Endhorg the Fierce, Commander of Riverwatch’s forces, paced the floor of his estate that lay not far from the palace. Weapons of every shape and style lined the walls and every once in a while Endhorg would stop and stare at some priceless object, a gift from his adopted father. Vasper’s dance was only a few days away and Endhorg felt conflicting...
The Last Dance At Riverwatch: Vasper’s New Toy
“Greetings High Lord Morianart,” Gwindaelin spoke with dulcet tones, curtseying low. “The splendor of your court is spoken of all the way in Dale, though I see now that they are but images of the truth.” With a smile she finished, eyes shining like starlight, and resumed her place at Lord Almavar’s side. Vasper leaned forward on...
The Last Dance At Riverwatch: The Plans Of Lord Almavar
The former servant girl, turned Gwindaelin, stood before the barrel-chested brute, the power of her song holding him in her sway. She sang before them both, unbeatable warrior and noble lord, but Endhorg noticed that her eyes were for him alone. With a smile she captivated him and the great man, who had spent his life in martial pursuits, found the flames of...
The Last Dance At Riverwatch: The Flower In The Gloom
Stars wheeled overhead as the noble man approached the source of the weeping in his garden. As he brushed away hanging strands of flowers and leaves, he came upon a man-made pond that sat at the center of the garden. By the waterside he found one of his servant girls, staring into the lily-pad laden pond with tears upon her face. As he approached, she turned...
The Last Dance At Riverwatch: The Feast
The outpost of Riverwatch sat upon a hill of rock overlooking the River Running as it passed into the eastern most reaches of the Mirkwood forest. It had been commissioned and built by King Bard the Bowman, not long after the rebuilding of Esgaroth on the Long Lake. Its purpose was to protect the trade that came up the river from the south and to provide a...
The Last Dance At Riverwatch: Prelude
The Guardian watched the burning embers of the campfire. The fire was getting low so Mericc threw a fresh bundle of kindling into the flames and they flared up in eager acceptance of this new fuel. Giving the fire a cursory glance, the experienced warrior went back to the task he had been working on the past hour or so. With practiced skill he took hammer and...
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