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A Night in D'Hara
A Night in D'Hara
It had been a dark and stormy night, but the rains were finally slowing as Ernie stepped from the eaves of what some people would call a guard post. Not brilliant people, but some. "Hey Willy, " he called as he kicked the bundle propped up against the post, "Get up." The bundle stirred and a lanky man unraveled his cloak as he stood. "What?" "The rain is stopping." "You woke me up for that?!" Willy was beginning to regret ever coming to this collection of shacks the local lord called a village. The village was founded not long ago and was very poor; the villagers didn't even have proper crops yet.
"No you daft fool. Lord Midnight!" Ernie hissed through clenched teeth. Indeed, the lord was turning his gelding toward them. "Good evening to you, my lord, " Ernie said as he saluted. Willy snapped to attention beside him. "What? Oh yes, yes. Fine weather for we're having," the young lord replied." Midnight was not the brightest of lords. "I've come to inspect my new fortifications." Looking past the lone guard post to the wilderness beyond, Willy was confused - though not an unusual situation for him. "What new fortifications?" "Why my new loose stones," Midnight replied earnestly, "the salesman guaranteed they would stop any army." "Very good my lord," Ernie shooting Willy a look to shut him up, "I'm sure they will work just fine." The lord wondered away without saying another word, but there were more important things to be done. Willy rattled his bag of coppers and his dice cups. It seemed as the night would not be wasted after all.
"If I win this toss," Ernie shaking the dice in their cup, "you owe me two gold pieces." "What's that " Willy pointed off into the distance. "Five Crosses! I win again; pay up." "No. Ernie. What's that?!" The thunder of horses and the shrill cries of the approaching marauders could clearly be heard in the distance. "Willy, I hope that salesman was an honest one."
Hours later and fires were still burning. The smell of blood and death hung heavy in the air as the dawn sun peeked over the edge of the valley. The villagers' eyes held shock and disbelief at the sight of their ruined homes and anger when directed at Ernie. Gathering at the edge of the town square, the villagers stood in silence as the the lord's private messenger read the names of the dead. When the crier read Willy's name, tears came to Ernie's eyes. "You still owe me two gold pieces, mate."
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It had been a dark and stormy night, but the rains were finally slowing as Ernie stepped from the eaves of what some people would call a guard post. Not brilliant people, but some. "Hey Willy, " he called as he kicked the bundle propped up against the post, "Get up." The bundle stirred and a lanky man unraveled his cloak as he stood. "What?" "The rain is stopping." "You woke me up for that?!" Willy was beginning to regret ever coming to this collection of shacks the local lord called a village. The village was founded not long ago and was very poor; the villagers didn't even have proper crops yet.
"No you daft fool. Lord Midnight!" Ernie hissed through clenched teeth. Indeed, the lord was turning his gelding toward them. "Good evening to you, my lord, " Ernie said as he saluted. Willy snapped to attention beside him. "What? Oh yes, yes. Fine weather for we're having," the young lord replied." Midnight was not the brightest of lords. "I've come to inspect my new fortifications." Looking past the lone guard post to the wilderness beyond, Willy was confused - though not an unusual situation for him. "What new fortifications?" "Why my new loose stones," Midnight replied earnestly, "the salesman guaranteed they would stop any army." "Very good my lord," Ernie shooting Willy a look to shut him up, "I'm sure they will work just fine." The lord wondered away without saying another word, but there were more important things to be done. Willy rattled his bag of coppers and his dice cups. It seemed as the night would not be wasted after all.
"If I win this toss," Ernie shaking the dice in their cup, "you owe me two gold pieces." "What's that " Willy pointed off into the distance. "Five Crosses! I win again; pay up." "No. Ernie. What's that?!" The thunder of horses and the shrill cries of the approaching marauders could clearly be heard in the distance. "Willy, I hope that salesman was an honest one."
Hours later and fires were still burning. The smell of blood and death hung heavy in the air as the dawn sun peeked over the edge of the valley. The villagers' eyes held shock and disbelief at the sight of their ruined homes and anger when directed at Ernie. Gathering at the edge of the town square, the villagers stood in silence as the the lord's private messenger read the names of the dead. When the crier read Willy's name, tears came to Ernie's eyes. "You still owe me two gold pieces, mate."
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