Post by †Chaplain† on Nov 28, 2006 18:24:39 GMT -5
A tall warrior with ice blue eyes and black hair scanned the shoreline of Ilendel. The white buildings and pavement gleamed in the sunlight that shown in the cloudless sky. He heard stories of the Ilendel, and how it was one of the few cities to fall to the Dark Empire. It was called the white city, because of how it somehow repelled the darkness that engulfed the rest of the world... and the white buildings. The white soldiers that patrolled the streets were always helping the people. If someone fell they help them right back up; they were always taking care of what will eventually fall. That's why the warrior was there, he was there to stop the reign of the Empire and defeat the dark lord.
The warrior watched as the citizens and the guards walked past each other in harmony. He saw their right shoulder which was a leather shoulder pad that had the city insignia - a navy blue raven head -, and to further more show there appreciation for the king, they all wore white robes. The king never asked them to, but they felt like he needed some gratitude. The outfit has become a common sight for those of Ilendel. Anyone who has been with the king for more then a year wore the robes; it was a symbol of respect and loyalty to their ruler.
His wooden boat came up to the dock that floated about fifty feet off the shore. The only thing keeping it connected were a few strings that connected to posts cemented onto the ground. There was no sand... instead there was a tall wall blocking the city from the Dark Empire. He strapped on his steel curassis that buckled around his chest. Afterward, he pulled on his plated boots and gloves. His large sword was buckled to his back over his dark green cloak. His sword was about as tall as him, but not quite. It stood about a two feet shorter then him. The hilt extended a foot longer to where he could grip it with two hands. The blade and hilt was wrapped in cloth to hide it from a unnecessary eyes, but who could still see that it was three inches thick, and as wide as his hand; from wrist to finger tip.
He stepped off his boat and onto the wooden planks. The feeling of being off the sea engulfed him in delight, but he failed to smile. He rarely did, because he would never be happy until the Empire was defeated and until then he would remain unsmiling. He saw the white walls that surrounded the city. The only thing outside it were the docks, a street, and a few houses. Everything else was held inside. Cain watched as the archers up top chatted to each other. The torch's being lit from the sundown. He paid his travelers fee to get in and walked through the large gates.
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The warrior watched as the citizens and the guards walked past each other in harmony. He saw their right shoulder which was a leather shoulder pad that had the city insignia - a navy blue raven head -, and to further more show there appreciation for the king, they all wore white robes. The king never asked them to, but they felt like he needed some gratitude. The outfit has become a common sight for those of Ilendel. Anyone who has been with the king for more then a year wore the robes; it was a symbol of respect and loyalty to their ruler.
His wooden boat came up to the dock that floated about fifty feet off the shore. The only thing keeping it connected were a few strings that connected to posts cemented onto the ground. There was no sand... instead there was a tall wall blocking the city from the Dark Empire. He strapped on his steel curassis that buckled around his chest. Afterward, he pulled on his plated boots and gloves. His large sword was buckled to his back over his dark green cloak. His sword was about as tall as him, but not quite. It stood about a two feet shorter then him. The hilt extended a foot longer to where he could grip it with two hands. The blade and hilt was wrapped in cloth to hide it from a unnecessary eyes, but who could still see that it was three inches thick, and as wide as his hand; from wrist to finger tip.
He stepped off his boat and onto the wooden planks. The feeling of being off the sea engulfed him in delight, but he failed to smile. He rarely did, because he would never be happy until the Empire was defeated and until then he would remain unsmiling. He saw the white walls that surrounded the city. The only thing outside it were the docks, a street, and a few houses. Everything else was held inside. Cain watched as the archers up top chatted to each other. The torch's being lit from the sundown. He paid his travelers fee to get in and walked through the large gates.
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