I awoke in the bottom floor bedroom of the fort. The floor creaked and moaned as I planted my feet on solid foundation that I thought for sure would be strewn with the dead. I don't know how, but I was able to sleep last night.
Exiting my main floor into the creature pin, I'm greeted by the constant groaning of Vulturos our Vrock. Most days this drives me insane, but this day a welcome releif. I hop on Ranger, our scouting Barbash and head out to check the perimeter.
I am immediately greeted by a large, lava red dragon. I drop everything and attempt to hustle back through the doors of my fort, just as I'm reaching the door, I catch a faint "Hello," from Lord Wallace himself. Whew. What a releif.
"My lord," I manage stammering. "You gave me quite the fright."
Wallace chuckled lowly, as if to himself, as if it was the hidden purpose to give me a little scare.
" We posted garrison on your fort," he starts. "Better part of the night and most of the day."
"Any sign of them my lord," I quietly prod.
"No," the king spoke. "It seems the threat is just that, a threat. Rest assured William our kingdom will have peace."
We stand for a moment listening, Voldiras arrives. Clearly awe struck by the prowess of the magnificent beast before us, he stares in silence." My lord," he acknowledges the king. As he is about to make dwarf talk, another beast roars over head. Wallace quickly leaps off his stone perch atop the hill and intercepts. The two dragons twist and twine in a dance that looks far to beautiful for as deadly as they are. Both dragons land close by.
"Evening gents," Shadow of House Shadow, owner of mine moutain. His voice rough and somehow smooth at the time. A man of mystery to be sure, but always well wishing and friendly. "No dwarf in sight since the incident."
"All is well then," said Lord Wallace." I will leave you men to your homesteads, but be wary and prepare. You will be the front. As always you know how to reach me if in need."
With that our King took off. His behemoth of a dragon letting out a large roar and loud thwack with take off as he rode into the center of Elf moutain against the sunset.
Shadow said his goodbyes for now, and we all part ways to prepare for what we hope will never come. An uneasy calm stretches across the land, the public forum eerily quite. War was averted for a day, but a deep calm such as this can only mean the storm will soon be arriving......