LoR/CCCXII - Back to Normality
Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2014 1:56 pm
My entry to the Restricted category of the GCIX in the Lands of Roawia LEGO roleplaying game.
My first entry to the Medieval Husbandry category of the Colossal Castle Contest XII.
LoR/CCCXII - Back to Normality by ~Erathor Pridenar~, on Flickr
Story:
It felt like an age since Erathor had last spent quality time at home, in Sarenhold. Now he had been back for little over a week, and he was relishing every moment of it, knowing well that he may have to travel south soon, to Dalmunatha, to apply for a position in the Council of Loreos.
The day was bright and fresh, the sun’s rays not as strong as they had been for much of the past month, and Erathor was glad of it. His time in the south of Loreos as a prisoner had been made all the worse due to the fact that it had been unbearably hot in the stuffy, dirty cells.
He shook the thought out of his head, not wishing to think on it anymore. His wife gave him a playful nudge.
“What’s wrong?” Eleanor asked. “You’re quiet!”
“Nothing, nothing at all,” Erathor replied quickly, grinning as he gazed at her. “I cannot believe it. You are with child.” It was her turn to break into a broad smile now, remembering her husband’s ecstatic response when he’d returned.
“I can hardly believe it myself. Honestly, it feels like just last week we were being married. It’s not, of course, but you know what I mean.” Erathor chuckled. It really was good to be home. Looking around he took in the surroundings, a dry land scattered with trees and small villages. Peasants moved here and there, going about their daily business. It felt like a different world entirely to the Sarenhold he had known only a few months back, when Galainir had been in control.
Ahead of the couple was an old shepherd, leading his flock along the road. He bowed stiffly when he saw his lord, then began to move the sheep onto the wayside. Instead, Erathor and his wife stepped off, letting him pass, and when he bowed again it seemed a lot more meaningful, almost vigorous. At the same moment a farmer lugging along a large cart rushed past, a look of determination so strong on his face that even the old man smiled when he saw it. Eleanor glanced up at the lord and laughed softly, taking his hand as normal life continued around them.
My first entry to the Medieval Husbandry category of the Colossal Castle Contest XII.
LoR/CCCXII - Back to Normality by ~Erathor Pridenar~, on Flickr
Story:
It felt like an age since Erathor had last spent quality time at home, in Sarenhold. Now he had been back for little over a week, and he was relishing every moment of it, knowing well that he may have to travel south soon, to Dalmunatha, to apply for a position in the Council of Loreos.
The day was bright and fresh, the sun’s rays not as strong as they had been for much of the past month, and Erathor was glad of it. His time in the south of Loreos as a prisoner had been made all the worse due to the fact that it had been unbearably hot in the stuffy, dirty cells.
He shook the thought out of his head, not wishing to think on it anymore. His wife gave him a playful nudge.
“What’s wrong?” Eleanor asked. “You’re quiet!”
“Nothing, nothing at all,” Erathor replied quickly, grinning as he gazed at her. “I cannot believe it. You are with child.” It was her turn to break into a broad smile now, remembering her husband’s ecstatic response when he’d returned.
“I can hardly believe it myself. Honestly, it feels like just last week we were being married. It’s not, of course, but you know what I mean.” Erathor chuckled. It really was good to be home. Looking around he took in the surroundings, a dry land scattered with trees and small villages. Peasants moved here and there, going about their daily business. It felt like a different world entirely to the Sarenhold he had known only a few months back, when Galainir had been in control.
Ahead of the couple was an old shepherd, leading his flock along the road. He bowed stiffly when he saw his lord, then began to move the sheep onto the wayside. Instead, Erathor and his wife stepped off, letting him pass, and when he bowed again it seemed a lot more meaningful, almost vigorous. At the same moment a farmer lugging along a large cart rushed past, a look of determination so strong on his face that even the old man smiled when he saw it. Eleanor glanced up at the lord and laughed softly, taking his hand as normal life continued around them.
