Post by Shizuo Heiwajima on Jan 16, 2012 16:34:43 GMT -5
Alright! Here's the next part guys, firstly let me apologize for my recent absence yet again, my work has been piling up steadily and due to new internet restrictions I can only have one internet guzzling machine on at a time! But anyway, the second part of the Knytewars chapter of Sector 3 is here! 
Here, Taeon meets The Knytes of the Stag, as to who they are? Well, that's just a mystery!
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Men were making camp by the roadside, and if the young squire was being honest they made him wary. Both appeared to be some sort of Hedge Knyte. Hedge Knytes were Knytes who had originally sworn their swords to the King but afterwards went rogue and made a living as mercenary’s swearing their swords now only to the man with the most money. Most Hedge Knytes held no more honour but a select few still honoured the way of the sword and upon seeing he was a squire aid him in his quest, but considering the appearance of those that sat in front of him, he presumed that they were the former. As he approached, one of the Hedge Knytes looked across to him and gave a grin, on his surcoat he wore the sigil of a black stag against a white backdrop. “Hey, Bones, would you look at what we have here! A young squire!” Despite the Hedge Knytes appearance, he spoke with a cultured voice, the sort he may have expected from any of the eastern cities. The second Hedge Knyte glanced across at the boy with sad eyes, the expression seemed natural but it drew attention to his eyes… Those eyes… They were blood red and seemed to pour into the young Squire’s own soul. Looking across at the man who had spoken he noted that he had similar eyes, and both had a shock of black hair, the one he referred to as ‘Bones’ had a scar that ran from the left side of his forehead, down across his nose and mouth to his right cheek, and yet he was still handsome in a rugged sense. The first Hedge Knyte had slightly longer hair that fell down the back of his neck and smooth features, he was handsome in a more traditional sense, and had a small beard sprouting from his chin.
Bones simply grunted at the Squire and turned back to the fire that the pair were tending, the other man however stood up and approached, the Squire found himself instinctively placing a hand on his pistol and the Hedge Knyte simply laughed at him and raised his hands in a show of peace “Easy there, boy…” he said, red eyes flashing “You don’t want to get into a fight you can’t win” his eyes looked down upon the longsword that sat at his waist, it’s scabbard was of standard wood and leather quality but the hilt looked to be made of carved silver and the pommel had a ruby inlaid into it, the Squire removed his hand from the pistol but still eyed the Hedge Knyte warily.
“Hold your distance…” he told the Hedge Knyte who once again, simply laughed at him, he continued walking forwards and the Squire found his hand once again reaching to his pistol, but this time he gripped it’s handle firmly and started to un-holster the firearm. This time the Hedge Knyte froze and his eyes once again seemed to flash, but it wasn’t as easy going or as charming as the Hedge Knyte had intended it to be the first time, this time the flash was threatening, dangerous, it was every reason that the young Squire had to release his grip on the gun and take a step back from the former Knyte who simply shrugged and nodded.
“What’s your name, boy?” he asked, lowering his hands to his side and eyeing up the young Squire. He didn’t reply, he didn’t plan to. This man was dangerous, and Sir Drust had always told him that he should never give his name to a dangerous stranger. It only invited more trouble that required. When he didn’t answer him the Hedge Knyte sighed in frustration and simply waved a hand at the Squire and turned back to his fire, squatting down next to his silent companion he started talking with his fellow Knyte in hushed tones and glanced over his shoulder at the young Squire every now and again before turning back to the flames. Eventually he nodded and stood up, undid his sword belt and bent down to pick up a second, presumably belonging to ‘Bones’. Turning to the Squire he approached a nearby tree and propped the swords up against it, the hilt of Bones’ sword seemed to be made of some pale ivory, and a black Onyx stone sat in the pommel, it was a show of peace that was widely recognized amongst fighting men. The Squire undid his own weapon belt containing the pistol and dagger and laid it next to the Hedge Knytes before turning to him; the man nodded and motioned for him to take a seat next to their fire. As he moved towards the flames he noted that a small black rose was tattooed on each finger and thumb, and larger ones sat on the back of each hand, their stems trailing up the sleeves of his mail, the Squire could just make out the heads of more roses at the edge of the steel.
The Hedge Knyte noted his interest and grinned, a charming smile that the Squire felt had wooed many women over the years “Taking in the roses?” he asked as he squatted beside the fire again, stoking it lightly with a stick. “There’s a reason that they call me ‘Roses’ y’know!” The Squire stifled a laugh and both Hedge Knytes looked across at him, Roses curious and Bones blankly. “There something funny there, boy?” Roses asked “Some jape that we’re missing out on? Because by all means, feel free to fill me in…” The Squire took a gulp before remembering that he had always been taught to speak with honesty.
