Post by whocabojo on Aug 30, 2015 12:22:34 GMT -7
Decklar's armor no longer had that fresh polish shine or smell. After 2 weeks of travel with this small caravan he was ready to get his first look at Rook. Decklar still sat high on his trusted horse Patches but they were both weary from the road. The caravan had been attacked twice during their journey though neither had been to much of a threat. With the combination of the volley of arrows and bolts coming from the guards on the wagons, Decklar's lance charges and a few other riders both attacks had been repelled with little damage and no loss of life. But the two fights served a very valuable purpose to the young lancer. They gave him confidence in his skills and training and helped him and patches grow their bond stronger.
Now as they crested a hill smoke from the City of Rook becomes visible and the mood of the whole troop lifts and lightens. They will all soon be able to wash the road from themselves in the inns. Drink the ache out of their bones in the taverns and lighten the load of their belt pouches in the markets. As for Decklar he will be able to start this new adventure in his life. He know he will have to learn the lay of the land. And be cautious of who he befriends. But his plan is first to find the watchmen and see if he could find employment their while he works on carving out his destiny in this new city.
Now as they crested a hill smoke from the City of Rook becomes visible and the mood of the whole troop lifts and lightens. They will all soon be able to wash the road from themselves in the inns. Drink the ache out of their bones in the taverns and lighten the load of their belt pouches in the markets. As for Decklar he will be able to start this new adventure in his life. He know he will have to learn the lay of the land. And be cautious of who he befriends. But his plan is first to find the watchmen and see if he could find employment their while he works on carving out his destiny in this new city.
