(Ettermire/Alerar) ~The Rebuilding of House Krotar~

[Nosdyn]

(Note: Continued after the events of the Hearts Gather thread)

One day...

A month later...

Nosdyn was playing something like a flute that day. A wind instrument made by his people. The people of the Tular Plains. It was a sad song. His children were gathered nearby on the grand porch of Ealladra's house. Nosdyn was an old soldier. A relic of Althanas history long since burnt to ash. A warrior who wanted there to be a peace between Men and Demons. A warrior who wanted to right the wrongs of the sins of his Fathers during the Demon's War of ages prior.

Nosdyn played the song.

"Father why are we different from the other kids of Ettermire?" Sellax, one of his boys asked.

"The blood of Tular Plains flows within you." Nosdyn said and looked away for a moment. "I'm sorry for many matters." He looked at the children gathered there were ten by that point including Tharak, son of Nosdyn.

Sellax, son of Nosdyn looked at his Father. Many questions were on his mind. "Father, when can we get our own shields?"

Nosdyn chuckled. "When you are old enough to carry it above your head." Nosdyn explained to his childrend. "State Precept Number one boy." Nosdyn stated giving his children the rudimentary education of a Krotar Warrior.

"Precept Number one." The boy began. "When your fellow man or woman falls next to you on the skirmish line, you pick them up to continue the skirmish. Sir."

Nosdyn nodded. "The most important part of the skirmish line is your Sword and Shield. Never forget." Nosdyn continued the lesson. "When you earn your sword you will be expected to fight for your brothers and sisters always. That goes to the sons and daughters of Ettermire." Nosdyn said. Carefully teaching his children political skills of the people of Ettermire.

Sellax, son of Nosdyn stood up and walked over to his Father, hugging the older Demon. "Thank you Father." Nosdyn hugged back embracing his son. Then all of the kids hugged their Father.

Nosdyn held them closely for a long moment. It was afternoon that day. One of the Ettermire politicians suddenly made his way to Ealladra House.

"Lord Krotar?" The Dark Elf asked, he was a proud noble.

"Yes sire, what can I do for you?" He dismissed his children and approached the noble. Keeping a respectful distance.

The nobleman bowed. "Lady Lloth wishes to speak with you."

Nosdyn considered that. "It is time for the audience then?"

"Yes the hour is upon us now." The noble said.

Nosdyn agreed. "Very well I shall gather my things and immediately go to the Temple of Lloth." Nosdyn went to go get his things and hug his woman, Ealladra before the meeting....