A boat from the south

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The small rickity vessel ploughed through the water, the water splashing violently up the hull, it sliced through the thick fog which impeded the occupants view as it trundled ever so slowly towards it's destination.

As the boat traveled further a black low lieing thing appeaered before them, a state of expectancy hung in the air as the muffled voices of the passengers traveled slowly through the thick air.

Finally, before them, they saw what they had been hoping for for several weeks now - land and the harbour, or for most of them, the entrance to their new lives where they could forget their old lives and start afresh. But for one passenger this was not the start of his new life, but the ending of another's. As his short, cloaked figure trudged out of the harbour he was seen to draw a map, quickly check it then head through the forest in a north east direction...

Suddenly there was a flash and crash of thunder and Sadare arose from his flashback of that event in his life so many days ago. ''I must find him, he must be found'' he thought

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For several weeks, rumours of the elf's existence and evil doings populated the island, such as going under the name of ''the master'' and killing children but no events were recorded for a while.

Sadare strided into the shop of the town, his hood was up so as to not reveal his identity, barely anyone had ever seen his face, this was because he hated it so, he hated it because of his father, he had never known his father. He had apparently, according to his elfess mother, left when he was younger to fight for his country, however, Sadare didn't realize his country was actually his dwarven stronghold in the mountains. As Sadare grew older he was always teased for his shortness and dwarven features like his stockiness and red hair, he was a loner due to this and for this reason hated his father and hated all dwarves, this is why he had come to this island, to hunt down his father to kill him...