Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Jan 11, 2007 17:08:58 GMT -5
chapter two everyone
Chapter Two: The First Timer
That morning Storm got up before the sun was up. He packed all his clothes he was going to need. As he was walking towards the door, he grabbed his sword and started down the hallway. He passed his aunt and uncle’s room and looked in. He saw his aunt there, but his uncle was not in their bed.
‘Probably went to go get something to drink,” thought Storm then he continued down the hallway.
Storm walked down the stairs and as he walked off the last step he saw his uncle sitting there eating breakfast.
“Morning nephew,” Caramon said and raised his fork in greeting.
“Uncle what are you doing up so early?”
“Thought you would sneak out without saying good-bye first did you? Come; eat some breakfast before you leave.” Caramon beckoned him to sit down across from him where a plate of food was sitting for him.
Storm walked over and sat down and ate with his uncle. After a few minutes both of their plates were cleared and Storm took them into the kitchen, washed them, and put them away. As Storm walked out of the kitchen his uncle was sitting there but with his old armor next to him. The armor consisted of mostly plate armor with a chain shirt and leggings underneath. The plate portion consisted of a breastplate, bracers, thigh plates, and shoulder plates.
“I thought you should have some extra protection while you were out fighting,” Caramon said as he lifted the armor on the table. Storm walked forward and inspected the armor. It was beautiful and in excellent shape, after all the years of use. It was of dwarven craft and was made from steel.
“Uncle, I do not know what to say,” Storm said as he looked up to his uncle and smiled.
“Just be careful then nephew. I don’t to loose you as I have my other sons, Tanin and Sturm.”
He then helped his nephew into the armor he had worn during the time he was following his brother through time and fought in the Dwarf Gate Wars, where the mountain dwarves and hill dwarves fought because the King of the Mountain, Duncan would not allow their hill dwarf cousins to enter the mountain after the Cataclysm. He unbuckles the breastplate and puts it on Storm as he finishes putting the bracers on.
“Well you at you,” Caramon stepped back and looked at his nephew in his old armor, “you look just like I did when I was the Commander in the Dwarf Gate Wars, yet a lot younger though. So how does it feel?”
“A little heavy but I will get used to it, besides that it feels wonderful. Thank you so much uncle.”
Storm walked up to his uncle and hugged him. Caramon stood there and embraced him. His little nephew was growing up. He could feel his eyes watering up but he did not care. He stood there and just hugged his nephew.
“When your mother left you here with us, I thought you were going to live quietly here and run the Inn when you were old enough to. But you have your grandfather’s blood in you along with your father’s. Just promise me one thing….come back to me and your aunt in one piece alright? You’re the closest thing to a son we have left.”
“I will uncle, don’t you worry.” As he finished he walked out the door and started down the stairs to the Knight’s barracks where the other knights would be waiting for him. Caramon walked to the door and looked at the dot on the ground that was his nephew.
“Go, and fight like a man my nephew,” Caramon said.
He turned around and went to wake his wife to prepare for the day’s business.
Storm ran down the road towards his father’s tomb. Almost everyday he took some time and visited his father’s tomb. He sat down on a rock and looked up at the tomb.
“Hello father, I just stopped to tell you that I am going to be away for awhile. Uncle Caramon has allowed me to go off on my first adventure. I just wish you were alive to see me now. Uncle talked about you and grandpa this morning, saying that I was like you and him. One day I am going to be a knight and this might be my chance to prove myself that I can be a knight. I just hope I become just like you and grandpa when I do become a knight,” Storm stood up and gathered his things, “good-bye father.”
Storm walked away from the tomb and headed down the road towards the barracks. When he got there the knights there were just about ready to leave. One of the knights, Gram, saw Storm coming and waved. Gram was a tall, husky man with bright red hair and sky blue eyes. He was one of Storm’s best friends. He was the one who was right behind Storm telling him he could make it to knighthood if he really tried to. He was teaching Storm the knight’s fighting style, he was teaching Storm how to properly use a lance on a horse. He was the one who helped Storm understand the meaning of the Measure. You could call Gram Storm’s big brother. Gram stood up and turned around to face Storm.
“Well look who it is, it’s the new recruit,” Gram said as he hugged Storm
“You are the one to talk Gram you have only been in the Knighthood for only a year and a half. Also you are only two and a half years older than I am,” Storm said as he hugged Gram back.
“Hello there Storm Brightblade,” said Kain as he walked out of the barracks.
Kain was the commander of the Knights in Solace. Kain was a Knight of the Rose, the highest rank in the Knighthood. He was one who did not like Storm because of who is father was even though he was a hero among the Knights of Solamnia; he thought that Storm could turn into one of the enemy at any moment. But everyone else, especially Gram, liked having the boy around so he did not say anything.
“Alright men, mount up! We’re heading out!” Kain yelled at the top of his lungs.
Everyone ran to his mount except Storm.
“Sir I do not have a horse to ride.”
Kain turned around and looked down at the boy. “Well then I guess you can’t-“
“What are you talking about. It's right here!” Gram yelled as he came around with a second horse coming up behind him. It was a strong, chestnut colored steed. It tampered as Storm walked to him but calmed down as soon as Storm started stroking the horse’s nose.
“He’s a good horse and I thought he suited you. He belonged to one of the knights before he got transferred to Sancrist.” Gram stated.
“He’s perfect. Just perfect,” Storm said as he climbed into the saddle.
Kain rode to the front of the twenty other knights (and Storm) and started shouting orders to move out.
