Post by The Green Knight on Nov 18, 2008 13:26:20 GMT -5
He had been riding for sometime now, but at last he had reached his destination. For before him loomed the towering heights of Avaren Castle and surrounding the city its mighty walls. Beneath his visor, the man grinned grimly as he surveyed what the walls had to offer. From what he could tell, being an experienced campaigner, they were modestly defended and seemed in good upkeep. This meant that the city must have some martial tradition and would be able to fend off any conventional attack. Well that was why he, The Green Knight, had been sent to these lands.
Far way in the northeast is where he had once heralded from, a former Lord that had been caught up in a war for the crown of that kingdom. He, however, had been defeated in one of the last battles and had been stripped of all his possessions save his rainment and his warhorse. Such a disgraceful loss would've discouraged many from living, but not this man; oh no, for he not only survived his defeat but he made a name for himself. He did what he could in the kingdoms that he passed through. Sometimes he was hired as a general to attack another kingdom, but not have the blame be put on faction that hired him. And other times he would settle for smaller, but more exhilarating work: such as the line of kidnapping and assassinating royalty.
That was why he had come to Avaren.
He had a client that wanted to see the young rulers of Avaren brought before him. Whether the warriors of the City would pay a ransom or not, the Green Knight didn't know but he knew what his employer would do once he got his hands on the children. And he was very aware of his promised fee should he be able to pull this heist off. And so the Knighty sat astride his large, white warhorse and he viewed the walls looking for the slightest hint of weakness. His shining, steel armor clinked as he shifted himself for a better view, but alas he found no such weakness. So hefting his lance back into its holder, the Green Knight started his horse off at a brisk trot down to the entrance of the city.
For after all, he wasn't one of those ignorant types who go around wearing dark armor and proclaiming their dominion over others; for he wore normal steel armor with a gree livery, and he could easily pass a knight traveling through this part of the world without arousing too much suspicion.
Far way in the northeast is where he had once heralded from, a former Lord that had been caught up in a war for the crown of that kingdom. He, however, had been defeated in one of the last battles and had been stripped of all his possessions save his rainment and his warhorse. Such a disgraceful loss would've discouraged many from living, but not this man; oh no, for he not only survived his defeat but he made a name for himself. He did what he could in the kingdoms that he passed through. Sometimes he was hired as a general to attack another kingdom, but not have the blame be put on faction that hired him. And other times he would settle for smaller, but more exhilarating work: such as the line of kidnapping and assassinating royalty.
That was why he had come to Avaren.
He had a client that wanted to see the young rulers of Avaren brought before him. Whether the warriors of the City would pay a ransom or not, the Green Knight didn't know but he knew what his employer would do once he got his hands on the children. And he was very aware of his promised fee should he be able to pull this heist off. And so the Knighty sat astride his large, white warhorse and he viewed the walls looking for the slightest hint of weakness. His shining, steel armor clinked as he shifted himself for a better view, but alas he found no such weakness. So hefting his lance back into its holder, the Green Knight started his horse off at a brisk trot down to the entrance of the city.
For after all, he wasn't one of those ignorant types who go around wearing dark armor and proclaiming their dominion over others; for he wore normal steel armor with a gree livery, and he could easily pass a knight traveling through this part of the world without arousing too much suspicion.
