12-28-2013, 03:31 AM
Twilight slowly settled over the forest, the sun was long past to point of splendid shades of gold and red, though if he had his way, Ser Rhys would tell the tale of a battle fought with the suns last breath, but details didnt matter, not now anyway as he held his sword aloft, squinting in the under growth as he approached the cavern of the beast. He wished his armor was the polished steel of the royal guard, and his sword castle forged steel of the highest make, all of which his gear and even himself had once been, but now his armor had seen too many battles and too little polish, and his sword had been sharpened too many times to gleam in the light. But it was sharp and a dragon would earn him his merit back, or atleast so Rhys hoped.
He had been a knight once, a fine and proud knight, but now, one mistake of the field of battle had seen him deposed of all but what he wore on his back the day of his rebuke and and his bravery, all of which the tall man of 28 gathered as he stepped in to the cool and darkened mouth of the cavern, striking the lantern he carried at his hip untill then in to light and fastening it to his glove. He couldnt afford to drop this and be lost in a dark dragons cave.
At 28 Rhys was tall and had lived so far a privileged life, but hunger and constant work for what little he had made the man lean and a rougher around the edges then he had once been, with scruff at his cheeks, and his hair grown on in to a wild tail of auburn and oak colored hair at the nape of his neck held back with leather, but his eyes were sharp and more educated then the common mercenary he often looked now a days. Green orbs scanning the darkness for any sign of the creature he hoped would restore his honor.
"Dragon! beast of this wood, infernal one! Show yourself!" he called in to the darkness, once the light of the entrance was long behind him.
He had been a knight once, a fine and proud knight, but now, one mistake of the field of battle had seen him deposed of all but what he wore on his back the day of his rebuke and and his bravery, all of which the tall man of 28 gathered as he stepped in to the cool and darkened mouth of the cavern, striking the lantern he carried at his hip untill then in to light and fastening it to his glove. He couldnt afford to drop this and be lost in a dark dragons cave.
At 28 Rhys was tall and had lived so far a privileged life, but hunger and constant work for what little he had made the man lean and a rougher around the edges then he had once been, with scruff at his cheeks, and his hair grown on in to a wild tail of auburn and oak colored hair at the nape of his neck held back with leather, but his eyes were sharp and more educated then the common mercenary he often looked now a days. Green orbs scanning the darkness for any sign of the creature he hoped would restore his honor.
"Dragon! beast of this wood, infernal one! Show yourself!" he called in to the darkness, once the light of the entrance was long behind him.