The Dark wind whisped around Sir Rodney as he stood at the gates of Caenleigh in southern Lenfald. The scouts had reported a cloaked figure heading towards the city, He had come from the direction of Loreos. And so now he was here waiting for the Loreesi.
The crackle of leaves made him turn. A shadow-covered figure was making his way towards the gate. Through the darkness Rodney spotted a hint of Red under the stranger's cloak. He backed off the battlements as a looped rope was thrown up over the battlements. He drew is sword as the Loreesi pulled himself over the battlements.
"Going somewhere?" The Loreesi stumbled back in suprise, but Rodney grabbed him before he could escape. "You haven't had any supper."
Well here it is, Sorry that it's a bit rushed. I woke up this morning and realised it was Oct. 4th
Also thedonald13, Should we vote the Lenfel way by voting for eachother? Or just not vote at all?
For Honor and Duty, for Glorious Lenfald!
“Over-rated, golden haired fop,” Lenfel High Lord Stanton referring to Prince Mark Lorean