~Two Brothers~

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

OOC: The following is an introduction of two characters; Khale Mortain, RP'd by Weeberlore, and Galyn Mortain, RP'd by me. Expect to see them around the Human nations frequently!

Two Brothers

The crowd was silent for a few moments, their jaws dropping at the comment of one man; Galyn Mortain. Galyn, a reddish-brown haired man, had just defied the order of an unjust king. The king, standing in a stupor, begins to stammer in search of words. A weak comment releases from his lips, “G-guards. Seize him!” Immediately, the crowd begins to clear except for eight men. There were five guards, the king, Galyn Mortain, and a tall man who looked very similar to Galyn.

“Khale, my brother,” shouts out Galyn to his older brother, “Help!” The muscular guards begin to march forward, their feet clomping upon the cracked stone road. Khale, a nimble man, steps out from the crowd. “Hey!” Khale shouts as he picks up a jagged rock and throws it at an advancing guard. It bounces with a thud off of the man’s leather armor. Three of the king’s soldiers branch off and head towards Khale.

The two remaining guards, one stocky and one lanky, quicken their pace towards Galyn. The crisp ring of a sword being unsheathed brings the guards to a halt. Galyn, wielding his well-balanced blade, holds it straight towards the two, awaiting an advance on their part. He is standing on the tip of his toes, his step as light as a feather, signifying his skill with swordplay. The stocky guard charges quickly while the thin, almost skeletal one stays back. With a well placed diagonal swing of his iron sword, Galyn disarms the man. The muscular guard’s sword clatters to the cold ground, and his stout, yet cowardly persona is shown when he runs sloppily away from the area. The lanky guard, more courageous, advances. Galyn swings left and right, bombarding the man with lightning-fast blows. After a few torrential moments, the guard takes a swift hit to the helmet, rendering him unconscious. Running with well-trained speed, Galyn clears through the crowd towards the city’s outer wall.

As Galyn engaged the two remaining guards the three grew closer to Khale. He turned and began pushing his way through the dense group of spectators. He heard shouts behind him demanding him to stop. Khale heard the faint, brisk sliding of a sword being drawn from a sheath. He then broke from the main body of the crowd and headed toward a low wall. After seeing the familiar bob of red-brown hair, Khale ran after his brother.

Galyn, his heart pounding, pushes his way through the crowd. After a seemingly endless plethora of spectators are shoved to the side, he is near the wall. With a monstrously high jump, Galyn grabs a notch in the wall’s face. Frantically searching for another handhold, he reaches up, grabbing onto a cracked brick. This goes on for a few moments until the remaining guards begin tossing rocks at him. By this time, Galyn is sprawling over the wall, breathing heavily. The air is knocked out of his chest as he impacts the grass outside of the wall. He pulls himself up slowly, awaiting Khale’s bright head to pop over the wall.

Khale, seeing Galyn clamber over the high wall, curses to himself and hops on top of the shorter wall. Running atop the wall Khale leaps, reaching for the taller of the two. His hand grasps the rough corner. Suddenly Khale gasps as blood starts to come from a newly formed cut on the palm of his hand. He brings up his other arm and pulls himself over, dropping to his feet on the other side.

Galyn and Khale, now both on the outside of the city, begin to run towards the distant hills in which their home lies. An angry cluster of guards chases slowly after them...

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