(ORP)Twists of Fate - The Arrival of Daxon Trufyre

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(ORP)Twists of Fate - The Arrival of Daxon Trufyre

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1466 - Bridgewater, England

Winter was in full effect across the Kingdom of England. A thick blanket of snow covered the ground and as Daxon Trufyre stood over his workbench and looked out across the lands, all was still and quiet.

He was a little on the short side, standing 5'7" and was slender. He had shaggy blonde hair a goatee and wore a maroon leather body length duster jacket and several small blades hung about various parts of his body. Orphaned at birth, it was a Gypsy tribe that raised him and when he was old enough, was lead to the Trufyre Blood, a druidic order and the origins he never knew. After many years, he became one of their order, completing the druids rite and earning his Elfstones.

But he never forgot about the loved ones who had saved him on that road so long ago. He never lost his love of their music, their legends or their beliefs. On the workbench was a mahogany lute that he had carved to honor what he believed to be his family.
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Painstakingly done, complete with runes and wards etched into the face, Dax began attaching the elfstones to the tuning locks and then to the lute itself.

When he hammered in the final peg, the lute began to glow to the point that Daxon had to shield his eyes. The magic in the stones was fusing with the wood of the lute and Dax was afraid that he had destroyed them both.
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"What the...?"

When the heat from the light subsided, Dax gingerly opened his eyes.

What he seen blew him away. He was no longer standing in his workshop. He was standing in a stable. The lute lay complete but small wisps of smoke came from the body. The runes etched on the face glowed a faint orange as if they were coals in a campfire.

He looked around him, and not seeing anyone, grabbed the lute, which still smoldered but felt cool to his touch and left the stable...
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