The adventures of Arthago, My first fan fiction so be gentle Options

[Agent Griff]

So, just that you know, this is my first fan fiction ever. I have done backstories for my Oblivion characters before but this will be different. It will also be from a First Person perspective, something I'm experimenting with for the first time btw. So here we go:

In the year 400 of our curent era, in the stronghold of Vulnim gate located to the North-East of Sentinel, I was born. My mother was a humble peasant girl who barely reached the age of 18. My father was a knight in the Order of the Candle, a great man, who many looked up to. Some could say that I had an easy life up ahead, beeing the son of a noble warrior but I can firmly deny their claims. My father was a perfectionist, always was, always will be. He always wanted me to strive to do the best I could in all my affairs. I was forced to join the Knights of the Candle at a fragile age. I was trained and chiseled in a warrior with knowledge of etiquette and various other skills. I was mainly a fighter though, I never was much of a diplomat.

When I reached the age of 15 my father gifted me with a horse of my own. I called him Whisper because he was quite quick and very quiet for an animal of his size. He wasn't much of a war horse though and always craved for my love and care. I figured that if I ever went into battle on his back I should dismount first to meet my enemies. My life went on in the same way until I reached the age of 18 years old.

At my eighteenth birthday I was greeted with the news that my father was found dead somewhere to the east of Vulnim Gate. It was a great tragedy, my mother was devasted. She wasn't worried for the death of her husband as much as she was worried that she would loose her social standing. That terrified her so. She was always the ambitious sort that clinged to whatever inch of power she could. She realized that she was going to have to take a job after the death of my father. She didn't have a great many skills. She knew how to spend money very well but didn't know many ways of making it. She got married to my father before she could complete her studies. She could have been a merchant but she was forced to work at a tavern.

After a few years of working at the tavern she must have caught some ilness from a traveller. Whatever happened she died a few days after and I was left completely alone, with no one to help me anymore. I was going to have to decide what to do and that had to happen fast or else I would end up some beggar on the street, and I know that my father wouldn't want that.

This is the end of the first part of the story. I hope you liked it and I also hope that I will receive some feedback.

This post has been edited by Agent Griff: Mar 4 2006, 09:07 AM

[minque]

Nice Griffie! A very good start here....and I definitely count on another update soon!

[Agent Griff]

Finally! Some feedback! Now that I have some feedback, I can start on part II. Well, anyway, here's part II:

After my mother died of some mysterious disease, I had to decide what to do with my life. If I remained in Vulnim gate, my fate would be that of a beggar boy. I decided to go to the home of my knightly order, The order of the Candle. Their base was in Sentinel, capital of the greatest Hammerfellian kingdom. The grandmaster of the order was Lord K'avar, a great warrior feared by many and respected by all. I planned on rising in the order and beeing an active member in general. Maybe, with some luck I could even become a rich man. Thus, I set on to Sentinel, looking to make my fortune.

A week later, I reached Sentinel. It's great ivory coloured gates were guarded by the most fearsome warriors I had ever seen. One of them shouted at me to name my bussines in Sentinel. I told him that I was a member of the Order of the Candle. He didn't quite believe me judging by his answer. He asked me to show the seal of the order. I had no such seal or any other item that could prove the fact that I belonged to the order. He then said the following:
"Now listen, traveller! I can understand that you lied to get free passage into the city. Now, jokes aside, you will have to pay me 25 drakes if you want to enter the city. Or else you can sleep in the desert!" he shouted.
I looked around my pockets for any money I had. Luckily, I had 31 drakes left over from the journey. I payed the guard his toll then the great gates of Sentinel opened in front of me. I laid my eyes on the great marketplace in front of me. It was teeming with activity. An old Redguard merchant was bartering with a younger customer over the price of a dagger. A woman was chasing a little boy through the streets. A noble with his guards were walking through the marketplace, peering at the selection of goods available. A travelling band of acrobats were performing a show to the music of a bard's lute. This city was everything my native town of Vulnim Gate wasn't.

