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- Jul 23, 2024
The serenity of a calm lake, the soft breeze rustling the leaves on a big tree over a soft field of green grass. A cabin, just big enough for two, and a garden just outside. A small dock with a small boat, just big enough for a rider and a pole. A perfect escape from the world, a perfect way to live the quiet life. Yet then the rain starting, the blue sky turned gray and the calmness turned into thunderous roars as a storm whooshed in. The trees across the lake began to stir, and with a bolt of lightning, began to burn. Chaos. Then, a voice spoke over the chaos. The words arent clear, but the emotion behind it is. The voice is sad...scared, and alone. Suddenly a flash of fire overtakes all that the eye can see and he awoke. What a dream....
Rising from bed, Berethor, a young Knight Apprentice at the Castle Melion, is stirred by screams of horror. Rushing out of bed, he peers out the windows to see smoke rising from his cabin. His family's cabin, just outside of Old Oak Village, wherever his family was now, he hopes they werent anywhere close to here. Smokes rises through the trees, screams echo out. Rushing to throw on his chainmail beneath his black tunic, he straps on his leather bracers, slides on his boots and belts his sword to his side before taking his shield in hand and rushing out the door. His horse was startled out front, mounting quickly he hastily rides into village.
There wasnt much left beside horror, he didnt know what had happened, but there was nothing he could do now. The Castle.... He thinks before turning his steed around and riding towards the mighty city. However as he approaches, he see's the drawbridge was overun with fire, corpses, loosed arrows, and the gate behind it was shut. Remembering another way in, he routes his horse towards the old forest alongside the foot of the mountain that Castle Melion is built along side. A three story city with white and blue towers overlooking a great lake with a rushing river below the drawbrige. Beyond lies a far green country where a swift sunrise can be seen very morning. As Berethor rides down the road, before he could make it to the treeline, a battalion of soldiers patrolling the roads fired 6 arrows, three of which peirced his horse and the rider collapsed beside his trusty steed. The heavy breathing, the panic in it's sounds, the horse was no more in seconds, and all Berethor could do was run his hand through his steed's mane and whisper one last farewell before grabbing his sword and dashing into the old forest whle his pursuers chased. This forest was old, very old, predating the royal lineage and the founding of the Melian Kingdom. Its said to favor those who carry the King's blessing, whatever that could mean, but to Berethor's favor, his pursuers gave up as the forest became winding and treacherous. An hour had passed, and the forest became more and more dense, but finally he had found the rear clearing where an old stump lies. Within he finds the lantern he was told about during his training, lighting it, he follows a secret path into the mountain side. Winding, rising, dipping, wet, steep, jutted, curvy, bumpy, and too dark for any normal adventurer, he traverses this narrow passage into the caverns below the City.
His lantern was the difference between his life and his death here as he maneuvers deeper into this maze of a cave before finally finding the bridge guarded by a ravine of seemingly endless depths. Carefully, he steps onto the shakey old wooden bridge, setting his lantern beside it as he walks across. The creeks and swaying making his sweat wet the wood below him. Once across, he regrets leaving his lantern, but carries on nonetheless. Ahead the way was not long, in fact before him as the pathway narrows, he can hear voices. A deep and scary voice barking orders, female voices crying out. a struggle, many muffled sounds he begins hearing as he drawers closer and closer to...a wooden wall. The voices become almost clear now, and he can hear someone on the other side of this wall. Berethor knocks with the hilt of his sword, and again...and again. Until the voice on the otherside finds the source of the noise and approaches what appears to be a bookshelf. Confused, a burly knight with all golden armor swings a mighty axe blade attached by a chain at the bookshelf, cracking it in half in one swing as Berethor leaps back on the other side. With one movement, Berethor lunges in and swings his sword in a two-hit slash bringing his blade across the neck of this foreigner knight and returning it with a slice through his left knee, beheading and amputating it in one movement.
