Post by Victus Brightblade on Mar 21, 2013 9:03:20 GMT -5
((Because 1 post is too little for me. Hecarim is helping me write this. Enjoy.))
March 31st, 23 CLE
Brightblade House is a keep, a vanguard to watch for invasion by the sea. They were not the house of politicians, like other houses, but of knights and warriors. Trained in combat at a young age, they had some of the strongest soldiers in Demacia. This distinction means nothing to a Brightblade though. The honor comes in when they are awarded with the black plate of Brightblade, a symbol for their status of knight and their skill in combat.
The greatest knight would also wear a red cloak, but no Brightblade wore it. The cloak had gone to a barbarian, which had raised some ire with the trueborn sons of Brightblade, but no one could defeat the man. However, Victus would not stay in Brightblade. He insisted on roaming and earning gold with his blade’s actions as opposed to inaction. His barbarian blood some said. Victus was not in the keep because he had been hunting bandits in Southeastern Demacia. He was returning triumphant, but the news would not reach the keep.
In one night, the Shadow Isles would do what Noxus, pirates, and raiders failed to in the entire history of House Brightblade.
The watch had not believed their eyes. They saw a figure WALK on the ocean…and then he was legion. A mounted warrior pointed their way…he glowed? The watch raced to the horns and blew out a long blast. They knew not what came for them, but they would not be unaware.
They had no time to don the platemail, and it would not do them much good. They numbered fewer than 150. The dead had thousands.
Tiberius stood on the wall watching the dead come. He was old, and worn. The cold night’s air did him no good. His blade was on his hip, but he knew drawing it meant he was about to die. The cane dug into his hand.
“Sir, orders?” A lieutenant asked.
“Oil the bastards as the try to get the gate! Ready the ballista! If one of those hulks comes our way, I want it looking the part of a porcupine before I can spit on it!” Tiberius shouted.
March 31st, 23 CLE
Brightblade House is a keep, a vanguard to watch for invasion by the sea. They were not the house of politicians, like other houses, but of knights and warriors. Trained in combat at a young age, they had some of the strongest soldiers in Demacia. This distinction means nothing to a Brightblade though. The honor comes in when they are awarded with the black plate of Brightblade, a symbol for their status of knight and their skill in combat.
The greatest knight would also wear a red cloak, but no Brightblade wore it. The cloak had gone to a barbarian, which had raised some ire with the trueborn sons of Brightblade, but no one could defeat the man. However, Victus would not stay in Brightblade. He insisted on roaming and earning gold with his blade’s actions as opposed to inaction. His barbarian blood some said. Victus was not in the keep because he had been hunting bandits in Southeastern Demacia. He was returning triumphant, but the news would not reach the keep.
In one night, the Shadow Isles would do what Noxus, pirates, and raiders failed to in the entire history of House Brightblade.
The watch had not believed their eyes. They saw a figure WALK on the ocean…and then he was legion. A mounted warrior pointed their way…he glowed? The watch raced to the horns and blew out a long blast. They knew not what came for them, but they would not be unaware.
They had no time to don the platemail, and it would not do them much good. They numbered fewer than 150. The dead had thousands.
Tiberius stood on the wall watching the dead come. He was old, and worn. The cold night’s air did him no good. His blade was on his hip, but he knew drawing it meant he was about to die. The cane dug into his hand.
“Sir, orders?” A lieutenant asked.
“Oil the bastards as the try to get the gate! Ready the ballista! If one of those hulks comes our way, I want it looking the part of a porcupine before I can spit on it!” Tiberius shouted.
