[Mkguild] Iridian's island

[Wyld Wyvern]

Hi everybody, this is the first draft of my first story Iridian's island.
It will be a series of stories with the end result being a new character
joining the keep.

Let me know what you think, please let me know ways in which I can improve
it and any thoughts on plot progression. Oh and any regular words that are
spelled differently it's UK English(excluding made up ones.)

Thanks

Wyld Wyvern

*Iridian's Island *

mid-July 713 CR

*Coruscan*



The snow had fallen again last night. It covered the sloped roofs of the
houses to such a degree that they were level. Iridian's job was to remove
this obstruction. The windows like the roof couldn't be seen.

"Dad, I'm off out to get rid of the snow." Iridian called to his dad who
sat in his chair by the fire.

"Ok, just remember to pick up the bread before you come home." His dad
replies, his gruff voice resonating through the house.

Iridian decides that today he will start from the opposite side of the
town, that way when he was finished he could get the bread and get home
really quickly.

 Upon leaving, Iridian shivers due to the cold. His body adjusts by
increasing his external temperature. Once comfortable again, he starts to
run flapping his blue wings hard in an attempt to lift off. His innate
magic gives him the final push and he soars into the air.

The town from his viewpoint was almost invisible, the snowfall had been
heavy last night. The wind currents bat at Iridian's scales and cause him
to veer slightly, this causes him to make haste to his destination.

"Morning Iridian." A voice calls up to him.

"Hi, Mrs G, I'll get this snow off your land in no time." Iridian replies.

Iridian lands beside Mrs G, and pulls a pouch out of his shoulder bag. He
loosens the draw string and shows the old widower the contents.

"I've found a better way of making salt."

"Have you? What does it entail this time, I hope you've stayed away from
the acid, we don't want you burned again."

"Yes, Maam,  I know now to leave that stuff alone, I heated sea water."

"Does this mean you can make a load of it then?"

"Yes. Enthusiasm rising in his voice. I've made lots of it and I'm off to
the fishermen this evening when they get back in to give them some.  We
won't be so reliant on shipments now. "

"Okay, Iridian, I'll leave you to your work."

 The old woman, smiles before turning round and walking back inside, It was
amazing she'd even gotten out.

Iridian gets to work spreading the salt on the ice and created after he
compacts the snow with his movement, he also moved a lot of it away with
his spade.

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Iridian could hear screams coming from the opposite side of town. He had
managed to clear half the houses of snow and was on the main street.
Coruscan wasn't a small town by any means, it's population had grown over
the years and it was only the easy supply of fish that kept it going. Most
of the men were in the food industry.  If they weren't fishing then they
were salting or smoking, if they weren't doing that then they were trading
overseas or in the local market.

Iridian paid the screams no mind, until he heard the clashing of swords.

Worried that a fight had started between some of the people in the bar, he
took flight and headed in the direction of the commotion. It didn't take
long for him to reach the source of the noise. What was there made his
stomach turn. A raiding party, of smallish Elvin like creatures and worse,
a giant.

Most of the Coruscan people didn't own weapons. His Dad had told him once.

"We don't really need weapons, nobody bothers us here, we have nothing of
value and it's too cold for most ruffians. I though keep a dagger under my
pillow just in case."

'Well. Iridian thought. they need them now.'

Iridian moved into position on a roof above the raiders and started to
charge up a fireball. He would have to aim carefully because he could only
produce a five of them a day with his current level of ability.  Release,
the orange ball, soared through the air land in the middle of a group of
raiders, It killed 1 and injured 2 more.

This only caused them to target him with their arrows. Iridian had to move
quickly to avoid being hit. In the air again, the sight of 3 more ships
made him shake in fear, there was no way the town would survive. What on
earth did these guys want so bad that they had to destroy a peaceful
settlement to get it.

Sure that his people would be defeated he did the only logical thing, go to
warn as many people as he could.

"There are people raiding the town, they have support coming into land, we
need to leave." Iridian called out at the top of his voice. He was heading
home to see if he could get his father's help. By this time he would be in
the forge and wouldn't have heard the racket.

Iridian lands clumsily, the wind causing him to lose balance and fall on
his face. He hears the sound of the town bell start ringing and the town
crier start calling for people to take the necessary  provisions for a trip
to Galendor.

Iridian pulls himself back up, his tail was bruised a bit by the fall, a
couple of scales have gone from their normal blue to a light purple. Once
inside he runs to the forge room. His father is there as expected,
constructing a creel.

"Dad, there are people. Iridian pauses to catch his breath. People
attacking the town, we are being told to leave as there are just too many."

"Iridian, calm down. What part of town are they in?"

"The western side."

"So that means we've got about twenty minutes to leave if they are
searching every building. What did these thugs look like?"

"Um, there was a giant and lots of Elvin creatures but they weren't elves."

"Lutins, we'll be fine they aren't all that smart. Get our packs and fill
it with provisions, then get the journals and gold. I'll go and get your
Aunt, Uncle and Mrs G we'll take the boat and get away from here.

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His Aunt and Uncle had wanted to stay and fight. His Father had reluctantly
let them, Mrs G seemed happy to go though and as they pushed away from the
shore of Coruscan Iridian watched as her face lit up.  The boat was only
able to fit five safely, so there was him, his father, Mrs G and the other
two blacksmiths, a couple who went by the names of Dill and Thorin. Dill
was carrying her baby, an exception to the rule.

"It's going to be an adventure." He heard Mrs G say. It didn't feel like
that though. All Iridian could think about was how his life had been torn
apart for no apparent reason, there wasn't any valuable resources on the
island, save for a bit of gold. There was no rare creatures, unless people
consider gulls precious. There was no magical items wait, didn't the story
go that the minister's shawl had the power to bring back the dead. Not that
it had ever been proven.

"Dad, does the minister's shawl really have magical properties?"

"No son, do you think our enemies believe it is?"

"That's what came into my head."

His father's confirmation that it was just a story made the whole thing
seem worse. The stories hadn't limited themselves to the island and if that
was what these Lutins were here for then they would return home with
nothing except from a colourful and prized cloth.

A whole town destroyed for something that wasn't real. A piece of fabric.
It made his heart despair.
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