Chapter 0

Prelude to a DnD campaign my friend is hosting; based on the events of the latest solo session

Chapter 0

Lord Iamver sat on the front porch of his modestly furnished manor, looking down at his town from the slight elevation his seat offered him. Occasionally he’d stir to sip tea from a large, ornate round cup. He had an amiable, aged face, characterized by a strong nose and fierce, dark green eyes. Now his graying brows were furrowed in a worried frown, and if his expression was anything to go by, he wasn’t thinking about anything pleasant. That, or the tea hadn’t been properly sweetened.

The Empire of Quel’thanas had been growing bolder lately. They didn’t make many demands, but they were persistent. Already, Iamver had had to make concessions. A garrison of elves from that tyrannical Empire had already settled in, and it seemed like their demands were getting more and more insistent. It was a cause for worry. Iamver couldn’t let Quel’thanas take control of these people. Already, this seemed like the last safe haven in the North for all people, a place for those who were in danger from the Secret Police or the Red Swords.

The worst of all had yet to arrive, however. The true reason for Iamver’s worry was a danger far more urgent than political demands from the Empire. A large garrison force was on its way from the South. At any moment, Iamver feared to see their ranks approaching from the horizon.

“Still here, my lord?” a cool voice said from behind the aging citylord. He wasn’t supposed to be here yet. Iamver stood up, feeling a pang of exhaustion, and carefully left his tea on the wooden seat.

“Yes. What do you wish of me, ambassador?” Iamver’s reply was slow, radiating his disdain of the elf.

“Nothing, for now. I simply wished to join you, in your wait for our forces.”

The citylord sneered. “’Our’ forces? Do not mistake me for one of you. I tolerate you because I must.”

“You will soon have to more than tolerate us, Iamver.” The elf’s response was quick, smooth and said with a cool smile. Iamver didn’t reply, but he clenched his fists repeatedly in obvious anger.

Don’t be so sure of yourself, you arrogant nonhuman. The citylord turned his back to the ambassador, interlocking his hands behind his back. Yes, this town wouldn’t fall so easily.

Author's Note

This isn't my best writing, I'd like tips and critique on how to improve my language, use of idioms (maybe suggest idiomatic replacements to some sentences?)

Reviews

[ghostlyhearts]

In the first paragraph after the word pleasant there is a quotation mark. I did not see another so perhaps its an unfinished thought.
Other than that, I simply enjoyed your story. You gave great detail without apply too much. Great work.

[Mikael Malmberg]

Well, thank you! I appreciate your support and your enjoyment of my writing. :)