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piosenniel · 10-02-2005, 09:12 AM

‘Old hobgoblin . . . and don’t I wish that was all it was that I had seen.’ Riv shifted himself in his chair and gave a grim chuckle. ‘Old Gran’s goblins were scary as ever back then, but we could always hide out beneath our quilts and wait til the night passed and the sun flooded down the shafts, driving them all away.’ He put moved his feet from off the chair he’d propped them on and put them down heavily on the floor.

‘I saw something on my last patrol; something I’d not seen before, nor having seen it, wish to see again . . .’ Skald raised his brows at this statement but kept quiet, knowing his older brother would continue when he’d gathered his thoughts. In bits and pieces the report to the King came out. And at first the man clad all in black was merely mentioned as the one who led the embassy to the Elven city. But then Riv’s tone took on a different tone, and an undercurrent of dread crept in.

‘It’s not so much that he was a large man,’ he said trying to describe the man in black. ‘Nor was it that his visage was terrible or his weapon horrific.’ He narrowed his eyes. ‘No, it was that his very presence seemed to suck in the light, obliterating it. Drawing all hope from the air about him; leaving a bone chilling dread in its wake.’

Riv shivered though the kitchen was quite warm from the stove and the fire in the hearth. ‘I have a very bad feeling about this battle that’s coming up,’ he went on. ‘Hordes of Orc are one thing, but this fellow is just bad news.’ He stirred a little more honey into his tea then looked directly at his brother. ‘I think there is something we should speak of.’ Skald kept quiet still, waiting for Riv to go on.

‘I’m the oldest son in the family,’ he began. ‘Should something happen . . .’ He waved Skald to silence as he began to protest. ‘Should something happen,’ he began again, ‘I want you to promise me that you will step in and see that Unna and my children are looked after. You will be the eldest then, I need your assurance that you will do this for me. It will settle my mind somewhat about going into battle if I have your word.’

A sharp intake of breath came from the kitchen’s doorway. Unna stood there, having come quietly up while the brothers were speaking. ‘What’s all this grim talk?’ She stamped her foot and looked hard at the two of them. ‘And what’s this I hear about me? Am I to be traded about like a sack of oats?’

10-02-2005, 09:12 AM	#11
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	‘Old hobgoblin . . . and don’t I wish that was all it was that I had seen.’ Riv shifted himself in his chair and gave a grim chuckle. ‘Old Gran’s goblins were scary as ever back then, but we could always hide out beneath our quilts and wait til the night passed and the sun flooded down the shafts, driving them all away.’ He put moved his feet from off the chair he’d propped them on and put them down heavily on the floor. ‘I saw something on my last patrol; something I’d not seen before, nor having seen it, wish to see again . . .’ Skald raised his brows at this statement but kept quiet, knowing his older brother would continue when he’d gathered his thoughts. In bits and pieces the report to the King came out. And at first the man clad all in black was merely mentioned as the one who led the embassy to the Elven city. But then Riv’s tone took on a different tone, and an undercurrent of dread crept in. ‘It’s not so much that he was a large man,’ he said trying to describe the man in black. ‘Nor was it that his visage was terrible or his weapon horrific.’ He narrowed his eyes. ‘No, it was that his very presence seemed to suck in the light, obliterating it. Drawing all hope from the air about him; leaving a bone chilling dread in its wake.’ Riv shivered though the kitchen was quite warm from the stove and the fire in the hearth. ‘I have a very bad feeling about this battle that’s coming up,’ he went on. ‘Hordes of Orc are one thing, but this fellow is just bad news.’ He stirred a little more honey into his tea then looked directly at his brother. ‘I think there is something we should speak of.’ Skald kept quiet still, waiting for Riv to go on. ‘I’m the oldest son in the family,’ he began. ‘Should something happen . . .’ He waved Skald to silence as he began to protest. ‘Should something happen,’ he began again, ‘I want you to promise me that you will step in and see that Unna and my children are looked after. You will be the eldest then, I need your assurance that you will do this for me. It will settle my mind somewhat about going into battle if I have your word.’ A sharp intake of breath came from the kitchen’s doorway. Unna stood there, having come quietly up while the brothers were speaking. ‘What’s all this grim talk?’ She stamped her foot and looked hard at the two of them. ‘And what’s this I hear about me? Am I to be traded about like a sack of oats?’ Last edited by piosenniel; 10-04-2005 at 04:19 PM.