Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2016 22:01:24 GMT -5
Artorias traveled along the paths and roads leading to Fordeth city his cape flowing behind him and his hood was down. It was a well kept road but only because it lead to one of the most notable cities known in Cruinthe. It was the seat of power for Julgrava, it was where he ruled over Cruinthe with a iron fist. It was one of the reasons Artorias joined with the RJG in the first place. He didn't join them because they hated the other races other then humans or Skaldi. He joined them because they wanted to give back Cruinthe to its rightful heir. He hoped one day he would be strong enough to lead a massive army of RJG against this place and put the queen back on the throne. Even if he wasn't a commander of any soldiers but got to fight in something so historic he could feel like he made a difference. It was all he wanted in his heart, to make a name for himself. Long after his bones turned to dust his name would still be written in black ink in tomes of hero's and legends.
Although he joined the RJG it was more informal then he would have imagined. He signed a few papers with his name on it and was welcomed to the RJG by a fellow soldier. He expected more then that, to be greeted the by the queen or something. Artorias shook his head and chuckled to himself. Who was he kidding? He was a mere rank and file soldier he had no status in this world. No one even knew who he was or even cared. Artorias continued along the path's layed out before him with no issues but he kept his guard up. Even on the roads it was always dangerous. In this day and age you could never be too careful with bounty hunters, bandits, or even monsters. Artorias let his left hand hang at his waist while his right hand rested on the pommel of his sword hilt at the small of his back. He did it in a causal manner as to make it look like his arm was getting heavy and was using his sword as a resting spot.
Although he joined the RJG it was more informal then he would have imagined. He signed a few papers with his name on it and was welcomed to the RJG by a fellow soldier. He expected more then that, to be greeted the by the queen or something. Artorias shook his head and chuckled to himself. Who was he kidding? He was a mere rank and file soldier he had no status in this world. No one even knew who he was or even cared. Artorias continued along the path's layed out before him with no issues but he kept his guard up. Even on the roads it was always dangerous. In this day and age you could never be too careful with bounty hunters, bandits, or even monsters. Artorias let his left hand hang at his waist while his right hand rested on the pommel of his sword hilt at the small of his back. He did it in a causal manner as to make it look like his arm was getting heavy and was using his sword as a resting spot.