Monday, July 8, 2013

Chapter I - Prologe - I/05

I_05

Dahan and the Royal Guards reached Castle Oak. It wasn't a huge building but it lies on a small hill with steep walls surrounded by a bigger gutter.  The main gate was amazing, as they rode through the bridge the lifted irongates were looking at them threatening. The inner yard was full of man-at-arms, soldiers, bowmen and a lot of instrumnets of war. Training dummies in plate mails, targets for the bow and crossbow. As they got through the gatehouse the saw the 20 meter tall thick walls running on both sides interspersed by oval towers. The wall ends at the cytadel castle. Around 10 stores high fortress with at least 30 towers and hundreds of portholes. No man could breach it so far not even in the 200 year wars. Castle Oak was one of the strongest forts in the realm while it was small it was also on a main strategic point next to an important trade route. Just at the legs of the Great Mouth mountains where are a lot of gold and iron mines and at the beginning of the fertile pastures providing the main part of the food for the rest of the country.

As Dahan and the captain stopped their horses a younger man stopped the training and ran to greet his lord. He was a well builded warrior. Beside his young age he already have some battle scars on his arms and torso. Dahan made him go with a single turn of his head. The young man noticed his will and left immediately. The captain not really made any interest about the youngster. The lord made some quick orders to hostel the Royal Guards. Than he invited the captain to his fort to dine and talk with him.

The night have fallen down to the castle and in the tavern the soldiers and the Royal Guard members chated and drunked. As they got drunker and drunker some Guards decided to show the "lowbie" soldiers what is it that made them a Royal Guard. They started to grab the barmaids, push and pull random peolple and started to tussle and fight with the locals as if they were the kings of the hill for tonight. The youngster that greeted his lord on his arrival smashed a beer ceg on a Guards head to get him off a barmaid. The whole tavern went freeze as the Guard slowly rolled down to the floor. The barmaid rant away crying badly. The other drunk Guards gathered around the young man. The local soldiers stood the youngster side and the air was still frozen as the two groups were to start a rumble. The tallest and thickest Guard pulled his sword. The youngster jumped to the tall's throat immediately as thunder do the flash and brought him to the ground while he kicked the sword out of his hand. The other Guards jumped on them as well as the other soldiers. After a few minutes of fighting the castle's guards on duty rushed into the tavern to split the fighting parties.    

- STOP you freaking bastards STOP if I told you!! - the sergeant shouted - Get off that poor bastard you dumb - and he smashed a Royal Guard's head wit his spear. Slowly the tavern silenced as the guards made order. The youngster was still strangling the thick Guard but the sergenat spot his spear onto his neck saying - Urak! I told you to let him go! It's not the time. ...

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