Cobblecrook Cottage . Dark Isle Saga
Chapter 1: Grim Hollow
. Cobblecrook Cottage - Home of Taryn Ellefson and his father Kendel.
Taryn was born and raised in this cottage by his father. He never knew his mother, only that she disapeared soon after his birth and his father never speaks of it. Taryn knows deep down there is a lot more to this story but he never presses his father on the subject as he knows it is too painful for him. His father, Kendel, was once a warrior of the resistance and had fought many battles against the dark and lawless forces that run riot across Avalonia. However, without a true and just Lord to guide them, the resistance disbanded and in the end, Kendel headed deeper into Avalonia to the Dark Isle, to raise his son.
Taryn was different. He never felt the same fear as Grim Hollow's other inhabitants, he felt the place had a certain charm to it, and would quite happily go hunting and explore, getting into allsorts of trouble, as a young man does! He was a keen hunter and skilled with the bow. He could split a twig at fifty paces, but often wished he could put his skill to better use.
Taryn had been out hunting in the early morning which he often liked to do. Not having much luck he returned to find his father readying to go out.
"Ah, there you are son. I was hoping to catch you before I left." his father boomed.
"Well i'm back now father, where is it that you are headed?" Taryn asked.
"Nowhere" he paused..."At least nowhere important. Just to see an old friend on the outskirts of the village, matters to discuss, that sort of thing" he smiled.
Taryn nodded then grinned, "Matters to discuss with a few barrels of mead thrown in for good measure eh?"
"Maybe" he winked. "Anyway, I won't be back till nightfall so remember to lock up if you go out."
"Always" Taryn smiled. "Safe journey father."
Taryn watched as his father strode down the path and on through the village. "I wonder what he's really upto" he thought to himself, then turned his gaze towards the sky. It was a dull morning, and he was already feeling low after his uneventful hunt. The wind whipped around him and he suddenly felt cold and alone.
Life can be strange. Sometimes you feel as if you're part of a bigger picture, other times you feel the helplessness that maybe this is really all there is. Taryn chose not to dwell on that thought and so decided to and see the one person who could always cheer him up, Sarlina.
And so he walked through the village and made his way to Grim Hollow graveyard, to Haldur's Crypt.