I made my way across the marketplace to the great palace of king Lhotun. It was truly a jewel of a building and the greatest structure I had ever seen in my short life. King Lhotun was crowned king after the death of his brother. His brother, Greklith, was the original crown prince but a great plague had struck the city in recent times, killing alot of inhabitants, Greklith was among them. Lord K'asar lived in the palace, close to the king. I entered the palace after leaving my trusty horse in a stable. When I reached K'asar's quarters inside the palace a guard stoped me at the entrance. He told me that only high ranking members of the order were allowed inside K'asar's quarters. The guard directed me to the Marshall of the order. He didn't live in the palace, he had his own manor somewhere in the city. The guard told me that the marshall can give me tasks. I then proceded to make my way to the marshall's house, following the vague directions of the guard.

And that's it for part II! I hope you liked it and I hope I'll receive more feedback than last time.

[mplantinga]

An interesting start. I expect great things from Arthago. I hope that he will find the companionship he needs in the Order, and that they can help him develop into the honorable Knight I know he can become.

[jack cloudy]

I like it. Let's hope that he is accepted this time, as opposed to being seen as too young by the guard outside.

[Taillus]

Very well composed. I am liking it so far and I hope that you get the feedback as well as praise you need to continue on. I can see you having a great story and I am eager to read more.

[Agent Griff]

Thanks alot for the Feddback! When a writer doesn't receive feedback for his work he may think that it isn't liked. Well, you've proven me wrong! Now to get on writing.

After making my way across the labyrinthian streets of Sentinel I finally reached the house of the Marhsall of the order, a man called Daron. For a man of his rank he had a pretty small house. It had only 1 floor and its walls were in a pretty bad shape. What a guy I thought as I knocked on his door. A tall man opened the door, he had a dirty beard and a scar runing along his left cheek. He asked me in a rough voice what bussiness I had with him. I told him that I was a member of the order of the Candle, looking for tasks.
"A lazy lout like you? A knight in the order? Don't humour me Redguard! Go back to the slug-hole from which you apeared in the first place!" he said in an annoyed voice. I thought to myself that this man didn't advance in the order by using his fine manners, he was clearly a warrior at heart. I decided that my name wasn't going to get me anywhere so I told him that if he didn't believe me when I told him that I was a knight in the order he should then test me for my skills and aprove if I was a good candidate for a knight or not.
"Well, we could arrange something. Hmm, let me think about what task I should give you. Meet me tommorow at the "Sleeping Trader" tavern next to the great Marketplace alright?" he said in a rather calm voice.

I agreed and left Daron to his little house. I then asked an old man near by where I could find an inn. He directed me to the "Hunding's Rest" inn. The old man described the inn as beeing comfortable and rather cheap for a traveller. I made my way to the inn acording to the man's directions. When I entered the inn, everyone inside directed their eyes at me as if they had never seen a traveller before. There was a woman behind the counter, a Redguard. I hoped she was the publican of the inn because I could get a bed cheaper from a fellow Redguard than from a Nord for example. I greeted her and asked if she was the publican, she respoded positevely and I got myself a bed for 5 drakes. I then made my way upstairs to where my room was. It was a little small for my tastes but it was good enough for a comfortable night's sleep. I took off my clothes which were full of sand from traveling to Sentinel across the Alik'r desert. It was warm in Sentinel all year round so you almost always had to sleep naked if you wanted to get a good night's sleep.

I woke up the next morning with a sore back. The bed wasn't that great and it also creeked like a dying animal whenever I moved. I put my sandy clothes on then made my way down. I greeted the publican on my way out and then travelled to the other side of town, to the great market. After 2 hours of travelling through the winding streets and back-alleys of the city I finally reached the marketplace. It was bristling with activity as always. I saw the "Sleeping Trader" tavern close to a blacksmith's kiosk. I entered and found Marshall Daron waiting for me in a secluded back table of the tavern. I greeted him in a respectfull way and sat down. He answered with a nod to my greeting and then told me his chosen task.
"You are to go to the town of Rhogusa, on the edge of the kingdom close to the Alik'r desert. There you shall find a traitor to the order, you are to find him and kill him. His name is Jomic. Watch out though! I have heard that he is a good fighter and very likely to pose a chalenge. He has stolen a large ammount of coins from the coffers of the order. If you kill him AND find the money then I'll be very proud of you. Now go! Good luck." said Daron in a calm voice.

