Post by Sir Caedric Moore on Sept 21, 2017 16:47:03 GMT -8
Here's my first freebuild for September.
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The Valeguard Commander's cloak swirled and snapped in the wind that tugged at it as it blew across the Loch and over the ramparts of the tower. Caedric brushed his hair from his face with a gloved hand and looked out over the waters of Black Loch, watching as white clouds scudded across the blue sky reflected in the waters' surface. Boats were moving about like water skimmers; longships and fishing vessels returning from farther out on the Loch or from Jharton Bay slid smoothly to the docks by the Dragon Gate while schooners and rowboats lazily made their way around the rocky shore. The mountains came down close to the city on this size of the loch and the valley, their sides bathed in the fog and mists that rose off the surface of the loch were sparsely vegetated yet covered in a patterning of different shades of moss and lichens. A pair of mountain goat kids chased each other up and down the slick boulders while the larger adults grazed farther up the hillside on patches of tough grass.
Caedric had come to the top of the tower to get some fresh air; the store room below had only arrow slits, aside from the stained glass windows, and neither provided much air flow. A captain of the Vigil was also below, outfitting the Valeguard's newest recruit with his new livery and gear, and Caedric had seen this sort of thing hundreds of times.
"Ah, the tunic fits ye nicely," the captain said through a thick Garhim accent, smiling at Tytos Jorin as he gazed about the store room. "Give that sword a few swings to get the feel of it and grab anything else ye need - a bow, arrows, a shield, what have ye - then head up to the top; the Commander is waiting for you."
"Aye, sir," Tytos replied, then watched as the Valeguard soldier thudded his way up the wooden staircase, his footsteps echoing through the tower as he ascended. Tytos couldn't believe the day had finally come: he was in the Valeguard. A real knight. "Well," he thought, "a recruit, but a recruit leads to a soldier and a soldier becomes a knight." He smiled despite himself and swung the short sword a few times, fighting the invisible foe he imagined before him. He took a wide stance, as sir Hollander had shown him, on the rug beneath him and went through what he remembered of the drills, moving from one position to another.
"Aye..." he said aloud, to himself. "This is where I belong. Courage. Honor. Loyalty. For Garheim."
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As always, comments and criticism are welcome and appreciated!
Ronin
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The Valeguard Commander's cloak swirled and snapped in the wind that tugged at it as it blew across the Loch and over the ramparts of the tower. Caedric brushed his hair from his face with a gloved hand and looked out over the waters of Black Loch, watching as white clouds scudded across the blue sky reflected in the waters' surface. Boats were moving about like water skimmers; longships and fishing vessels returning from farther out on the Loch or from Jharton Bay slid smoothly to the docks by the Dragon Gate while schooners and rowboats lazily made their way around the rocky shore. The mountains came down close to the city on this size of the loch and the valley, their sides bathed in the fog and mists that rose off the surface of the loch were sparsely vegetated yet covered in a patterning of different shades of moss and lichens. A pair of mountain goat kids chased each other up and down the slick boulders while the larger adults grazed farther up the hillside on patches of tough grass.
Caedric had come to the top of the tower to get some fresh air; the store room below had only arrow slits, aside from the stained glass windows, and neither provided much air flow. A captain of the Vigil was also below, outfitting the Valeguard's newest recruit with his new livery and gear, and Caedric had seen this sort of thing hundreds of times.
"Ah, the tunic fits ye nicely," the captain said through a thick Garhim accent, smiling at Tytos Jorin as he gazed about the store room. "Give that sword a few swings to get the feel of it and grab anything else ye need - a bow, arrows, a shield, what have ye - then head up to the top; the Commander is waiting for you."
"Aye, sir," Tytos replied, then watched as the Valeguard soldier thudded his way up the wooden staircase, his footsteps echoing through the tower as he ascended. Tytos couldn't believe the day had finally come: he was in the Valeguard. A real knight. "Well," he thought, "a recruit, but a recruit leads to a soldier and a soldier becomes a knight." He smiled despite himself and swung the short sword a few times, fighting the invisible foe he imagined before him. He took a wide stance, as sir Hollander had shown him, on the rug beneath him and went through what he remembered of the drills, moving from one position to another.
"Aye..." he said aloud, to himself. "This is where I belong. Courage. Honor. Loyalty. For Garheim."
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As always, comments and criticism are welcome and appreciated!
Ronin