the two found that through the bush itself the ground dropped away, there horses slipping down a steep bank, nearly falling over.
Stopping and jumping off his poney Peter checked his steed for injurys. How ever his accomplise was looking about her with wonder in her eyes, tapping Peter on the shoulder Kat motion to the ground around them.
Raising his head and looking around his mouth dropped open in aww as he looked at there surrondings. They were in a wide, circular valley, with many small hills rolling across the land.
It's tall stone walls reaching up to the heavens, ending in peaks which sloped down as mountains on the other side of the valley. The valley was at the foot of a tall, snowy mountain, which was named Gargeious after a famous war general that was said to be buried some where along the ridge.
From the mountain flowed a crystal clear river, that dropped off into a waterfall over the vertical stone walls of the valley, its silvery falls crashing into a large lake.
The forest slowly thinned out as it opened up to the valley, turning into plains with tall, uncut grass upon them. A few twinkles of light like fallen stars could be seen dancing across the grass, more of the small fairys playing in the moonlight.
The two new that now, they were home...
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The sun slowly sinks in the evening sky, lighting up the sky in a firey red, creating a silouette of a figure sitting atop the ridge of the valley.
A small boy sits atop a rock next to the river which drops over the sharp edge of the cliff, yet the crashes of the falls were drowned out by the sound of pan-pipes as he played his music.
A slow haunting tune, gentle and quiet but at the same time captivating, the listener finding it hard to concentrate on any thing else.
The boy looks like he is very young, only around six or seven years of age. But time has no meaning and his true age some odd three centurys old.
He is what's known as an Amada, a race of creatures that legend told to have died out long ago. Peter, beleiving he is the last of his kind, trys his best to be good but often finds himself drowning his sorrows in a bottle of whisky.
He is a library of information, remembering the times of old when the world was at peace. Knowing long forgotten storys that only the oldest dragons of the east can remember.
I kind but tortured soul, having to watch each of his family die in several different adventures of his life, yet he has all ways come out on top, even after the loose of a loved one.
He now owns Eldalielond, the Elf haven, home to all those in CoER.
At first Peter seems to be a jolly, barhopping child. But there is all ways more than there seems, keeping many dark secrets from even his best of friends...
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Peter Sunflower
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