by Knight Errant » Fri Nov 21, 2008 12:38 pm
A chuckle is heard as a man steps out of the nearby trees. His outfit, though weatherbeaten, wouldnt cause a posh gent to look twice. The pistols strapped to his rather nice shirt might, though. And while elegant and well-made, the cutlass at his side is undeniably... a cutlass.
Looking over at the bandit. "Crucible, Crucible... why is every bandit leader in Albion must claim to have bested that... If I had a gold piece for every fool who claimed to have fought in the Crucible..."
"Well I wouldnt be stuck here collecting bounties on scum like you now, would I?"
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...

Click the eggs... feed the dragons.