I left the tavern and stoped to make up a plan of action. I wasn't just going to barge in the town in which Jomic was hiding and just kill him. I needed a plan. I decided to buy some armour and weapons first since I was in front of a blacksmith's marketplace stall. I went up to the smith and asked him what kind of weapons did he have. He showed me a collection of steel and iron daggers, steel sabers, iron axes, silver, steel and plain iron longswords. He also had an asorted collection of armour pieces. I decide to buy a plain iron longsword from the man and with the money I had left I also bought a pair of old gauntlets. With all of my money thus spent I made my way to the city stables to get my horse. I was ready to go on a great journey.

Well, that's the end of the third part of my story. It's the longest part by far. I hope you liked it and I hope I'll receive nearly as much feedback as I received last time. Cheers!

This post has been edited by Agent Griff: Mar 3 2006, 06:58 PM

[Taillus]

Very nice post once again. Just remember that we all can't respond to a story as quickly as we would like. I found that out a little while ago. Do not think that a lack in comments means a lack in interest. Most people here are working on Fic's of their own. Keep up the good work and I will be checking in on this work often.

[jack cloudy]

Taillus is right, but that doesn't mean we won't try. So here it comes.

A nice update. So refused again, but given a task to prove his worth. I'll be looking forward to the plan.

[mplantinga]

I'm glad to see that Arthago has been given a chance to prove himself. It was also nice to see him think carefully about what he would be up against; it seems to me that he is clearly on the path to being a great warrior.

Keep up the great work.

[Agent Griff]

Thanks for the interest shown here guys! I'll do my best to make this story the best it can be. On a footnote, 16 more days and Oblivion comes out!


After buying my new sword and a pair of old gauntlets I got my horse from the stables then set off to Rhogusa in search of Jomic. Daron had entrusted me with a task and I wasn't going to fail him. I have a little honour code you see? Whenever somebody entrusts me with a task to complete or some information to pass on I never fail that person. I always think that if he died, that would be what the respective person wanted, for me to complete his task. My father, may Arkay watch his soul, taught me that honour code and I try to live by it. Honour and principles aside, I set forth into the desert to Rhogusa. I didn't try to tire my horse though. A stupid thing I did while preparing for the journey was that I spent my money on weapons and armour and not on suplies. I was going to have to be careful while travelling through the desert, I had heard rumours of orc bandits which attacked travellers.

After a few hours of travelling I could clearly see that I desperately needed some water, else I and my horse would die. The desert however was relentless and I could only see dunes of sand all around me. Luck however quickly struck me. A few miles ahead, I found a fountain in the middle of the desert. What luck! It was guarded however by 3 Imperial Leggionaires. I asked them if I could drink from the fountain.
"The fountain is empty Redguard. See to your travels!" responded a Leggionaire to my question. How strange, I thought, that 3 soldiers were guarding an empty fountain in the middle of the desert. I dismounted off Whisper then walked around the soldier's camp a little. They were all looking suspiciously at me and I was afraid that they would attack me. I however aproached the fountain and looked down it. I saw two ropes, one going to the bottom of the fountain, and with a big sack of sand on it which was close to me. I told the soldiers that I was convinced that there was no water and that I was on my way. They seemed pretty relieved.

I mounted on my horse then, when passing by the fountain, I drew my sword and cut the rope holding the sand bag. It went down and a bucket full of water came up! I grabbed the bucket and rode off shouting to the Leggionaires:
"You shouldn't be greedy boys!" while I rode off. They were clearly annoyed and one of them grabbed his javelin. He threw it at me. When I turned back to look at them once more, I saw that javelin heading straight towards me. I closed my eyes and thought that I had reached the end of my days. I opened my eyes a few moments later and saw the javelin stuck in the sand. Thank the gods I thought. After riding a few miles just to be sure I got rid of the soldiers, I stoped the horse for a break and gave him the bucket. Whisper was very relieved to finally get some water, he was clearly weakened by the gallop.

