Wolf Run RPG

[Olo Gamwich]

Olo Gamwich sat at his small kitchen table scanning over the tattered notice. He rubbed his finger around and around the rim of his mug, deep in though. Over the sizzle of potatoes, Ruby grumbled, "Autumn's been swindled into goin' with them foolish crusaders, ya know. Silly girl"

"Did she now? Well, I trust she knows what she's doin', Ruby. She's not the little girl you remember."

"Oh, I know, but...oh, it just seems like a lot of tom-foolery to me. I don't want you goin, O'. You remember what happened to..." Ruby stopped herself suddenly. She turned quickly and pressed her hand to her mouth.

"Yes, Ruby...I remember. I'll always remember. But that's why ya' can't stop me. I need...revenge." Olo pushed his chair back and walked out of the small room. He grabbed his cloak, a bit of gold, then hesitated. He turned to the dusty chest that was pressed into the corner of the bedroom. Inside was the sword...the sword that had killed the warg that had killed his brother. It was long since his hand had gripped it...but now, it was aching to grip it.

Olo set off from Archet, arriving at Bree by nightfall. He opened the door of The Prancing Pony and stepped inside...

[ December 23, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

[ December 23, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]