Author Note
: I'll be writing when I have time on this piece. I plan on having it being a series, bringing new chapters when I can. Any and all feedback and comments are welcome. I'll be looking forward to the audience assisting in curtailing the story by providing hypothesis on what may or may not happen. This will be the first time I have written a piece for the story section instead of judging them in competitoins... so we'll see how it goes.
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The elder boards were bound together by rune nails, allowing not even a breath of air to escape from their containment. The handcrafted planks were made into the finest of casks, allowing only the purest of pure brews to be contained therein. Rows and rows of these fine casks were aligned on a shelf, for it was lore that the finest of drinks must be kept in the casks of elder logs. For in them was a delicious wine, made from the finest grapes of the land, said to contain unique and mysterious, magical powers.
Only the richest of kings, the grandest of warriors, and the canniest of wizards knew of this brew. And of them, only the bravest of all would pursue such drinks, as to many of them, such contents was pure fable; an old story passed on from generation to generation.
The house in which this magical brew was created sat atop a hill, overlooking the lands of its farm, which was granted by the Gods. It was built in the later parts of the fourth age, after the end of the God Wars, when Gielinor was rebuilding from ruins. Akin to the house was a farm that sat behind it, which could be seen for miles and miles, a vineyard untouched from the devastating wars. It was said in old myth that the Gods placed a spell on the crops, to protect them from harm, as they too knew the importance of such harvest. Retired
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CHAPTER ONE
The elder boards were bound together by rune nails, allowing not even a breath of air to escape from their containment. The handcrafted planks were made into the finest of casks, allowing only the purest of pure brews to be contained therein. Rows and rows of these fine casks were aligned on a shelf, for it was lore that the finest of drinks must be kept in the casks of elder logs. For in them was a delicious wine, made from the finest grapes of the land, said to contain unique and mysterious, magical powers.
Only the richest of kings, the grandest of warriors, and the canniest of wizards knew of this brew. And of them, only the bravest of all would pursue such drinks, as to many of them, such contents was pure fable; an old story passed on from generation to generation.
The house in which this magical brew was created sat atop a hill, overlooking the lands of its farm, which was granted by the Gods. It was built in the later parts of the fourth age, after the end of the God Wars, when Gielinor was rebuilding from ruins. Akin to the house was a farm that sat behind it, which could be seen for miles and miles, a vineyard untouched from the devastating wars. It was said in old myth that the Gods placed a spell on the crops, to protect them from harm, as they too knew the importance of such harvest. Retired
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27-Mar-2015 04:10:37 - Last edited on 27-Mar-2015 16:04:51 by Risk Wizard