The Protectors of the White Eagle

[Gridlock 1033]

The Protectors of the White Eagle.

 

A lonely old man roams the roads of the Holy Orenian Empire, cloaked and mounted on an old musty horse. Unnoticed he rode, for a dull old man was no news on the countryside.

 

As the old man passed the towns he spoke to several strong, experienced soldiers and veterans.

 

“I seek men both strong and skilled with the blade.”

 

“Men who know when to end a life and when to spare one.”

 

“Men who are capable to guard a person of importance.”

 

Most didn’t give it a second thought and moved on with their lives, But some followed him on his journey.

The band of men made for Courland, Duchy of Lord Staunton.

Here did the old man reveal himself to those still with him.

 

An old man, a blade by his side stood in shining white armour as his cloak was removed.

 

“You have been called here to prove your worth.”

 

Duke Percival’s words echoed through the hall.

 

“Two of you, might once be my personal guardsmen.”

 

He announced.

 

“Now do pay close attention to my words.”

 

Some had no desire to serve lords, or to die for them and left soon. As the hall emptied the Duke spoke once more.

 

“Those who are chosen will swear oaths of fealty to me, they will swear never to hold lands, Never to lay with a woman and never betray the trust of your brothers in arms.”

 

Many men left upon hearing these words.

 

Weeks of training and tests passed, many did not pass the tests. And in the end two of the candidates were chosen.

Now the Duke of Courland rides, and Three men follow.

The White Eagle of The North now has it’s protectors.

 

 

 

Edited October 14, 2015 by Gridlock

[KentuckyFriedCreeper 79]

A dirty looking young man that accompanied the band of men cheers and claps at the Staunton's words, almost certain to join the group of Knights, by the end of it he stops clapping, the words sinking in.

"No girls? Pshh, who wants blue balls for life?"

The ruggedly clothed peasant walks off with several others, going back to his run-down village.

[Mephistophelian 977]

"This 'no women' rule looks like the boiling pot for some drastic things..."

Lorien mithes. He sniffs the air, eyes closing to mere slits.

"Do I smell sodomy brewing? I think someone is misinterpreting the meaning of 'brothers in arms'..."

[Gridlock 1033]

(( I decided to end this guild since it wasn't properly thought through and there were no people interested. I hope you did enjoy reading the post however! ))

[mmat 7460]

Moved

Edited October 14, 2015 by iMattyz