magnus-the-fox

II: Bad News     Andrial saw the scout enter Mergyl's chamber. At that time, the enchanter was preparing some sort of potion. As the scout entered he said, "Ah, what news do you bring from Malyndron?"     "The have been small groups of Marauders scouting the area, but the port has not seen any battle yet," the scout answered.     Mergyl scratched his beard in contemplation. "Hm…they must be planning a siege of some sort, but from which direction, I am unsure of. We must wait for the scouting party to return from the south for more information."     Andrial confused, excited, and scared. All these feeling over this siege of which the t

I: The Fisherman's Apprentice "Bring up the net!" called Tortri.     The young fisherman, Andrial, hastily pulled up the net with hopes of success. His spirits faded when he came to realize the net had ripped. "I-I am truly sorry, Tortri. I tended to the net this morning! I swear!" Andrial hurriedly explained.     Tortri carefully examined where the net had torn. "Looks to me you didn't do too well with that. Hmm…" he studied the net for some time while Andrial sunk into even lower spirits. "Ah, don't fret, my young apprentice, you'll get it soon enough. It takes much practice, patience, and a whole heck of a lotta rope!" Tortri hardily