chewbacca71
BACK FROM THE DEAD.......
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And so the saga begins.............
Flipping his ponytail over his left shoulder, Garbon focused his elven eyes over the Sylvan Wilderness. His eyesight penetrated the woodlands better than most other forest dwellers, a heritage of the rangers in his family tree. The murky fog could have hid an army for most elves, but his eyes were able to discern that there was still no sign of Monarth. His brow tightened as Garbon thought of what could be keeping Monarth from such an important meeting. For all his vaunted intelligence, Garbon could not imagine what could have kept the massive Gold dragon from this conference
Garbon looked over towards his right and signalled for one of his guards to come closer. " Yes, my liege, how may I serve you?" , the young elf asked, his eagerness a visible cloak to the elder. Garbon regarded him silently for the beat of a heart before speaking. "Farish, I believe..." asked Garbon. "My liege, you are correct, my family is honored by your remembrance.", answered the guard. "Well enough Farish, I need you to go to the council room and let Chamberlain Reglin know that he needs to get all the other heads of the first families together within the next hour. We will have to start without Monarth and fill him in when he arrives." Farish swallowed back his concern while puffing out his chest at the important task he had been assigned. "Aye my liege, I will do as you have requested." Turning after a salute, Farish walked by his fellow guards; smirking at the others at his own good fortune.
Garbon spent another quarter hour frantically searching the forest in a vain hope that Monarth would show up. Turning decisively, Garbon pulled his cloak higher around his slender shoulders as he turned to the guards. "It is time for us all to return." So saying, Garbon stretched his long legs into strides to take him closer to the council room. The guards quickly scrambled to create a perimeter ten feet out from the High Counciler , double timing it to get in front. With a heavy heart, Garbon pushed open the door to bring the bad news to the assembled Heads of the first families.
Flipping his ponytail over his left shoulder, Garbon focused his elven eyes over the Sylvan Wilderness. His eyesight penetrated the woodlands better than most other forest dwellers, a heritage of the rangers in his family tree. The murky fog could have hid an army for most elves, but his eyes were able to discern that there was still no sign of Monarth. His brow tightened as Garbon thought of what could be keeping Monarth from such an important meeting. For all his vaunted intelligence, Garbon could not imagine what could have kept the massive Gold dragon from this conference
Garbon looked over towards his right and signalled for one of his guards to come closer. " Yes, my liege, how may I serve you?" , the young elf asked, his eagerness a visible cloak to the elder. Garbon regarded him silently for the beat of a heart before speaking. "Farish, I believe..." asked Garbon. "My liege, you are correct, my family is honored by your remembrance.", answered the guard. "Well enough Farish, I need you to go to the council room and let Chamberlain Reglin know that he needs to get all the other heads of the first families together within the next hour. We will have to start without Monarth and fill him in when he arrives." Farish swallowed back his concern while puffing out his chest at the important task he had been assigned. "Aye my liege, I will do as you have requested." Turning after a salute, Farish walked by his fellow guards; smirking at the others at his own good fortune.
Garbon spent another quarter hour frantically searching the forest in a vain hope that Monarth would show up. Turning decisively, Garbon pulled his cloak higher around his slender shoulders as he turned to the guards. "It is time for us all to return." So saying, Garbon stretched his long legs into strides to take him closer to the council room. The guards quickly scrambled to create a perimeter ten feet out from the High Counciler , double timing it to get in front. With a heavy heart, Garbon pushed open the door to bring the bad news to the assembled Heads of the first families.