06-25-2009, 05:32 AM
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Scanning the area, Daniel recognized their surroundings. "We're just outside of King Stone."
"King Stone?" Robin said. "Aunt Erica lives there." She turned around to see Daniel bathed in the bright morning sun. Clad in the same heavy armor, she realized just how conspicuous they appeared. "Oh, we have to get rid of -"
"Hold right there!"
Behind the trio were three soldiers clad in chainmail covered with the same matching red tunics. With their swords drawn, the helmeted figures approached.
The ebony desk was weighed down with various tomes, reports and journals. Each of great importance for the lands he ruled. Better to rule than be ruled was a motto the man behind the desk always believed, though now he wished he was as ignorant of the times as any peasant. Even now, death came to his lands.
He ordered his guards to search everywhere for the murderer. Every house and hut, every farm, every village. There was only a vague description of the woman. Hardly enough, but the deaths of his sentries warranted her execution.
He studied the maps of the surrounding lands, attempting to determine which rival lord or lords was seeing to usurp his power. For the past twelve hours since the bodies were discovered, he refused any distraction. Only a simple meal passed into his study in this time. However, a rapping on the door caught his attention.
"Milord? I think we have them."
"Them?"
Scanning the area, Daniel recognized their surroundings. "We're just outside of King Stone."
"King Stone?" Robin said. "Aunt Erica lives there." She turned around to see Daniel bathed in the bright morning sun. Clad in the same heavy armor, she realized just how conspicuous they appeared. "Oh, we have to get rid of -"
"Hold right there!"
Behind the trio were three soldiers clad in chainmail covered with the same matching red tunics. With their swords drawn, the helmeted figures approached.
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The ebony desk was weighed down with various tomes, reports and journals. Each of great importance for the lands he ruled. Better to rule than be ruled was a motto the man behind the desk always believed, though now he wished he was as ignorant of the times as any peasant. Even now, death came to his lands.
He ordered his guards to search everywhere for the murderer. Every house and hut, every farm, every village. There was only a vague description of the woman. Hardly enough, but the deaths of his sentries warranted her execution.
He studied the maps of the surrounding lands, attempting to determine which rival lord or lords was seeing to usurp his power. For the past twelve hours since the bodies were discovered, he refused any distraction. Only a simple meal passed into his study in this time. However, a rapping on the door caught his attention.
"Milord? I think we have them."
"Them?"