

Azerzian Chronicles Chapter 1In the Service of the KingAzerzian Chronicles Chapter 1
The smell of sea-salt, the cawing of gulls, and early morning sunlight brought Erter out of his slumber and his dreaming. Stretching, he got up and walked to the wardrobe, the floor swaying up and down slowly. He didnt notice the sway anymore, and moved as if the ground were flat and unmoving. He dressed quickly, first putting on a red silk shirt, purchased in the markets of Rover. The pants were cotton, and came from the Rotaean markets instead of a Bekaln one. His belt was placed on next, a cloth bag attached to the left hip. Last on was his dark blue cloak he had owned for 4 years now. It


Azerzian Chronicles -Prologue-Prologue (The Genesis of Erter the Mage)Azerzian Chronicles -Prologue-
High up in the clouds, the sun is shining, and as you go closer to the ground, you would see forever over the world of Azerzia and, in its northwest, continent of Stegaln. To the north in Stegaln lie the low, ancient peaks of the Makray Mountains, and the old capitol city of the Kingdom of Stegol, Jasdu. In these mountains starts the Ilas River on their western slopes. Following the river from its headwaters, you travel south, passing through Jasdu, and continuing its southward movements and forming the border of the Wemil and Cartonin plains. The river Cartonin meets the Ilas north of the