SpearralSquid
LCC - Out Of Bondage
This is my A2 Hero’s guild MOC. Sorry the story is so long, I hope you enjoy it, though! (Continuing the story)
Sir Ian Ferguson awoke, opening his eyes slightly. The overwhelming blackness had abated, but he felt a harsh pain in his chest and his head. His back also hurt too, but it was more bearable. “Bjorn? We are we? Bjorn?” He took in his surroundings, casting his eyes around the room, and sitting up slightly. He was in a dark, dingy room, with a single ray of evening light piercing through a crack in the top, near the ceiling. The floor was muddy, and he saw his hands were bound with iron chains. He glanced over and saw Bjorn, lying on the floor, bound as well. Sir Ian crawled over and shook his companion. ”Bjorn? Bjorn, get up. We’ve been captured.” Ian desperately glanced around for something, anything to help his friend, who had a nasty bruise on his head. His eyes settled on a barrel of water in the corner. A grin spread on his face. He crawled over and picked up the barrel, then hauled it back. He shivered, and for the first time noticed his armor, tunic, and tartan were gone. He was left with his pants, belt, and fortunately, his protective scale mail armor on his legs. If it came to a fight, at least we wouldn’t be completely unprotected. He hefted the barrel and splashed it onto Bjorn’s face. “Ack! Ian….. where are we? Oh….my head aches.”
“I’m not sure. I think that knight on the road, the Hawk, has captured us. Our gear is gone, I don’t know what to do.”
Just then, there was a rattling on the door, then it swung open. The 2 men froze. A dragon soldier in Galainir’s red and black, wearing a fur hat stepped in. The man glanced around nervously, then spoke. ”Come quickly, I have your things and your horses. Don’t worry, I’m with you, I’m not a Dragon. I’ll explain later. Come now.” Ian and Bjorn, thoroughly confused picked themselves up, as the man quickly strode forward and produced a key, with which he unlocked their shackles. Ian voiced their thoughts: “Who are you? Why are you wearing that uniform, if you’re not an enemy? Where are we?” He thought of something and added, “My friend here has been injured, we need someone to heal us.” The man lead them outside, and replied,”Dress and armor quickly. My name is Luke Hawkens, and I used to be in Galainir’s army. Army life isn’t what they advertised it to be, though, and I realized that we were doing some things that I didn’t think were right. I was here to work with the Hawk, he’s a merc who rounds up knights and possible rebels and turns ‘em into the Queen for pay. I haven’t told anyone about my mutiny yet, and I was about to run for it, when I saw the Hawk come back with you. I decided 3 are better then 1 on these dangerous roads, so I’ve decided to help you out. By the way, you’re in Northern Lenfald. Who are you?”
By now the 2 Garhims were suited up, and were buckling on their weapons. “I am Sir Ian Ferguson, of Garheim, and this is my man, Bjorn Thorfinn.”
“Good, your horses are this way, let’s go!”
They walked around the side of the building, and the young knight thought of how fortunate they were to escape the clutches of the evil Queen. (Wow, that was long!)
LCC - Out Of Bondage
This is my A2 Hero’s guild MOC. Sorry the story is so long, I hope you enjoy it, though! (Continuing the story)
Sir Ian Ferguson awoke, opening his eyes slightly. The overwhelming blackness had abated, but he felt a harsh pain in his chest and his head. His back also hurt too, but it was more bearable. “Bjorn? We are we? Bjorn?” He took in his surroundings, casting his eyes around the room, and sitting up slightly. He was in a dark, dingy room, with a single ray of evening light piercing through a crack in the top, near the ceiling. The floor was muddy, and he saw his hands were bound with iron chains. He glanced over and saw Bjorn, lying on the floor, bound as well. Sir Ian crawled over and shook his companion. ”Bjorn? Bjorn, get up. We’ve been captured.” Ian desperately glanced around for something, anything to help his friend, who had a nasty bruise on his head. His eyes settled on a barrel of water in the corner. A grin spread on his face. He crawled over and picked up the barrel, then hauled it back. He shivered, and for the first time noticed his armor, tunic, and tartan were gone. He was left with his pants, belt, and fortunately, his protective scale mail armor on his legs. If it came to a fight, at least we wouldn’t be completely unprotected. He hefted the barrel and splashed it onto Bjorn’s face. “Ack! Ian….. where are we? Oh….my head aches.”
“I’m not sure. I think that knight on the road, the Hawk, has captured us. Our gear is gone, I don’t know what to do.”
Just then, there was a rattling on the door, then it swung open. The 2 men froze. A dragon soldier in Galainir’s red and black, wearing a fur hat stepped in. The man glanced around nervously, then spoke. ”Come quickly, I have your things and your horses. Don’t worry, I’m with you, I’m not a Dragon. I’ll explain later. Come now.” Ian and Bjorn, thoroughly confused picked themselves up, as the man quickly strode forward and produced a key, with which he unlocked their shackles. Ian voiced their thoughts: “Who are you? Why are you wearing that uniform, if you’re not an enemy? Where are we?” He thought of something and added, “My friend here has been injured, we need someone to heal us.” The man lead them outside, and replied,”Dress and armor quickly. My name is Luke Hawkens, and I used to be in Galainir’s army. Army life isn’t what they advertised it to be, though, and I realized that we were doing some things that I didn’t think were right. I was here to work with the Hawk, he’s a merc who rounds up knights and possible rebels and turns ‘em into the Queen for pay. I haven’t told anyone about my mutiny yet, and I was about to run for it, when I saw the Hawk come back with you. I decided 3 are better then 1 on these dangerous roads, so I’ve decided to help you out. By the way, you’re in Northern Lenfald. Who are you?”
By now the 2 Garhims were suited up, and were buckling on their weapons. “I am Sir Ian Ferguson, of Garheim, and this is my man, Bjorn Thorfinn.”
“Good, your horses are this way, let’s go!”
They walked around the side of the building, and the young knight thought of how fortunate they were to escape the clutches of the evil Queen. (Wow, that was long!)