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Folwren · 10-29-2005, 09:08 PM

Bror turned over reluctantly on his side. Nights of sleeping outside on the hard ground was settling into his very bones, and he was tired of it. He soon found that more sleep would be impossible to get, especially with the sun shining right into his face. He pressed his eyes shut against the blinding glare and turned over once again. With a sigh, he sat up.

Skald was already standing up, apparently entirely prepared to continue, with even his axe at his belt and his cloak fastened

‘I say, Skald,’ Bror said, propping his elbows on his knees and looking up at his brother. ‘I’m sorry about last night. I guess I shouldn’t have done it. Are things. . .are things really quite as black as you made them out to be?’

Skald looked at him quietly and then lifted his eyes and turned his gaze towards the north. Bror looked, too, and then stood up to see better. A feeling full of woe and dread rose in him. It was a long way away, but he could see a dark cloud hovering over the earth and knew it at once to be smoke.

‘The city,’ he said faintly. ‘It’s burning? Then we’re. . .we’re too late to even help.’ The wave of hopelessness that assailed him was overwhelming and he turned away. He tried to grasp at the thoughts that seemed to flee from his mind - the reasons he had chosen to stay yesterday, why he had wanted so much for the Dwarves to promise to help the elves, but now - as he thought that everything was lost and the enemy already won, or if not, almost won - he could hardly remember.

No! No, it can’t be as bad as all that, he told himself. Surely it is not all lost. Perhaps they have. . .perhaps only a little bit of the city is on fire, but the elves will soon have it under control. Surely. . .it must be. He tried to straighten it out in his mind convincingly, but found that he couldn’t. He turned to Skald for help, but his older brother had gone out among the other Dwarves and was busy waking those who weren’t up yet.

‘We’re probably going soon,’ he muttered, ‘I’ve got to get ready. Mahal watch us. . .’ He turned and went to work re-packing his bed roll, and preparing himself for the day’s march. Surely they would be starting off soon.

10-29-2005, 09:08 PM	#197
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Bror turned over reluctantly on his side. Nights of sleeping outside on the hard ground was settling into his very bones, and he was tired of it. He soon found that more sleep would be impossible to get, especially with the sun shining right into his face. He pressed his eyes shut against the blinding glare and turned over once again. With a sigh, he sat up. Skald was already standing up, apparently entirely prepared to continue, with even his axe at his belt and his cloak fastened ‘I say, Skald,’ Bror said, propping his elbows on his knees and looking up at his brother. ‘I’m sorry about last night. I guess I shouldn’t have done it. Are things. . .are things really quite as black as you made them out to be?’ Skald looked at him quietly and then lifted his eyes and turned his gaze towards the north. Bror looked, too, and then stood up to see better. A feeling full of woe and dread rose in him. It was a long way away, but he could see a dark cloud hovering over the earth and knew it at once to be smoke. ‘The city,’ he said faintly. ‘It’s burning? Then we’re. . .we’re too late to even help.’ The wave of hopelessness that assailed him was overwhelming and he turned away. He tried to grasp at the thoughts that seemed to flee from his mind - the reasons he had chosen to stay yesterday, why he had wanted so much for the Dwarves to promise to help the elves, but now - as he thought that everything was lost and the enemy already won, or if not, almost won - he could hardly remember. No! No, it can’t be as bad as all that, he told himself. Surely it is not all lost. Perhaps they have. . .perhaps only a little bit of the city is on fire, but the elves will soon have it under control. Surely. . .it must be. He tried to straighten it out in his mind convincingly, but found that he couldn’t. He turned to Skald for help, but his older brother had gone out among the other Dwarves and was busy waking those who weren’t up yet. ‘We’re probably going soon,’ he muttered, ‘I’ve got to get ready. Mahal watch us. . .’ He turned and went to work re-packing his bed roll, and preparing himself for the day’s march. Surely they would be starting off soon.