Thousands and thousands of warriors stood besides me. all but our king were in their armour of the ancient capital of Salvorg.
looking at the other side of the battlefield lay our neighbouring clan with their black banners that had a lion that looked to be roaring on top of a high golden mountain. They were holding their long shields which coverd them from their shoulders to their feet compared to our shields which are round and only had a shooting star in the middle.
From their long sheilds I could see their silver and heavy metal made armour, their kings armour looked the brightest of them all, followed by their captains armour which looked different from the rest. They all had spears and wore no helms.
I could sense the fear in the men around me, having heard all the terrible things about the enemy and their hard fought victories. The men's hearts grew sad when three nights ago our greatest captain of all time was poisoned, before a new one could be elected word came of the coming of the neighbouring clan.
chaos was the correct word for it, without our captain whom has helped us win ever war we had ever fought under him, with his bright and ever changing strategies. just two nights before the vrhon-noigh clan arrived at our gates. King Glear decided to lead us himself and offered a two gold lion coin increase for all who survived, and with that our blacksmiths started crafting sharp and light swords, spears and shields.
One day before they arrived my father a blacksmiths whose loved by most for his satisfactory works came to me holding in his hands: a knights armour, his most favoured sword and a helm.
he sat next to me and offered them to me saying "long have I waited for this moment son. now go make me proud" with a bright smile underneath his white bear that coverd his whole mouth and a big nose much like mine.
I spend the whole night exited and afraid, my father has been teaching me how to fight from the moment I started walking.
ahooooooo ahooooooooo ahooooooo from then I knew it had began, hearing the horns the whole army started moving forward, slowly, slowly and then .....
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Barbarians
FantasyJust a normal warrior who longs to be knighted. he shows his bravery and ambition when he is in the battlefield. With his bloodthirst hunger can he be able to overcome the challenges thrown at him?