TheSarranid
Regular
(This is a FP story from the side of August, a son of King Harlaus. He was smuggled away at a young age and sent to the Eastern world to study. Harlaus had a watchfu eye, and sent him some adult size armor.)
CHAPTER 1 Ah, Praven. I remember it as I were still here for all my life. I said to my hires assistants who would help me carry my armor. I felt as if I stood out too much. A "Civillian" in Plate Armor, with a Morningstar and a Winged Great Helm. Gauntlets didnt help either. It was dawn. October 29th 1257 to be exact. Then out of nowhere, bandits came. I managed to fight them off. Like it was nothing. I marched into the Castle. After letting the guards take my Morningstar. As I walk in, a echoing voice hits my ears. Clear as crystal, even through this thick Helm. "Who are you?" says King Harlaus, or to me, father. I remember his thick Pravenian (German) accent. Like butter to my ears. "I have come back Father." I say. He looks confused. "What? What is your name?" he says to me in a angered tone. "August, your son, you smuggled me away years ago to keep me safe from the Vaegirs and the Rhodoks. You didnt fail." A wide smile comes across his face. "YOU LIAR! YOU BEGRUDGE OUR KING WITH LIES! HOW COULD YOU! MEN! KILL HIM!" I hear a certian Stamar shout out. Grainwad and my Father look surprised. I see the Red Crosses on their surcoats. One word pops up, "Templar." As if it were part of me, my hidden blade is used. After those two goons, the two Sergants ready their Awlpikes in a effort to help me. I see my Father, Harlaus, and Grainwad reach for their swords. Count Stamar goes for my father. He has his sword pointed at his neck. As the two Swadian Sergants go slowly for him, I rush in and tackle him, sticking my blade into his neck. "Well, that was easy." I say. Harlaus looks overjoyed to see me. "I thought you were dead! I though something like a Crusade or a plauge would do you in. But I guess you proved me wrong! Welcome home, my son." "Well, Crusades, no. Plauge, no. Him...." I point to Stamar. "Not at all." "Good." "Well. You just got back. I think you need to go explore Praven for the rest of the day. Ill come with you." And so we do.
CHAPTER 1 Ah, Praven. I remember it as I were still here for all my life. I said to my hires assistants who would help me carry my armor. I felt as if I stood out too much. A "Civillian" in Plate Armor, with a Morningstar and a Winged Great Helm. Gauntlets didnt help either. It was dawn. October 29th 1257 to be exact. Then out of nowhere, bandits came. I managed to fight them off. Like it was nothing. I marched into the Castle. After letting the guards take my Morningstar. As I walk in, a echoing voice hits my ears. Clear as crystal, even through this thick Helm. "Who are you?" says King Harlaus, or to me, father. I remember his thick Pravenian (German) accent. Like butter to my ears. "I have come back Father." I say. He looks confused. "What? What is your name?" he says to me in a angered tone. "August, your son, you smuggled me away years ago to keep me safe from the Vaegirs and the Rhodoks. You didnt fail." A wide smile comes across his face. "YOU LIAR! YOU BEGRUDGE OUR KING WITH LIES! HOW COULD YOU! MEN! KILL HIM!" I hear a certian Stamar shout out. Grainwad and my Father look surprised. I see the Red Crosses on their surcoats. One word pops up, "Templar." As if it were part of me, my hidden blade is used. After those two goons, the two Sergants ready their Awlpikes in a effort to help me. I see my Father, Harlaus, and Grainwad reach for their swords. Count Stamar goes for my father. He has his sword pointed at his neck. As the two Swadian Sergants go slowly for him, I rush in and tackle him, sticking my blade into his neck. "Well, that was easy." I say. Harlaus looks overjoyed to see me. "I thought you were dead! I though something like a Crusade or a plauge would do you in. But I guess you proved me wrong! Welcome home, my son." "Well, Crusades, no. Plauge, no. Him...." I point to Stamar. "Not at all." "Good." "Well. You just got back. I think you need to go explore Praven for the rest of the day. Ill come with you." And so we do.
