Post by Dervorin on Dec 10, 2009 17:06:01 GMT -5
The city of Minas Tirith lit up as the sun rose from the horizon, bathing the townsfolk in its bright glory. Just another day in the lives of the citizens. Business as usual. But, for the guards at the Gate, it was anything but. For instead of their usual quiet duty, a problem had presented itself.
A man, clad in leather and chain-mail, was slumped limply over the back of a white warhorse. At first, the guards figured it was but a sleeping traveler. But as the horse drew near, the guards saw that the man was trailing blood. And had a trio of arrows sticking out of his back.
This sight brought the guards into action. A group of guards rushed from the gate, intercepting the horse on its way inside. They hurried it inside, taking care to make sure the man on its back was not moved to much. The captain of the guard dispatched the group to take the man to the healers as soon as possible, and the horse to the stables. They transferred the man onto a stretcher at the gatehouse, sent a guard away on the horse to the stables, and...
"Sir! I know this man! This is Dervorin, one of the Knights of the Tower!"exclaimed one of the guards to his officer. This outburst caused the guard leader's eyebrows to raise, his eyes become wide. Not only was the man on the stretcher wounded, he was a wounded Knight. It was imperative they reach the healers in time to save him. In any case, saving Dervorin... might mean a promotion.
The leader motioned to move out, at top speed, an order the guards followed to the letter. They began running carefully as they held the stretcher up, making their way up to the tower.
Onlookers regarded the scene with both confusion and awe. Those that recognized Dervorin either watched in horror, or, in a few cases, ran off to spread the word to his friends, or enemies. Those that didn't simply noted the symbol on the cuirass, the sign of the Knights of the Tower. For certain, the entire city would hear of the fall of a Knight, and his transport to the healers.
A man, clad in leather and chain-mail, was slumped limply over the back of a white warhorse. At first, the guards figured it was but a sleeping traveler. But as the horse drew near, the guards saw that the man was trailing blood. And had a trio of arrows sticking out of his back.
This sight brought the guards into action. A group of guards rushed from the gate, intercepting the horse on its way inside. They hurried it inside, taking care to make sure the man on its back was not moved to much. The captain of the guard dispatched the group to take the man to the healers as soon as possible, and the horse to the stables. They transferred the man onto a stretcher at the gatehouse, sent a guard away on the horse to the stables, and...
"Sir! I know this man! This is Dervorin, one of the Knights of the Tower!"exclaimed one of the guards to his officer. This outburst caused the guard leader's eyebrows to raise, his eyes become wide. Not only was the man on the stretcher wounded, he was a wounded Knight. It was imperative they reach the healers in time to save him. In any case, saving Dervorin... might mean a promotion.
The leader motioned to move out, at top speed, an order the guards followed to the letter. They began running carefully as they held the stretcher up, making their way up to the tower.
Onlookers regarded the scene with both confusion and awe. Those that recognized Dervorin either watched in horror, or, in a few cases, ran off to spread the word to his friends, or enemies. Those that didn't simply noted the symbol on the cuirass, the sign of the Knights of the Tower. For certain, the entire city would hear of the fall of a Knight, and his transport to the healers.
