Note: This story happens before the May UC and is intended as a flashback.
ir Erlinger sat in the corner next to the door, which he pushed to. Golwendôl put the lamp on the floor between them, then sat on the small cot in the other end of the room. Sir Erlinger’s face could just be made out in the dim light that the lantern cast upon it. His eyes twinkled and a keen gaze caught his listener:
“My story is fairly simple,” started the man, “Being a child in the Zorthan nobility, I learned every noble art and topic that could be taught to me, as you may well imagine.”
“When I was come of age, I gained favor in the eyes of the Governor and am now his trusted messenger for all messages important.
“Nigh on four days ago, my liege asked me to carry a very important message to the woods of Rogath and the lands around. The message I was to carry was the following:
“The five factions have united for the first time against the dwarves. Plain battle is upon us, and the Army of the Factions journeys through our land. Those of you who will, may do service to Nerogue by joining this host. But those who would have it otherwise, who would fight on their own, must hasten to the gathering of these few in the Mythronian city of Meids.
“I rode all that day and the next. On the third day, at morning, I came to the great river. Now, this river is heavily guarded by dwarves, as you well know. However, there was one weakness in the dwarven defense. And that was the gorges and hills near the forest. These, the dwarves had not guarded for they felt no enemy could cross in such gorges. However, Neroguians found a huge tree of the kind some call Galadbrethil which is from the birch family but much larger. This they fell and drug from deep within the forest to lay across the ravine of the stream, which winds its way through the canyon before it becomes the great river. Here I crossed on my horse and rode the rest of that day.
“At dawn the next day, I rode on and came to Consord at noon-day sun were I proposed to rest on my way to Rogath.
“And now, my friend, will you not go represent Nerogue among the factions? Will you not either march among the hosts of the Factions or fight among the lone heroes?”
“I have a mind to travel to Meids,” answered Golwendôl.
“Good, my friend. At dawn you must ride for the last ship that departs from Tomeu to the city of Meids were you will, no doubt, find many heroes and champions of the Factions.”
The innkeeper came in bearing a second lantern and endless talk. After the pratterer had left, Sir Erlinger took up the lantern and departed to his room next door. Golwendôl slept on the cot in his dwarven clothes, less then comfortable but exhausted so that he did not change.
So this is some of my first real rockwork aside from my RC last month. It involves some SNOT, though not as much as the RC build did.
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