Zelphair Introductions

By holylord91
The wind blew ferociously, The moon loomed over the small city as a hunter ran through the small streets, shadows raced across the street before vanishing again The burglar looked down at his new prize he gave a evil grin as the shining quartz block Shined spreading its light 10 feet in all directions. "He's Over there, look behind the bin!" yelled a voice high up in the sky the burglar looked up before receiving a kick to the face, he stumbled releasing the small cube of quartz sending it flying across the floor it, it let out a massive roar before releasing a explosion of sparks and then loads of light made of hues of purple white blue and a tint of yellow. the burglar got up "you stole the sacred stone of zelphair" said the Zephyrian standing in front of him "now it will be my pleasure to steal your life..." the burglar jumped back scrambling to find the stone.

"You looking for this?" the Zephyrian said smiling he held up the stone turning it in his hand and looking at it admiringly before putting it in a glass case "Please give it to me i need it..... i have to have it" the burglar pleaded "well you shouldn't have took the stone should you, get a job like everyone else" said the zephyrian giving a cold stare to the pathetic disgrace of a human the man drew out a wand with a spiral of gold going to the tip before muttering "hartna sedra volich" the burglar was thrown into the air, the mage flew up and hit him down to the ground with a large crack, blood filled cracks and holes in the floor the mage positioned his foot on the burglars head before dropping from the sky. A blood curdling scream filled the night followed with the smell of death.

By meppensam
It was very windy the day that the lord of the winds and clouds came into all of our lives. Many denizens of Templehelm completed the pilgrimage to the glorious temple of Zelphair, but only few who completed that journey completed the trail to righteousness and enlightenment. Many were born with the blessings of Zelphair but few gave up their past to serve Zelphair to the end.

The winds shall serve justice upon the evils of Templehelm and the clouds offer a safe haven unto all who are righteous and worthy.

By Wind_Jackal
Steps sounded in the alley mouth. The man behind the trash bin tensed, clutching his stolen prize: a glowing feather. 'There he is!' called a searcher up high on a nearby building, pointing towards him.

The man swore and dropped into a nearby drain pipe. A hundred feet away, he popped out and started to run for the gates. If he made it, he was free. If he made it, they had no authority over him. He sprinted for it.

100 feet away He glanced back and grinned. They stood there watching him! The fools were doing nothing! He grinned and ran on.

70 feet away He glanced back and his grin faltered. A score of bowman had lined up and were aiming at him! He scowled and sprinted for it.

Twang-BOOM Twang-BOOM Twang-BOOM Lightning came clear out of the clear blue skys and struck where the arrows landed, making the spots glow cherry-red. The man gulped, then went for the gates anyways. He duck and dove, twisted and turned, leaped wildly and froze at sudden times. He glanced ahead.

30 feet to go... Suddenly the archers stopped, and unable to stop himself, the man threw a glance back toward them. A single archer drew back his bow. The man sneered, and strode powerfully towards the gate.

10 feet left! The man grinned and stopped running. He turned and gave a mocking bow to the still figures and the archer. He waved goodbye and strolled towards the gate.

Twang-Zzzip An arrow took him in the shoulder. Swearing, the man pulled it out and looked up. The group was right there. The man's mind spun in confusion. They had been nearly 100 feet away! How- he looked at the gate. An single archer stood there, and seeing him looking, gave a mocking bow. He started to run, but all of a sudden, he could feel shackles on his hands and feet! He looked for them, but they weren't there. Finally, he gave up. The men took the feather from him and took him to the highest spot nearby.

'Stranger, you have stolen from Zelphair, god of the sky and the wind. Therefore, it is up to him to decide whether or not you live...' boomed the a mage, acting as judge. He turned and walked to the edge-but didn't stop! He walked onto air like it was solid ground! He stood facing the man.

'Let Zelphair decide your fate!' cried the man, pointing a finger at him. The theif spun on the spot and the man appeared where he was. They all looked back to where the mage has been, only to see nothing. They all paused, confused. A long despairing scream answered them, dwindling as it sped away. THUD