Arwyl Minras
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"Coule have picked a better time to get us thrown in a cell?"
It was, Arwyl reflected, a fair question. Even Ridnak, one of his orcish followers, could be insightful from time to time. The horns sounded again. Even the mighty horn mounted to the northern gate managed to carry a note of panic through the air.
Arwyl had his hands chained just inches from the stone floor. He shouldn't have revealed his magic. It meant he couldn't even get to the slit in the stone wall for a look.
The timing was not ideal. The cold anger was in his veins again, not half as bad as it had been yesterday. Twenty years since his own home had fallen. Which meant he had done the same thing he did every anniversary, much to the disappointment of those around him.
He found a bar and picked a fight with the toughest looking humans. These ones had been town guards. Now instead of fleeing ahead of this army, they were trapped in its path.
A monumental fuck up standing tall on the mountain of bad decisions he had made before it.
"Hey, cheer up!" called a drunk from the next cell. "If they take the city who is gonna hang us. We could be free."
Arwyl turned slowly, lofting a slender eyebrow and fixing the man with a stare.
"You, you little round eared mayfly, might get to escape if this place doesn't burn to the ground. Those soldiers about to scale the pitiful wall around this town are from a vassal state of Vel Anir. Which means me and my friends, who are not humans, will receive nothing better than the noose. Does that make sense? Which means we need a fucking plan. "
It was, Arwyl reflected, a fair question. Even Ridnak, one of his orcish followers, could be insightful from time to time. The horns sounded again. Even the mighty horn mounted to the northern gate managed to carry a note of panic through the air.
Arwyl had his hands chained just inches from the stone floor. He shouldn't have revealed his magic. It meant he couldn't even get to the slit in the stone wall for a look.
The timing was not ideal. The cold anger was in his veins again, not half as bad as it had been yesterday. Twenty years since his own home had fallen. Which meant he had done the same thing he did every anniversary, much to the disappointment of those around him.
He found a bar and picked a fight with the toughest looking humans. These ones had been town guards. Now instead of fleeing ahead of this army, they were trapped in its path.
A monumental fuck up standing tall on the mountain of bad decisions he had made before it.
"Hey, cheer up!" called a drunk from the next cell. "If they take the city who is gonna hang us. We could be free."
Arwyl turned slowly, lofting a slender eyebrow and fixing the man with a stare.
"You, you little round eared mayfly, might get to escape if this place doesn't burn to the ground. Those soldiers about to scale the pitiful wall around this town are from a vassal state of Vel Anir. Which means me and my friends, who are not humans, will receive nothing better than the noose. Does that make sense? Which means we need a fucking plan. "