Snippet #2150716

"Okay boys we're back home!" shouted one of the Queen of Serin's soldiers. They had ridden for days to return to the castle. They managed to trap what they believed to be the Forest Dweller of Dragon Saber wood, one of their most treacherous unexplored woods yet. The excitement on the other soldiers faces were overcast with relief and tiredness from the long journey. That, and the fact their horses had to drag the wagon that bared the forest dweller inside.

It wasn't an uncomfortable cage, as it was covered in the soil of the forest he holds so dear. The Forest dweller looked out through the bars in curiosity, anger, and worry all at the same time. What will happen to his beloved home now that he's away from it? Why is he here near the places where other two legged animals like him dwell? More importantly, where is the guard that confiscated his only link to looking for his own family?

He turned to look at the large wolf that got shoved in the cage with him, as he didn't want to leave without her. "One wonders where we are Eclipse, and more importantly, what to do to get out of this or be more comfortable? What do the two legs want with us?" He asked his companion using the language of wolves. "I mean, has one given offense to the two legs? Or do the two legs want something One has?"

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Meanwhile the soldier that was bearing the forest dweller's blade to the captain of the guard. The sword was a blade that seemed to shine a silver-steel shine with it's wolf like seal at the top of the pommel side of the hilt, and with strange elvish runes in a language the soldier couldn't interpret, but he hoped his captain would... being another member of the Forest Dweller's kind.

He opened the door to the Captain's office and saluted. "Captain Droto, we have the forest dweller, but... it isn't as bestial as we thought it was. It seems to look a lot like a Dark Elf sir. He had a dark elvish sword with him... I thought that you could interpret the blade's runes and see what kind of sword it is... I mean aren't swords like this a Elvish clan sword?" The soldier asked timidly as he felt himself shaking in his boots. The captain was to him, an intimidating man.