Sir Terrowin
The barbaric man smiled at Terrowin as he surrounded the elf's hand with a firm grasp and shoved down weight to of which Terrowin struggled to lift the man. Terrowin's arm sparked with pain of the tug, this action the knight sent to Terrowin was a warning, "Forfeit and you shall recuse yourself from shame."
Terrowin released the man's hand and the pulling. Terrowin closed his eyes and commanded friendly, "Someone please, umm.. Lend aid to this man rising up, I musn't hold the royals waiting."
He opened his eyes and as became walking he conjure conversation to himself,
"Give up? Give up! No, I shalln't compose a task. Better be the man who approached suffering rather than retreat from it."
He glanced at the next opponent, a knight of Kardellia. These soldiers, loyal ones, intelligent in battle.
"These knights, these well trained knights may defeat me. But... was it not I who existed without a mother fetching water? Was it not I who lived without a father hunting game? Was it not I who knitted myself a blanket of dirt? Was it not I whose siblings were dogs. Was it not I the only family I held were strangers, drunkards, and whores? Was it not I who was given the blessing to become recruit? Was it not I who wore chainmail of scars when only in youth? Was it not I who looked down upon the battlefield of men painted with blood and pierced with swords? Was it not I who have journeyed through a life of violence and defeat? Was it not I who has journeyed though a life of misfortune? Is it not I who looks at the shadows instead of the sun? Is it not I who found blessings but instead examine the curse? Is it not I who deserves victory? No, it is I.
Am I one to let it slip from my fingers? No, I shall not let it fly from me."
It was not that Terrowin has lived a life only of misery, no he has discovered enlightening moments but he drove his mind in a forest darkness. He believed anger is the key to victory. Not of this time did he unleashes jeers or taunt. Not he leaned towards the front and readied his lance.
The moment his horse neared to the knight he slung the lance but it missed, his enemy did not.
"Damn it!" he cursed aloud as he dashed to his horse.
"You shall pay, maggot pie!"
The second round began and Terrowin thirsted his lance with all his strength, stretching out in hope of striking, though his action was blind. He piled affliction in his right arm while the lance flung into the ground as also did he. He groaned when colliding to the ground. There was no need for a third round, he has already lost.
He laid there until the knight unequipped the helmet, revealing a sweaty head. Terrowin rushed up as he too lifted the helmet off, he aimed the helmet at the knight's head, but instead hurled it at the grass hollering, "Is it not enough?!"
He turned his eyes to Aleiia in the distance as he questioned in a muttered, "Am I not enough?"
Terrowin released the man's hand and the pulling. Terrowin closed his eyes and commanded friendly, "Someone please, umm.. Lend aid to this man rising up, I musn't hold the royals waiting."
He opened his eyes and as became walking he conjure conversation to himself,
"Give up? Give up! No, I shalln't compose a task. Better be the man who approached suffering rather than retreat from it."
He glanced at the next opponent, a knight of Kardellia. These soldiers, loyal ones, intelligent in battle.
"These knights, these well trained knights may defeat me. But... was it not I who existed without a mother fetching water? Was it not I who lived without a father hunting game? Was it not I who knitted myself a blanket of dirt? Was it not I whose siblings were dogs. Was it not I the only family I held were strangers, drunkards, and whores? Was it not I who was given the blessing to become recruit? Was it not I who wore chainmail of scars when only in youth? Was it not I who looked down upon the battlefield of men painted with blood and pierced with swords? Was it not I who have journeyed through a life of violence and defeat? Was it not I who has journeyed though a life of misfortune? Is it not I who looks at the shadows instead of the sun? Is it not I who found blessings but instead examine the curse? Is it not I who deserves victory? No, it is I.
Am I one to let it slip from my fingers? No, I shall not let it fly from me."
It was not that Terrowin has lived a life only of misery, no he has discovered enlightening moments but he drove his mind in a forest darkness. He believed anger is the key to victory. Not of this time did he unleashes jeers or taunt. Not he leaned towards the front and readied his lance.
The moment his horse neared to the knight he slung the lance but it missed, his enemy did not.
"Damn it!" he cursed aloud as he dashed to his horse.
"You shall pay, maggot pie!"
The second round began and Terrowin thirsted his lance with all his strength, stretching out in hope of striking, though his action was blind. He piled affliction in his right arm while the lance flung into the ground as also did he. He groaned when colliding to the ground. There was no need for a third round, he has already lost.
He laid there until the knight unequipped the helmet, revealing a sweaty head. Terrowin rushed up as he too lifted the helmet off, he aimed the helmet at the knight's head, but instead hurled it at the grass hollering, "Is it not enough?!"
He turned his eyes to Aleiia in the distance as he questioned in a muttered, "Am I not enough?"