Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151002174117/@comment-24736819-20151231223920

It didn't took long for Doraleous to find his way to Ormax once the message was received. Accompanying him was none other than Sir Tristan Gallahad, the Commander's protegee.

"Greetings, Knight-Commander Ormax. Excelent idea to start the preparations and planning.", the big knight sounded a bit more cheerful than he had been on the road...but still, his grumpiness was a constant.



"Very well.", Balin closed the door behind him and turned around to face the strange woman, "I'm all ears."

An awkward silence followed and the purple robed woman stood still in the middle of the room. Balin walked towards his bed and sat, staring at the woman and after a long time he finally decided to ask:

"C'mon, lassy. I don't have all day, what does my Uncle wishes to say?"

"As I said, Prince Balin, I'm not here under your uncle's orders. He should be looking for me right now and...but...", she sounded as if she was crying underneath her robes.

"What...what is wrong? You came all this way to tell me something...", the young Prince's tone changed into a more pleasurable one as he tried to sound comforting to her.

"I can't say...but...but... I can show you.", the woman started removing her robes, slowly until her whole gear was laying on the floor. Balin certainly wasn't expecting to see what he saw.

By the Gods!



Sir Tretogout was a strong and vicious knight, bloodthirst and unbeatable...until that day. That disastrous day which the man he served decided to join the war.

Tretogout was a hedge knight, a good one. It was no surprise to him when a wealthy farmer came to the Inn asking for protection, because when the big dogs started fighting over a simple bone, the small ones suffered the most.

'Of course', he remembered saying, 'For a price.'. A stupid move, of course, because he wouldn’t be able to fend off a whole army. He was good, but not that good. He realized that now as he layed on the dirt, bleeding to death.

He never saw the 6th man coming from behind the haystack much like he didn't saw that huge armored man approaching his dying body.

"Hello.", a deep voice came out from the helmet. That dark helmet