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| Topic Started: Jun 30 2016, 11:16 PM (133 Views) | |
| Sorel | Jun 30 2016, 11:16 PM Post #1 |
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I'm just a simple man trying to make my way in this world.
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The night before a battle had always been the hardest for him. No matter how many battles he had taken part of, no matter how many sorties and raids he had under his belt. They always resulted with his eyes wide open, staring at the night sky full of stars or the ceiling of his tent, there was always a level of anxiety that he could count up. He supposed that it was natural, unless something happened, it was very likely that death would surround him and those that fought alongside him. If luck was against him, death could come and claim him at last. At least, if that were to be the case, the mercenary captain would die as he intended. Raising to his feet, Sorel forewent breakfast and walked to his armor and gear, fastening the mail over his tunic and then the brigadine to further protect his torso. The ritual ended as he placed whatever piece of armor he always wore, taking a seat on a chair, as his hand guided a whetstone upon the edge of his sword in a repetition that made the early hours of the day pass slower. It wasn't until the sound of pages reading horses, and hammers hitting anvils, when he knew that the whole camp was reading itself for battle. With sword hung by his belt, he stepped out his own tent, men and fae alike coexisting in unison as blacksmiths tended for armors, swords and spears. Fletchers worked in arrows for the bowmen and rangers of the company. As he passed the men of the company nodded at him, with few murmuring 'Captain'. "You missed breakfast." A voice behind him called, making Sorel turn. "I always miss breakfast." The mercenary captain said to Haldir, his lieutenant. "Makes it easier to avoid throwing up during battle." The two men walked around the camp as every member of the company carried on and readied themselves. He had to thank to the squabbles of nobles, contracts with a good pay were difficult to come by. "So, anything else before asking the other noble to surrender" Sorel asked. "Some new recruits... other people that wants to fight with us." The elf said nonchalantly. "Nothing out of the ordinary." |
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