There was a time when the world of Sarin was rife with chaos. Demons, under the loose rein of their leader, Sybilis, roamed the land. They wreaked havoc on man and monster alike. For generations, the demons were thought to be unstoppable. All of the other races were at the mercy of them, until the day came that an Elven warrior named Mar’Or discovered the Aetheroot, an artifact of seemingly unlimited power. He entered into a covenant with the Aetheroot, and using its might, he sealed Sybilis away in an alternate dimension.
1000 years have passed since Sybilis was banished, and in that time, Sarin has flourished. The descendants of Mar’Or still rule over Sarin, and protect it with the power of the Aetheroot, but the demons have not forgotten their age of glory, and they are not resigned to their fate. The time for the Aetherstorm has come.
Wild boars are not very agreeable by their nature. Luca had found that they were even less agreeable when you were trying to turn them into dinner. Luca sat in the branches of an ancient tree, looking down at the boar whom he had so offended. Luca’s simple bronze sword lay useless in the bushes near the base of the tree. The choice had been simple; either drop the sword and keep climbing, or fall from the tree and be mauled by the boar. Luca had made what he believed to be the smart choice, but as he sat in the tree, cornered, he began to doubt his own wisdom.
The creature rammed the tree with its tusks, and the tree shook from the impact. Luca’s doubts were beginning to grow into real fear. The branch on which Luca sat creaked beneath him. Surely this dumb animal couldn’t knock him from this tree… Could it? The creature trudged angrily a little further away from the base of the tree this time, and then came at a dead run into it. This time Luca heard the sound of wood snapping, but it was not in the tree falling, or his branch breaking… The boar had lodged its tusk in the trunk of the tree. An enraged grunt echoed off of the short grass below. The animal was stuck.
Luca did not wait for his adversary to free itself. He reached into his pack and produced a dagger. It was not nearly as impressive to the eye as his sword, but Luca was not vain. A dead enemy is a dead enemy, no matter how he is slain. Luca adjusted his positioning on the branch ever so slightly as he prepared to descend upon the boar and slay it, but just as he was about to jump he felt a whisper of leaves crossing the forest floor in the periphery of his consciousness. There was something about the slight noise that startled Luca. The small hairs on the back of his neck stood, and goose bumps rose between them. Someone was using magic.
A ball of flame erupted from the bushes not far from where Luca’s sword lay, and buried itself in the hide of the boar, sending the sounds of the creatures suffering and the smell of singed hair and flesh wafting up to Luca where he sat. The creature was obviously weakened but not dead. Luca leapt down, landing on the beast’s back blade first. He allowed the unfortunate creature to break his fall, and then he swiftly hid behind it. Whoever had launched that spell at the boar would probably not like to share this kill.
“Luca!” a voice entreated from the bushes. It was a familiar voice.
“Is that you, Garron?” Luca called back from behind the boar.
“Of course it is you dumb clod. Who else would half cook your dinner for you, even before you’d killed it,” Garron answered. His answer removed all doubt as to his identity.
“I would have had that beast even without your help. Might have even been easier without you,” Luca chuckled as he stood.
“Aye, it may be so,” Garron answered, “but it would’ve been twice as hard for you to carry him home, and ten times as hard to cook him without a mage around to light your fire for you.” He emerged from the bushes, revealing his bronzed face, the leather cape that he seemed never to remove, and the red spell book that he seemed never to put down. On his face was a genuine smile. Luca bent down and grabbed one of the boar’s hooves. He felt the warmth of his strength amulet against his chest as he hauled the bulky beast off of the ground and over his shoulder with one arm. Garron regarded him with a look of amusement, before he opened his spell book and began to whisper.
Luca felt the weight of the boar on his shoulder lessen as the creature was lifted from his grasp. He had never seen Garron use that spell before, but nothing much the young mage did surprised him anymore. The two warriors ambled off toward Luca’s camp, laughing.