Post by Sir Nichtmar on Jun 8, 2022 7:23:28 GMT -5
(Anyone may feel free to add entries, I will make one of these each year....hopefully 
Summer of 22 by Sir Nichtmar
My squire Dorian and myself have setup a training camp away from the city in the forest known as The Greatwood. Warriors like Rook, Maverick, and even the hill giant Oof have come out to help find and train new defenders of the land. Though the sword seems to weigh heavier in my hand before, I find myself motivated by the new faces and their desire for knowledge and combat. Mags one of our newest warriors strives to be better on the field and asks so many questions about how it all started. I wish Taos was here, I say to myself, but I do my best. We discuss the Orc Wars, Telamon, the Jovians... those times... talking about them stir up old feelings, old memories with friends, the good and the bad. All the fighters that were lost... oh I ramble on. Yesterday a traveler named Donkey, peculiar name, peculiar fellow, but man could he fight with a glaive. We were honored to have the visit from such a seasoned vet. Squire Brom even stopped by, oh his heavy left. A familiar face, but someone unknown to us was a warrior named Loaf. His blade was quick, his arrows were quicker. Isen, leader of the Crimson Fang, came out from the forest to greet us, though he didn't fight, he observed and it nice to see my old friend.
So far the training seems to be working, we're attracting more and more warriors. This area is mostly left unprotected, but I think our meeting here has put a fear in the local criminals and monsters. Reports of attacks have gone down, but it sounds like we're going to have to start patrolling the many paths in the Greatwood.
I hope our new fighters are ready.
Summer of 22 by Sir Nichtmar
My squire Dorian and myself have setup a training camp away from the city in the forest known as The Greatwood. Warriors like Rook, Maverick, and even the hill giant Oof have come out to help find and train new defenders of the land. Though the sword seems to weigh heavier in my hand before, I find myself motivated by the new faces and their desire for knowledge and combat. Mags one of our newest warriors strives to be better on the field and asks so many questions about how it all started. I wish Taos was here, I say to myself, but I do my best. We discuss the Orc Wars, Telamon, the Jovians... those times... talking about them stir up old feelings, old memories with friends, the good and the bad. All the fighters that were lost... oh I ramble on. Yesterday a traveler named Donkey, peculiar name, peculiar fellow, but man could he fight with a glaive. We were honored to have the visit from such a seasoned vet. Squire Brom even stopped by, oh his heavy left. A familiar face, but someone unknown to us was a warrior named Loaf. His blade was quick, his arrows were quicker. Isen, leader of the Crimson Fang, came out from the forest to greet us, though he didn't fight, he observed and it nice to see my old friend.
So far the training seems to be working, we're attracting more and more warriors. This area is mostly left unprotected, but I think our meeting here has put a fear in the local criminals and monsters. Reports of attacks have gone down, but it sounds like we're going to have to start patrolling the many paths in the Greatwood.
I hope our new fighters are ready.