Greetings all, I'm hoping someone can help me out here. I recall reading a very nice piece of fiction here a few months back about Akiros, Kressle, The Staglord, and Davik Nettles, however I seem to have failed to bookmark it. If I recall, it was written from Akiros' perspective - him trying to urge Kressle to leave if the opportunity showed itself, as well as had a wonderful telling of the interactions between The Staglord and Davik Nettles, explaining why nettles became what he did.
Can anyone point me to this piece of writing? I'd like to share it with my group -- it was pretty fantastic if I recall.
It was by Warforged Gardener if its the one I think you mean. Search for him in a user search then search his posts.
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She was a little girl once, lying in the road, dirt and pebbles pressing into her face as the gallop of hooves grew louder. She tried not to be afraid, but her little stomach, as tight and empty as an old leather coin purse baked in the sun, heaved and knotted. Her heart beat in her ears, in time with the coming horses and then faster and faster until she couldn't stop herself from crying. Her father's voice hissed at her from the bushes, "Don't move--you're supposed to be hurt." She steeled herself, willing her tears to stop but her heart was beyond her control. It screamed in her ear, run, run, run, before the horse grinds your head into the road, you're going to die, you're going to wet yourself like a little baby and die--
But the dust cloud of the charging horse slowed, and then it settled. The wagon was stopping. Her breath caught. This was it. She just had to lie still a few seconds more.
An Ulfen man climbed down from the wagon, his northern accent as rich and thick as his beard. "My god! Little girl? Little girl, are you all right? Can you hear me?" At first, she wanted to giggle. It was just a game, after all, just pretend. Her parents would shout "boo!" and they would all have a good laugh. But the Ulfen man sounded so scared that it gave her pause. He was scared for her, scared that she was hurt, that he'd almost run her down.