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12-13-2003, 10:58 PM | #11 |
Ghost Prince of Cardolan
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Lotar watched the camp bustle around him, and paid no heed. The last few days had been filled with small farmhouse raids. What little talk came from town was of fear of a dark menace pillaging and killing.
'Killing...' Lotar thought. 'I would have no death in this place, but...' He began to think about how futile and childish his own ideals now seemed. He has saved his old friend, and received condemnation for it. Yet he resolved he had done what was right. He looks at the bandits going in and out, and felt he had lost his camp. Guthwine had given him chores to occupy him, and not what he was sent here to do. He grit his teeth when his thougths strayed to that man. He was even more enraged when he found of a mision to find the towns defenses was organised with no word to him. 'I have come here for survival. He came here for war. Curse him' he said out loud. He felt helpless, and he had only felt that once before in his long life. Kandel approached him slowly and said 'Guthwine is now taking volunteers to go on that mission of his. Shall I go?' 'Yes son. You must go. I am in no state of mind to. They need some sense, those fools. They will be the death of us all' |
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