Swan Wood - RPG

[Aylwen Dreamsong]

Cartil struggled as two burly, huge men carried him away from the strong house. Cartil struggled a lot, actually, hoping to delay the unimaginably large and...positively smelly men. It held no sway over the strong Wild Men, and they merely chuckled at Cartil's weakness. They practically dragged the Gondorian diplomat through the woods, for Cartil had refused to walk if it would make the men's job any easier.

When Cartil was finally dragged into a clearing, he could tell it was some sort of makeshift camp. It was mostly empty, however, and Cartil began to doubt whether all of the camp's inhabitants had gone to the Swan Lady's house. Cartil groaned at this thought, and the image of his immature, arrogant sister slain by a horrible barbarian.

"Where d'you think we should put 'im?" grumbled one of the men, whose long beard still had tiny, off-white-yellow beads of ale weaved into it.

"Well, Gita said we should take 'im to the King!" answered the other man, who shoved his partner-in-crime for his stupidity, while Cartil rolled his eyes at the stupidity of both the men.

How can an entire army of these stupid, uneducated men be able to defeat the lands of Dor-en-Ernil? Cartil asked himself, and decided it was a fair and logical quiestion if his two captors were any example.

"Well, I don't think the King is 'ere right now, d'you?" The first man retorted, apparently thinking he was quite smart and witty in his response.

"Then let's put 'im in the King's tent, fool! Either way, the King'll find 'im and do what he will with this...thing," the second one said, and the two finally stopped bickering as they dragged Cartil to a tall tent at the end of a messy lane in disrepair.

Cartil was thrown into a tent, and it was so dark that the messenger of Gondor was oblivious as to whether or not anyone else was in the room. He looked around, and the first thing he laid his tired, hazel eyes on were feathered darts spilling out of a pack nearby. The feathers were black and the tips were covered in some sort of yellow, loquid substance.

"Eru help them," Cartil muttered, thinking of the inhabitants - and protectors - of Alphirion and the home of the Swan Lady. He let his voice ring clear, loud, and pure, alerting anyone who might be in the tent that they had a visitor.