Prologue
"It's a fine day, isn't it, Mist?" Alistair looked at his friend, then back at the sea from the frontdeck. Grinning, knowing Mist hates boats and sailing. "Yes, a damn shame we're on a goddamn boat. Why are we here in the first place?" Alistair grinned even brighter, looking at his pale face."The Aduma tribe, of the southern sovereignity, claims they captured a boneangel. We're checking that out." Mist sighed. "Get to the point, why in the seven hells am I here?" Alistair smacked Mist's shoulderblade with the palm of his hand."You're the boneslayer! You've killed 3 boneangels, and lived to tell the tale! And you're also one of the fiercest elf warriors of the eastern circle. If they have a boneangel, and it breaks out, we have you!" Mist sighed again, feeling sick."I'm going to my quarters, I've seen enough blue for today." Alistair tried holding his laugh."Alright my friend."
Mist dissappeared beneath the deck, and lied down in his hammock, holding his valued double-sided spear close, as comfort, whilst thinking."I'm the boneslayer, no, I'm just extremely lucky. I miss Sheila." His thoughts got reflected at the end of his mind, and he lost track of time, track of reality, and fell asleep.
"It's a fine day, isn't it, Mist?" Alistair looked at his friend, then back at the sea from the frontdeck. Grinning, knowing Mist hates boats and sailing. "Yes, a damn shame we're on a goddamn boat. Why are we here in the first place?" Alistair grinned even brighter, looking at his pale face."The Aduma tribe, of the southern sovereignity, claims they captured a boneangel. We're checking that out." Mist sighed. "Get to the point, why in the seven hells am I here?" Alistair smacked Mist's shoulderblade with the palm of his hand."You're the boneslayer! You've killed 3 boneangels, and lived to tell the tale! And you're also one of the fiercest elf warriors of the eastern circle. If they have a boneangel, and it breaks out, we have you!" Mist sighed again, feeling sick."I'm going to my quarters, I've seen enough blue for today." Alistair tried holding his laugh."Alright my friend."
Mist dissappeared beneath the deck, and lied down in his hammock, holding his valued double-sided spear close, as comfort, whilst thinking."I'm the boneslayer, no, I'm just extremely lucky. I miss Sheila." His thoughts got reflected at the end of his mind, and he lost track of time, track of reality, and fell asleep.