Ambrosious
Weaver of Written Worlds
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OOC: Help me out here guys. I can't remember all the details but this takes place after the defeat of Lord Foul in the first series of Thomas Covenent books. He is not in this thread, but the usual cast of characters are. All characters are open, I'll take whatever is left over.
IC:
Saltheart Foamfollower looked down at the sleeping lord who lay prostrate in his river craft. The two of them had been sailing for two days and would soon have to abandon the waterways and take to foot. They were on their way to Mithil Stonedown to investigate a murder. No violence had taken place in the land since Lord Foul was destroyed by Thomas Covenent twenty years past. Lord Mhoram was the lord that lay sleeping in the dinghy and his sleep was troubled by dreams. Saltheart looked around him at the wonder of the land, and marveled at how quickly it had recovered. Green and growing, the plains and fields had absorbed the stain of the battles fought here twenty years ago, however it took quite a bit of magic and help from all the lords of Revelstone before the wounds were healed enough to support life. The plains of Ra were amazing in the beauty and majesty that supported the Mane-thrall and their domain.
Saltheart saw the dock way before any human could, for his eyesight was much better. It was a gift that all giants possessed. That and a love for story telling. Giants have been known to talk trees out of their roots before with the story “How Thelma Twofish Tamed Baleful Seasalt”. He also spied a lone figure on the dock, waiting for the dinghy to come into port. Saltheart woke Mhoram with a gentle nudging and explained what was happening.
“Good Lord, won’t you awake? Regale me with a tale as we sail the last leagues of our journey! I am in sore need of a tale and will gladly accept that as I would a draft of the diamonddraught there in the flask by your side. We fast approach the dock near Treetop Woodhelvin and must soon take to foot. Make the journey worthwhile with a tale of your great deeds, Lord of Revelstone.”
“Foamfollower, you gladden my heart. The land is hurting with the violence committed at Mithil Stonedown and to hear your cheer brings me and the land great joy. I fear that I do not have a tale that would satisfy your need, for a tale such as that may take months in the telling.”
Foamfollower laughed out loud at the statement Mhoram had made concerning his need for a story. He laughed because it was true. His laughter was interrupted by a yell from the dock. From this distance, Mhoram couldn’t see what was happening, but Foamfollower could. A dark figure loomed over the body of the man that had been waiting for them. Foamfollower swore under his breath and a tear ran down his cheek. Darkness had returned to the Land.
IC:
Saltheart Foamfollower looked down at the sleeping lord who lay prostrate in his river craft. The two of them had been sailing for two days and would soon have to abandon the waterways and take to foot. They were on their way to Mithil Stonedown to investigate a murder. No violence had taken place in the land since Lord Foul was destroyed by Thomas Covenent twenty years past. Lord Mhoram was the lord that lay sleeping in the dinghy and his sleep was troubled by dreams. Saltheart looked around him at the wonder of the land, and marveled at how quickly it had recovered. Green and growing, the plains and fields had absorbed the stain of the battles fought here twenty years ago, however it took quite a bit of magic and help from all the lords of Revelstone before the wounds were healed enough to support life. The plains of Ra were amazing in the beauty and majesty that supported the Mane-thrall and their domain.
Saltheart saw the dock way before any human could, for his eyesight was much better. It was a gift that all giants possessed. That and a love for story telling. Giants have been known to talk trees out of their roots before with the story “How Thelma Twofish Tamed Baleful Seasalt”. He also spied a lone figure on the dock, waiting for the dinghy to come into port. Saltheart woke Mhoram with a gentle nudging and explained what was happening.
“Good Lord, won’t you awake? Regale me with a tale as we sail the last leagues of our journey! I am in sore need of a tale and will gladly accept that as I would a draft of the diamonddraught there in the flask by your side. We fast approach the dock near Treetop Woodhelvin and must soon take to foot. Make the journey worthwhile with a tale of your great deeds, Lord of Revelstone.”
“Foamfollower, you gladden my heart. The land is hurting with the violence committed at Mithil Stonedown and to hear your cheer brings me and the land great joy. I fear that I do not have a tale that would satisfy your need, for a tale such as that may take months in the telling.”
Foamfollower laughed out loud at the statement Mhoram had made concerning his need for a story. He laughed because it was true. His laughter was interrupted by a yell from the dock. From this distance, Mhoram couldn’t see what was happening, but Foamfollower could. A dark figure loomed over the body of the man that had been waiting for them. Foamfollower swore under his breath and a tear ran down his cheek. Darkness had returned to the Land.
