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LoR GCVII - Retaking Lenfald, part I
Rain dripped from his hood and onto his hands as Sithric brushed the last of the thorns from his waterlogged tunic. "Was that really the best way to go?" His companion grinned dismissively.
"Always looking for the easy way. Hard work and training, that's the way. Remember what I said."
Sithric returned the grin with a scowl. He knew well enough that rain was both a soldier's best friend and worst enemy, as Goodall had told him so many times before, but right now he could do without its company. The guard tower loomed ahead, a small outpost in the Lenfald hills watching an unimportant valley beyond. A single guard slumped over its ramparts, happy to be spared the downpour, his head bobbing as he fought against sleep.
"Right, let's go. Still got the banner?"
"Of course." They had been over the plan more times than he could remember. That didn't stop his stomach from turning over and over on itself, though. The first light crept over the horizon, masking them in a blaze of early morning light as they silently made their way towards the tower door. Built long before danger came to these lands, its doors were unbarred and unbolted. They crept inside.
The first the guard knew of his visitors, he had a spear butt strike him in the face. A second whirl sent him over the rampart, clinging desperately to the same spear to save himself from a long drop.
"Up you go!"
Sithric gulped as he swung himself up over the ledge and onto the slippery, soaked roof tiles, rain slashing into his face. With a jerk he cut the lines holding the queen's black and red standard in place and readied the green and yellow banner of Lenfald.
"Are you done yet? Plenty more to do today!"
Sithric swallowed to calm his stomach and thrust the banner home...
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Entry for Lands of Roawia GHVII - The Rebellion Strikes Back!
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LoR GCVII - Retaking Lenfald, part I
Rain dripped from his hood and onto his hands as Sithric brushed the last of the thorns from his waterlogged tunic. "Was that really the best way to go?" His companion grinned dismissively.
"Always looking for the easy way. Hard work and training, that's the way. Remember what I said."
Sithric returned the grin with a scowl. He knew well enough that rain was both a soldier's best friend and worst enemy, as Goodall had told him so many times before, but right now he could do without its company. The guard tower loomed ahead, a small outpost in the Lenfald hills watching an unimportant valley beyond. A single guard slumped over its ramparts, happy to be spared the downpour, his head bobbing as he fought against sleep.
"Right, let's go. Still got the banner?"
"Of course." They had been over the plan more times than he could remember. That didn't stop his stomach from turning over and over on itself, though. The first light crept over the horizon, masking them in a blaze of early morning light as they silently made their way towards the tower door. Built long before danger came to these lands, its doors were unbarred and unbolted. They crept inside.
The first the guard knew of his visitors, he had a spear butt strike him in the face. A second whirl sent him over the rampart, clinging desperately to the same spear to save himself from a long drop.
"Up you go!"
Sithric gulped as he swung himself up over the ledge and onto the slippery, soaked roof tiles, rain slashing into his face. With a jerk he cut the lines holding the queen's black and red standard in place and readied the green and yellow banner of Lenfald.
"Are you done yet? Plenty more to do today!"
Sithric swallowed to calm his stomach and thrust the banner home...
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Entry for Lands of Roawia GHVII - The Rebellion Strikes Back!
Vignette category