The Slime and the Crusader

The Battle of Arsuf on the seventh day of September the Year of our Lord 1191 was a long and hard fought battle. We were outnumbered nearly three to one when the enemy charged. I stood beside my master, Garnier de Nablus, as we continued to fight the Ayyubid Calvary that tried desperately to break our ranks with their skirmishers and horse archers. The army continued to advance, keeping the Ayyubids at bay, but our crossbow men were hounded as the fires and marched backwards until they broke. Garnier pleaded with the King to charge the enemy but Richard was adamant to hold until the perfect opportunity arose. Refusing to wait any longer my master cried out "St. George!" and ordered a full charge. And all the knights and soldiers of the Knights Hospitaller charged. This compelled Richard to order a full charge and thus we turned the Ayyubids charge into a rout and the battle was won. It was unfortunate that I was unable to survive. Now my body is broken, my armor spent, my shield warped, and my sword dulled. Yet this place I find myself seems different then the hot, dry desert I fell in. There are trees and grass like that of home. And as I lay there I see a large wolf, like creature with a horn and people with green skin. Curious.

I am Baldwin Carron. And this is the start of my new life in this new world.