Post by dantieduurden on Nov 7, 2012 21:30:26 GMT -5
* Spoiler* Ok so this is a thread for those who hate the riders beyond a passion and want the humans under the rule of the elves at the least. *spoiler*
It was only a week ago when Cyuth had heard rumors that the Riders were thinking about allowing the humans to join the pact. It was common knowledge that one of the human royalty had been harassing them for as long as the war had been over, even before then others had tried and failed. At the time the elves were strong and knew that the humans were still to young to become part of the pact. But now, now the riders had even forgotten which nation they belonged to. Thinking that they were a nation of their own. Those in power had forgotten the sacrifices that the elves had made, the blood that was spilt to make there peace with the dragons. Even the dwarves who though a whole clan decided to become the defenders of the riders had never asked for such a right as to become one, even though they had more then paid their deal in blood just as the elves had. So When a few days ago a messenger of Nyjord Floros came to my city, much like his own home that had suffered much during the war, I was startled to say the least. If Nyjord was to come to my city I knew it was of something important. And with tales of the riders flying around the forest I could only guess what it was about. So when the messenger was done delivering his message I began preparations for a feast in his honor. It was not often we celebrated here, nor was this a celebration of happiness. This was in honor to his honor and strength. The man had done much in his life, and he had Earned my respect many times before. Hopefully he would bring me news of the outside world and that our queen planed to crush the humans once and for all and make the riders know who it was they owed alligence to. But he knew such tidings would not come.
As Cyuth took this all in he looked at the rising soon out his window as he placed on his armor and strapped his fathers sword to his belt. Prepare my horse and a group of 20 men to enter the woods and begin preperations for the feast. When I return I want a heros welcome for Nyjord Floros is that understood. He says to the servant behind him who simply says yes sir and takes of into deeper inside the fortress known as Kirtan. Not an hour later Cyuth was out, on his left was a woman in leather armor, bow at the ready, and to his right was a man as tall as him in the finest armor crafted that had survived the destruction of Kirtan the first time. All were riding along the path from Kirtan to Olsin, hoping to escort Nyjord the rest of the way to the city as he should be....
It was only a week ago when Cyuth had heard rumors that the Riders were thinking about allowing the humans to join the pact. It was common knowledge that one of the human royalty had been harassing them for as long as the war had been over, even before then others had tried and failed. At the time the elves were strong and knew that the humans were still to young to become part of the pact. But now, now the riders had even forgotten which nation they belonged to. Thinking that they were a nation of their own. Those in power had forgotten the sacrifices that the elves had made, the blood that was spilt to make there peace with the dragons. Even the dwarves who though a whole clan decided to become the defenders of the riders had never asked for such a right as to become one, even though they had more then paid their deal in blood just as the elves had. So When a few days ago a messenger of Nyjord Floros came to my city, much like his own home that had suffered much during the war, I was startled to say the least. If Nyjord was to come to my city I knew it was of something important. And with tales of the riders flying around the forest I could only guess what it was about. So when the messenger was done delivering his message I began preparations for a feast in his honor. It was not often we celebrated here, nor was this a celebration of happiness. This was in honor to his honor and strength. The man had done much in his life, and he had Earned my respect many times before. Hopefully he would bring me news of the outside world and that our queen planed to crush the humans once and for all and make the riders know who it was they owed alligence to. But he knew such tidings would not come.
As Cyuth took this all in he looked at the rising soon out his window as he placed on his armor and strapped his fathers sword to his belt. Prepare my horse and a group of 20 men to enter the woods and begin preperations for the feast. When I return I want a heros welcome for Nyjord Floros is that understood. He says to the servant behind him who simply says yes sir and takes of into deeper inside the fortress known as Kirtan. Not an hour later Cyuth was out, on his left was a woman in leather armor, bow at the ready, and to his right was a man as tall as him in the finest armor crafted that had survived the destruction of Kirtan the first time. All were riding along the path from Kirtan to Olsin, hoping to escort Nyjord the rest of the way to the city as he should be....
