Dragoman wrote:Rasco was so fixed on Sir Kentis’ words that he hadn’t notices the massive wall they approached. It was still in the distance but in minutes they would be before its gates.
The wall was lofty, spanning from one cliff face to the other and making it so those coming from west to east or east to west would need to pass through it’s gates. These gates were so large that it could make a man feel dwarfed in comparison. It was before those gates that all the knights had begun to dismount; giving their horses whatever rest they could have after the long days ride.
“Well gentlemen, it was a good ride but take as much rest as you can, for you will need it before long.” And with that Sir Kentis was off, out to learn what news he could about the situation at hand. The other Knights of Faeroken did as he suggested and took what ever rest they could before the conflict was to ensue.
Galdrutt, Rasco and Alcander however, did not seek rest but instead took counsel with one another.
“Who are the Rogue Knights and this tyco Dracus, Sir Kentis mentioned?” Galdrutt wondered, looking back towards Rasco.
“Well, from what I know” Rasco answered “They were once loyal knights to the kingdom but they became dishonored and sent into exile. I’m not sure how it happened though, few wish to speak about it and I have never really taken much interest to find out until now. “
Galdrutt thought with a sigh “Well maybe we should find Sir Kentis and see if he can’t tell us a little more about these tyco Rogue Knights. After all, if we are going to have to loose our lives to these megeblocks, I think we deserve a little more explanation, don’t you?"
“Agreed.” came Alcander with a nod. “So anyone know where he went?”
“Not sure.” said Rasco.
The three looked around for a moment trying to see if he was anywhere in sight.
“over there!” Rasco then shouted, pointing at the left tower which was some ways away.
The other two turned and after a moment of squinting in the direction the Banterasian had pointed, saw that it was indeed Sir Kentis on the tower, staring into the distance as he so often did.
“Well then” Alcander said. “what are we waiting for?” and with that both he and Galdrutt started towards the tower.
“Good job, boy.” grunted Galdrutt as he walked past the Banterasian. He spoke it in his far too common of tone which made it difficult for Rasco to discern whether or not the Royal Knight was being genuine in his compliment or merely sarcastic. But by the time Rasco chose to let it go and not let it bother him, he saw that Alcander and Galdrutt were already a good ways ahead of him; forcing young Rasco to hurry on behind.
When they reached the top of the tower, they ran into Sir Kentis who had looked as if he was about to start his way back down.
Hello again friends.” Greeted the Stallion Knight with some surprise. “Anything I can do for you three?”
“Hello, Sir Kentis.” Alcander, greeting back in the same fashion. “and yes actually, we were wondering if you could tell us a bit more about these Rogue Knights and the one who leads them, the one who you called Dracus. We figured we deserve to know, now that we’re in this as much as you.”
“Fair enough” said Sir Kentis to some lament. “ I will tell you, but you must understand that we don’t talk much about them, especially to outsiders; for they are a reminder of a darker time in our past. You see many long years ago, before the reign of our King Jayko, or even that of King Mathias, there reigned a king named Mallekee. King Mallekee was a valiant man, courageous in the face of adversity and a great military leader, certainly not a evil man but surely one full of arrogance. When he became king, most thought he would do well, but alas, as should be learned, there is much more required of a ruler than battle prowess. Soon after being crowned king, Mallekee forgot about his people and focused solely on his own ambitions; eventually plunging the kingdom into unrest. Many tried to counsel the king but thanks to his pride, Mallekee would not hear it. The knights in that time saw how Mallekee had failed as a ruler and many chose to break our most noble code of honor by attempting to dethrone Mallekee through means of betrayal. Other knights stood by King Mallekee-not necessarily because they thought he was a suited ruler but because the code demanded that they must. And so it was a time full of shame and sorrow, when knight would fight against knight, and bother against brother and none throughout the kingdom survived the war without having first dealt to them the bitterness of loss. The war finally ended though when Mallekee, at last seeing the damage that the war had caused and recognizing his as a ruler, failed, advocated the throne and left the kingdom forever. When a new king ascended the throne, he judged all the knights on both sides. Those he found who had not honored the code were sent into exile along with all their family; never again to set foot in our beloved kingdom. These dishonored knights became embittered from being cast out for what they believed to be right. It was these knights who latter formed the Rogue Knights; a group who over time have become little more than mercenaries. It was not surprising then, when I learned that Vladeck hired them, knowing that they share a resentment towards us. And so now you know the truth of our enemy.” Sir Kentis, added with a sigh.
“wow!” said Rasco, in amazement. "It's nice to finally know what exactly happened between the Rogue Knights and us. “
“Well, I can’t surely say that it’s exactly as it happened but it is as I have been told it; and that will have to do.”
“That will do then.” Alcander said. “It's better to know your enemy than to not, so it was good of you to tell us these things and we thank you fo-”
“Wait a minute,” Galdrutt interrupted with a grumble. “you haven yet to tell us of who this Dracus fellow is.”
“Right you are!” Sir Kentis said, remembering that he indeed hadn’t.
But before anymore words could be exchanged among them, a Man at Arms rushed up the steps, carrying a piece parchment and there upon stood at the top of the tower with the other four.
“Sire!” Said the man to Sir Kentis, who was somewhat winded from climbing the many steps of the tower. “Scouts who were sent before you arrived, have returned with news of the enemy.
“Oh?” spoke Sir Kentis curiously “And what news did they bring?”
“They’re dead, Sire.”
“Who’s dead? The scouts?”
"No Sire, the enemy... The Rogue Knight army... It’s been destroyed." The messenger at which point handed the parchment to Sir Kentis, and after a quick bow, went back down the tower’s steps.
When Sir Kentis opened the parchment he found that it was the full report of what the scouts had found. All four were standing silent after hearing the the news and once Sir Kentis finished reading through the parchment, he looked up with a plank stare, and thought: How could of this have happened?