Post by edwynus on Jan 14, 2010 12:16:49 GMT -5
The yule sun set low as a figure peered over the wasteland, this castle was old, salvaged from the clutches of time. A fur covered figure looked over the wall into the sheltered courtyard, the figure strode along the wall tops examing the large pens of Bear like creatures. Bred over the last 10 years as mounts and sled carriers. He had spent years rebuilding a army, hiring mercenaries, infiltrating the land of Araluen searching for what was lost.
The figure strode into a huge hall, greeted by 2 rows of black armored gaurds, who stood at attention. The figure didnt acknowledge them as it turned, a pair of young boys came out and began removing the furs.
A muscular man in thick leather hide and thick fabrci stood in front of a large throne. He turned with a purpose and called to a shadow. His thick baritone voice commanded.
"What have you found spy?" The mans eyes looked into the shadow, seeing the hidden cloak within as if it was standing bathed in light. The dim lit of the castle and high northern light had hightened his vision slightly.
The shadow was stooped as it spoke in a raspy voice.
"Master. We believe he has been spotted. The boy you seek. He was spotted at the Yule Ball. Word arrived by boat and Snowhawk, just moments ago." It stooped pulling the cloak around its lithe form.
The man paused a moment, his square brutish jaw set a moment. He looked down at the leather armor he was wearing. He examined the crest carefully.
"The long wait is over. You have done good, spy." He nodded at a small boy who handed the spy a small bag that jingled.
"Master, what about my other reward?" the Spy shuddered.
The Man looked at the spy with a look of contempt and nodded a young woman of thin beauty. she stepped forward handing the spy a small vial of white powder.
The spy took it with a swift hand and sniffed its contents, satisfied it disappeared into the darkenss.
The man returned to a pose of thought.. as the Yule Sun dissappeared over the last castle wall.. The night had come.
The figure strode into a huge hall, greeted by 2 rows of black armored gaurds, who stood at attention. The figure didnt acknowledge them as it turned, a pair of young boys came out and began removing the furs.
A muscular man in thick leather hide and thick fabrci stood in front of a large throne. He turned with a purpose and called to a shadow. His thick baritone voice commanded.
"What have you found spy?" The mans eyes looked into the shadow, seeing the hidden cloak within as if it was standing bathed in light. The dim lit of the castle and high northern light had hightened his vision slightly.
The shadow was stooped as it spoke in a raspy voice.
"Master. We believe he has been spotted. The boy you seek. He was spotted at the Yule Ball. Word arrived by boat and Snowhawk, just moments ago." It stooped pulling the cloak around its lithe form.
The man paused a moment, his square brutish jaw set a moment. He looked down at the leather armor he was wearing. He examined the crest carefully.
"The long wait is over. You have done good, spy." He nodded at a small boy who handed the spy a small bag that jingled.
"Master, what about my other reward?" the Spy shuddered.
The Man looked at the spy with a look of contempt and nodded a young woman of thin beauty. she stepped forward handing the spy a small vial of white powder.
The spy took it with a swift hand and sniffed its contents, satisfied it disappeared into the darkenss.
The man returned to a pose of thought.. as the Yule Sun dissappeared over the last castle wall.. The night had come.