The Bard
06-20-06, 05:19 PM
This quest is for:Krugor, Temmy and me!
Amoroth had his lute tossed over his shoulder and his dream being pummeled to oblivion. A letter had come to him from an eleven messenger from Salvar, with his big droopy eyes a long crooked nose he was not the type of messenger you’d send for good news. Amoroth had been in an inn at the time enjoying a cold glass of ale when the messenger had stumbled through the door way. He stretched a long pale finger from under the lavender robe he was wearing and ordered Amoroth to step closer. The messenger put an arm around Amoroths shoulders and started to stride outside pulling out a ferry ticket. Amoroth stopped and looked at the messenger confused and angry.
“I don’t understand what’s this for, your from Salvar aren’t you explain now?” Amoroth interjected strongly. And the old voice of the messenger replied.
“My name is Edhelas and I am…well a close friend of your father his last words before he went into a coma from a poisoned arrow was to come get you”- Edhelas was cut off by Amoroth as he grabbed both his shoulders and squeezed tightly as tears started to swell up in Amoroths eyes as he yelled at him.
“You lie! Tell me you are kidding me!” Amoroth staring into the huge eyes of Edhelas that at the time looked like they could only tell truth.
“I would not lie to a child of noble birth especially since you are the son of your father; I’ve known him for a thousand years. Now hurry and go to the ferry it boards in fifteen minutes you still have time.” Amoroth nodded and let go starting to run down the path to the port, the messenger watched till Amoroth was out of view brushing of his shoulders thinking to himself I do hope he gets there in time.
Amoroth reached the port noticing an array of people lined up ready to go to Salvar Amoroth got in line and waited. When he was up to board the skipper asked for his ticket. Amoroth dug in his pocket felling for it searching in the right one then the left one, checking in his shirt. Damn it I must of dropped it while running, Amoroth started looking on the ground below and checking behind him.
“I have no time for childish games do you have it or not” The Skipper said getting impatient. Amoroth was on knees starting to get pissed off at himself, tears started to swell again but he held them back Come on Amoroth your 483 you don’t need to be crying Cheer up, the worst is yet to come. Amoroth stood up and tried to bribe the skipper.
“Look my father is injured I need to see him please…Here take some gold how much do you want?” Amoroth said reaching for his gold sack.
“Get that out of here I’m not buying that fake story and I’m not gonna be unfair to all the people who paid for their tickets in advanced you either have or you don’t now quit holding up the line!” The skipper yelled pushing Amoroth back.
Amoroth had his lute tossed over his shoulder and his dream being pummeled to oblivion. A letter had come to him from an eleven messenger from Salvar, with his big droopy eyes a long crooked nose he was not the type of messenger you’d send for good news. Amoroth had been in an inn at the time enjoying a cold glass of ale when the messenger had stumbled through the door way. He stretched a long pale finger from under the lavender robe he was wearing and ordered Amoroth to step closer. The messenger put an arm around Amoroths shoulders and started to stride outside pulling out a ferry ticket. Amoroth stopped and looked at the messenger confused and angry.
“I don’t understand what’s this for, your from Salvar aren’t you explain now?” Amoroth interjected strongly. And the old voice of the messenger replied.
“My name is Edhelas and I am…well a close friend of your father his last words before he went into a coma from a poisoned arrow was to come get you”- Edhelas was cut off by Amoroth as he grabbed both his shoulders and squeezed tightly as tears started to swell up in Amoroths eyes as he yelled at him.
“You lie! Tell me you are kidding me!” Amoroth staring into the huge eyes of Edhelas that at the time looked like they could only tell truth.
“I would not lie to a child of noble birth especially since you are the son of your father; I’ve known him for a thousand years. Now hurry and go to the ferry it boards in fifteen minutes you still have time.” Amoroth nodded and let go starting to run down the path to the port, the messenger watched till Amoroth was out of view brushing of his shoulders thinking to himself I do hope he gets there in time.
Amoroth reached the port noticing an array of people lined up ready to go to Salvar Amoroth got in line and waited. When he was up to board the skipper asked for his ticket. Amoroth dug in his pocket felling for it searching in the right one then the left one, checking in his shirt. Damn it I must of dropped it while running, Amoroth started looking on the ground below and checking behind him.
“I have no time for childish games do you have it or not” The Skipper said getting impatient. Amoroth was on knees starting to get pissed off at himself, tears started to swell again but he held them back Come on Amoroth your 483 you don’t need to be crying Cheer up, the worst is yet to come. Amoroth stood up and tried to bribe the skipper.
“Look my father is injured I need to see him please…Here take some gold how much do you want?” Amoroth said reaching for his gold sack.
“Get that out of here I’m not buying that fake story and I’m not gonna be unfair to all the people who paid for their tickets in advanced you either have or you don’t now quit holding up the line!” The skipper yelled pushing Amoroth back.