The Mythronian patrol tramped down the snowy roadway, stepping lightly, almost happily. Their term of service was almost over, the war against Rainos was improving, and they were due to be paid. Life was good as a soldier of the king. Patrol Captain Galba, looking at his troops, puffed out his chest proudly. Good chaps, nothing like the Rainosian army.
He smirked. Those worthless Rainosians. None of them know how to fight, he said to himself. Galba was surprised Mythron hadn’t crippled Rainos long ago. But strategy wasn’t his problem, he just obeyed the Higher-Up. Still… No. Thoughts like that just wouldn’t do. He shook off this unpatriotic idea and fixed his gaze on the road ahead, almost not noticing the cloaked figure stooping near the river.
Aurelius stared into the half-frozen stream, his eyes glazed. It was cold, very cold.
Horses shrieked and men blundered blindly in the frigid night. “To arms!” “We are attacked!” The clashing and roar of battle closed around him.
Images flashed before his eyes. Memories. Twisting, screaming memories.
A face. His brother… He ran forward toward the attackers, stopped, tumbled, fell. An arrow. One arrow.
Aurelius’ impassive face revealed none of his inner turmoil. He had relived these moments a hundred, a thousand times.
He didn’t notice until later, much later, after his brother stopped bleeding, after the surrounding battle died down, after his first shock wore off. But he saw it eventually, that mark on the arrow. A blue eagle. Mythron. His rage burned against the freezing night.
Aurelius blinked. The clank of armor had jolted him out of his reverie. The Mythronian patrol was quietly creeping up behind him. He slowly, deliberately, glanced behind toward the soldiers. Only a patrol. Nothing too difficult.
After a silence, the captain spoke. “Hail, you there! What is your name and what are you doing in the territory of the king?”
“I recognize no king,” Aurelius spat. “Mythron has no right to or control of this land.”
“In that case, you’re under arrest in the name of the king,” The Mythronian said. “Get the Rainosian dog, men!”
Aurelius stood, rising to his full height. Drawing his sword, he turned to face the Mythronians. The captain stood back, but the soldiers came at him, raising their weapons to attack. He sidestepped the first man’s jab and dispatched him with a quick slash to the neck. The next raised his pike, but before he could strike, Aurelius’ sword had found his heart. The other two hesitated for a moment, but then attacked. Aurelius laughed inwardly. This is what Mythron has to offer? How sad. He ducked the pikeman’s stroke, then carelessly stabbed. The last soldier, heedless of his comrades’ fate, stepped closer. Aurelius whirled, jabbed, and the soldier fell. Fools.
Galba watched, horrified, as the stranger quickly, almost effortlessly, destroyed his troops. He gulped, but mustered what remained of his courage. “For Mythron!” He charged, sword held high. The stranger’s back was turned, maybe Galba could strike him down…. But the man turned, and his sword clashed with Galba’s, forcing the captain back. Blow after crushing blow, the stranger wore him down. Soon, he was tired out, each block and parry taking more and more effort. And the Rainosian was fighting one-handed! Casually, almost easily, he drove Galba back.
The captain’s faith in the king, and in Mythron's army training, was wavering. He summoned the energy for one more stroke, but the stranger dodged and stabbed Galba in the stomach.
On the ground, gasping, Galba watched as the stranger threw back his hood and looked at him. “See now where your precious king has gotten you,” the man snarled, striding away. As he lay helplessly, staining the snow crimson, Galba realized, slowly, painfully, his faith had been blind. Life was short as a soldier of the king.
I'm quite pleased with how this turned out. I like the story, I like the build (it's nothing fancy, but I think it's pretty good), and I like the photos (DIY softbox FTW). Anyway, I'd love to know what you guys think.
Comments and constructive criticism appreciated! Soli Deo Gloria!
Great work man! Love the story which, if rather cliche, is very well written. The build, as said, is great, and I love that base! Still not sure about the dark arrange and medium dark flesh, but other then that, just great!
A fantastic beginning. The build and story is very well done. I like the sharp and bright look of the build, as well as your color scheme. The story is well done. Dark and intriguing. I look forward to more from you! Welcome to LOM!
An excellent intro with a nice story to go with it, as well. The choice of colors for this build is interesting, and I second Soccer Socks on the path. It would look much better if it were under the landscape, and even then, it doesn't really match with wilderness like this. Oh well, nice work otherwise, and love that tree. ;P
Strange, but cool build! The strange but cool part is the green and the snow plus the ice. It seems like a strange idea, but you really made it work! The tree is very well done, and those pine trees still are awesome! The one thing I'd say is that around the stone path, the landscaping is fairly boring. Maybe if you made the tiles under the ground, so you could put some overgrowth on the path? Anyway, greta job and welcome to Rainos!