Sir Barbarossa
Hey everyone,
I have been reading through the forums for about a year and a half now, but have never posted anything.
Anyway, today I started to write a story I had been thinking about for quite some time now.
I thought I post it on the forum and ask what you people think about it.
A man walked to the village, following a road. He looked like every other commoner. Long, black hair and small blue eyes he had. He smelled and both his body and hair were unwashed for several days, if not weeks. But there were also some things about this man what was not so common for a commoner. His back was straight instead of bent by years of hard work on the fields and he had a small sharp, sword. He was also quite muscular for the average commoner, but not much taller.
The village itself lay at the bottom of a hill, with a tower at the top of the hill. The village consisted out of cottages surrounding a big wheat field. A small mill, driven by three mules, and a bakery lay on the road which lead to tower, the road was still straight here. At the back of one of the cottages was a building what should pass as a warehouse. It was filled with bread which could easily be seen from where the man was walking.
As the man walked to the village, he saw that there were some warriors with Saxon heraldry on their armour and shields. The black-haired man also saw that the starved villagers were used as slaves on the field.
When the man came to the entrance of the village, a guard called out to him.
'Oi, you there! What you're doing here? Turn 'round and go home. Or else you can go work with them lads in the field or gather wood for the bakery.' The man ignored the guard and walked straight passed him. The guard, amazed by the man's ignorance, silently took a small axe out of his belt and raised his arm, ready to hit the man in his back. However, the man turned around while he got his sword and before the guard noticed it, he had a sword on his throat. The man spoke with a soft voice:
'So this is how Saxon's do battle. I am surprised William won. Backstabbing pieces of horse**** often are victorious.' Without further ado, the man pierced the guard's throat. The man walked on further to his destination. When a red bearded Saxon came out of one of the houses and saw the dead guard he shouted:
'What the hell is going on here?
'Your "guard" did not guard very well. I suspect you are the leader of this pack of backstabbing assholes. I challenge you to a dual. If I win, the surviving men, both the Saxons and the villagers, belong to me.' The red beard said:
'What if I win?'
'You don't.' The Saxon warlord laughed loudly and while all the villagers and Saxons looked he agreed and got his big axe and shield.
The man, with his blood-dripping sword still in his hand, charged the warlord. He tried to thrust the warlord's right thigh, but the warlord pushed the man with his shield. While the man fell to the ground, the warlord tried to swing his axe to the man's head. The man rolled away, jumped up, pushed the warlord with his full weight and this caused the warlord to stumble for a second. The man grabbed his chance and he put his sword in the warlord's back, the warlord stretched his arms from pain and screamed with his hoarse voice. The man pulled the sword down, cutting his whole back open.
As the warlord fell to the ground, the man ordered the remaining Saxons to line up.
'As you know, you belong to me know. I command you, and you do everything within your power to succeed in what I ordered you to do. Do...' The man was interrupted by one of the Saxons.
'We shall never listen to you. Killing our warlord doesn't mean you own us.' The man walked to the Saxon who had spoken. Before the Saxon knew it, the man grabbed one of the throwing axes from the Saxon's belt an hit him in his stomach. As the Saxon bowed in pain, the man hit him in on his head, resulting in an ear deafening sound of a skull being broken. The Saxon fell to ground while his brain, or what should be his brain, leaked out of the head wound. Only three Saxons remain alive. As the man dropped the axe, he continued:
'As I was saying; do well and you shall be rewarded, Do badly and you will get punished. You can call me "sir" or "lord" if you need to speak to me. Although "Magnificent Overlord of all that is Awesome and Epic" will do just fine.' They did not seem to appreciate the joke. Then he walked to the starved and frightened villagers and said: 'I made a deal with this warlord that you belong to me once I had won. Well, I won. Now go to the warehouse and eat as much as you can.' He didn't need to say that twice, although all the villagers had mixed looks of surprise and gratitude on their face.
As the story progresses I may or may not keep on writing and post it here.
I hope you like it and tell me if you don't like it (and tell me what about it you don't like).
English is not my native language so there will be some grammar mistakes in it.
It is still in it's raw form (just wrote it) so there also be some weird sentences (I already spotted one
).
You may find some Mount & Blade influences or references in it (although I don't think so, not yet anyway).
