Arthur
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The wind blew out of the east sending blades of grass swinging with it. The wind carried through the fields and the towns in its path till it finally crested a rise and went past a lone man standing on it and staring out at the land before him. Not unusual because this land saw travelers quite often. But maybe perhaps it had not seen anyone quite like this that it might be different. That the man was different there was no doubt. His blonde hair flowing out behind him said that he came from a different place because here peoples hair was darker. Also the eyes so deeply blue and strange almost like a beasts or a reptiles spoke of the vast difference between him and the people in the lands beyond.
Of course the man was armed that was to be expected, a sword hung at one side and it looked like it belonged there, as if it were natural that it should be carried there. Two other swords hung on his back and one could see the various knives in his belt some long some short. And to be sure there were more hidden elsewhere. Why anyone would carry so many weapons might be beyond most people. But for this man, this warrior for that was what he was, it was common to do so. Of course he armor, his armor was a dark shade of green and looked very heavy but the man wore it like a second skin. It looked well used but well cared for.
And so the man whose name was Arthur walked down the rise toward the nearest town. There he hoped he might find rest, comfort, and most important work. For Arthur was a sellsword, he sold his blade wherever it might be needed. And he was sure there was someone here who might need a quick sword to solve their issues. Then what would happen, perhaps an adventure for wherever Arthur went adventure soon followed either that or trouble.
Either way the people below would see something very different from this man. But then that could be said of all people.
Of course the man was armed that was to be expected, a sword hung at one side and it looked like it belonged there, as if it were natural that it should be carried there. Two other swords hung on his back and one could see the various knives in his belt some long some short. And to be sure there were more hidden elsewhere. Why anyone would carry so many weapons might be beyond most people. But for this man, this warrior for that was what he was, it was common to do so. Of course he armor, his armor was a dark shade of green and looked very heavy but the man wore it like a second skin. It looked well used but well cared for.
And so the man whose name was Arthur walked down the rise toward the nearest town. There he hoped he might find rest, comfort, and most important work. For Arthur was a sellsword, he sold his blade wherever it might be needed. And he was sure there was someone here who might need a quick sword to solve their issues. Then what would happen, perhaps an adventure for wherever Arthur went adventure soon followed either that or trouble.
Either way the people below would see something very different from this man. But then that could be said of all people.