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Written by Lomant
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Tuesday, 13 February 2007 |
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Lomant slowly walked out in front of Night-Flash with both swords ready. When he took a pace forward he saw each and every one of them all take a pace backwards and couldn’t help but grin. One glanced from his companion that was laying on the ground and back at Lomant…then screamed some incoherent battle cry and rushed forward, followed by the other three. Lomant ducked the slash that was aimed at his throat and brought his own blade up across the brigands belly, slashing a mortal wound and bringing the other blade down across his back as his momentum spun his first blade and buried it into the chest of the second to come at him. As they both fell at the same time, Lomant was able to parry the attacks of the remaining two men, than smashed his mailed fists into their faces. As they stumbled backwards, clutching their shattered noses, Lomant bellow loudly as he slammed a sword through each of their chests. As they also fell to the ground dead, Lomant heard what sounded like a man choking from seeing his friends being killed without contest, and then it turned to a scream of terror as he threw the rusted blade through the woods and heard it thud into his chest. Lomant mounted Night-Flash again and road off as the last one fell from the tree’s.
As night fell, Lomant rode into a small town and headed to a tavern to get a drink. He opened the door and walked in, his blood spattered tunic drawing many gasps and stares. Sitting at a table alone, the keeper of the Inn came over and asked him what he would want. Lomant ordered a draught of ale, a room for himself and a stable for his horse. The Inn-keep nodded, took the money that was on the table and walked away. Lomant slowly surveyed the room and didn’t see the Inn-keep return with his drink. Coughing, he said, “Excuse me my Lord, your room is the third door upstairs, finest accommodations we have and here is your ale. Now I don’t mean to pry, but you didn’t have any trouble on the way into town did you? We have been hearing that a group of renegade Empire soldiers have taken up camp and are harassing any who pass near them.” Lomant laughed slightly and said, “There were six men in that group of brigands. One is still lying on the road alive and will wake up with a nasty head ache, the other 5…well they found out why it is not smart to cross swords with me.”
Nodding and smiling softly, he shuffled off. Lomant slowly drank his ale, watching the room occasionally roar in laughter from scattered tables as he ordered some food. After he ate, he went to check on Night-Flash to make sure he was comfortable, before proceeding up to his room. After having stripped himself of his light traveling armour, he took time to wash the blood off his clothes before taking a bath himself. After drying himself off, Lomant collapsed on his bed and was on the verge of sleep when someone thudded against his door. Instinctively, he quickly grabbed a dagger, blew out the candle and pressed his back against the wall beside the door and asked who was there. There was no answer, but a small envelope was slipped under the door and he heard boots thudding down the hall. Looking at the letter he could faintly make out his name in the dark. Lomant opened it and out fell a ring; quickly he read the letter, “So ‘Sir’ Lomant, you have become a full knight…I look forward to meeting you in your ‘attempt’ to avenge your pitiful brother. Signed, Sir Amorelot.”
Crumpling the letter into a ball he hurled it across the room and looked at the ring…it bore the crest of his family and engraved at the bottom of it he could barely make out the word “Lomandalis”. Throwing open the door, Lomant ran down the stairs and outside, trying to see if he could find the one that delivered the letter…but the streets were bare. Glancing at the ring, he slipped it on his finger and went back into his room and quickly fell asleep.
The next morning, Lomant got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. In the morning light he could see that the tavern was actually quite clean, bright and cheerful. In the corner he could see some men that were passed out on the table, obviously having drunk themselves stupid last night. As the Innkeeper came to ask what he wanted for breakfast, he ordered his food and to have his horse ready to leave within two hours. Nodding, he left to get everything ready.
Lomant couldn’t help but run what happened last night through his mind over and over. He knew it would only have been a messenger, but he wondered if he could have gotten some information from him. Pulling his map from his pocket he saw that he was only two days ride from Amorelot’s castle. He quickly finished his food, threw some money on the table than walked upstairs and got dressed in his light armour before walking out of the Inn and riding out of town in haste.
He rode fast, for a few hours, than slowed to a walk. Only stopping to rest every few hours, he made good time and got farther in one day than he had originally expected. That night, Lomant steered Night-Flash off the road and set up camp. Lighting a fire he lay back and quickly fell asleep.
In the morning, he awoke to the feeling of Night-Flash nuzzling and licking his neck for food. Laughing he stood and fed his mount some grain he took from Couronne and jerky for himself. In the dawns faint light he could barely make out the spires of a castle on the horizon. Patting Night-Flash on the neck he whispered that they would be there by nightfall. As he donned his armour, Lomant heard a crack of thunder overhead and muttered how much he detested the rain.
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