The Traveling Warrior [Dream]

[8Evolution8]

It was a little before high noon, the bright ball of fire was still making its climb into the air as the figure appeared over the horizon. He was becoming to gain fame and notoriety from his feats, something he had no plans of stopping anytime soon. They were beginning to call him the Foreign Knight well others believed he was death itself. Not because of his personality I assure you. It was because of the brown complexion of his that was a rarity among the towns he went to. He was personally thankful he wasn't dark enough to be confused with the night itself.

Just a shade or two pass milk chocolate. Not to mention the long black dreads that went down the middle of his back, appearing like a hood during battle sometimes. It was hard to tell his height for sure as he rode the white horse down the dirt path. But he stood a good six foot two with rugged good looks that showed he was use to getting his hands dirty and could still bring the woman to him. The man had a medium build, hidden by the black tunic though his exposed arms hinted to the chiseled physique that hid underneath. Besides the chainmail beneath his tunic, greaves that protect his legs from the knee down, and the shield on the back of the horse. He had little armor. Something that only increase the reputation of his skill.

Looking down to his horse, he checked to see if it had regained its strength and breath. "Good, girl. Lets go." With a tap of his heel, the beast erupted into a fast pace run to better close the distances to his next task. He traveled along or at least that was what people knew about him and that was the plan. A cloud of dust was left in the wake of the horse, one that had less mass than most, clearly showing it was a animal of speed and not strength. "Here he comes!" A guard roared out when they saw the figure and those long dreads flowing behind him like a cape. "The Reaper is here! Call the captain!" Yet no one stopped him.

Pride was going to be the downfall of each kingdom. Their desire to prove their superior to some outsider and had better soldiers than the last kingdom. By the time he had reached the castle gates, a crowd had already amassed. Civilians as well guards from both the surrounding area and the castle. Twenty men stood before the entrance with grins on their faces while some were stretching and getting ready for the fight to come. "Fools are the best dinner." He whispered to his horse as he descended her.

He removed the round buckler shield and his sword, which was a little shorter than a normal long sword and held a figure eight shape guard. "That's all?" A knight called out with a hearty laugh that only served to produce a smirk from the traveling warrior. "I do believe it's too much, but I think you'd feel better if I didn't beat you unarmed." The warrior said with a broad grin on his face that made the men angry at his arrogance. "Why yo-" But the warrior held his hand up as if to ask for him to wait. "I am Dominic Goldwin and I have come to challenge the strongest person here. Be it male, woman, or dog." He said while dropping those dark gray eyes onto the lead male. It seemed like he could see the steam rising from him which made him laugh inside.

"I merely ask for a bed for the night, dinner and breakfast, food and water for my house, and safe passage. All placed and agreed upon with your god as witness." Granted they never followed through with this agreement once Dominic actually beat them, but he only thought right to ask for something. "Now, bring me your strongest, mightiest, and bravest warrior. My sword grows hungry!" The man roared before fixing his sword and its case to his left hip. Taking his shield to place onto his left arm as he waited for the first man to step up.

 

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                                    "Our strongest fighter?" a knight chortled. He flashed a proud grin, toothy and overflowing with self confidence. As he approached the visitor, his plate armor rattled in an almost lyrical tone, singing a song of malice and bloodshed. Tight within his hands was a broad two handed weapon; a sword. It was chipped and worn but more then capable of crushing a few bones if need be. Though arrogant and sure of his abilities, this knight as not the strong resident within the castle, merely a peon compared to some of the forces that lied within.
                                    
                                    The wave of men parted ways for one particular woman whom had braved the courtyard barefoot. They were admittedly filled with unease when they bared witness to her eyes, eyes that were no lighter then ginger-ale but were tempest and had an unusually nonchalant gleam to them. In the ever so gentle breeze her coal-colored lion's mane swept over her shoulders, revealing her rather soft features and striking gaze. "There will be no battle. You're welcome to stay in the castle as long as you behave." The men were allured by her mercy; by her tone and her sovereignty. She deemed this 'visitor' greedy as he sought after the shelter of a castle rather then an inn, and abused his strength to acquire comfortable sleeping arrangements.
                                    
                                    Several of the knights displayed their approval but the woman, who was outlandishly stoic, lobbed them a reassuring glance. "Estelle, where are you going?" One of the men questioned. She appeared to be toting about a messenger bag. It was strapped taught around her wide hips, though the satchel itself was resting behind rather in the front. Estelle's position in the castle was never truly official. Many had labeled her as a traveling merchant while others called her a shaman; a soothsayer. Her loyalties were ultimately ensconced and the inhabitants of the kingdom felt that she wasn't one-hundred percent loyal to their king. She would disappear for days at a time and return with spoils such as medicine, jewels and materials on her person.
                                    
                                    Her clothes had dubbed her a simple traveler - leggings, a tight black tunic and over-sized gray cardigan. Around her neck was a pendant, forged of pure silver and diamond.
                                    
                                    "To drop off some antibiotics. A pestilence has been plaguing the slums."
                                    
                                    "Antibiotics? To the slums? That's a waste of time."
                                    
                                    "A life is not a waste of time." With stony eyes directed forward, she began her trek, passing the foreigner and his pet mare. "Do not cause trouble. I've vouched for you. Sully my name and we will have an issue on our hands, sir."
                                    
                                    
                                    
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[8Evolution8]

Dominic so loved confidence. A man dripping from it feed his blade nicely and he was eager to please his old friend. A single brow raised only to vanish as he erupted in a small fit of laughter. "I said strongest, not the easiest one. Go sit down." He told the big brute. Those gray eyes of his had already began dissecting the armor, searching out the weak points he knew of and had been taught. There were two things he needed to worry about.

One was that the armor didn't way him down as much as he was thinking. The second was that he knew of his own weaknesses and was ready to defend them to the death. He only hoped he was cocky enough to think no man would rush him like he was planning to. Dominic moved his right hand towards his left side so he could take the handle of his sword. Getting himself ready to attack only to have a woman step up and attempt to crush those dreams. Hearing that wasn't good and it didn't at all help his plans.

Staying the night here didn't help him or his party at all. He spotted the old lady he knew well in the crowd and she simply gave him a shrug of her shoulders. So it was left for him to think of some way to drag things on a bit longer. 'Perfect' Dominic thought. He allowed the woman to make her way through the crowd and even come to stand near him. 'Now this is perfect' He thought as a devilish smirk came upon his face.

His hand left his sword to give her a firm smack on the ass, squeezing it some before stepping away from her. "So this is the valor of your kingdom? Woman speaking out of term to PROTECT their weakling knights?!" Dominic shouted out while the old lady lowered her head and shook it in disgrace. He surely had a way with words, that was as much. The warrior moved closer to the soldiers while withdrawing his sword from its sleeve. "I don't need a place to sleep. I'd figure that is the least such a poor piece of shit town could manage to give me." He said only to add.

"Or should I not be rewarded for teaching your knights just how vast the world is? Of showing them their limits and flaws?" Dominic finished as he placed his blade to the ground, drew a circle around him for make a ring. "Come one, come all. Defeat and shy is guaranteed. Asswhipping and embarrassment if optional!" The man boasted with a hearty laugh. He needed more time until he got the right signal.