Having just completed his training at the Academy, Berethor was set to be knighted next week. That wont be happening now it seems, but his training was paying off nonetheless. Looking around, he appears to be...in a dungeon. So this was the secret passage he was told about, not very well guarded, but it served him well. Looking around, he see's several cells filled, mostly with prisoners of the kingdom, but in two cells he see's women. Beautiful women. In one cell there were many, in another there was only one. A Princess. The Princess....
Rising from bed, Berethor, a young Knight Apprentice at the Castle Melion, is stirred by screams of horror. Rushing out of bed, he peers out the windows to see smoke rising from his cabin. His family's cabin, just outside of Old Oak Village, wherever his family was now, he hopes they werent anywhere close to here. Smokes rises through the trees, screams echo out. Rushing to throw on his chainmail beneath his black tunic, he straps on his leather bracers, slides on his boots and belts his sword to his side before taking his shield in hand and rushing out the door. His horse was startled out front, mounting quickly he hastily rides into village.
There wasnt much left beside horror, he didnt know what had happened, but there was nothing he could do now. The Castle.... He thinks before turning his steed around and riding towards the mighty city. However as he approaches, he see's the drawbridge was overun with fire, corpses, loosed arrows, and the gate behind it was shut. Remembering another way in, he routes his horse towards the old forest alongside the foot of the mountain that Castle Melion is built along side. A three story city with white and blue towers overlooking a great lake with a rushing river below the drawbrige. Beyond lies a far green country where a swift sunrise can be seen very morning. As Berethor rides down the road, before he could make it to the treeline, a battalion of soldiers patrolling the roads fired 6 arrows, three of which peirced his horse and the rider collapsed beside his trusty steed. The heavy breathing, the panic in it's sounds, the horse was no more in seconds, and all Berethor could do was run his hand through his steed's mane and whisper one last farewell before grabbing his sword and dashing into the old forest whle his pursuers chased. This forest was old, very old, predating the royal lineage and the founding of the Melian Kingdom. Its said to favor those who carry the King's blessing, whatever that could mean, but to Berethor's favor, his pursuers gave up as the forest became winding and treacherous. An hour had passed, and the forest became more and more dense, but finally he had found the rear clearing where an old stump lies. Within he finds the lantern he was told about during his training, lighting it, he follows a secret path into the mountain side. Winding, rising, dipping, wet, steep, jutted, curvy, bumpy, and too dark for any normal adventurer, he traverses this narrow passage into the caverns below the City.
His lantern was the difference between his life and his death here as he maneuvers deeper into this maze of a cave before finally finding the bridge guarded by a ravine of seemingly endless depths. Carefully, he steps onto the shakey old wooden bridge, setting his lantern beside it as he walks across. The creeks and swaying making his sweat wet the wood below him. Once across, he regrets leaving his lantern, but carries on nonetheless. Ahead the way was not long, in fact before him as the pathway narrows, he can hear voices. A deep and scary voice barking orders, female voices crying out. a struggle, many muffled sounds he begins hearing as he drawers closer and closer to...a wooden wall. The voices become almost clear now, and he can hear someone on the other side of this wall. Berethor knocks with the hilt of his sword, and again...and again. Until the voice on the otherside finds the source of the noise and approaches what appears to be a bookshelf. Confused, a burly knight with all golden armor swings a mighty axe blade attached by a chain at the bookshelf, cracking it in half in one swing as Berethor leaps back on the other side. With one movement, Berethor lunges in and swings his sword in a two-hit slash bringing his blade across the neck of this foreigner knight and returning it with a slice through his left knee, beheading and amputating it in one movement.
Having just completed his training at the Academy, Berethor was set to be knighted next week. That wont be happening now it seems, but his training was paying off nonetheless. Looking around, he appears to be...in a dungeon. So this was the secret passage he was told about, not very well guarded, but it served him well. Looking around, he see's several cells filled, mostly with prisoners of the kingdom, but in two cells he see's women. Beautiful women. In one cell there were many, in another there was only one. A Princess. The Princess....