Post by Shizuo Heiwajima on Jan 5, 2012 4:13:55 GMT -5
Howdy guys!
Okay, so here's the next part to Sector 3, and if I'm being honest? We're still sort of in the prologue, and this is the first of about, I think three parts at the most? I'm not sure yet! But after that, we'll start moving out] of the prologue and into the main part of the story. And just a few quick notes before we begin, right now we're seeing everything to do with Knytez, not the common soldier, that's why everyone's in gallant armour and using swords and such, trust me, the common soldier will be much different. There is a reason that throughout the story, I'm not mentioning Taeon by name. Other than that, I don't think I have anything else to bring up... So enjoy!
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Men were crowded into the church, three were knelt in front of the Regal Lord King Graydor Felt and the High Bishop of Tseyova, the people around them were currently engaged in singing hymns but the songs were swiftly coming to a close. King Graydor took a step forward, he had a longsword at his waist and a pistol on the other side, motioning out with his arms in a wide arc that was intended clearly aimed at the three kneeling men “You three have served in the service of Knytez” he said with a small nod, his golden crown not moving from his head “You have all served admirably and have completed all the trails that they have set you, but now you have one more challenge ahead of you. The Knytewars” one of the men raised his eyes slightly before dropping them again, the Knytewars were the hardest task that would ever face a Squire, but as the man who had briefly looked up gently touched the black pistol at his waist, he had this nagging feeling that he would succeed. He knew that he would be a Knyte. “Behind me lays a jar that is filled with strips of paper, on each strip of paper is the name of a creature, you must find and slay that creature and bring me its pelt before the rise of the blue sky in two weeks, some of you may complete this task in a few hours, some may take the entire two weeks, but believe me when I say this, I have the utmost faith in all three of you.” He turned to the High Bishop “Bless them, my Bishop” The High Bishop bowed “Yes, your Grace” he turned to the men and held his hands out over their heads and started speaking.
“May the divines watch over these valiant men as they venture out into the wilds in search of your own creatures, may you bless them with the honour of finding and slaying the animals bore from your own wombs and guide them safely home to their families” he lowered his hand and bowed to the three men “May the divines guide you in your quest”
The men stood and approached the jar that was before them. The brown haired squire was set to be the last to choose his hunt, and already in his mind he could picture the worst thing that could possibly happen “I shall draw Tiger…” he thought to himself “The legendary Tiger, whose likes have not been seen for centuries” the first squire approached, and withdrew a sliver of paper, opening it, he turned to the crowd with his close-cropped black hair and read aloud “Ox” many applauded but they seemed unimpressed, the Ox was an easy slay, the most difficult part was getting some poor farmer to part with the creature. The second man, this one blonde of hair, withdrew a sliver of paper and turned to the guests and he also read aloud “Bear” the applause was much louder this time, the bear was one of the most difficult slays and many wondered if this squire would return alive, the dread in his eyes spoke all of his courage. And now it was his turn, he approached the jar, reached in, and removed the third sliver of paper and stared down into those that remained, praying to the gods that somewhere in that jar was the sheet that said ‘Tiger’ turning to the crowd, he un-folded the paper and looked up at the audience, with a face of stone.
“Tiger.”
And the crowd roared like the beast of legend.
