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The Smiling Knight

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((So in this story, I might do a few cool things, there will be bards and singers along the adventure! So I thought of adding the song the bard sings as a link to listen to while you read :P if you get my meaning, kinda an interactive story))

Prologue

He ran as fast as possible.

The dark pine trees leaned in from the sides, reaching out to him, the cold was biting at his back. He sprinted as fast as his feet would let him. He turned his head to see behind him, there were only shadows, but he could feel them there, chasing him. He turned back and slammed his nose straight into a branch, knocking him off his feet. Snot drooled down his face, tears in his eyes. He knew death was at his doorstep. He reached up at a branch to pull himself up, his dark green cloak was hooked in a twig, he quickly ripped his cloak off and ran off. It grew colder by the minute as the darkness crept in. The moon was high in the sky, but the moons ray did not break through the thick tree tops. He quickly started to get fatigued. He slowed down to a jog. His foot got caught on something and he toppled down a second time. He looked up to see a figure shrouded in black robes and a black hood casting a shadow over his face. The figure held out a hand, Jimmy slowly held out his own hand. The figure grabbed Jimmy’s hand and pulled him up and towards the himself, a shot of pain went throughout Jimmy’s body as he looked down to see a dagger lodged in his bowels, he reached down and could feel the moisture of his blood, he looked up, Jimmy reached for his own dagger but his hand was then severed by a sword from another unknown figure wearing the same clothing. Jimmy’s knees gave way as he collapsed into the snow in agony. He reached up to the figure, trying to beg for mercy but no words made it from his mouth. He retched up into the snow, mixing the snow in vomit and blood. The figure got on his knees, whispering into his ear ‘El seu temps ha arribat.’ though Jimmy did not know the language. The figure then lifted his hand once more, a dagger in hand.

ARTHUR

Arthur burst open the door with a laugh and his belly a rumbling. Sitting down at a stool in the VonSchlichten Inn and Tavern. He leaned over to Sir John Hales, whispering ‘I heard pretty old Bess is looking for a wife eh eh’, He burst laughing over the joke. Bess was one of the cows at Nuremberg. John and Arthur spent the night chatting with the locals until Cataris walked down the stairs, the whole room went silent. Cataris stood atop the table and a green bearded dwarf began to clap and cheer for Cataris, though Arthur was confused as to what was going on. Cataris then began to sing in front of the entire crowd at the bar!

‘Whoa my love! My darling, ive hungered for your touch. A long, lonely time, and time, goes by so slowly, and time can do so much, are you still mine, I need your love, i need your love, God speed your love to me. . . .’ ((

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And the song was beautiful and sad and left even the most hardened soldier a tear in his eye. The crowd roared and clapped for the performance, they all knew what it took for Cataris to stand there and sing that, though they knew little of what had actually happened to his wife. Arthur and John roared and cheered Cataris for his performance, the green bearded dwarf bought rounds on the house for the crowd. Arthur noticed Cataris retreat back upstairs to his room. He clapped John on the shoulder and got up and followed upstairs to Cataris room, Blood stopped him in the way and gave him warning ‘Best not disturb him now’

‘He’s like a son to me, I want to see that he’s alright’

Arthur had known Cataris for the past 15 years, and now Arthur was getting old and would soon pass away and wouldn’t be there to aid Cataris. He opened the door slowly, catching a peek. Cataris sat on the bed, holding a small note in his hand, tears streaming down his good side of his face, the other side was devoid of any emotion. Arthur quietly closed the door, he knew Cataris was in agony from the loss of his wife, and he did his best to not appear in the public eye as soft, though all men are not made of steel.

((More coming soon! Just tell me what you think as a reply! I really appreciate it :)

Also im considering adding in-game pictures in the story also, what do you think? ))

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