It has been four days since the Dark Elves brought Kelnin to their trading city, Malullcho. They welcomed Kelnin to their city, then drafted him into the army, putting him into the Wizards's Brigade, and marching him to the frontier of Cho with Alsthrinyulner. So Kelnin, along with a few hundred other drow soldiers and mages, went back across the Avwan Mountains through a secret pass. Kelnin saw a few other Gray Elves among the army, and he thought he saw whipping scars on them. Though he had no major grudge against Night Elves, they would most likely see him an outcast, he mostly wanted Wood Elf blood, and above them, Nanlyr, his former associate in magical experiments, the one who convinced him to do a certain banned ritual, and the one who then turned around and told the guards and had him exiled. After a few days, the Dark Elf army reached the drow front in Alsthrinyulner, a swath of cut down forest, riddled full of arrows and bodies, Kelnin could hear some fighting back in the forest. Kelnin was sent of with a small group of other spellcasters to be artillery on a knoll a little farther in the forest, along the way he could see a summoning in progress, he had seen some magical creatures already, summoning had always frightened him, he had also always failed at it, and there was an incident a few years ago.
"Summoning is unwholesome." Shuddered Kelnin, memories coming back to him. On the knoll, he and the other mages started, combined together, firing spells into the Night Elf forces. Kelnin found a way to escape, since he was magically connected with the other spellcasters, he sent killing spell to all of them, breaking through their will and snapping their spines.
"Yes! And now for my escape!" Kelnin said to himself, as he ran south to the Sylvan Sea.
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