Too Close For Comfort

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[111] Drondon: Too Close For Comfort
Tue Aug  2 18:55:57 2011
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom All Kyri IMM RP
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Drondon had just got back from the field and he saw him, the elf that always stood guard at the door, Lanac.  Can I speak to you, Songmaster? 

Oh, this isn't goin' to be good.   Drondon thought.  The Songmaster looked
at Lanac, Lanac back at him with a serious cold expression.  Absolutely. 

They both left the resting pads to speak in quiet. 

I have reports of fire and smoke to the southwest of the Vallens.  Elves
have lost their homes, they are refugees. 

Drondon cut his eyes, his anger through the weeks had just shifted to this
news.  What else? 
Lanac kept his gaze on Drondon.  Dwarves, Sir.  They've cut a path and are
here.  Dwarven scouts have been spotted. 


Drondon called on the elves to prepare the kingdom.  He clinched his jaw,
and called for Jinquil to meet him at the gates.  She was ready for battle.


Many elves saw a different side to him than most.  Only the closest to him
knew that all in all, when it came down to it, he was ready to do anything
for the Vallens, despite feelings of his bloodline. 

He let it be known to all in the Vallens, and elves that those that lost
their homes were to make it to the kingdom.  There would be food, shelter,
and needed comfort.  He ordered his Kyorl to not leave their charges, keep a
vigilant ear and eye open for anything.  The Sha'falas were to be at all
openings at the city, and at the gates, prepared. 

Talik went out to scout for stragglers, Xelin and Aynira tended the refugees
at the temple, healing the wounded, comforting the children.  The Dalars all
came and patrolled, and aided. 

Drondon walked to the city gates, giving a quick nod, accompanied with
silent orders to drop any dwarf sighted, by any means necessary.  Kyorl
didn't have to be bound by a code of honor, just do their job, and he made
sure that his Kyorl did a damn good job. 

He stepped out of the gate, and stood silently next to Jinquil.  She found
something, and he knew it.  She left quickly and with no sound made,
he followed and both rushed the dwarf. 


This dwarf was a large brute, Drondon was already bruised and cut from
previous field battles, but when it came to his home, and elves, he didn't
care how hurt he was.  Drondon didn't get much of the chance to hurt the
dwarf, as he went in for a strike, the axe buried into his arm, bleeding
though the leater and staining the chainmail of his sleeve.  He had to make
a retreat.  He was tired, sore, bloody, but not broken.