halia sighed
this was getting them nowhere fast. The angry voices had stopped but the echos still reverberated round the throne room, and the angry looks were almost as loud
"I hate to remind everyone but we are at war and we do have enemies to consider" said Galantor
"you don't say" sneered Giland "I can see some of them right here"
Aran stood up "please my lords - let us allow the troop to continue their report, I am sure....."
he was cut off by a loud thump as one of the people standing in the centre of the room fell
Immediatly the rest of the troop gathered round,
"are you all right" asked Halia "lucky Ramos was there to break your fall this floor is hard"
intent on their fallen comrade the scouts didn't see the looks on the lords faces or hear the mutterings
ragged dirty and battle worn the scouts stood out against the marble floor and soaring stone walls like a stain on white linen. More then their travel worn clothing however it was the looks on their faces that set them apart. Faces that in essence were not so different to those surrounding them elven and rangers alike but in the faces of the scouts was the harsh fact of war, on th efront lines were four of their gorup had already fallen, of mud and rain and a seeping greyness that sucked the life and magic out of everything it touched, and the knowledge that dark elf or ranger, wolfman or high elf lord nothing of those petty quarrles mattered now - nothing except fighting and surviving;
this is an excerpt from something i am writing any comments appreciated on thread or PM. next time i will post some background on the world and major characters. This won't be a continuos story think of it more as if oyu had landed in a strange country and are gradually fining things out, or you are browsing through a library filled with histories and tales
PS it is also not yet a roleplay - i hope it will be in the future but let me tell you a little more first
petrel@literotica.org
this was getting them nowhere fast. The angry voices had stopped but the echos still reverberated round the throne room, and the angry looks were almost as loud
"I hate to remind everyone but we are at war and we do have enemies to consider" said Galantor
"you don't say" sneered Giland "I can see some of them right here"
Aran stood up "please my lords - let us allow the troop to continue their report, I am sure....."
he was cut off by a loud thump as one of the people standing in the centre of the room fell
Immediatly the rest of the troop gathered round,
"are you all right" asked Halia "lucky Ramos was there to break your fall this floor is hard"
intent on their fallen comrade the scouts didn't see the looks on the lords faces or hear the mutterings
ragged dirty and battle worn the scouts stood out against the marble floor and soaring stone walls like a stain on white linen. More then their travel worn clothing however it was the looks on their faces that set them apart. Faces that in essence were not so different to those surrounding them elven and rangers alike but in the faces of the scouts was the harsh fact of war, on th efront lines were four of their gorup had already fallen, of mud and rain and a seeping greyness that sucked the life and magic out of everything it touched, and the knowledge that dark elf or ranger, wolfman or high elf lord nothing of those petty quarrles mattered now - nothing except fighting and surviving;
this is an excerpt from something i am writing any comments appreciated on thread or PM. next time i will post some background on the world and major characters. This won't be a continuos story think of it more as if oyu had landed in a strange country and are gradually fining things out, or you are browsing through a library filled with histories and tales
PS it is also not yet a roleplay - i hope it will be in the future but let me tell you a little more first
petrel@literotica.org
