Post by Creil Bevier on Jul 16, 2005 16:53:58 GMT -5
Creil entered the main hall of the barracks and looked about. There seemed to be few men who could even keep themselves presentable, let alone hold their own in a fight. He had come here looking for local paladins of his order, or if none were to be found, to recruit knights to the service of the church, and god.
He gave a disdainful grunt and shook his head, before lowering his visor to conceal his face-he knew how this was going to turn out, it always began the same way the world over.
"I seek knights, paladins, squires or men whom doth think themselves worthy to serve god." He boomed, his tone challenging.
The hall fell silent, and several well built, though unshaven men stood and approached him. As they neared him, he could tell that they not only neglected to shave, but to wash also.
"What of it? Who are you?" The brute of a man at the front said threateningly.
"I doth assume that thou wouldst be the leader of this sorry mismatch of mongrels and fleas?" Creil asked insultingly.
"I'd watch my tongue if i were you pal." The big man said, stepping up to Creil threateningly. Although they were the same height, roughly, Creil was more solidly built, and clad in full armour, whereas they outnumbered him heavily, but only their leader was anywhere near as big as he was.
With that Creil struck the brute full in the face with a gauntleted fist, knocking him out cold and sending him reeling to the floor. "I wouldst not threaten the servants of god, if i wert thou, friend." He replied mockingly, "doth anyone else seek chastisement for their sins?" He asked, a note of humour in his voice, "I am Creil Bevier, knight of the church, paladin of the holy order and i seek men whom doth share mine stature or mindset. I shalt find, or create a chapter of the holy order here in Rhyfaugh, art any amongst thou men of prominence? Or dost thou but aspire to be as such?"
Creil didnt expect to find a trustworthy or honourable warrior amongst them, let alone one whou was adept with a sword and lance. Still, he had to start somewhere.
He gave a disdainful grunt and shook his head, before lowering his visor to conceal his face-he knew how this was going to turn out, it always began the same way the world over.
"I seek knights, paladins, squires or men whom doth think themselves worthy to serve god." He boomed, his tone challenging.
The hall fell silent, and several well built, though unshaven men stood and approached him. As they neared him, he could tell that they not only neglected to shave, but to wash also.
"What of it? Who are you?" The brute of a man at the front said threateningly.
"I doth assume that thou wouldst be the leader of this sorry mismatch of mongrels and fleas?" Creil asked insultingly.
"I'd watch my tongue if i were you pal." The big man said, stepping up to Creil threateningly. Although they were the same height, roughly, Creil was more solidly built, and clad in full armour, whereas they outnumbered him heavily, but only their leader was anywhere near as big as he was.
With that Creil struck the brute full in the face with a gauntleted fist, knocking him out cold and sending him reeling to the floor. "I wouldst not threaten the servants of god, if i wert thou, friend." He replied mockingly, "doth anyone else seek chastisement for their sins?" He asked, a note of humour in his voice, "I am Creil Bevier, knight of the church, paladin of the holy order and i seek men whom doth share mine stature or mindset. I shalt find, or create a chapter of the holy order here in Rhyfaugh, art any amongst thou men of prominence? Or dost thou but aspire to be as such?"
Creil didnt expect to find a trustworthy or honourable warrior amongst them, let alone one whou was adept with a sword and lance. Still, he had to start somewhere.
