Post by deusspud on Aug 27, 2013 1:58:03 GMT -5
For a moment, Gustav Langsdorfer allowed himself a rest. This was really not going as he had expected. Here we was, holding his master's saddle, with the master in question nowhere to be seen. Memories took him for a moment. This was familiar.
Bastard son of his father, a Lord-Knight with his own holding, Gustav was generally a child in happy spirits. The only thing he wasn't entirely happy about was the fact that, one day, he would have to learn how to rule his father's lands. This was happily solved for him however, when his mother and father finally concieved. It was then that, as the new second in line to inherit, Gustav turned his attention to more 'important' things, mostly having his father regale him with old tales of knighthood and adventures.
As time pressed on, Gustav inherited more and more of his father's physical traits. Long in arm and skinny in body, no matter how actually strong he was. At sixteen years of age, two years into Gustav's squireship, the holding of Langsdorf found itself under attack from orcish raiders. Heading out to defend the walls, Gustav, his father, and the knights of Langsdorf held the walls bravely. Sadly, the walls fell, and the Orcs took their assault to the town proper. Having fallen back to defend the town, the knights of Langsdorf clashed with the orcs in a horribly bloody pitched battle, only breaking when the orcs fell back to regroup.
It was after a particularly pitched battle that Gustav's father came back, bleeding from beneath his armor. That very night, he died from his wounds, but instead of mourning, Gustav's family took to action. At the dawn of the next day, the armor of the Lord of Langsdorf took to the field of battle, obviously dragging it's limbs because the lord was bringing himself to fight, even past terrible wounds. With renewed spirit, the Knights of Langsdorf threw themselves into battle once more, rallying under their supposedly dead, but fighting lord. It wasn't until the battle was won, and the armor had returned home that Gustav removed the armor. Having spent the entire battle shambling after the rest of the knights in the armor he had no idea how to actually wear, he hadn't actually gotten into the battle. But he had been effective enough anyways.
The funeral had been somber, but it had helped cement his desire to follow his father's path. The fact that his mother had begun jokingly referring to him as "The Dead Knight" did not help curb his life choices.
A few years later, and here he was. His Knight and he were on a quest to investigate reports of undead attacking a city, and from nowhere his knight's horse had stepped in a hole in the road, breaking it's ankle. After making sure he was okay, Gustav had given the knight his horse, that he may arrive in town on time to conduct his investigation. Something felt wrong though.
With that thought, Gustav got to his feet once more. There was work to be done, no matter how he looked at it, and the time for rest was over.
As for my questions with armor. It might or might not be my intent to purchase my father's armor from my family at some point, as symbolic as it is to me. Yes, he has a germanic name, but it was in my belief that Ciriah has a massive mishmash of cultures, so it wasn't too strange for him to have a name as such.
Bastard son of his father, a Lord-Knight with his own holding, Gustav was generally a child in happy spirits. The only thing he wasn't entirely happy about was the fact that, one day, he would have to learn how to rule his father's lands. This was happily solved for him however, when his mother and father finally concieved. It was then that, as the new second in line to inherit, Gustav turned his attention to more 'important' things, mostly having his father regale him with old tales of knighthood and adventures.
As time pressed on, Gustav inherited more and more of his father's physical traits. Long in arm and skinny in body, no matter how actually strong he was. At sixteen years of age, two years into Gustav's squireship, the holding of Langsdorf found itself under attack from orcish raiders. Heading out to defend the walls, Gustav, his father, and the knights of Langsdorf held the walls bravely. Sadly, the walls fell, and the Orcs took their assault to the town proper. Having fallen back to defend the town, the knights of Langsdorf clashed with the orcs in a horribly bloody pitched battle, only breaking when the orcs fell back to regroup.
It was after a particularly pitched battle that Gustav's father came back, bleeding from beneath his armor. That very night, he died from his wounds, but instead of mourning, Gustav's family took to action. At the dawn of the next day, the armor of the Lord of Langsdorf took to the field of battle, obviously dragging it's limbs because the lord was bringing himself to fight, even past terrible wounds. With renewed spirit, the Knights of Langsdorf threw themselves into battle once more, rallying under their supposedly dead, but fighting lord. It wasn't until the battle was won, and the armor had returned home that Gustav removed the armor. Having spent the entire battle shambling after the rest of the knights in the armor he had no idea how to actually wear, he hadn't actually gotten into the battle. But he had been effective enough anyways.
The funeral had been somber, but it had helped cement his desire to follow his father's path. The fact that his mother had begun jokingly referring to him as "The Dead Knight" did not help curb his life choices.
A few years later, and here he was. His Knight and he were on a quest to investigate reports of undead attacking a city, and from nowhere his knight's horse had stepped in a hole in the road, breaking it's ankle. After making sure he was okay, Gustav had given the knight his horse, that he may arrive in town on time to conduct his investigation. Something felt wrong though.
With that thought, Gustav got to his feet once more. There was work to be done, no matter how he looked at it, and the time for rest was over.
As for my questions with armor. It might or might not be my intent to purchase my father's armor from my family at some point, as symbolic as it is to me. Yes, he has a germanic name, but it was in my belief that Ciriah has a massive mishmash of cultures, so it wasn't too strange for him to have a name as such.