After that break, I resumed my journey to Rhogusa. It was a hard ride for me, and my horse. For miles across all I could see was sand and dunes. There was also the ocassional sand storm involved. All of these factors made my journey considerably slower. I howver reached Rhogusa after a mere 2 day's journey from Sentinel. It truly had the look of a border town and pirate heaven. I decide to tread carefuly though this town in which I was an outsider. I decided not to leave my horse at the stables. There were so many criminals in this town that my horse could well get stolen. I then decide to look over my plan of action again. I did the first part, geting here across the desert. Now the harder part, finding and killing Jomic. The first thing to do would be to ask for him at the local tavern I thought as I made my way to the tavern called "Scoundrel's Hide". When I entered I was greated by the suspicious looks of everyone inside. Nice hospitality I thought. The tavern wasn't exactly full but there were enough people inside. 3 men were standing at the bar, 2 Redguards and one Imperial. Another 2 men were standing at a table, one of them was a noble by his dress and manners. I also saw 3 other men gambling at a table, one of them was drunk and the other 2 were obviously taking advantage of him. I decided to go to the Imperial at the bar since he was looking pretty sad and rundown. I greated him and he presented himself.
"Greetings traveller, my name is Atius Volenus. And what brings you to the british boat-end of the kingdom?" said the Imperial in a sad voice.

"I'm looking for a Redguard who goes by the name of Jomic. Do you, by chance, know him?" inquired I.

"Jomic you say? I know that filthy pig! He betrayed me! I want him dead for what he did to me." said Atius in an angered voice.

"Well, if you really want him dead I could help you with that. But I'll need- I was intrerupted by Atius.

"A reward? Of course! Is 300 drakes enough? That's all I have at the moment sadly. But once you kill him I can give you more! Because he has alot of money which he's hiding somewhere!" said Atius in an enthusiastic voice.

"I don't need money Atius. Just tell me where he is and I'll even the score for you alright? I responded.

"Well, if that's what you want. I know he's hiding in the warehouse at the southern edge of town. If you want I can come with you and help you. I've heard he is a good swordsman." said Atius.

"You'd better not. He sounds like a dangerous man and I don't want you geting hurt." I said. In truth though, I lied to Atius. I was actually afraid of him beeing on Jomic's side and turning on me when we reached him.

"Alright then Arthago. If that's what you want. Good luck!" said Atius.
After ending the conversation with Atius, I headed off to the southern warehouse where Jomic was suposedly hiding.


And that's it folks! I hope you liked it and I'll receive some good'ol constructive criticism.

[jack cloudy]

I think it was a fine piece of work. Well done. Love it how those Imperials lost their bucket. Now they'll have to climb down for their water.

[Agent Griff]

Love it how those Imperials lost their bucket. Now they'll have to climb down for their water.

Or send one of their own across the desert to the nearest town to try and take a bucket. I'm glad you liked it anyway! 1 comment is enough for me to continue the story.


The sun was seting over the Alik'r desert. A dozen tones of orange were bombarding my weathered eyes while I looked at the old, wooden warehouse of Rhogusa. I wasn't here to enjoy the scenery though. I was here on bussiness. The gates to the warehouse were big and decrepit. One kick could bring them down. I however, wasn't that type of person and preffered the more stealthier aproach. That warehouse must have had a back door. I circled it and finally saw what I was looking for, an open door. I entered. The warehouse was dark and rat-infested, its old rafters were creaking like a dying animal. If Jomic was hiding then I couldn't hear him. As I slowly investigated the warehouse, looking for any signs of Jomic, a wind started blowing. Just great I thought as the howling wind made Jomic practicably invisible to my ears. After sneaking around a little more, a wooden plank from the rafters broke and down fell Jomic. He wasn't a tall man, he seemed more like the agile sort. He quickly got up and lunged at me with his shortsword. It was the first time I fought with someone to the death. I quickly parried his thrust with my reflexes if nothing else. After seeing that I was on my guard, Jomic ran out of the warehouse. He was quick if nothing else. I ran after him.

