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Post by Lord Ainvar Hrothgarsson on Feb 28, 2014 3:39:00 GMT
Ainvar emerged on to the southern wall, resting his hands on the cold limestone in front of him. The sky was blanketed with grey clouds, he looked past the river to the wilderness beyond. The faint sound of drums could be heard in the far distance, a sound not uncommon ever since the Gor pushed north through the forest. Camp smoke could be seen drifting above the tree line in the southwest. Ainvar gripped the dagger on his belt, wondering about the things to come.
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Post by Fianna Dragonfly on Feb 28, 2014 17:45:31 GMT
It was a breathless boy who finally found the sheriff. He had asked all over and been directed to two different rooms before a guard had finally said that the Sheriff was on the walls. Approching the man, who was much bigger than him, the boy felt no nervousness. It was well known who had helped protect thier lands for a long while now.
"Sir? I've a message fo you from the ol' regent. 'e sent me from the docks ta tell ya."
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Post by Lord Ainvar Hrothgarsson on Feb 28, 2014 17:51:36 GMT
Ainvar turned to the boy, removing the hood of his cloak, his hand still firm on his dagger's hilt. 'Speak, boy. What news do you bring?'.
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Post by Fianna Dragonfly on Feb 28, 2014 17:56:16 GMT
"'E said, the elf that is, that you should ave a sensory of the population. Said you'd know wha it means. "
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Post by Lord Ainvar Hrothgarsson on Feb 28, 2014 19:40:36 GMT
'Inform the scout, other than the deceased, all citizens are accounted for save for the creature known as Puppy. She was kidnapped by the Gor, and we need to gather information on her whereabouts. Perhaps we can mount a search party before it is too late'. Ainvar pats the boy on the shoulder as he turned back to the forest.
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Post by Fianna Dragonfly on Feb 28, 2014 22:43:00 GMT
Thinking the gold piece was more than enough paymet to be helpful, the boy left with his chest puffed out in pride. He was turning into a boy of importance. The other kids who hung around the warf would never believe it.
He scampered away quickly, hoping to find the elf scout.
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Post by Lord Ainvar Hrothgarsson on Mar 1, 2014 23:37:03 GMT
As the Sun set on the Locks, Ainvar descended the stone steps off of the wall and made his way to his private chambers.
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