Ancient Vroengard King (OPEN)
Aug 30, 2012 11:47:24 GMT -5
Post by Glaeran on Aug 30, 2012 11:47:24 GMT -5
Drakkaen rode up the grassy hill with his cloak rustling in the wind. His sword was strapped to his back and left the outline of a blade, yet he didn't care. For if he had been trying to let others know about his identity, Drakkaen would have worn his regal cloak and crown to announce his presence. The large stallion that was carrying Drakkaen was actually growing weary and the others who were just inside the town would be glad to allow his horse a nice rest. Of course some people knew that he was old, yet none of them would know that he was actually an old king of the lost rider capital Vroengard. And Drakkaen wanted to keep it that way. Word was reaching his ears of a rider who had been around back in the old days, but Drakkaen doubted there were any who had been as cowardly as he had been. The city walls loomed in front of him and the gate was closed. It was strange but no problem for him. Drakkaen reached out his mind and alerted a guard that he was nearby. The guard slowly opened the gates and allowed the elven Grey Folk in.