He broke down one of the warehouse doors and ran outside. I chased through the streets of Rhogusa. He was agile, he even threw a mechant's cart in my way, I however with an incredible ammount of agility of my own, jumped over the cart. This Redguard was sure fast. He must have goten tired though because he quickly entered a two story building. I followed. He ran up the stairs to the second floor. He was going for the roof, it was clear to me now. Using a trapdoor he got up on the roof of the building. I gave chase as best as I could but those heavy old gauntlets were tiring me. I threw them away as quick as I could then continued the chase. I however was amazed at Jomic's next act. He jumped over from the building on which we were standing to another building close by. This man was clearly desperate beyond all means. I tried to jump to, and with some hardship succeded. I almost fell though. I then thought that it was better to let him go than to loose my own life.

Jomic's last jump amazed me though. He had two building choices, one tall, two floor building to his right or a smaller 1 floor to his left. For a mysterious reason Jomic chose the smaller, left building. If it was me in his place I would have opted for the taller building. However his landing shocked me more than his jump. He landed on a hole in the roof covered up with straw and some old wood and fell right through it. I quickly got up and jumped to the building where he landed to see what had happened. I then layed my eyes on the stollen treasure Jomic had stolen from the order. That's why Jomic chose this building and not the other. The treasure was in pristine shape, Jomic, for some reason hadn't touched it. Jomic however wasn't in the same shape as his treasure was, when he fell, he fell right into a golden spear propted against a table. Jomic had proven a worthy oponent so I stoped to pray for his soul to gain safe passage to the netherworld and not into the hands of some necromancer.

I stashed up the treasure into a few bags then made my way to the town stables. Whisper was probably hungry so I 'borrowed' a few drakes from the treasure to buy him some food. After feeding Whisper and myself I mounted him and put my bags on his back.
"Don't worry old-timer! Once we get back to Sentinel, you will have a stable prepared especially for you! If I get to keep at least a quarter of this treaure then we'll be living like kings before you know it!" I said to calm the horse.
We then set off into the desert, back to Sentinel. After a shorter journey in which I was lucky not to catch any sand storms or other volatile weather phenomena I reached Sentinel in only 1 day. I was careful not to pass around those Imperial soldiers guarding the 'dry' fountain again. After leaving Whisper in the stables with a royal suply of food and drink I made my way to the Marshall's house. He was surely going to be glad to see me again. Especially now that I wasn't a rookie anymore.

I knocked on Marshall Daron's door. The same bearded man with a scar on his cheek that I knew and loved responded. I greated him in a respectful way as was required and he nodded in a sign of recognition as he always did. He was clearly happy to see me with the stolen treasure.
-So I see you've succeded on that task I gave you. Very well Arthago. I see you growing into a great knight some day, just as your father.
-You knew my father Marshall? Then if you did why didn't you aknowledge me as a knight of the order?
-Well, you see Lord K'asar has a very strict code for young knights in training. Your father may have been the great warrior that he was, but we still had to test you to see if you are of his caliber.
-Alright, I understand now. And, if we're still talking about my first task, how about my reward? I did work hard to gain this treasure.
-Well, you are right. You have worked hard to gain the treasure from Jomic's treacherous hands and I am proud of you for succeding in the quest I gave you. As a reward, I give you the seal of the Order of the Candle and this steel breastplate. Use them well on your travels.
-Thank you very much sir. I am proud to serve the order!
-Good. If you want more tasks, return to me a few days later. Dissmised!
I took my farewells from Marshall Daron then made my way to the "Hunding's Rest" inn. I bought a room for a few days there. As night falled, I inspected my new armour and the seal of the Knights of the Candle. The seal was a big silver coin with a golden candle in the middle of it. The breastplate was a regular breastplate with a silver candle etched into the chest region. Armour fit for a knight if you ask me! With this done, I blew my candles then went to sleep.


