The Elven Scouting Party

[emberhard 82]

Many months prior to the current time...

 

 

 

Prince Emberhard stands on a dock at the dead of night. The water is glassy calm save for a few ripples caused by a light here and gone again breeze. His ship "The Keg" aches behind him, weighed down with various supplies along with a few good souls. He takes a deep breath, shifting his weight and scanning the docks, searching but looking for nothing in particular.

"Yup." The prince says satisfied.

Emberhard spins around on his heal, ascending the gang-plank at a slight jog. It bends under his weight. "This aught to be fun…."

He takes his position at the helm, smiling broadly over his ship, mind racing with thoughts of the coming journey, the opportunity, something new…

"Release the lines! Open the sheets! Lets see if we can't 'ave ourselves a bit o' an adventure…." He coos as he grips the wheel, curling his fingers around it feeling for every detail.

 

"Goodbye and adieu, to you elvish ladies..." The echo of a mumbled a sea shanty creeps across the water as the ship pulls away....

 

Near present time…

 

High noon, the sun barely penetrates the wind-blown leaves of a forest. Emberhard emerges from a doorway as he slips his hammer into his belt. A wind blows throughout the forest, rustling the leaves and cooling his sweat-drenched brow. His boots clack against the freshly laid wood, various items jingling on his belt as he removes an ale flask from it The prince stops before a fence unscrewing the cap of the flask and kicking his head back as he takes a swig. "aahhh…" Emberhard exhales replacing the metal container on his belt. He places his hands on the fence, putting his weight on them as he looks over the landscape. About five stories up he stands, admiring the fruits of their labor, a simple stupid smile plastered across his face.

"They will be coming soon." He says as Titania approaches to stand beside him.

"Do you think they will like it?" She asks

"They will love it." he turns to her smirking.