Sir Barbarossa
I have been reading through the forums for about a year and a half now, but have never posted anything.
Anyway, today I started to write a story I had been thinking about for quite some time now.
I thought I post it on the forum and ask what you people think about it.
A Strangers and A Village
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A man walked to the village, following a road. He looked like every other commoner. Long, black hair and small blue eyes he had. He smelled and both his body and hair were unwashed for several days, if not weeks. But there were also some things about this man what was not so common for a commoner. His back was straight instead of bent by years of hard work on the fields and he had a small sharp, sword. He was also quite muscular for the average commoner, but not much taller.
The village itself lay at the bottom of a hill, with a tower at the top of the hill. The village consisted out of cottages surrounding a big wheat field. A small mill, driven by three mules, and a bakery lay on the road which lead to tower, the road was still straight here. At the back of one of the cottages was a building what should pass as a warehouse. It was filled with bread which could easily be seen from where the man was walking.
As the man walked to the village, he saw that there were some warriors with Saxon heraldry on their armour and shields. The black-haired man also saw that the starved villagers were used as slaves on the field.
When the man came to the entrance of the village, a guard called out to him.
'Oi, you there! What you're doing here? Turn 'round and go home. Or else you can go work with them lads in the field or gather wood for the bakery.' The man ignored the guard and walked straight passed him. The guard, amazed by the man's ignorance, silently took a small axe out of his belt and raised his arm, ready to hit the man in his back. However, the man turned around while he got his sword and before the guard noticed it, he had a sword on his throat. The man spoke with a soft voice:
'So this is how Saxon's do battle. I am surprised William won. Backstabbing pieces of horse**** often are victorious.' Without further ado, the man pierced the guard's throat. The man walked on further to his destination. When a red bearded Saxon came out of one of the houses and saw the dead guard he shouted:
'What the hell is going on here?
'Your "guard" did not guard very well. I suspect you are the leader of this pack of backstabbing assholes. I challenge you to a dual. If I win, the surviving men, both the Saxons and the villagers, belong to me.' The red beard said:
'What if I win?'
'You don't.' The Saxon warlord laughed loudly and while all the villagers and Saxons looked he agreed and got his big axe and shield.
The man, with his blood-dripping sword still in his hand, charged the warlord. He tried to thrust the warlord's right thigh, but the warlord pushed the man with his shield. While the man fell to the ground, the warlord tried to swing his axe to the man's head. The man rolled away, jumped up, pushed the warlord with his full weight and this caused the warlord to stumble for a second. The man grabbed his chance and he put his sword in the warlord's back, the warlord stretched his arms from pain and screamed with his hoarse voice. The man pulled the sword down, cutting his whole back open.
As the warlord fell to the ground, the man ordered the remaining Saxons to line up.
'As you know, you belong to me know. I command you, and you do everything within your power to succeed in what I ordered you to do. Do...' The man was interrupted by one of the Saxons.
'We shall never listen to you. Killing our warlord doesn't mean you own us.' The man walked to the Saxon who had spoken. Before the Saxon knew it, the man grabbed one of the throwing axes from the Saxon's belt an hit him in his stomach. As the Saxon bowed in pain, the man hit him in on his head, resulting in an ear deafening sound of a skull being broken. The Saxon fell to ground while his brain, or what should be his brain, leaked out of the head wound. Only three Saxons remain alive. As the man dropped the axe, he continued:
'As I was saying; do well and you shall be rewarded, Do badly and you will get punished. You can call me "sir" or "lord" if you need to speak to me. Although "Magnificent Overlord of all that is Awesome and Epic" will do just fine.' They did not seem to appreciate the joke. Then he walked to the starved and frightened villagers and said: 'I made a deal with this warlord that you belong to me once I had won. Well, I won. Now go to the warehouse and eat as much as you can.' He didn't need to say that twice, although all the villagers had mixed looks of surprise and gratitude on their face.
As the story progresses I may or may not keep on writing and post it here.
I hope you like it and tell me if you don't like it (and tell me what about it you don't like).
English is not my native language so there will be some grammar mistakes in it.
It is still in it's raw form (just wrote it) so there also be some weird sentences (I already spotted one
).You may find some Mount & Blade influences or references in it (although I don't think so, not yet anyway).
Sir Barbarossa
