Shadowtim

"Has he attacked our nation, yet?" The voice was as agitated as it was feminine. The drumming of fingers only emphasized the agitation within her voice. The near black eyes watched the hobgoblin commander before her. Narrowing when he didn't answer as a soft hiss escaped her lips. "Well?" Slowly standing, the handmaiden next to her offered the hilt of a sword. The lithe hand gently caressed its pummel as if it was a lover while her attention was fully on the commander. "It's fine if you don't answer me, Commander. I already know the answer." The Commander remained silent. His crimson skin was stained with sweat. Listening to his Queens words and watched her near seductive movements. Knowing her command over magic and stealth, she was the embodiment of what it meant to be a royal to hobgoblins. Strict, loyal, powerful, and sure of their actions. And he committed a great sin. "You failed me, didn't you?" Her voice was unnervingly soft compared to the daggers her gaze threw at him. He

The snout of a wolf pokes through the tent flap. Sounds of various preparations were being made could be heard through the weather proof fabric. “Your majesty, you asked me to wake you. Are you up?” The furred hand pushes through the opening before he received an answer. His intrusion was rewarded by a pillow flying towards his head. “Her majesty is dressing!” Came the shrill voice of the lady in waiting. He hated her, but had to admit her dedication to the queen as he backed out of the tent. “How was I suppose to know?” Came the retort. His voice doesn't even hide the annoyance within it. If it wasn't for the thick fur that covered his face, he could feel his face burning. Standing outside the tent, he glances about. The pair of wolf men hid their smile in their great helms that was molded to fit and protect their unique visage. The wolf pattern tunics marking them as the royal guardians, the Wolfguard. Hiding the plate armor under it. “You may come in, now, Captain.” The queens

A lone cart rolls down the road. It's cargo covered with a thick cloth. It's wheels groans in protest as it's wolfborn sat upon it's lone seat. His cloak and shirt resting next to him, as the thick fur made it far too hot to wear. Though the leaves of the forest around him turned to beautiful shades of orange, reds, and yellows. He has a smile on his muzzle. The small village hidden within the woods had just came into view. Signs of a grand celebration was being set up. Banners and ribbons spanning from building and building. It's wooden palisades were not safe from those brightly colored banners. Children laughed and played in the streets as his cart rolled through the village gate. The grand village square had a several tables set up. For pies, trinkets, and various other wares that would be sold in the festival. But that wasn't his destination at the moment, however. It was the village's new temple that was just completed. Waving to the priestess, he would hop off. Patting the side

The ancient forests were old. Older than man, older than dwarves, even older than the once immortal elves. And in the kingdom of Southeria, this is no different. The forests hide great dangers but also great wealth and knowledge of bygone ages. Hide those who could save and those who would destroy. Protect the vast cities of men. But could destroy them if man wasn't cautious and respectful of these forests. The ancient forests were old. . .But still young compared to the divines. Birds chirp carelessly on the edges of the great trade roads. While it was open fields and farmland to the west, the guards were still on edge. Their eyes watching the forests in the east. Their hands on their weapons. Ready to protect the caravan to the best of their ability. Their eyes constantly watching, knowing they got lucky so far and thanking whatever divine was listening. The kingdom was vast, hundreds of miles, they traveled. From the Capital City of Betbury, they traveled south. Through rain, and