“I had always just assumed that Roses was a girls name, Sir” he bowed his head solemnly “I didn’t mean to offend” the Knyte burst out laughing but Bones looked as sullen as ever, Roses wiped a tear from his eye and looked across at the Squire.
“Aye, I suppose, that’s true, but there’s a reason for such a girly name, boy, I assure you!” he narrowed his eyes at the Squire “And what of you, boy? What’s your name?” The Squire fiddled slightly, he disliked speaking his name, he had made a solemn pact not to do as such until he could rightly place the word ‘Sir’ in front of it, that was the promise that he’d made to himself.
“Taeon, Sir…” he said, he was going to continue speaking but suddenly a hand was gripping him by the collar of his mail and slamming him against a nearby tree, the Squire was looking into deep red eyes with a scar running across the nose in between them. He was so drawn into the eyes that he barely noted the dirk that was pressed against his neck. One other thing stood out to the young Squire, his hands, skulls were tattooed on each finger and more trailed on his hands and then up his arms, much like Roses and his roses.
“Taeon, your name is Taeon?” Roses asked, casually as if nothing had just happened, looking over his shoulder at Bones who was holding the boy a good two feet off of the ground as if he weighed nothing at all. “Well?” the Knyte asked “Is it?” The Squire nodded and squirmed, trying to escape Bones’ grasp but his grip was like that of a vice, he couldn’t break free.
“Aye…” he breathed, grunting against the Knytes tight grip “My name is Taeon!”
“Taeon is a Centerland name…” Bones spoke for the first time since they had met, his voice was deep and monotone with no emotion behind it, the Squire struggled to read any emotion into it. He kicked at Bones’ legs and pulled at his arms.
“Aye, it is! My father lives just on the border of the Centerland’s!” he cried with a slight choke.
“Bones, release the boy, I think I’ve just managed to put two and two together…” Bones dropped the boy and he fell on to his knees choking. The Hedge Knyte sheathed his dagger and glared down at the young Squire before going to sit by the fire once again as if the entire event had been nothing but a simple greeting. “Your father lives just on the border of the Centerlands, aye?” Roses asked, earning a nod from the Squire whilst he clutched at his throat with a slight snarl in Bones’ direction. Roses simply nodded “So, you hail from Seaguard, yes?” the Squire nodded.
“Yes. I do, but why did your friend there just go so…”
“Crazy?” Roses offered
“Yes…”
Roses chuckled as he looked across at Bones who was stoking the fire with a stick, looking as calm and sombre as ever.
“His name is Taeon as well, we’re both from the Centerlands, so you needn’t worry about us being Hedge Knytes like you originally thought, no, we’re something completely and utterly different” the young Squire frowned in a display of disgust.
“Are you telling me that he attacks whenever someone says his name? If so why aren’t you being held against a tree..?” Roses chuckled with that sense of mirth and smiled across at the Squire.
“Don’t you realize? Taeon is a very select name, it’s not just the sort of name you name any Centerlander, that is the name of heroes and villains” Taeon glared across at Bones and nodded in his direction.
“And which is he, then?” Roses looked across at Bones who was now standing up, he walked over to the young Squire and squatted down onto one knee to look him directly in the eye, he narrowed his own blood red pools and seemed to see right through his flesh and directly into his soul.
“I am whichever my superiors demand me to be.”
He spoke bluntly before turning away and walking over to his sword belt, picking it up and attaching it to his waist, he looked across at Roses “Come on, Roses, we need to be setting off, we’ve wasted too much time speaking to this young Squire” Roses nodded, stood up and picked up his own sword belt and attached it to his waist before turning to the young Squire.
“Farewell, young one, good luck to whatever quest you’re on…” with that they both started off up the road before the Squire remembered why he was actually on this path, he ran up to his horse and mounted before chasing after the warriors.
“Wait!” he called out “Wait! I need to ask you a question!” Roses stopped and Bones followed suit not long after, he turned to face him and raised an eyebrow, his red eyes staring at him.
“And what is it you require of me, young Squire?” the young Squire gulped, he knew he was going to look like a fool but he had to ask anyway, he looked down from his horse at them and got his words off of his chest.
“Do you know where I can find a tiger?”
Roses laughed before nodding and pointing West “The Centerlands.” He said “Our home is absolutely packed full of tigers recently, but you had best be ready, they are vicious creatures and won’t surrender their pelts easily… Either way you’d be doing us all a favour getting rid of another one.” The young Squire nodded and started to trot off.
