Story of Venswrath Chapter 8Chapter 8 "You really think that this Arthur would give us so much grief?" Thoris questioned after Sakarene was out of hearing. "Not second guessing me now are you?" Wrensthav replied. "It does cause me to wonder." Thoris conceded. Wrensthav, Thoris, and Sprix stopped at the foot of the mound of crimson sand. The emblem around Thoris' neck started to glow a brilliant blue. It was answered by an equally bright beam of blinding white from within the dune. The sand from around the light began to shift and melt slowly turning to ruby glass. When the transformation was complete, an elegantly carved door stood in the middle of the dune. "Remember what that feels like, it will happen from time to time." Wrensthav mumbled as they walked through the glass doorway.The cavern behind th
the tale of Wrensthav's scar"Wrensthav, I have always if there are so few thing that can harm you and that you are so skilled how did you get that scar?" Sakarene asked. "... It is a rather funny and embarrassing tale on my part." Wrensthav sighed. "But I might as well tell you so as to build some trust between us." Wrensthav paused again and then started. "While I was still much of a free gale, Nemarsis took it upon himself to teach me manifestation and swordplay so as to help protect Sitnalta if it came under siege. But being air, the most free of the forces of nature, my thoughts usually became scattered and lost in the clouds. Then one day after I was able to hold the form of a small child for a few moments before dissipating it, Nemarsis thought it was time for us to learn how to act in society where their are females present. There where two other forces under his care.