[Hiatus]
So I have gotten into For Honour...
This story tells the tale of yourself, dear reader. You take the place of a nobe Warden of Ashfeild in the world of For Honour. This story takes place 5 years after the death of Apolleon. Knights, Viking...
Tyra was waiting for (Y/N) to come out of the forge with his new armour. He had been working on it for days. The iron legion was encamped in their castle a few miles east from the burnt village. It had a moat and the classic 4 turrets as well as a gate and drawbridge.
Then the door to the forge finally opened, and there was (Y/N) in his new armour.
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"What do you think?" (Y/N) asked.
"Nicely done. Let's head to the cantine." Tyra said. They were walking along the barricades when Tyra commented on how long (Y/N) had been on the forge. (Y/N) said that he wanted his armour to be perfect and that he had high standards since he was a blacksmith.
They arrived at the canteen, and it was bustling with Iron Legion Knights, officers, and footmen. There was a wide selection of meats and fish as well as wine for drink as well. Tyra grabbed some fish and pork, and (Y/N) grabbed some chicken and fish. They sat down on a bench together. (Y/N) noticed that no one sat next to any of them.
"If you're wondering why no one sits next to us, that's why." Tyra pointed to Sheerguard, almost drunk with a Lawbringer and Conqueror who looked a bit fed up.
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"Sheerguard is the commander's 2nd. Thus, everyone wants to sit with him." Tyra said. (Y/N) noticed him lauding over everyone's attention. Surely he can't be a good fighter?
