Chapter 7: A Man Down
As the battle raged on around him, Roland looked around in what he believed to be his last moments alive. He was sure someone would finish him off soon enough. He had failed his mission, he thought. And as his consciousness left him he saw a figure, fighting so gallantly, it was worthy of the skills of a Knight of Thurkyll. The figure turned and saw Roland. As the warrior grew closer, Roland realized whom it was. The brave and gallant warrior was Alric. He picked up Roland’s body, which had since lost consciousness. Alric carried Roland over his shoulder with one arm and continued to battle his way out with his other. He stumbled up to the hill where they had come from and he set Roland down. Hoping for life to still be dwelling somewhere inside Roland's body, Alric franticly began to treat him...
Down on the fields of battle, the dark army of mercenaries and slaves led by the kings so called advisor continued to slaughter the elder weak soldiers of Halador. They were being overrun and the King sent his last line of troops into battle, full of the oldest and weakest men. The dark armies quickly finished them off and it was obvious that the battle was at its end, as was the Kings army.
Two moons later, Roland woke up in pain. It was nighttime and he did not know where he was. All he could remember was getting a blow to his head and then seeing Alric running towards him. He felt his wound; it was stitched and was healing with the help of herbs and medicines. Alric was nearby, tending the fire of their camp. Alric noticed Roland and chuckled. "Didn't know if you'd ever wake up, you got hit pretty bad." Said Alric.
Later that night, as the two spoke of the homes they missed so much, they heard movements in the forest nearby. Alric drew his sword just as a half a dozen dark eyed mercenaries emerged from the shadows...
-Grant
Down on the fields of battle, the dark army of mercenaries and slaves led by the kings so called advisor continued to slaughter the elder weak soldiers of Halador. They were being overrun and the King sent his last line of troops into battle, full of the oldest and weakest men. The dark armies quickly finished them off and it was obvious that the battle was at its end, as was the Kings army.
Two moons later, Roland woke up in pain. It was nighttime and he did not know where he was. All he could remember was getting a blow to his head and then seeing Alric running towards him. He felt his wound; it was stitched and was healing with the help of herbs and medicines. Alric was nearby, tending the fire of their camp. Alric noticed Roland and chuckled. "Didn't know if you'd ever wake up, you got hit pretty bad." Said Alric.
Later that night, as the two spoke of the homes they missed so much, they heard movements in the forest nearby. Alric drew his sword just as a half a dozen dark eyed mercenaries emerged from the shadows...
-Grant