Chronicle: Another Day in Villehelm

Please re-read the previous chronicle first. There was a late edit, and should be reviewed for continuity. Thanks.

Shreev knew something that Krellion did not. For hours that day, he sat motionless on the wall, staring off into the hills. Wylven had abandoned him almost immediately on introduction, and Krellion had nothing to do but to listen to Shreev. Shreev had very little to say though, and they spent most of the time just looking off into the distance. There was some small talk, Shreev asked about the weather where Krellion was from, and paid little attention when the Eladrin started elaborating on his home town and the people he knew. It was a quiet day on the wall. Too quiet for the Warlord's liking.

"Do you know something, Shreev? Is there something out there?" Krellion asked, as it was nearing sundown.

"Ah, yes. I forget that not everyone can sense it. The battles. They have their own ebb and flow, and one is nearing us." He spoke, but no part of him moved in order to do so, Krellion wondered exactly where the words came from.

"Are you saying you were built to sense a battle just as I was born to see the sky or feel the wind blow? I find that highly unlikely, Captain." Krellion said as he ruffled the hair on the left side of skull.

Shreev turned to look more to the west, still not facing Krellion. "It is the same way when a man or elf approaches me and tells me how wonderful it is to be alive. I cannot fathom life, and the concept confuses me greatly. I was built for war, and my life is war."

Krellion stopped short. He sat down with his back against the wall and thought about this until the 8th bell rang. It was getting late, and he was ready for a short rest. Just as he began to enter a meditative state, the warforged jabbed him in his chest with a rounded wooden truncheon.

"When you meditate tonight, meditate not on my words, for they will bend you to do wrong. Every warforged leader needs at least one among the living to advise." Shreev uttered the words as if they would be Krellion's last. And Krellion meditated on them for a full four hours.


Krellion snapped out of his trance just as he heard the final bell of the night. It was dark, but he could still see fairly well with his keen fey-like eyes. "I understand Shreev. And I am prepared to do exactly what you need of me, even if it means destroying you if necessary."

"That's what I needed to hear. Glad to be serving with you, Captain Krellion."