The brown haired squire marched through the halls of Sir Drust’s keep in simple clothes, a black doublet with the silver crescent moon of the Knyte, some plain brown breeches and black boots. He knocked upon a plain wooden door and pressed his ear to it, waiting for a summon “Enter” a voice said, and the young squire pushed the door open. Sir Drust waited inside his own armoury with his back to the young boy who had just entered “I pulled the Tiger, my Lord…” he said glumly, seeing all of his dreams of being a Knyte flush down into the gutter, but Sir Drust simply nodded “A hunt worthy of one with such skill…” he turned to face the young squire “My boy, you have served me loyally for the past five years, and although I know you are refused the proper armour and weapons of a Knyte, I can at least present you with this…” he stood aside, to reveal a set of a mail armour. It was exquisite to say the least with a black surcoat which held Drust’s sigil upon it. It had no helm, instead consisting of a chainmail coif. No longsword hung at its side and the squire had suspected as such, but the dirk that rested against the belt of the surcoat brought a smile to his face. “It is all yours” Drust said with a nod “It’s not expensive armour, and I could have bought you better, but it shall serve for the next month or so, don’t expect to be given plate armour the second you become a Knyte. You’ll need to give the smithy’s time to make it.” The young brown haired squire simply nodded with a big grin “You are too kind, my Lord” Drust brushed aside the compliment “Indeed, let’s get this armour upon you and see if it weighs down that bloody grin of yours…”
He felt like a Knyte. He didn’t look one, he wasn’t one, this he knew but all the same he felt like one. The armour fit him almost perfectly, the chainmail greaves were somewhat baggy and his coif almost fell over his eyes, but it didn’t stop him feeling like the ultimate warrior that he wished himself to be. “Aye…” Sir Drust said with a nod as he ordered his servants away “It shall serve valiantly…” he muttered before giving the young squire a pat on his back and a smile “As I said earlier boy, you have served me loyally, and I shall await the day we fight together as Knytez!” the boy nodded with a grin “As do I, my Lord.” Drust placed an arm around the boys shoulders and pushed him towards the door “Now go!” he ordered “You only have two weeks, waste nought of it! My stable hand has prepared you a mount.” The boy nodded and jogged off towards the stable.
Sir Drust moved towards a nearby window and rested an arm against its frame, looking into the yard he saw the young squire mount up and couldn’t help but smile. Was it pride? Surely not, the boy had only served him for five years, and he had been a harsh teacher as well as a fair one as all Knytez were with their squires, but perhaps it was something else… Something to do with the boy. He was now in the saddle and turned to the gate, preparing to set off. Yes, it had to be something to do with the young squire that was about to set off to slay a beast of legend. “He has it in him…” he whispered aloud as the boy galloped off “Good luck…”
“Sir Taeon”
Okay, so here's the next part to Sector 3, and if I'm being honest? We're still sort of in the prologue, and this is the first of about, I think three parts at the most? I'm not sure yet! But after that, we'll start moving out] of the prologue and into the main part of the story. And just a few quick notes before we begin, right now we're seeing everything to do with Knytez, not the common soldier, that's why everyone's in gallant armour and using swords and such, trust me, the common soldier will be much different. There is a reason that throughout the story, I'm not mentioning Taeon by name. Other than that, I don't think I have anything else to bring up... So enjoy!
~
Men were crowded into the church, three were knelt in front of the Regal Lord King Graydor Felt and the High Bishop of Tseyova, the people around them were currently engaged in singing hymns but the songs were swiftly coming to a close. King Graydor took a step forward, he had a longsword at his waist and a pistol on the other side, motioning out with his arms in a wide arc that was intended clearly aimed at the three kneeling men “You three have served in the service of Knytez” he said with a small nod, his golden crown not moving from his head “You have all served admirably and have completed all the trails that they have set you, but now you have one more challenge ahead of you. The Knytewars” one of the men raised his eyes slightly before dropping them again, the Knytewars were the hardest task that would ever face a Squire, but as the man who had briefly looked up gently touched the black pistol at his waist, he had this nagging feeling that he would succeed. He knew that he would be a Knyte. “Behind me lays a jar that is filled with strips of paper, on each strip of paper is the name of a creature, you must find and slay that creature and bring me its pelt before the rise of the blue sky in two weeks, some of you may complete this task in a few hours, some may take the entire two weeks, but believe me when I say this, I have the utmost faith in all three of you.” He turned to the High Bishop “Bless them, my Bishop” The High Bishop bowed “Yes, your Grace” he turned to the men and held his hands out over their heads and started speaking.
