The battle had gone terribly. The Drow had ambushed them and caught
them unaware. They sliced through us like a hot knife through butter.
Though they had smaller numbers the Drow fought savagely. Finally,
after the first initial massacre, we at last gained a foot hold.
Filled with a lust for revenge, the tides turned and we overwhelmed
them. We had won. Although it was not with out loss. 2 out of 5 men
had perished that day and many wives made widows and children
fatherless. I felt anger rise within me. He would cleanse this entire
island of drow before this the coming of summer and...
He was interrupted by a messenger, a scruffy looking fellow holding a small letter.
"yes?" I asked him.
" y-y-you are Lord Maestro?"
He obviously did not recognize me with out my usual beard, which I had shaved off as a sign of mourning. "I believe so, you have a message?"
"M'lord, the true heir to historica has returned, m'lord and he is calling all faithful to his banner. I know you may not believe me m'lord but its true, the sent me too y-"
"Enough" I cut off his babbling and turned to a passing guard "Tell my commanders to meet me in my pavilion immediately".
Cleansing Eolas can wait, It was time to join the king, and fight the real enemy.
Not at all really satisfied with this build. The rock work is meh, the
layering is meh, and the fig posing is meh :/ The story is also meh as
I kinda got carried away :P Oh well, what I lack now I will (try) make
up for in my next big build. I won't post the next chapter on flickr
as it is basically a depressing version of 'A heroes farewell' but
check out the Goh page over the next week.
Hope you enjoy :)