Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-24736819-20150716132229

As the 5 knights escorted Rob and his men to the Fort, Farraud tried to remember the last time he saw Doraleous Toreau.

He was still a young man, recently entered the Adamantine Order and still too green to command a garrison of skilled knights. He remembered how the middle child decided to pursue a different path than the one everyone thought, he was to become the Master-at-Arms in Farrun due to his superiority with weapons than anyone had ever seen in those lands and it was a shock when he announced he'd be entering the Adamantine and forsaking his roots.

"Here we are, sirs.", the horseman announced and gestured for another knight by the Fort's walls to open the gates. The annoucement awakened Farraud from his memories and brought him back to the present moment.

When the gates opened, it showed a man awaiting inside. Not only a man, but a 6'9'' knight, unarmed but still menacingly looking. He had a scar across his right eye and used a short, yet thick goatee as beard. It was pretty obvious who he was, not only because of his looks but also because he made sure to welcome his guests by the gates and walk them into the Fortress.

"Greetings, King Roberto. I'm Knight-Commander Doraleous Toreau, Commander of this Fort and its soldiers.", he said in a voice almost too similar of his older brother, but with a completely different intonation.

"Your men can leave the horses at the stables, they'll be well taken care while we speak."