“May the divines watch over these valiant men as they venture out into the wilds in search of your own creatures, may you bless them with the honour of finding and slaying the animals bore from your own wombs and guide them safely home to their families” he lowered his hand and bowed to the three men “May the divines guide you in your quest”
The men stood and approached the jar that was before them. The brown haired squire was set to be the last to choose his hunt, and already in his mind he could picture the worst thing that could possibly happen “I shall draw Tiger…” he thought to himself “The legendary Tiger, whose likes have not been seen for centuries” the first squire approached, and withdrew a sliver of paper, opening it, he turned to the crowd with his close-cropped black hair and read aloud “Ox” many applauded but they seemed unimpressed, the Ox was an easy slay, the most difficult part was getting some poor farmer to part with the creature. The second man, this one blonde of hair, withdrew a sliver of paper and turned to the guests and he also read aloud “Bear” the applause was much louder this time, the bear was one of the most difficult slays and many wondered if this squire would return alive, the dread in his eyes spoke all of his courage. And now it was his turn, he approached the jar, reached in, and removed the third sliver of paper and stared down into those that remained, praying to the gods that somewhere in that jar was the sheet that said ‘Tiger’ turning to the crowd, he un-folded the paper and looked up at the audience, with a face of stone.
“Tiger.”
And the crowd roared like the beast of legend.
The brown haired squire marched through the halls of Sir Drust’s keep in simple clothes, a black doublet with the silver crescent moon of the Knyte, some plain brown breeches and black boots. He knocked upon a plain wooden door and pressed his ear to it, waiting for a summon “Enter” a voice said, and the young squire pushed the door open. Sir Drust waited inside his own armoury with his back to the young boy who had just entered “I pulled the Tiger, my Lord…” he said glumly, seeing all of his dreams of being a Knyte flush down into the gutter, but Sir Drust simply nodded “A hunt worthy of one with such skill…” he turned to face the young squire “My boy, you have served me loyally for the past five years, and although I know you are refused the proper armour and weapons of a Knyte, I can at least present you with this…” he stood aside, to reveal a set of a mail armour. It was exquisite to say the least with a black surcoat which held Drust’s sigil upon it. It had no helm, instead consisting of a chainmail coif. No longsword hung at its side and the squire had suspected as such, but the dirk that rested against the belt of the surcoat brought a smile to his face. “It is all yours” Drust said with a nod “It’s not expensive armour, and I could have bought you better, but it shall serve for the next month or so, don’t expect to be given plate armour the second you become a Knyte. You’ll need to give the smithy’s time to make it.” The young brown haired squire simply nodded with a big grin “You are too kind, my Lord” Drust brushed aside the compliment “Indeed, let’s get this armour upon you and see if it weighs down that bloody grin of yours…”
He felt like a Knyte. He didn’t look one, he wasn’t one, this he knew but all the same he felt like one. The armour fit him almost perfectly, the chainmail greaves were somewhat baggy and his coif almost fell over his eyes, but it didn’t stop him feeling like the ultimate warrior that he wished himself to be. “Aye…” Sir Drust said with a nod as he ordered his servants away “It shall serve valiantly…” he muttered before giving the young squire a pat on his back and a smile “As I said earlier boy, you have served me loyally, and I shall await the day we fight together as Knytez!” the boy nodded with a grin “As do I, my Lord.” Drust placed an arm around the boys shoulders and pushed him towards the door “Now go!” he ordered “You only have two weeks, waste nought of it! My stable hand has prepared you a mount.” The boy nodded and jogged off towards the stable.
Sir Drust moved towards a nearby window and rested an arm against its frame, looking into the yard he saw the young squire mount up and couldn’t help but smile. Was it pride? Surely not, the boy had only served him for five years, and he had been a harsh teacher as well as a fair one as all Knytez were with their squires, but perhaps it was something else… Something to do with the boy. He was now in the saddle and turned to the gate, preparing to set off. Yes, it had to be something to do with the young squire that was about to set off to slay a beast of legend. “He has it in him…” he whispered aloud as the boy galloped off “Good luck…”
“Sir Taeon”