And that's it for this part! I hope you liked and I'm looking forward to your responses. Cheers and good luck on your own projects!

This post has been edited by Agent Griff: Mar 4 2006, 07:53 PM

[jack cloudy]

Once again, a nice update. The chase wasn't what I'd expected. I just expected a straight forward duel. Thank you for surprising me. Anyway, I'll be looking forward to see how he'll be treated now that he's got all this candle gear to show.

[xycolian]

very nice story indeed, anticipation for the next part of the story is setting in good job by the way

This post has been edited by xycolian: Mar 5 2006, 04:10 PM

[Agent Griff]

Thanks for the positive comment. I'm glad you like it! Here's the next part of the story. I hope you enjoy it as much as you enjoyed the last parts.


After waking up in the morning with a sore back again from that old bed, I decided to try on my new breastplate. The breastplate seemed like a big and cumbersome piece of armour to look at. It wasn't too well maintained either. Either Marshall Daron had taken the armour from the body of a fallen knight of the order, a fresh member like me or it was an old piece which was never worn by anyone. I didn't care much for the current state of the armour, I could pay an armorer to repair it and then it would be in pristine condition again. Condition problems aside, I put the armour on and it fited just like a glove! It was made of steel too, so if an oponent hit me with a hammer the blow could be spread out well whitout the armour beeing destroyed too much. After geting dressed and fiting my new armour on, I hung my sword scabbard onto my belt and set off to the great market to have the armour repaired.

Once on the street, everyone looked at my new armour with unparallel respect, something I had never received before. If I was looked at before as a lout with no experience, everyone could now see that I was a knight in the service of the order. I had passed a hard test to get admitted so no one could say that I entered the order whitout dificulty as some spoiled, noble brats often do. I enjoyed my respect untill I passed by the tavern in which Marshall Daron gave me my test in the first place. A woman, while exiting the tavern, took sight of me and started an argument. It seemed that she had sent her son to join the Knights of the Candle some time ago. He was treated just as I was and sent to acomplish a task. By the tone of the woman's voice it seemed that her son didn't do so well on his first mission as I did.
"You demon! You and your blasted kind! You heartless bastards, YOU sent my son to his death!" howled the woman.
"I'm a new member in the order, I didn't even know your son woman!" I said trying to calm her down.
"You sent him to his death! You sent him to that orc den, even though you knew that he was a youngling! May Clavicus Vile catch you soul and toy with it for eternity!" shouted the woman. She was turning this into a street show.
"You talk of the death of your son as if it's MY fault! What's my fault in this woman?" I said in an increasingly angry voice. I could understand the woman's feelings, but she was pushing her luck with me. I told her to leave me alone to my own problems, but she still didn't listen. It was all going Yadda, Yadda, Yadda, my son is dead, Yadda, Yadda, you killed him, Yadda untill it finally stoped.

I opened my eyes and saw the woman's face left expresionless. She started dripping blood from her mouth. I looked down and saw a sight that would leave me breathless. My sword was thrusted into her stomach, which was dripping blood like a stream. I then looked at her face again, trying to say that I'm sorry.
"Muurderer..." she whispered in her last dying breath. I then ran away, into the labyrinthian back alleys of Sentinel, trying to get away from the oddious crime I had commited. It was the first time I ever murdered someone. And I felt horrible about it. I vowed never to kill someone else in a fit of rage ever again, else I take my own life away.

After hiding a few hours in the back alleys, I re-emerged and imediately went to the local temple to pray for the soul of the woman I had just murdered. I also made donations to Arkay, so that he may see to it that that woman's soul receive safe passage to wherever it is that souls go. It seemed that beeing a knight, and showing it in public brought me more trouble than good. I decided after the murder that I would only carry my seal, and not the armour for it was a dead give-away that I was a knight.

~~~And with this I end this shorter part of Arthago's tale. I hope you liked it, and I am also expecting feedback from my 'fans' if you allow me to call you that. Thanks for all the feedback and suport given thus far!

This post has been edited by Agent Griff: Mar 5 2006, 05:33 PM

[jack cloudy]

Here's a fan.
It was rather amusing to watch that lady freak out at seeing the armour. Of course the end was not so pleasant, but I'm sure it will help him to become a better knight.

[Tellie]

here's a second fan.

i like your story A LOT.. keep it up griffie.

[Agent Griff]

I wish to thank my loyal fans, and my mom and dad for making this all possible! But Oscar speeches aside, thanks for all the suport given to me and my little story. Here's the next part of Arthago's story.

