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In Lenfald, trees really do have eyes!
My Restricted entry to GCX, Uncertainty in the Realm, in the Lands of Roawia role-playing game, over on Merlin's Beard.com. Come on over and join Lenfald the fun! :D
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In Lenfald, trees really do have eyes!
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As the tramp of approaching boots grew nearer, Haymar gingerly shifted his position high on a branch in a tall tree on the Lenfald-Loreos border. He had been sitting here for several hours now, observing Loreesi patrols as they went by, never knowing they were being watched.
Settling into his new position, Haymar watched silently as the red and gold patrol started to pass underneath his vantage.
The column was two abreast, and about fifty long. At their head rode a high-ranking officer on a splendid white charger. Following behind him was two guards and a overly-fancy battle standard, themselves followed by the column. A few soldiers walked along a bit farther out from the patrol, acting as advance guards. It took the column five anxious minutes to pass, and then he was watching them fade into the distance.
Safe now from any Loreesi, Haymar leaned back against the trunk of the huge old oak tree, closing his eyes wearily.
He had been out here for almost a week now, ever since word arrived in Durrough that a huge Loreesi force had encamped on the border, once again commanded by the much-lauded Mark of Falworth.
Haymar had immediately been sent to the border, by the newly-elected High Lord Falkenborg, as well as many other great rangers and warriors, right after the information had reached Falkenborg.
Before leaving Durrough, he had bid a tearful farewell to his beloved Mirranda, who, instead of getting to go with Haymar to the border, had been called back to Carenval by her parents, to attend to some urgent family matters. What exactly, they didn’t say.
So Haymar and Mirranda had said their goodbyes, over a scrumptious meal at the Black Swan, and gone their separate ways, he continued on to the border where he currently was.
That had been a week ago, and he’d spent almost every waking minute since getting here up in some tree, spying on the Loreesi host, tallying their numbers with other rangers, and compiling a collective, detailed report to send to the High Lord.
Now though, with a few minutes of rest before the inevitable approach of yet another patrol, Haymar’s thoughts turned to Mirranda.
As soon as he closed his eyes, Mirranda’s face appeared, framed by two thick strands of chocolate-colored hair, wearing that confident smirk he loved so much. What he had jokingly told her weeks ago, in the Lost Grotto, was completely untrue.
The second he had first set eyes on Mirranda, when they were both young children, he had loved her with every fiber of his being. He had been happy being her close friend for so many years, but deep in his heart he had always cared for her as more than just a close friend. He had been overjoyed when she finally revealed her feelings for him that fateful spring night, something that was one of his most cherished memories, before the Battle of Durrough.
Lately, he had begun to wonder if she wanted him to propose to her soon, something he wasn’t sure he was quite ready for right now. When they were reunited, he would have to broach the subject to her, something he didn’t relish doing. Still, he was sure Mirranda, being the sweet, loving person she was, would understand, and hopefully allay, his doubts.
His mind wandered away from his beloved for a while, than gradually drifted back, focusing on the strange circumstances in which she had been called home so urgently. For no definite reason he could find, Haymar had an unshakably bad feeling about the whole business, which was ridiculous, because Mirranda’s parents were wonderful, kind people, and their home lay in the substantial village of Carenval, right in the very shadow of his family’s formidable castle. She was probably far safer then he was right now, he told himself, attempting, and failing, to dispel his bad feelings.
Stop being stupid, he chided himself. You’re worrying unnecessarily. If there were riots in Carenval province, Father, or Ana, would have sent word to me by now. Same if there were any outlaw bands rampaging around the province. Everything is perfectly fine there, and you’re imagining things right now, probably from lack of sleep. Sleep. Now there was a good idea.
A few minutes rest would dispel those insidious little thoughts that kept persisting……
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A half hour later, Haymar was wakened suddenly, by a bird landing on the branch beside him, and cawing loudly.
“Get out of here,” He said, shooing the bird off.
Stretching, he moved father up on the branch, and settled down, just as the faint sounds of yet another utterly redundant desert-dweller patrol reached his ears.
Stilling his movements, Haymar waited patiently as the patrol drew closer, feeling like he was part of a never-ending spy cycle.
How I wish something would happen to end this monotony.
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Whew! I actually managed to get a res in! Hope you all like the build! :)
Cheers,
Joshua
PS: Can you find Haymar?
