One autumn evening, a weary, old traveler limped his way down the forest road to the Golden Ale Inn. Once inside, the traveler went to order a beer but all of a sudden terrible spasms and vomiting over took him. A night elf ranger named Alden Quellunn, and his owl, Tuln, rushed over to him, to try and calm the man. The traveler was able to tell Alden that he had a certain artifact he wanted Alden to take to Farshire, the ruined kingdom, and their he would find an alter, that could destroy the artifact. He was about to say more, but another spasm over took him, and he broke his neck. Alden looked in the traveler`s pack and found the artifact wrapped in cloth, just then a human wizard came over, bumped the dead man`s sleeve to reveal infected, greenish cuts that oozed a yellowish puss. The wizard gasped, and said;
"I would like to see the end of this mystery, a wizard is always looking for more knowledge. What is your name, night elf?"
"Alden Quellunn, and this is my owl friend, Tuln, what`s your`s?"
"Edmand Olvarson."
"Hay, ho! What`s this you speak of an adventure? Normal life starting to bore me, oh yes, my name is Allrun Fulurnson, and I am a noble paladin!"
"I guess the three of us can go together then?" Said Alden, and they did, starting on their long, dangerous journey to Farshire.
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