Drunken Angel

For the first time in a thousand years, the prestigious and headstrong king of elves, Tolis Varno, has decided to venture into the treacherous world of humans and werewolves in search of a long lost powerful blade that would protect his kingdom from 
an ancient evil that has been awakened by a coven of warlocks with a sinister motive to forge a dark world.

In the wretched world of humans and werewolves, there exists no honour, grace, wisdom or courage. But it is in this world that King Tolis meets the young, incredibly wise and fierce princess Shella of the human kingdom of Arwos. 

Tolis is enchanted by this virtuous being. And their bond is growing as they travel across treacherous lands on a quest to find the mysterious blade. But will they survive the great evil that is about to conquer their kingdoms when everyone they love and trust turns out to be a traitor?

Kings And Clowns

"That's impossible. Zedon used that sword for decades." Tolis argues in a low tone as the group stealthy trails after Adriel, being careful not to rouse any more trolls. 


"Zedon did not just kill your father, he also drained his blood and used it to cleanse the sword whenever his evils poisoned it's Devine powers." Resper replies, making Tolis seethe with range. 


Shella pats his shoulder, trying to comfort him. "We can do the same to Zedon when we get the sword." She suggests in a voice filled with determination. 


"Zedon's blood cannot act as an atonement for the evils he committed with the sword. Only elvish royal blood can satiate the sword and revive it's powers." Resper corrects. 


"So King Tolis must die for the sword to regain it's powers?" Theo questions in shock. 


"Who said anything about dying? A few drops will be enough." Resper clarifies. "Your human friend obviously knew nothing about that." 


The Trail