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Regin Hardhammer · 08-31-2004, 04:56 PM

Eric was sitting at the camp fire trying to eat his chicken, but found it very hard. It was already dark and his father still had not returned. He could not bear to think what would happen if his father did not come back. Imagining the dragon munching on his father was not a comfortable thought. Someone had already told him that the king had been slain. Eric had been attacked by the dragon, but had managed to escape the beast. He only hoped that his father had done the same.

Eric's heart lept as he saw the party returning to the camp, his father in the middle of the pack. He ran to greet his father overcome with joy and relief.

"Oh Daddy, Daddy, I'm so glad your back. I missed you so much and I was worried about you. Now I know how you felt when I went missing. I love you so much."

He hugged his father so tightly that he felt the air being squeezed out of him. His father looked very tired and had a broken arm, but Eric was just glad he had made it back home.

Child of the 7th Age · 08-31-2004, 05:58 PM

In years to come, the Whitfields and the Millwinds were to see their fortunes turn for the better. The widowed Queen still had friends and continued to look out for the families' interests, grateful for the help they had given in rescuing her daughter. She did not remarry, but focused her attention on her children.

Both the Whitfields and Millwinds came to occupy two sturdy farmsteads on the outskirts of Esgaroth: they held more land than they had possessed in Dale and enjoyed connections with the wealthiest of merchants, who vyed to purchase their crops and livestock.

All of the children -- Elian, Elanor, Eric, and Eli and even timid Daisy -- made sound marriages and lived to old age in the relative peace of Long Lake. Yet, always they were alert for the rare incursions of the wyrm, and his terrible visage haunted their dreams and that of their children. Still the Queen swore that her children or their descendents would someday avenge the death of Girion and rid the people of the wyrm. But therein lies another tale that goes far beyond the bounds of this one.....

~ Finis

08-31-2004, 04:56 PM	#1
Regin Hardhammer Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Tumunzahar/Nogrod Posts: 364	Eric's final post Eric was sitting at the camp fire trying to eat his chicken, but found it very hard. It was already dark and his father still had not returned. He could not bear to think what would happen if his father did not come back. Imagining the dragon munching on his father was not a comfortable thought. Someone had already told him that the king had been slain. Eric had been attacked by the dragon, but had managed to escape the beast. He only hoped that his father had done the same. Eric's heart lept as he saw the party returning to the camp, his father in the middle of the pack. He ran to greet his father overcome with joy and relief. "Oh Daddy, Daddy, I'm so glad your back. I missed you so much and I was worried about you. Now I know how you felt when I went missing. I love you so much." He hugged his father so tightly that he felt the air being squeezed out of him. His father looked very tired and had a broken arm, but Eric was just glad he had made it back home.

08-31-2004, 05:58 PM	#2
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	In years to come, the Whitfields and the Millwinds were to see their fortunes turn for the better. The widowed Queen still had friends and continued to look out for the families' interests, grateful for the help they had given in rescuing her daughter. She did not remarry, but focused her attention on her children. Both the Whitfields and Millwinds came to occupy two sturdy farmsteads on the outskirts of Esgaroth: they held more land than they had possessed in Dale and enjoyed connections with the wealthiest of merchants, who vyed to purchase their crops and livestock. All of the children -- Elian, Elanor, Eric, and Eli and even timid Daisy -- made sound marriages and lived to old age in the relative peace of Long Lake. Yet, always they were alert for the rare incursions of the wyrm, and his terrible visage haunted their dreams and that of their children. Still the Queen swore that her children or their descendents would someday avenge the death of Girion and rid the people of the wyrm. But therein lies another tale that goes far beyond the bounds of this one..... ~ Finis