Post by †Chaplain† on Apr 23, 2007 21:12:55 GMT -5
A mercenary stood at the top level of the last remaining fortress that hasn’t yet fallen to The Empire. The tall white walls rose high into the air, about a fourth a mile up, and still remained standing after the first wave had come. Repairs were being made as we know it, and on the horizon he could see the second wave of Imperial soldiers.
The mercenary flicked his head to knock his straight maroon hair out of his ice blue eyes. He peered at the massive oncoming force. “Great,” he said under his breath. He wore a leather sleeveless cuirass over his chest, and three belts one above the other. Two of the belts had a dagger strapped to the back of it tilted horizontally; while the other belt had a four foot two handed long sword that dangled from his left side. He had a pair of cotton pants that were tucked into his hard leather boots that came almost up to his knee, and he wore a pair of black cotton gloves with metal plates over the top of his hand. He began walking toward the bottom gate to prepare to hold it. His black cloak trailed behind him as it caught the wind.
He stepped down onto the stone road and began walking toward the wooden door that led to the next section of the city. He past several wounded men leaning up against the wall with their sword in hand. Women who didn’t fight volunteered to serve food to the wounded and the patrols. The mercenary was neither, yet a young twelve year old stepped up to him holding a small plate with some rations on it. She had a ragged long shirt on that had dirt smudges on it, and her amber colored hair was dusty. “Here,” she said in her high pitched voice. “This for you.” The mercenary smiled and kneeled down to the height of the girl. “Thank you, but I’m in no need to eat your food.” He said placing his hand on her shoulder. He stood up and began to continue his walk to the bottom. As he stepped through the wooden door he heard a man shout from above, “There here! Everyone prepare to battle!”
The word of the man spread fast throughout the city and soon all the wounded, women, and children were taken to the top level and into the large fortress building on the top; while the soldiers ran past him into the bottom level and braced the large reinforced steel door that stood about twenty feet high. He finally reached the door, and watched as the adrenaline and fear built up into the soldiers. The mercenary grinned, “So it begins.”
The mercenary flicked his head to knock his straight maroon hair out of his ice blue eyes. He peered at the massive oncoming force. “Great,” he said under his breath. He wore a leather sleeveless cuirass over his chest, and three belts one above the other. Two of the belts had a dagger strapped to the back of it tilted horizontally; while the other belt had a four foot two handed long sword that dangled from his left side. He had a pair of cotton pants that were tucked into his hard leather boots that came almost up to his knee, and he wore a pair of black cotton gloves with metal plates over the top of his hand. He began walking toward the bottom gate to prepare to hold it. His black cloak trailed behind him as it caught the wind.
He stepped down onto the stone road and began walking toward the wooden door that led to the next section of the city. He past several wounded men leaning up against the wall with their sword in hand. Women who didn’t fight volunteered to serve food to the wounded and the patrols. The mercenary was neither, yet a young twelve year old stepped up to him holding a small plate with some rations on it. She had a ragged long shirt on that had dirt smudges on it, and her amber colored hair was dusty. “Here,” she said in her high pitched voice. “This for you.” The mercenary smiled and kneeled down to the height of the girl. “Thank you, but I’m in no need to eat your food.” He said placing his hand on her shoulder. He stood up and began to continue his walk to the bottom. As he stepped through the wooden door he heard a man shout from above, “There here! Everyone prepare to battle!”
The word of the man spread fast throughout the city and soon all the wounded, women, and children were taken to the top level and into the large fortress building on the top; while the soldiers ran past him into the bottom level and braced the large reinforced steel door that stood about twenty feet high. He finally reached the door, and watched as the adrenaline and fear built up into the soldiers. The mercenary grinned, “So it begins.”