Here is my post. On what was in the PM, I wanted to show Lotar's resistance to the idea, but a sense of giving up to Guthwine's ambition...in short, he's a tad depressed! [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]
TARALPHIEL - YOUR POST IS ON BOARD HERE: January 16, 2004 12:17 PM ~*~ Pio
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Lotar had been staring at Feanwe's hair clip, stirring memories in his mind. The refugee's had come into the camp, and their faces brought him naught but pain. It reminded him of the family he had lost, and his grief could not seem to be any more full.
He heard movement, and heard Guthwine's voice talking behind him.
"Give me just three days for this pack of travellers to rest and train for the siege. On the morning of the fourth day, or perhaps under the cover of night, we will be ready to attack."
Lotar had given up on strategy and war, he simply wanted contentment. For a miraculous moment, his temper did not flare
'Guthwine, you are a man of war. You make your plans. I will follow them if I see fit to do so. I want no more a part. I am tired. And you are blind to your predicament. I think there may be another way, but you will not have it. So have your War.
Lotar sat down, and stared at the sheet of his tent.
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Kandel sifted his way through the camp, and saw Guthwine leave his fathers tent. He stepped in and bowed
'Naught has changed. Bree's defenses are still coming up, and the people are still in slight confusion. What did Guthwine say?'
'He wants his War boy, and I have snapped. I do not know what to do'
Kandel sat by his father and looked at him 'All will be well. Whatever happens, all will sort itself out' Kandel grinned. With that, he stood up and said 'Im out for a quick walk. I want to see if I can find anyone I know' Lotar waved him off quickly
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Kandel sifted through the camp of people, looking for familiar faces. He had lost touch with many old friends that stayed there. After searching for a good while, he headed out into the trees with a shrug. He was so busy in reasoning with himself that he did not see two women in front of him, both with very startled expressions.
He looked at them carefully, and small grin played on his face. Their dress was too clean and fine to be from the refugees that had just come in, and they looked to healthy for that. Their tense movements also gave away their fear. Kandel relaxed a slight, finding a little hope in the fact they were yet to flee.
'Well, I can tell a few things from you both. One is that you are not of those from the Weather Hills. And the second is that you are here for a reason, and have not stumbled here by chance...'
'My name is Kandel, and my father is one that runs this group you call banditd, murderers, and savages. And what are your names?'
'We are here to see for ourselves what you are, we mean you no harm' said one, a brave and stern looking woman.
'And I do not doubt that at all' Kandel said, not worrying that she did not answer his query. 'If you wish you may speak with my father on this. He is a man with a short fuse, but his heart is truer than you would put for a savage. What say you?'
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