Rhos Chwerwi

The Childhood of Rhos Chwerwi
Introduction: Axalius Blackthorn carried his small warrant against his armor; he had wrapped the child in his blue traveling cloak. He trudged stoically through a blinding snow fall toward the gates of Naggarond. A watchman challenged Axalius from the wall: “Where go Y’as runt? What business have you in Naggarond?” Axalius’ voice quaked with angry at the insolence of the posted Dread Warrior. He replied to the watchmen “Do you not recognize of my voice wreck?

The watchman replied: Axalius I didn’t recognize you … Axalius interrupted the guardsman: Open that gate this instant! I shall ascend the wall and claim your head! Quickly guardsman my patience is unworthy of you! The watchman obeyed and hastily opened the main gate of Naggarond. Axalius swaggered through the gate and spat viciously at the Dread Warrior. “Any other day flesh bag and I would gut you now, “muttered Axalius as he pasted the unnerved guardsmen. Axalius pressed through the knee high snow through the center of Naggarond. He turned left at the city center and veered toward the Temple of Kael. Axalius He climb over the bodies of the sacrificed and forced his way through the guarded doors of the temple. An acolyte of Kael tried to impend off his approach, but Axalius produced his diamond blade with his free hand.

The Seven hundred years old Druchii cleaved his lesser’s left ear off. Axalius then crushed the face of his attacker with his boot. Axalius whirled about challenging all present to attack him and asserting his right of passage. He angrily proceeded to the quarters of the maibds of Kael. Axalius rapped sharply on a door at the end of the hall. “Cynthari ! Cynthari ! Come out hag!”

Cynthari Kynth awoke from her dreams of killing a Thalken family. She stormed from her cot across stone floor to the door. Cynthari opened the door and thrush out her spine sword. Axalius caught the blade along his sword hilt and directed it up to the door frame. Cynthari fumed at Axalius’ display of skill, “Axalius! Why do you drum on my door at this hour?” Axalius nodded to the bundle in his arms and sheathed his blade.

Cynthari’s mood changed from pure rage to intrigue. “What have you to show Axalius? Out with it! Cynthari excitedly attempted to snatch away the blue cloth from Axalius’ hands. Axalius could see her eagerness. He gingerly unwrapped the child from his cloak. He exposed the Red God’s mark in doing so… Cynthari’s question mounted her tongue: “Axalius who bore to you his child…