Legend has it that Elves cannot die, that they are immortal, but it is all just fairy tale. An Elf can be killed or wounded just like a human but they do tend to have a long life.
There once was a Noble Elf
He was a scholar but he did not think of one himself
He was out in the garden with his wife to be
When the forces of dark came rushing down from the sea
He told his Lady to run and stood his ground to fight
All he had was a book and the will of a knight
He gave them all he had, but he was not a brawler
So he fell and he fell as scholar
He thought he was dead and gone
He could hear his lover's voice saying his name on and on
"Live," said a new harsh voice.
"Live and Serve, you have no Choice"
"Open your eyes young Elf, for you are not dead"
"But i am not sure if you will be once i give you something Red"
The Elf opened his eyes and tried to move his head but he was unable
As his whole body was bound to some kind of a table
He moved his eyes to the source of the voice and saw a man he recognized
"Necromancer, Necromancer" shouted the Elf as his body got paralyzed
"Ha, not today" said the Necromancer, "as today I experiment on a dying Elf"
"This here is the Blood potion, made by the blood of unborn, and the blood of a snake who eat himself"
"It also has the blood of a priest and the blood of monk, as well as the bones of a nun"
"I will bind my Blood potion to your heart," shouted the Necromancer as pulled out a dagger, a rather small one
Then the Necromancer used the dagger to cut open the Elf's chest and purred the Blood Potion on the Elf's heart
The Elf cried and begged the Necromancer to stop as the Blood potion tore his world a part
"Now to leave a mark on you," joked the Necromancer as he poured Dark Iron on the his chest
"Open your eyes young Elf, you are now my first Blood Knight, thanks to enchanted Dark Iron on your chest"
The Elf opened his eyes and saw someone he knew standing beside the Necromancer. It was his fiancé
The Necromancer laughed and said, "This Lady's job is to seduce people, and her name is Lady Clay"
The Elf saw his old fiancé leaving with a happy stack of gold and that broke something inside him
He tore the binds that were holding him, and he walked towards the Necromancer to do something grim
When the Elf came out of the blinding rage, he was outside a castle, holding a blood covered a great sword
His chest covered in Dark Iron and he craved battle, and he realized that he was no longer a lord
So he went distant lands to learn new things, combat, battle, hunting, cooking
He helped kids, he helped the old and the poor, he helped the needy and once he helped a king
He travelled far and wide, he went to places no one spoke of and met people who could not speak
He met with dwarfs, Orcs, and even a troll. He faced demons, mages, and the Gods of Greek
So he moves from town to town, city to city. Looking for a place rest and help, may be even a home
He heard of The Realm and its ways, the honor, glory and the gold and thought to himself, this would be a nice home.
The Elf was no longer a poet or a scholar and he no longer read any books
He was now a Blood Knight and his name was Mokx
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