“Well this it, my first adventure ever,” Storm said as he and the rest of the of the knights out of town. ‘I wonder if I will come back to see this town again.’ Storm thought as the town faded out of distance and they rode into the rising sun
Chapter Two: The First Timer
That morning Storm got up before the sun was up. He packed all his clothes he was going to need. As he was walking towards the door, he grabbed his sword and started down the hallway. He passed his aunt and uncle’s room and looked in. He saw his aunt there, but his uncle was not in their bed.
‘Probably went to go get something to drink,” thought Storm then he continued down the hallway.
Storm walked down the stairs and as he walked off the last step he saw his uncle sitting there eating breakfast.
“Morning nephew,” Caramon said and raised his fork in greeting.
“Uncle what are you doing up so early?”
“Thought you would sneak out without saying good-bye first did you? Come; eat some breakfast before you leave.” Caramon beckoned him to sit down across from him where a plate of food was sitting for him.
Storm walked over and sat down and ate with his uncle. After a few minutes both of their plates were cleared and Storm took them into the kitchen, washed them, and put them away. As Storm walked out of the kitchen his uncle was sitting there but with his old armor next to him. The armor consisted of mostly plate armor with a chain shirt and leggings underneath. The plate portion consisted of a breastplate, bracers, thigh plates, and shoulder plates.
“I thought you should have some extra protection while you were out fighting,” Caramon said as he lifted the armor on the table. Storm walked forward and inspected the armor. It was beautiful and in excellent shape, after all the years of use. It was of dwarven craft and was made from steel.
“Uncle, I do not know what to say,” Storm said as he looked up to his uncle and smiled.
“Just be careful then nephew. I don’t to loose you as I have my other sons, Tanin and Sturm.”
He then helped his nephew into the armor he had worn during the time he was following his brother through time and fought in the Dwarf Gate Wars, where the mountain dwarves and hill dwarves fought because the King of the Mountain, Duncan would not allow their hill dwarf cousins to enter the mountain after the Cataclysm. He unbuckles the breastplate and puts it on Storm as he finishes putting the bracers on.
“Well you at you,” Caramon stepped back and looked at his nephew in his old armor, “you look just like I did when I was the Commander in the Dwarf Gate Wars, yet a lot younger though. So how does it feel?”
“A little heavy but I will get used to it, besides that it feels wonderful. Thank you so much uncle.”
Storm walked up to his uncle and hugged him. Caramon stood there and embraced him. His little nephew was growing up. He could feel his eyes watering up but he did not care. He stood there and just hugged his nephew.
“When your mother left you here with us, I thought you were going to live quietly here and run the Inn when you were old enough to. But you have your grandfather’s blood in you along with your father’s. Just promise me one thing….come back to me and your aunt in one piece alright? You’re the closest thing to a son we have left.”
“I will uncle, don’t you worry.” As he finished he walked out the door and started down the stairs to the Knight’s barracks where the other knights would be waiting for him. Caramon walked to the door and looked at the dot on the ground that was his nephew.
“Go, and fight like a man my nephew,” Caramon said.
He turned around and went to wake his wife to prepare for the day’s business.
Storm ran down the road towards his father’s tomb. Almost everyday he took some time and visited his father’s tomb. He sat down on a rock and looked up at the tomb.
“Hello father, I just stopped to tell you that I am going to be away for awhile. Uncle Caramon has allowed me to go off on my first adventure. I just wish you were alive to see me now. Uncle talked about you and grandpa this morning, saying that I was like you and him. One day I am going to be a knight and this might be my chance to prove myself that I can be a knight. I just hope I become just like you and grandpa when I do become a knight,” Storm stood up and gathered his things, “good-bye father.”
Storm walked away from the tomb and headed down the road towards the barracks. When he got there the knights there were just about ready to leave. One of the knights, Gram, saw Storm coming and waved. Gram was a tall, husky man with bright red hair and sky blue eyes. He was one of Storm’s best friends. He was the one who was right behind Storm telling him he could make it to knighthood if he really tried to. He was teaching Storm the knight’s fighting style, he was teaching Storm how to properly use a lance on a horse. He was the one who helped Storm understand the meaning of the Measure. You could call Gram Storm’s big brother. Gram stood up and turned around to face Storm.
“Well look who it is, it’s the new recruit,” Gram said as he hugged Storm
“You are the one to talk Gram you have only been in the Knighthood for only a year and a half. Also you are only two and a half years older than I am,” Storm said as he hugged Gram back.
“Hello there Storm Brightblade,” said Kain as he walked out of the barracks.
Kain was the commander of the Knights in Solace. Kain was a Knight of the Rose, the highest rank in the Knighthood. He was one who did not like Storm because of who is father was even though he was a hero among the Knights of Solamnia; he thought that Storm could turn into one of the enemy at any moment. But everyone else, especially Gram, liked having the boy around so he did not say anything.
“Alright men, mount up! We’re heading out!” Kain yelled at the top of his lungs.
Everyone ran to his mount except Storm.
“Sir I do not have a horse to ride.”
Kain turned around and looked down at the boy. “Well then I guess you can’t-“
“What are you talking about. It's right here!” Gram yelled as he came around with a second horse coming up behind him. It was a strong, chestnut colored steed. It tampered as Storm walked to him but calmed down as soon as Storm started stroking the horse’s nose.
“He’s a good horse and I thought he suited you. He belonged to one of the knights before he got transferred to Sancrist.” Gram stated.
“He’s perfect. Just perfect,” Storm said as he climbed into the saddle.
Kain rode to the front of the twenty other knights (and Storm) and started shouting orders to move out.
“Well this it, my first adventure ever,” Storm said as he and the rest of the of the knights out of town. ‘I wonder if I will come back to see this town again.’ Storm thought as the town faded out of distance and they rode into the rising sun