User:Nykki/Chapter 01

Elona: A Guild Wars Fan Fiction, Part 1

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Elona. Land of the Golden Sun.

A Land of Wealth and Bounty.

A Land of Heroes.

A Land protected by its Champions, the Order of the Sunspears.

A Shadow now falls upon this Land.

A Shadow of an ancient and forgotten darkness.

Night Falls. The time of the five gods is at an end.

Right at this moment, that golden sun engulfed the western sky over Kamadan, blistering the delicate skin of Tyrian and Canthan traders. The forbidding tropic heat of Istan could be ignored for the economic prosperity the trading community promises. Kamadan is the trading center of the entire world, attracting people from all backgrounds. Many come here first for finding a buyer or a seller for whatever item interests them. Others enjoy getting rich off the basic principle of "buy low, sell high". The girls of the Exclave are the latter.

"You've made a good bit of gold!" Verdandi chirped as she handed a shirtless Monk a plump coinpurse of platinum. His body paint was beginning to drip from the excessively high temperatures. The fact that he was, like most male Monks, very obviously overweight did not help.

The stubby little Monk opened his fat mouth then closed it again as he planned the best response, if any. He was feeling uncomfortable.

"You've made a rare shield!" uttered the Monk, unamused.

"Blessings of Akatosh upon you!" Verdandi grinned.

"You, too."

Verdandi flashed a bigger grin, and the Monk left. He obviously didn't get the joke.

Immediately, Verdandi equipped the rare shield she paid half-price for and waltzed over to the reflective surface of the water. She had to lift one arm to block the beaming sunglare bouncing off the surface. Peering from the canals was a tiny Canthan woman in slick black Monument armor. Her unusual scar patterns marked her as a practicing Ritualist. The woman in the water then grimaced at the way the unpolished floating texture she brandished clipped into her side. It hardly even matched her armor anyways.

Glancing around one last time to make sure that overweight Monk was out of earshot, she announced,

"Selling Kanaxai's Defender!"

"Hello there!" a terrible Breton accent called to Verdandi softly. "Would trading an Everlasting Kahmu tonic for your shield be acceptable?"

"Never. Wait, it's you," Verdandi wheeled around to see her twin sister, Skuld. "What do you want?"

"Nothing in particular. I was just told to relay a message from da King of Warriors."

"Oh?"

"After once in the past in The Deep, Kanaxai once said to use Unbreakable Barrage on Breton The Lady Master Togo to Brother Mhenlo long ago to me."

"Excellent! Then let's vanquish a nearby area…I've heard that Snake Dance is swarming with foes, and the people of the Southern Shiverpeaks would appreciate the help. Quickly, this way!"

The twins of the Exclave traveled to Tyria and readied their ritualistic magic for combat. Both noticed the familiar face approaching them at the same time…none other than the voice acting genius of Darryl Kurylo.

"WHAOIAH MASTER TOGO. I DID NOT KNOW YOU WERE HERE!"

"Students," the nasal voice squawked from the aging man. A nearby Ranger raised his bow, mistaking the address as the call of a wounded waterfowl. "Kanaxai has returned. I must exact my revenge upon him. Students, we must go to Kanaxai's Lair in The Deep. I pray that we will not be too late."

Verdandi leaned closer to Skuld.

"Pray…? Wow, I think he's a Christian."

"Me, too," Skuld whispered back. "I really do think so…"