Post by Azuloth on Apr 20, 2017 11:41:43 GMT -5
Vilkan Justea sat at a table in the Tipsy Darkling like any other man. He had a beer in his hand, a grin on his face, and looked genuinely happy. He was surrounded by his constituents. Representatives from the various corners of Cruinthe.
A Skaldi staggered in covered in bleeding wounds, pale, and clutching a piece of paper. One of the other patrons caught him as he fell, another took the paper from him and passed it to Vilkan. The chairman read it quickly then he passed it to the representative from Sorath. He stood up and started pacing the room.
"No idea... an intercept I guess?"
The representative said passing the paper along.
"We are about to fall under attack by over five thousand enemy troops and we have less than two hundred members of the Guardian Corps. here. Notify our allies. We are going to need some help or we are finished. And get that Skaldi some help."
Chairman Vilkan ordered.
"No point, he's dead."
The chairman hung his head in sorrow. He felt for the Skaldi, and his family. It was a noble and honorable sacrifice to bring the dispatch orders that were intercepted here to Innorsford rather than New Skaldira. His initiative probably saved many lives.
"Go ahead and bury him. The Skaldi can sort him out when they get here. We need to prepare for battle in our streets. Start here and move outward until the enemy gets here. Hopefully the alliance responds before the enemy gets here."
People began to move to accomplish these tasks. Fear of battle started to grip the small town. They had no idea when the enemy would arrive.
A Skaldi staggered in covered in bleeding wounds, pale, and clutching a piece of paper. One of the other patrons caught him as he fell, another took the paper from him and passed it to Vilkan. The chairman read it quickly then he passed it to the representative from Sorath. He stood up and started pacing the room.
"No idea... an intercept I guess?"
The representative said passing the paper along.
"We are about to fall under attack by over five thousand enemy troops and we have less than two hundred members of the Guardian Corps. here. Notify our allies. We are going to need some help or we are finished. And get that Skaldi some help."
Chairman Vilkan ordered.
"No point, he's dead."
The chairman hung his head in sorrow. He felt for the Skaldi, and his family. It was a noble and honorable sacrifice to bring the dispatch orders that were intercepted here to Innorsford rather than New Skaldira. His initiative probably saved many lives.
"Go ahead and bury him. The Skaldi can sort him out when they get here. We need to prepare for battle in our streets. Start here and move outward until the enemy gets here. Hopefully the alliance responds before the enemy gets here."
People began to move to accomplish these tasks. Fear of battle started to grip the small town. They had no idea when the enemy would arrive.