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The clearing was peaceful. Only the chirp of small birds pierced the deafening silence. A storm was gathering to the west, and grey clouds were approaching the forest. The plants were dead still and the wind had not yet begun to blow. a small bolder sat in the center of the clearing, grass and weeds creeping up the sides of the grey rock. The smell of rain lingered.
The beat of hooves began. It was just a small pitter patter, but grew into a loud gallop. The horse stopped at the edge of the clearing, allowing the rider to dismount onto the soft earth below. It was a human. He bore the symbol of the Human Kingdom. Only about five and a half feet, he was small for a normal man. He was built though and he wasn't weak physically. A greatsword hung on his back. He sat down upon the bolder, watching the clouds and keeping an eye on the surrounding wood.
Out of the shadows a tall, pale figure glided across the clearing to where the man sat. It was an Elf. By the brilliant blue eyes and blonde...almost white...hair it was obvious that is hailed from the Northern Mountains. The elf greated the human in the dialet that the Northern Elves...More commonly refered to as Frost Elves...speak. The human bowed, greeting the elf in the human fashion. He retrieved a scroll from the pocket of his tunic, handing it to the elf.
"This is from my King. He has found it necessary to sever our connections with the Wood Elves. They have grown useless to us and their ways are impacting our society negatively. The people of my nation are beginning to secretly leave the King's Church for the religion that the Wood Elves practice. Their strange ties with nature have begun to influence my people and this cannot be allowed. We have decided to bring war upon them. We know of your people's deep hatred for your kindred and we wish to offer you the chance of joining us. By allying yourself with us, we can crush the Wood Elves and their allies. It is a good situation for both sides. What say you?"
The Elf reads the contents of the scroll, raising one eyebrow. She rolled the scroll up carefully and spoke in a soft, magical voice.
"And if we accept, would you also help us irradicate the Dwarves who build their great caverns beneath our homeland? They have become a nuisance. Their orcish friends have been invading our lands and terrorizing my country. The rest of the terms are pleasing to us."
"We will offer our services in your war as well. It would be the least we could do."
The Elf smiles
"Very well. I will take this to my Queen. I am almost certain she will accept without a second thought"
The man nods.
"Farewell then. We will talk more of future plans when your Queen accepts."
"Farewell good Human."
They both parted, leaving the clearly. The wind began to pick up and the leaves of the trees overturned themselves in preparation for the coming rain. Suddenly an elf dropped from a tree with a muffled crunch. He straightened up, smelling the air about him. He was by no means happy. The elf was smaller than the human, but not by much. His hair was a light brown, but his skin was the same color as the other elf. His soft green eyes scanned the clearing.
"So it shall be. I must warn the King and Queen of this. We must prepare."
The Wood Elf took one last look at the clearing and then began to run through the forest, just as the first drops of rain spattered on the grey rock.
(( Just a little story. I know it's a bit cliche, but I haven't written in a while so I figured I'd come and start up some RP. This forum needs some more stories going, so here we are! Feel free to comment. Thanks for reading! ))
Guys! I'm hopelessly lost in a mountain of mole hills! Them damn moles!