Dark Warrior
Back from the grave...
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Darios
Darios smiled as a great pitcher of mead was placed before him. It had been a while since his last taste of the sweet liquid, and he was never one to deny its warm pleasures. He picked it up and took a long gulp of the golden-brown contents before placing it back on the table. His eyes now moved to Lanrik, who sat opposite him.
"Lanrik, the years have treated you well. You look barely older than when I last saw you." Darios lied. The guard actually looked very much like a ghost of his old, boysterious self.
Lanrik smiled and shook his head at Darios' comment. "No need for lying, Darios. Life has not been easy lately."
Darios nodded sagely. "Yes, you mentioned dark times earlier... what is it that affects you so?"
"Have you heard news of the King's army?" Lanrik asked, his voice full of dread.
"Last I heard, they had not made the borders of the Southern land. Do you know more?" Darios said, drinking more from the picher.
"Aye, I do. Bad news. They were met with a surprisingly large defense. And they were bolstered with gnolls."
The last words made Darios just about choke on his drink, placing the pitcher down instantly. "Did you say... gnolls?"
"Aye, I did. The beast-men laid a surprise attack on the Northern men; a devastating blow, before the main strength of the South caught our confused warriors from the other side. They slaughtered, the muddled Northerners putting up little defense and even less of a fight-back."
Darios and Lanrik fell into silence for a moment.
"These are troubling things you tell me, Lanrik." Darios said finally.
"Aye, and that is the least of it. Our own city has been being attacked by gnolls lately too. It seems that their has been somewhat of a... population growth from the bizzare creatures."
"These attacks... tell me more."
"Aye, the gnolls fight ferociously and in great numbers... were it not for the walls, this town would have been over-run long ago. For all their bravado, gnolls are likely to turn and flee when they see their allies go down. And then when they see their allies flee. A disorganized lot, they are, and that's the only reason we've beaten them. Twice I've only narrowly avoided death amongst those... things."
"This is alarming news, Lanrik. This is completely out of character for gnolls. Something strange is afoot." Darios said. Lanrik's only reply was to mutter into his ale.
Darios smiled as a great pitcher of mead was placed before him. It had been a while since his last taste of the sweet liquid, and he was never one to deny its warm pleasures. He picked it up and took a long gulp of the golden-brown contents before placing it back on the table. His eyes now moved to Lanrik, who sat opposite him.
"Lanrik, the years have treated you well. You look barely older than when I last saw you." Darios lied. The guard actually looked very much like a ghost of his old, boysterious self.
Lanrik smiled and shook his head at Darios' comment. "No need for lying, Darios. Life has not been easy lately."
Darios nodded sagely. "Yes, you mentioned dark times earlier... what is it that affects you so?"
"Have you heard news of the King's army?" Lanrik asked, his voice full of dread.
"Last I heard, they had not made the borders of the Southern land. Do you know more?" Darios said, drinking more from the picher.
"Aye, I do. Bad news. They were met with a surprisingly large defense. And they were bolstered with gnolls."
The last words made Darios just about choke on his drink, placing the pitcher down instantly. "Did you say... gnolls?"
"Aye, I did. The beast-men laid a surprise attack on the Northern men; a devastating blow, before the main strength of the South caught our confused warriors from the other side. They slaughtered, the muddled Northerners putting up little defense and even less of a fight-back."
Darios and Lanrik fell into silence for a moment.
"These are troubling things you tell me, Lanrik." Darios said finally.
"Aye, and that is the least of it. Our own city has been being attacked by gnolls lately too. It seems that their has been somewhat of a... population growth from the bizzare creatures."
"These attacks... tell me more."
"Aye, the gnolls fight ferociously and in great numbers... were it not for the walls, this town would have been over-run long ago. For all their bravado, gnolls are likely to turn and flee when they see their allies go down. And then when they see their allies flee. A disorganized lot, they are, and that's the only reason we've beaten them. Twice I've only narrowly avoided death amongst those... things."
"This is alarming news, Lanrik. This is completely out of character for gnolls. Something strange is afoot." Darios said. Lanrik's only reply was to mutter into his ale.