[RPG] Re: [FEI]Interlude(Glorawarthien)

[Chuong Huynh]

On 11/27/05, Chuong Huynh <chuongbm at gmail.com> wrote:
>
>  Glorawarthien watched the dance floor begin to get populated, each noble
> lady that graced it beautiful in her own right. Maybe he wished that he
> could be like the fine nobleman there that night, to have a dance in the
> time a peace and a home to return to, yet maybe not.
>
> He knew the path he took was a solitary one. Any relationship could get
> cut abruptly short as death was merciless in that way. He couldnt be where
> death lurked and yet he was death, for everything and everyone he loved
> and/or touched were now dead (one way or another). If anyone knew the
> uselessness of bodyguards, he did and so he walks the path alone for kepting
> anyone at his side wasnt an option.
>
> Glorawarthien takes another gaze over the ladies in the room, keeping in
> mind anyone he could ever love, he could never have and and anyone he could
> ever have, he would never love. Finally he approaches Surreal, she was
> similar to the ladies he has known before, but he was used to paying for
> their services...
>
And here he was again, feeling powerless to stop the enveloping darkness
from claiming a thing he loved, a city he had come to known as home. Perhaps
it was a mistake to get attached, to let himself get involved and letting
his emotions cloud his judgement. Things were much simpler when it was just
about filling his pockets and not asking questions. He knew before and he
was reminded again, he could not do everything, be everywhere, or serve his
mandate as protector of all the peoples of the former Svunnetland Empire. He
was just a man.

The people are quick to move for war, to find insult where there is none and
to cut diplomacy short to replace it with terror and death. With half the
island resolved in removing of the few realms not in their collective, there
were too many places he needed to be, too many enemies that he had made, and
what he could do was far too little. The armies approached from all
directions as he made his way unseen, undecided; after all how much
difference could one man make.
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