Blood Elf Heritage Armor Quest Novels & Stories

Something is going on between those two, and I am adamant to find out. King Aelfred stood up. “Well, I brought my warriors. We, the elves, have a special blessing in our blood; although they look well-built, they are 10 times stronger than what meets the eye. They are excellent in one-on-one combat and trained to work in groups, so when they get together, they are a force to be reckoned with. My people brought impenetrable special armor, and we took as many of them as possible to have your people wear them. Also, I brought along my archer squad; their blessed arrows never miss the target, and they are poisoned to kill in an instant.”

Yehria steadied her breathing and conjured three shiny energy balls before her. Then, she cast the energy balls in James’ direction. James found the answers to his questions after he scanned the energy balls with his Zen. The Waitara Path’s soul spirit had given Yehria three items: the Xaadcel Armor, the Lyonors Crown, and the Jeltjorum Shoes. The Xaadcel Armor could be used to conceal the user’s aura and keep their identity secret.

She knew the common tongue well. Keyla smiled at her in return. The Elf was clad in clothing that was more typical for a Grenyaar among humans. Soft trousers and supple boots, both of natural tan colors, with a pale green short-sleeved top over which was a deep green vest. A quiver of arrows was slung over her shoulder, and she bore a short sword on her belt. In some ways, the Elf reminded her of Damara Edon. She remembered seeing Randey’s mother in her fighting gear more than once, and she had been most imposing. Of course, Damara certainly did not have Taiya’s golden-hued hair or delicate elven features – and certainly not the pointed ears – but Taiya had an air of fierceness that was more

After two sniffs, I'm sure the drink is safe and I gulp it down in two swigs. Aron leans on the counter. I give him a look, packing all the "DO NOT DISTURB" I can into that glance, but he must be a bullheaded person. 'I hear tell that the king is putting together a team of hunters, in search of the Bevin horns. How true is it?' I totally had forgotten about all that, what with other disturbing news I had for father and the girl. The elf with the luminous eyes. 'Perhaps you can put in a good word for me', he says hopefully. 'What makes you think I'm from Qarax, let alone from the king's court?' He smirks like he's gotten a correct answer in a classroom. 'That cloak is of fine make, the kinds

The commander shakes his head at the vulgar statement. From what seems like out of nothing, another creature steps forth from the foul air of that stains the mind. Particles of purple and pink energy dazzle within the space on the deck. Pulled from nothingness is a low-born adult elf. Invisibility is one of the few perks that informants are taught at the Circle. This elf is bald with tattoos that spiral across his throat and the back of his head. The design of the ink is a stair passageway that bends and twists into a maze that has no end. The tall slender elf has piercings that are indented within the bottom of his lip, two studs that straighten his lips, and a metal bar that stabs through

They appeared like a snow bandit that was ready for an onslaught. These elves were burly, with visible scars on their faces, and their bodies were covered in a thick fur cloak, holding different kinds of weapons. “Damn. They’re members of the Ayesiks rebels.” Frode raised his bow. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here, a lump of fresh meat!” said the plump elf standing in the middle, with a large, spiked bat. “Let us cross. We’ll share this meat,” Helga said. “Share?” The plump elf looked at his companions, and everyone laughed.