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Taralphiel · 10-23-2003, 03:26 AM

Lotar wandered back into the clearing, saw the boy, and threw back the linen flap of his tent with a growl. Kandel did not follow him, but sat at the camp by the stew.

'Hand us a bowl boy' he nodded to Rudgar, and he did as he was told. But Kandel could tell there was something in his eye, a sort of surety. 'Hmm...he thinks he can play us. Well, so many do' Kandel shrugged it off and thanked him.

Serving himself the stew, he sat by Soran and ate it slowly

'So Soran, what are ye thinkin' about this town defending itself? I myself thought it a fools errand before, but you should have seen the meeting. The Rangers fueled them with a great anger. They think it possible to drive us out like we've been before. I'd ask Lotar his plans, but he's in a mood to be by himself...'

~*~

Lotar was in a mood to be by himself. He sat on his bedroll with his chin in his hands. 'What is becoming of me' he said aloud, and let the words swirl about in his head. He remembered his farm, his rolling fields and crops that stretched out so far. He remembered his daughter frolicking among daisies, with Kandel at her heels. 'He was so young then, such a child' he said. Then he remembered his wife, with her hair of sunlight. He gave a loud sigh, and stared at her hairpin.

'Hmph, I used to tell her to leave the past right there, in the past. I never knew I'd go back on my words. Now all I have is my son, and a dream to find a place where I can grow old and die like she would have wanted, what she deserved'

He lay back and tried to get some sleep. As well as mulling around in his own past, Lotar was formulating a way to make that little town fall like it was made of twigs.

10-23-2003, 03:26 AM	#11
Taralphiel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Swan Wood Posts: 649	Lotar wandered back into the clearing, saw the boy, and threw back the linen flap of his tent with a growl. Kandel did not follow him, but sat at the camp by the stew. 'Hand us a bowl boy' he nodded to Rudgar, and he did as he was told. But Kandel could tell there was something in his eye, a sort of surety. 'Hmm...he thinks he can play us. Well, so many do' Kandel shrugged it off and thanked him. Serving himself the stew, he sat by Soran and ate it slowly 'So Soran, what are ye thinkin' about this town defending itself? I myself thought it a fools errand before, but you should have seen the meeting. The Rangers fueled them with a great anger. They think it possible to drive us out like we've been before. I'd ask Lotar his plans, but he's in a mood to be by himself...' ~*~ Lotar was in a mood to be by himself. He sat on his bedroll with his chin in his hands. 'What is becoming of me' he said aloud, and let the words swirl about in his head. He remembered his farm, his rolling fields and crops that stretched out so far. He remembered his daughter frolicking among daisies, with Kandel at her heels. 'He was so young then, such a child' he said. Then he remembered his wife, with her hair of sunlight. He gave a loud sigh, and stared at her hairpin. 'Hmph, I used to tell her to leave the past right there, in the past. I never knew I'd go back on my words. Now all I have is my son, and a dream to find a place where I can grow old and die like she would have wanted, what she deserved' He lay back and tried to get some sleep. As well as mulling around in his own past, Lotar was formulating a way to make that little town fall like it was made of twigs.