Edited by Defeatist Elitist, 20 December 2011 - 05:10 PM.
Shattered Honour : Chapter One
Posted 20 December 2011 - 05:09 PM
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"No matter. So then, are there any others who wish to join us on the path to see Lord Randel?"
Posted 20 December 2011 - 06:01 PM
"It's a pity you feel the need to come with us," he says, "I have a feeling whatever talents you may possess will be wasted on this route, but as you seem to know so much don't let me stop you."
"And I'm glad that you are able to see reason," he continues, turning back to the bulky man, "It's an all too rare trait."
Edited by Defeatist Elitist, 20 December 2011 - 06:01 PM.
Posted 20 December 2011 - 06:48 PM
"Rebekka Ravensdale at your service milord," she said to him, extending her hand outward and giving him a roguish wink.
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Posted 20 December 2011 - 09:01 PM
Her armor and shield looked about as battered as she is, cuts, dents, and obvious signs of wear and tear on them, and the flanged mace she kept hanging from her belt still showed the dark red of dried blood on its head, remnants of her victims yesterday. The plan outlined seemed pretty sound to her - at least more sound than the slaughterfest that the incompetents in charge of the castrian army sent them into yesterday - and she quietly - or as quiet as someone clad in full plate armor can be - stood up and moved to join the group that was headed to see Lord Randel.
Sneaking around was never something she was good at, so the supply run was out of the question.
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Posted 20 December 2011 - 11:26 PM
"You seem to be one who understands what I mean, no? I can tell from the way you carry yourself, you take pride in the badges of honour shown by that armour. Each is a fight you have fought with your all, and survived." Leonhard said to the woman with a hearty laugh, giving her a rough, yet friendly pat on the back.
"Still, it looks like quite a few of those are fresh. Were you one of the few others I saw cleaving their way out after the masses had fled?"
Posted 20 December 2011 - 11:40 PM
"Yet I disagree with what you said. They are not badges of honor. They are lessons learned, and paid for. In blood and lives." She then gestured to the bandage covering her right eye. "Some just happen to be more expensive than others."
Posted 20 December 2011 - 11:47 PM
"The rest of you are to go on the supply runs. Avoid violence if possible, but if it's that or your lives, or more importantly the supplies, then don't hesitate to kill them before they call for help.
"Both of you have dangerous tasks ahead of you. The armoury is just outside, and I have Kris taking stock. Those of you without equipment, ask him for what you want, he'll hand it to you. If he gets snippish then I'll smash his bloody head in."
He looks at you for another moment, then nods, satisfied. You are dismissed.
Edited by Furetchen, 20 December 2011 - 11:48 PM.
Posted 20 December 2011 - 11:48 PM
"If it weren't for those scars, those lessons, could you call yourself the same warrior? Without them, you would be just as you were before even taking up your mace. To have those scars is the proof that you have lived in the heat of battle and emerged the victor. So even if you do not think of them as such, they are still badges of honour." Leonhard finished with a smile.
Posted 20 December 2011 - 11:52 PM
The conversation sounds interesting, but I can't quite see straight yet. Best to wait a little longer, and hope I get my vision back. Teacher said this stuff was supposed to mess with the opponent's eyes for a week. My drops were meant to prevent the worst of it, but even the guys I tested it on said that they had problems seeing for a few days. Nothing to do but wait.
Posted 21 December 2011 - 12:01 AM
"My name is Shayna." She said, extending her hand for a shake.
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Posted 21 December 2011 - 12:07 AM
He picked a good, solid battle-axe from the quartermaster, who proved reluctant to give steel to a foreigner. As for his bow... that he kept, trusting to Petrarchan yew, and his ringmail hauberk. He didn't intend to be parted with either until his death day.
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