“Thank you.” He said politely before increasing his speed to a canter, Roses looked across at Bones who narrowed his eyes and spoke.
“Aye… Good luck to you Young Taeon…”
Here, Taeon meets The Knytes of the Stag, as to who they are? Well, that's just a mystery!
~
Men were making camp by the roadside, and if the young squire was being honest they made him wary. Both appeared to be some sort of Hedge Knyte. Hedge Knytes were Knytes who had originally sworn their swords to the King but afterwards went rogue and made a living as mercenary’s swearing their swords now only to the man with the most money. Most Hedge Knytes held no more honour but a select few still honoured the way of the sword and upon seeing he was a squire aid him in his quest, but considering the appearance of those that sat in front of him, he presumed that they were the former. As he approached, one of the Hedge Knytes looked across to him and gave a grin, on his surcoat he wore the sigil of a black stag against a white backdrop. “Hey, Bones, would you look at what we have here! A young squire!” Despite the Hedge Knytes appearance, he spoke with a cultured voice, the sort he may have expected from any of the eastern cities. The second Hedge Knyte glanced across at the boy with sad eyes, the expression seemed natural but it drew attention to his eyes… Those eyes… They were blood red and seemed to pour into the young Squire’s own soul. Looking across at the man who had spoken he noted that he had similar eyes, and both had a shock of black hair, the one he referred to as ‘Bones’ had a scar that ran from the left side of his forehead, down across his nose and mouth to his right cheek, and yet he was still handsome in a rugged sense. The first Hedge Knyte had slightly longer hair that fell down the back of his neck and smooth features, he was handsome in a more traditional sense, and had a small beard sprouting from his chin.
Bones simply grunted at the Squire and turned back to the fire that the pair were tending, the other man however stood up and approached, the Squire found himself instinctively placing a hand on his pistol and the Hedge Knyte simply laughed at him and raised his hands in a show of peace “Easy there, boy…” he said, red eyes flashing “You don’t want to get into a fight you can’t win” his eyes looked down upon the longsword that sat at his waist, it’s scabbard was of standard wood and leather quality but the hilt looked to be made of carved silver and the pommel had a ruby inlaid into it, the Squire removed his hand from the pistol but still eyed the Hedge Knyte warily.
“Hold your distance…” he told the Hedge Knyte who once again, simply laughed at him, he continued walking forwards and the Squire found his hand once again reaching to his pistol, but this time he gripped it’s handle firmly and started to un-holster the firearm. This time the Hedge Knyte froze and his eyes once again seemed to flash, but it wasn’t as easy going or as charming as the Hedge Knyte had intended it to be the first time, this time the flash was threatening, dangerous, it was every reason that the young Squire had to release his grip on the gun and take a step back from the former Knyte who simply shrugged and nodded.
“What’s your name, boy?” he asked, lowering his hands to his side and eyeing up the young Squire. He didn’t reply, he didn’t plan to. This man was dangerous, and Sir Drust had always told him that he should never give his name to a dangerous stranger. It only invited more trouble that required. When he didn’t answer him the Hedge Knyte sighed in frustration and simply waved a hand at the Squire and turned back to his fire, squatting down next to his silent companion he started talking with his fellow Knyte in hushed tones and glanced over his shoulder at the young Squire every now and again before turning back to the flames. Eventually he nodded and stood up, undid his sword belt and bent down to pick up a second, presumably belonging to ‘Bones’. Turning to the Squire he approached a nearby tree and propped the swords up against it, the hilt of Bones’ sword seemed to be made of some pale ivory, and a black Onyx stone sat in the pommel, it was a show of peace that was widely recognized amongst fighting men. The Squire undid his own weapon belt containing the pistol and dagger and laid it next to the Hedge Knytes before turning to him; the man nodded and motioned for him to take a seat next to their fire. As he moved towards the flames he noted that a small black rose was tattooed on each finger and thumb, and larger ones sat on the back of each hand, their stems trailing up the sleeves of his mail, the Squire could just make out the heads of more roses at the edge of the steel.
The Hedge Knyte noted his interest and grinned, a charming smile that the Squire felt had wooed many women over the years “Taking in the roses?” he asked as he squatted beside the fire again, stoking it lightly with a stick. “There’s a reason that they call me ‘Roses’ y’know!” The Squire stifled a laugh and both Hedge Knytes looked across at him, Roses curious and Bones blankly. “There something funny there, boy?” Roses asked “Some jape that we’re missing out on? Because by all means, feel free to fill me in…” The Squire took a gulp before remembering that he had always been taught to speak with honesty.
