marching on [p]
Aug 13, 2015 8:08:56 GMT -8
Post by Winter on Aug 13, 2015 8:08:56 GMT -8
The sun rose at the knight's back, warming the skin of his exposed arm, and the crisp blue fabric of his military coat. Cobalt, his blue roan stallion also seemed to enjoy the comfort as me as he, trotting with much more enthusiasm than he had in the previous nights. The boat-ride over had been a grievance to the steed, and now that his hooves were back on soil and dirt, the attitude it showed prior had disappeared. Still it would not fully calm him in this land, especially as Edric marched with a few others on horseback through the middle of a populated village. From what happened two nights ago, many seemed to travel the distance in hopes of hearing first-hand the stories of the event that branded Edric with an unknown marking across his palm. Whatever it was, it lie deeper than skin, as he attempted cutting off a sliver in an inquisitive approach.
The lord knight attempted to ignore the constant stares and comments made by the local denizens, knowing that his appearance would draw attention. There were drastic differences in their facial structures, the most obvious being eye-shape. The diplomats that visited in the earlier months described this, and their fascination with the eyes of the western continent, and from Edric's short experience here, it was true. With each block he pressed through, he could sense more and more that followed in his wake, not immediately, but trailing off a few dozen meters, curious and cautious as to his extent. The sword on his hip raised alarm by a few, but the guards of the village were much too unprepared to handle such numbers and uniformity of his unit, so they watched warily, hoping that that the foreigners wouldn't attempt something. Edric had no plan for conflict, so their worries would eventually leave as soon as he did.
The final observation Edric made was the number of those that seemed far more disciplined and trained than the guards. A military of sorts, though the markings on their headbands was apparently a symbol of where their loyalties lie. By the way they grouped together, it was further evidence that this was true. Some villagers he managed to get to speak told stories of the "shinobi" and that they were skilled warriors. Perhaps the knights of their own world. The diplomats spoke of these warriors, and pressured the idea that these were the ones that would lead the brigades to the major places of trade. The members of the true target.
But how would Edric start a conversation and gather leads?
The lord knight attempted to ignore the constant stares and comments made by the local denizens, knowing that his appearance would draw attention. There were drastic differences in their facial structures, the most obvious being eye-shape. The diplomats that visited in the earlier months described this, and their fascination with the eyes of the western continent, and from Edric's short experience here, it was true. With each block he pressed through, he could sense more and more that followed in his wake, not immediately, but trailing off a few dozen meters, curious and cautious as to his extent. The sword on his hip raised alarm by a few, but the guards of the village were much too unprepared to handle such numbers and uniformity of his unit, so they watched warily, hoping that that the foreigners wouldn't attempt something. Edric had no plan for conflict, so their worries would eventually leave as soon as he did.
The final observation Edric made was the number of those that seemed far more disciplined and trained than the guards. A military of sorts, though the markings on their headbands was apparently a symbol of where their loyalties lie. By the way they grouped together, it was further evidence that this was true. Some villagers he managed to get to speak told stories of the "shinobi" and that they were skilled warriors. Perhaps the knights of their own world. The diplomats spoke of these warriors, and pressured the idea that these were the ones that would lead the brigades to the major places of trade. The members of the true target.
But how would Edric start a conversation and gather leads?