In Lenfald, trees really do have eyes!
My Restricted entry to GCX, Uncertainty in the Realm, in the Lands of Roawia role-playing game, over on Merlin's Beard.com. Come on over and join Lenfald the fun! :D
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In Lenfald, trees really do have eyes!
————————————————————
As the tramp of approaching boots grew nearer, Haymar gingerly shifted his position high on a branch in a tall tree on the Lenfald-Loreos border. He had been sitting here for several hours now, observing Loreesi patrols as they went by, never knowing they were being watched.
Settling into his new position, Haymar watched silently as the red and gold patrol started to pass underneath his vantage.
The column was two abreast, and about fifty long. At their head rode a high-ranking officer on a splendid white charger. Following behind him was two guards and a overly-fancy battle standard, themselves followed by the column. A few soldiers walked along a bit farther out from the patrol, acting as advance guards. It took the column five anxious minutes to pass, and then he was watching them fade into the distance.
Safe now from any Loreesi, Haymar leaned back against the trunk of the huge old oak tree, closing his eyes wearily.
He had been out here for almost a week now, ever since word arrived in Durrough that a huge Loreesi force had encamped on the border, once again commanded by the much-lauded Mark of Falworth.
Haymar had immediately been sent to the border, by the newly-elected High Lord Falkenborg, as well as many other great rangers and warriors, right after the information had reached Falkenborg.
Before leaving Durrough, he had bid a tearful farewell to his beloved Mirranda, who, instead of getting to go with Haymar to the border, had been called back to Carenval by her parents, to attend to some urgent family matters. What exactly, they didn’t say.
So Haymar and Mirranda had said their goodbyes, over a scrumptious meal at the Black Swan, and gone their separate ways, he continued on to the border where he currently was.
That had been a week ago, and he’d spent almost every waking minute since getting here up in some tree, spying on the Loreesi host, tallying their numbers with other rangers, and compiling a collective, detailed report to send to the High Lord.
Now though, with a few minutes of rest before the inevitable approach of yet another patrol, Haymar’s thoughts turned to Mirranda.
As soon as he closed his eyes, Mirranda’s face appeared, framed by two thick strands of chocolate-colored hair, wearing that confident smirk he loved so much. What he had jokingly told her weeks ago, in the Lost Grotto, was completely untrue.
The second he had first set eyes on Mirranda, when they were both young children, he had loved her with every fiber of his being. He had been happy being her close friend for so many years, but deep in his heart he had always cared for her as more than just a close friend. He had been overjoyed when she finally revealed her feelings for him that fateful spring night, something that was one of his most cherished memories, before the Battle of Durrough.
Lately, he had begun to wonder if she wanted him to propose to her soon, something he wasn’t sure he was quite ready for right now. When they were reunited, he would have to broach the subject to her, something he didn’t relish doing. Still, he was sure Mirranda, being the sweet, loving person she was, would understand, and hopefully allay, his doubts.
His mind wandered away from his beloved for a while, than gradually drifted back, focusing on the strange circumstances in which she had been called home so urgently. For no definite reason he could find, Haymar had an unshakably bad feeling about the whole business, which was ridiculous, because Mirranda’s parents were wonderful, kind people, and their home lay in the substantial village of Carenval, right in the very shadow of his family’s formidable castle. She was probably far safer then he was right now, he told himself, attempting, and failing, to dispel his bad feelings.
Stop being stupid, he chided himself. You’re worrying unnecessarily. If there were riots in Carenval province, Father, or Ana, would have sent word to me by now. Same if there were any outlaw bands rampaging around the province. Everything is perfectly fine there, and you’re imagining things right now, probably from lack of sleep. Sleep. Now there was a good idea.
A few minutes rest would dispel those insidious little thoughts that kept persisting……
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A half hour later, Haymar was wakened suddenly, by a bird landing on the branch beside him, and cawing loudly.
“Get out of here,” He said, shooing the bird off.
Stretching, he moved father up on the branch, and settled down, just as the faint sounds of yet another utterly redundant desert-dweller patrol reached his ears.
Stilling his movements, Haymar waited patiently as the patrol drew closer, feeling like he was part of a never-ending spy cycle.
How I wish something would happen to end this monotony.
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Whew! I actually managed to get a res in! Hope you all like the build! :)
Cheers,
Joshua
PS: Can you find Haymar?