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Felarius Windrunner
By Simon VanVactor-Lee
Chapter 1: A Cleric Called Felarius
"Graar!" Orglag Ugdar screamed as he ran toward the elf, sword held high.
Thud! The orc screamed in agony as a sword flew through his chest. Felarius walked over and pulled his sword out of the fallen orc, and wiped his blade clean.
Felarius was originally from Silvermoon City, but he had long ago left to become a wandering cleric for reasons that no one knew.
He kept going along a road that he thought led towards Astranaar.
"Stand and deliver! Yer money or yer life!" A troll stepped out from behind a bush.
"I won't give you any of my money."
"Then I'll take yer life!"
"I won't let you take that either. Either you stop robbing and taking the lives of innocents or you die."
"Never!"
"Then you die!" He easily knocked his opponent's sword out of his arm, stabbed his shoulder, leaned over, still holding his sword, and whispered one word into the troll's ear.
"Ithnal." A brilliant stream of light surged up the blade of his sword, and when it reached the troll he instantly died. He tried to make his kills as painless and quick as possible, like stabbing them through the heart as he did with the orc earlier.
He kept going. When he arrived in Astranaar, he kept going some more, only stopping for supplies.
"Zeliana is injured!" Someone shouted. "She needs a cleric!" He quickly found the person shouting.
"I am a cleric. Quick, where is she?"
"Follow me!" He followed the night elf through the city.
He came to a night elf in a bed, grasping a badly wounded leg. It looked like the skin was practically stripped from it.
"It may take a while to do, but this healing is possible. Now no one can be in this room. People passing by must be very quiet, as not to break my concentration."
"Yes sir."
"My name is Felarius. Now go on."
He took out his spell book, and turned to the proper rite of healing for this situation.
He worked through the long incantation slowly but surely, taking the proper spell components and making the proper hand gestures. Finally, after hours, he touched part of the leg that still had skin on it, and said the final word.
"Athloras!"
There was a blinding light that spread around he and Zeliana, expanding to the edges of the room, then around the door, eventually engulfing the entire building.
When the light cleared, the wound was gone.
"Thank you! Thank you!" She pushed something from her pocket, and pushed it into his hands. "Here. Take this."
"Just one question. How did you come to be injured in this way?"
"Well, I was working on the roof when I slipped and slid along the roof. Then I landed in a thicket of Mageroyal, and the thorns badly injured my leg…"
"Well be more careful next time you're working on the roof."
She laughed. "I will."
He continued through the town, and as he walked, he looked down at what she had given him. In his hand he found five glittering gold pieces and a sapphire necklace. Inscribed on the necklace he found a single word.
"Ithrial." He read the word aloud.
Instantly a green energy shield surrounded him.
"Huh. Must be a magical necklace." After a few seconds, the shield went away. Then he found a tiny note attached to it. It read; one hour. He tried to summon back the shield, and found it didn't work.
You probably have to wait one hour between each time you use it. That note is probably a reminder of the cool down time for her. He thought. It made sense.