38.6 - Kingdom of the Emerald Hills

To the King [RP for FK Kingdom Visit 5.20.07]VariousFrosttFrostt awoke with a start. The sounds of marching feet andclanging metal startled him from his needed slumber. Thesoothing smell of his new forest home was quickly beingreplaced by the pugnent smell of sweat and fear. Crouching lowfrom his perch nestled high within the trees of the forest, hequickly surveyedthe open fields before him. An army wasquickly approaching the keep. The last stand was about tobegin.Confusion began to set in for the half-demon. While he had noallegiance to either side and would fight for whoever paid themost, he had in fact pledged his allegiance to his older brother,who was nowhere to be found. So the quandry came to what heshould do. Should he fight for either of the two sides, and riskangering his brother? Should he fight for both sides and collectspoils from them all? Or should he just sit back within the distanceand watch? After a length of time, Frostt decided to sitback and watch. At the very least he could amuse himself fromtime to time and see who he could spot within the outlyingtreelines.Comfortably he sat upon his perch as the attacking army closedin upon the keep. Projectiles of both arcane and fletched typesbegan to hurl over the walls from both sides. Warriors fell atVolume 38 Issue 6 | June 29 2007 |Reign 38Echoes of the Hillsthe walls, and from the walls, and within a matter of momentsthe doors to the keep were splintered in a fiery blast. Veryquickly an imposing figured clad in black and eminating anaura of raw, evil aura advanced upon the open doors where itthe figure was quickly met by a stone golem. The half-demoncontinued to watch to battle with ever growing amusement,until something caught his attention from the corner of his eye.Movement within the scattered shadows of the trees close tohim. A masked figure, with his bow drawn. Curiously hewatched as the figure knocked and arrow and loosed it into afoe from the attacking army.Newsletter er of the Emerald Hillscaught a glimpse of the figures eyes and an overwhelmingsense of familiarity came over him. He had seen them before,somewhere else.....“You seem familiar to me, and yet i cannot place where or why.Rest assured you can continue to do your job without furtherinturruption, i have had my fun.” And with that Frostt vanished,going further from the figure to contemplate this new sense thatwas washing over him.Sutra BahuasThe invisible fire erupted from his left arm again.He stared at the thick gray cover above.The battle was over. Thick columns of black smoke hid undiscoveredhorrors waiting to be accounted for in the approachingdusk.His eyes sluggishly focused on the fluttering banner.The blue crest and black tower remained hung on the keepsbanner pole.Next to it, the welcoming sight of the red heart crested ankhfluttered just as defiantly.He smiled.The shouts of the living and the screams of the dying reverberatedthroughout the thick stone walls.The pain racked him again, this time, an odd weightlessness inhis right side. Slowly he tucked his chin into his chest andnoticed protruding bone and sinew planted in an obscenewound.Frostt watched as the army began to panic, blindly firing offarrows and spells into the trees. Curiousity struck the halfdemon,and now he would have his fun. As silent as the nightitself, he decended upon the figure kneeling within inches of itsback. Immediately he knew this figure was no pawn. He knewthat if he played his game too long, he might get a greatersuprise than he bargained for. Sneaking back into his cover,Frostt began to play voice games. Changing his position tothrow his voice out in different directions. “Why do you hidewithin these trees? Why are you not perched upon the wall withthe rest of the archers?”The masked figure lowered his bow quickly looking about, yetgave no sense of fear. “ Why do you hide within these trees?Why do you not fight at all?” came his reply. “I care not foreither side in this battle. I only fight when needed, and rightnow i am not needed.” proclaimed the half-demon. Frostt“The spear broke two ribs and ripped enough meat out of ya tomake a good stew...” muttered the hurried keep healer. Her jobwas no where done and time was not on her side.Her hands felt warm on his gaping wound, her mouth began toform the words of the incantation. Quickly, the welcomingwarmth become a painful searing.He didn't remember the last time a battle medic had to make arushed heal. The slow kind were always much more pleasing.Slowly, Sutra peered passed the pretty girls face and formed theoutlines of familiar shapes.Those closest to him, loyal to the crown stood over him.Watching and waiting.“Did we win?” asked the freshly awakened monarch.18