~~~
After a few months of laying low because of that ladies murder, I visited Marshall Daron's house again to see if he had any tasks for me. My sword was geting rusty and I was ready for some action. Strangely though, I had seen no other knights from my order since I surfaced. I wonder where they all went. Wintertide was seting in and the weather was geting surprisingly colder than it ussualy was. I finally reached the Marshall's house after 3 months of hiding away from the city guards. I knocked on the door and Marshall Daron greated me but there was something strange about him, he wasn't wearing his ussual house-hold clothes, he was wearing a chainmail hauberk over some padded leather. He also had a scabbard hung to his belt. I asked him what the reason was for all this armour.
-Tragedy has struck Arthago. The nearby Barony of Lainlyn has been plunged into chaos and all out civil war has broken out in the province.
-What happened?
-The ruler of the Barony, Baron Shrike, has been leading his people in a despotic way. He is a great tyrant, using his knight order the Host of the Horn to terrorize his people. His brother, Lord Kain, was always against his ways. Lord Kain also formed a knight order, the Host of the True Horn. He has finally moved against his brother.
-And where are you going Marshall?
-Well, the Kingdom of Sentinel suports Lord Kain's actions and King Lhotun has sent our knight order to help Lord Kain in all affairs. I have been sent too.
-So, you're leaving?
-I'm afraid so. But I have one more task for you untill I return. A noble from Antyphillos has been chalenging us for some land. Since both our parties have legal papers to certify for the land the negotiations have been in a deadlock. We have decided to hold a duel for the land. The noble is bringing forth his best warrior to the battle.
-And what do I have to do in this affair?
-Well, since all of our best knights are in Lainlyn, I have decided to send you to settle this affair.
-Me? I do not have the necesary experience for such a battle! You're sending me to my death Marshall!
-Don't question my orders boy! If your father was here, he'd fight that oponent with just his bare hands because of the honour the order gave him. He wouldn't cower like you do!
-I understand Marshall. I shall go for the good of the order. But don't expect me to come back.
-Just so you won't think that I'm sending you to your death, here, take these pauldrons and this helm.
He gave me two iron pauldrons bearing the symbol of the golden candle on them and a steel helm with adequate vision. Both the armour pieces were in good condition.
-Now stop commenting on my orders and go!
-Yes sir!
And with that I left Marshall Daron's house.

I then made my way to the great marketplace to buy a shield. I wasn't wielding a two handed sword so I figured that I'd best make use of a shield to boost my defences. I made sure not to pass the place where I killed that lady again. That brought up bad memories. I soon reached the smith from which I bought my sword and those two gauntlets which I threw away in Rhogusa.
-Greetings friend!
-Welcome to my humble market stall lad! And what would you like of me?
-A shield. Not too big that it would intrerupt my movements but not too small that it would break on first contact with a war hammer.
-Aye, I have just the right one. What material would you like? Iron, Steel? For a price, I even have some ebony lying around.
-No, Steel will do just nicely.
-Good, here! That will be 80 drakes.
-Here. I hope this armour will hold in my time of need.

And with this I straped my shield on my back and made my way to the city stables to get my horse, Whisper.

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That's it for today folks. I hope you will enjoy this update as much as you enjoyed the previous one. Cheers!

This post has been edited by Agent Griff: Mar 7 2006, 09:27 AM

[Taillus]

Here I am feeling guilty about adding too much to my own story so I decided to catch up on everyone's works. I really like how this story is going and I almost fell out of my chair when Arthago murdered that lady. It was so sudden. Overall a really good story in the works. I will be waiting to see what develops