“I had always just assumed that Roses was a girls name, Sir” he bowed his head solemnly “I didn’t mean to offend” the Knyte burst out laughing but Bones looked as sullen as ever, Roses wiped a tear from his eye and looked across at the Squire.
“Aye, I suppose, that’s true, but there’s a reason for such a girly name, boy, I assure you!” he narrowed his eyes at the Squire “And what of you, boy? What’s your name?” The Squire fiddled slightly, he disliked speaking his name, he had made a solemn pact not to do as such until he could rightly place the word ‘Sir’ in front of it, that was the promise that he’d made to himself.
“Taeon, Sir…” he said, he was going to continue speaking but suddenly a hand was gripping him by the collar of his mail and slamming him against a nearby tree, the Squire was looking into deep red eyes with a scar running across the nose in between them. He was so drawn into the eyes that he barely noted the dirk that was pressed against his neck. One other thing stood out to the young Squire, his hands, skulls were tattooed on each finger and more trailed on his hands and then up his arms, much like Roses and his roses.
“Taeon, your name is Taeon?” Roses asked, casually as if nothing had just happened, looking over his shoulder at Bones who was holding the boy a good two feet off of the ground as if he weighed nothing at all. “Well?” the Knyte asked “Is it?” The Squire nodded and squirmed, trying to escape Bones’ grasp but his grip was like that of a vice, he couldn’t break free.
“Aye…” he breathed, grunting against the Knytes tight grip “My name is Taeon!”
“Taeon is a Centerland name…” Bones spoke for the first time since they had met, his voice was deep and monotone with no emotion behind it, the Squire struggled to read any emotion into it. He kicked at Bones’ legs and pulled at his arms.
“Aye, it is! My father lives just on the border of the Centerland’s!” he cried with a slight choke.
“Bones, release the boy, I think I’ve just managed to put two and two together…” Bones dropped the boy and he fell on to his knees choking. The Hedge Knyte sheathed his dagger and glared down at the young Squire before going to sit by the fire once again as if the entire event had been nothing but a simple greeting. “Your father lives just on the border of the Centerlands, aye?” Roses asked, earning a nod from the Squire whilst he clutched at his throat with a slight snarl in Bones’ direction. Roses simply nodded “So, you hail from Seaguard, yes?” the Squire nodded.
“Yes. I do, but why did your friend there just go so…”
“Crazy?” Roses offered
“Yes…”
Roses chuckled as he looked across at Bones who was stoking the fire with a stick, looking as calm and sombre as ever.
“His name is Taeon as well, we’re both from the Centerlands, so you needn’t worry about us being Hedge Knytes like you originally thought, no, we’re something completely and utterly different” the young Squire frowned in a display of disgust.
“Are you telling me that he attacks whenever someone says his name? If so why aren’t you being held against a tree..?” Roses chuckled with that sense of mirth and smiled across at the Squire.
“Don’t you realize? Taeon is a very select name, it’s not just the sort of name you name any Centerlander, that is the name of heroes and villains” Taeon glared across at Bones and nodded in his direction.
“And which is he, then?” Roses looked across at Bones who was now standing up, he walked over to the young Squire and squatted down onto one knee to look him directly in the eye, he narrowed his own blood red pools and seemed to see right through his flesh and directly into his soul.
“I am whichever my superiors demand me to be.”
He spoke bluntly before turning away and walking over to his sword belt, picking it up and attaching it to his waist, he looked across at Roses “Come on, Roses, we need to be setting off, we’ve wasted too much time speaking to this young Squire” Roses nodded, stood up and picked up his own sword belt and attached it to his waist before turning to the young Squire.
“Farewell, young one, good luck to whatever quest you’re on…” with that they both started off up the road before the Squire remembered why he was actually on this path, he ran up to his horse and mounted before chasing after the warriors.
“Wait!” he called out “Wait! I need to ask you a question!” Roses stopped and Bones followed suit not long after, he turned to face him and raised an eyebrow, his red eyes staring at him.
“And what is it you require of me, young Squire?” the young Squire gulped, he knew he was going to look like a fool but he had to ask anyway, he looked down from his horse at them and got his words off of his chest.
“Do you know where I can find a tiger?”
Roses laughed before nodding and pointing West “The Centerlands.” He said “Our home is absolutely packed full of tigers recently, but you had best be ready, they are vicious creatures and won’t surrender their pelts easily… Either way you’d be doing us all a favour getting rid of another one.” The young Squire nodded and started to trot off.
“Thank you.” He said politely before increasing his speed to a canter, Roses looked across at Bones who narrowed his eyes and spoke.
“Aye… Good luck to you Young Taeon…”
