Alcarions Letter

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Alcarions Letter

Postby Lirandel » Thu Aug 23, 2007 2:45 pm

Heathens...

Lirandel watched the Liutenant of the Watch dragging a man away, his hands clasped in manacles and chains, his cloth and face dirty from days in the fields. Yes. Bree was busy today. Merchants, commoners and travellers crossed the street, where he was standing. A crier could be heard yelling across the stonemade buildings, his voice a distant echo among the mutterings of patrons.

Lirandel looked at the parchment he was holding in his hand and raised an eyebrow. The rest of his face, as always impassive. His marble skin giving the impression of an elf made of stone. But nothing was farther from the truth.
For a month now Sayvara, his wife, his Fire! Had been gone. Taken by the coward Talrion and his band of lackeys.
He had searched, in every area he could possibly imagine a man of Talrion's self proclaimed status, would prefer as a base of operations. But he had found nothing. Absolutely nothing. Even the entire Thorn scouting had turned effortless. where was this weasel hiding.

Are you still alive my Fire?

Lirandel frowned, the only emotion crossing his expression, then glanced at the parchment in his hand. The writing scribbled across the finely crafted paper was in elvish, the distinct emblem of his father Alcarion could be seen at the bottom. Portraying the long gone silmarils. The message had not been comforting. But such was the ways of his father...

And perhaps my own...

the elf stood there eyeing the villagers of Bree, then crushed the parchment in his hand.

You will regret that you summoned me at this time.

"Ada!"

A passing woman carrying a basket of bread, still warm from the bakery, looked up at the elf's enraged outburst and hurried off across the street, her face frightened as she looked back at the apparently calm elf. Lirandel eyed her impassively then turned his head slowly to see two watchmen glaring at him from the corner of the street. Their intentions all to clear as they began to walk over to him.

He smiled.

Heathens...
"Boots to asses... Or Imps out the airlock." -Antora Kel - Trooper Vanguard
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Re: Alcarions Letter

Postby Haelewulf » Thu Aug 23, 2007 6:50 pm

*grins* Very nice, bro! Very nice indeed! :D
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