Post by Zoraam Hel on Dec 17, 2014 20:35:11 GMT -5
The town and its lord overlooked the pass to Telmar; long mountain trails switchbacked down to Narnia -- the frozen wood called Dancing Lawn -- and the Calormen desert. His sons, knights in his service, rode the trails from rocky mountain farm to farm. From this vantage point, looking down at the pass, Zoraam had the full strength of Archenland at his back. Behind him the mountains stretched up and back to infinity, or the eastern sea where he'd been born. Behind him by several weeks' travel stood the towns of Olvin, Stormness Head, and Anvard, the centers of Archenlander civilization.
He had never felt the weight of his stewardship more keenly, or the distance between his lands and any support.
An eagle had brought word of Narnian refugees on the way up the path, pursued by wolves, dwarf archers and minotaurs. He hoped, harder than he'd felt hope in ages, that his sons on the path would pull back, wait for support rather than engage. Not that he lacked faith in the sons he'd knighted, but these were dangerous times. Telmarines in the pass to the west, Calormen bandits to the south, and always the risk of the Witch.
"Our enemies multiply," he whispered, staring down at the pass.
ooc: If anyone wants to be one of the Narnians, Telmarines, Calormen or really whatever they feel like, jump on in.
He had never felt the weight of his stewardship more keenly, or the distance between his lands and any support.
An eagle had brought word of Narnian refugees on the way up the path, pursued by wolves, dwarf archers and minotaurs. He hoped, harder than he'd felt hope in ages, that his sons on the path would pull back, wait for support rather than engage. Not that he lacked faith in the sons he'd knighted, but these were dangerous times. Telmarines in the pass to the west, Calormen bandits to the south, and always the risk of the Witch.
"Our enemies multiply," he whispered, staring down at the pass.
ooc: If anyone wants to be one of the Narnians, Telmarines, Calormen or really whatever they feel like, jump on in.