Traveling to the Sundren border was a treacherous one: from having been attacked by brigands not far from the Gate of the Sunderer, to the time on the roads and trails all the way from Waterdeep. Eli spent his time with the merchant caravan helping on the night-watch and general guard duties, earning his way to the fabled lands of the Sundren Valley. Memories accompanied him on his journey, dreams of what lies ahead, of what Fate has in store for him. Fate or Luck, didn't truly matter to Eli as he was determined to make his own mark and master his own luck.
Fate came upon him in the dead of night although, all set to make the last stretch to the Gate before dawn. Eli was on the night-watch and was making his patrol of the circled wagon encampment with his shortbow in hand. Out of seemingly nowhere, a brute of a brigand with an axe charged at Eli. He turned to face the brigand, without enough time to even raise the alarm, and all he could do was dodge the attack. Though with a crack of his bow against the axeman's side in a parried response, it threw the brute off some. All the while, the encampment was under attack from all sides.
A few caravans were set ablaze, the flames lighting up the darkness. The silhouette of his opponent was at him again favoring the high but slow attack. Eli dodge the blade fairly with ease, cracking him on the back of the head with his bow. Of course, it splintered into two though it did phase the brute enough and managed to grapple the brute in order to get a few knees in at the brigand's side. His opponent easily broke free with a loud growl however and pushed Eli back, cracking him in the face with the axe. Which made him fall backwards unconscious, and the brute readied with a downward cleave to finish off the squirrelly little man before him.
As Fate would have it, it seemed the Lady truly smiled on Eli that night as the brigand was taken down by an arrow just before he swung the axe. Right through the neck and the brute dropped his axe and fell to the ground right on top of Eli.
Eli would awaken in the infirmary of the Legion Chapterhouse. He was told of what happened to his caravan, only a few would have survived the night. Some in a far worse condition than himself; he prayed for good fortune and mercy for those who still were trying to cling to life. After being apprised of what happened, he would be enlisted to investigate terrorizing acts within the City, rumors of a local gang to be orchestrating them.
"I need your name and where you hail from, before you can leave." The Legionnaire at the infirmary door exclaimed.
"Name's Eli Dentyn, and I'm from Waterdeep..."
Fate came upon him in the dead of night although, all set to make the last stretch to the Gate before dawn. Eli was on the night-watch and was making his patrol of the circled wagon encampment with his shortbow in hand. Out of seemingly nowhere, a brute of a brigand with an axe charged at Eli. He turned to face the brigand, without enough time to even raise the alarm, and all he could do was dodge the attack. Though with a crack of his bow against the axeman's side in a parried response, it threw the brute off some. All the while, the encampment was under attack from all sides.
A few caravans were set ablaze, the flames lighting up the darkness. The silhouette of his opponent was at him again favoring the high but slow attack. Eli dodge the blade fairly with ease, cracking him on the back of the head with his bow. Of course, it splintered into two though it did phase the brute enough and managed to grapple the brute in order to get a few knees in at the brigand's side. His opponent easily broke free with a loud growl however and pushed Eli back, cracking him in the face with the axe. Which made him fall backwards unconscious, and the brute readied with a downward cleave to finish off the squirrelly little man before him.
As Fate would have it, it seemed the Lady truly smiled on Eli that night as the brigand was taken down by an arrow just before he swung the axe. Right through the neck and the brute dropped his axe and fell to the ground right on top of Eli.
Eli would awaken in the infirmary of the Legion Chapterhouse. He was told of what happened to his caravan, only a few would have survived the night. Some in a far worse condition than himself; he prayed for good fortune and mercy for those who still were trying to cling to life. After being apprised of what happened, he would be enlisted to investigate terrorizing acts within the City, rumors of a local gang to be orchestrating them.
"I need your name and where you hail from, before you can leave." The Legionnaire at the infirmary door exclaimed.
"Name's Eli Dentyn, and I'm from Waterdeep..."
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