He had been traveling for weeks now, having barely escaped the destruction of his kingdom, and his great army. One could hardly tell what a great man he had once been, as he hid in the leather armor and tunic of a common warrior. All of the other nobles were dead, having been executed by the mobs of angry peasants. He had a hard, weather face which had seen man campaigns with is men. Four days of stubble covered his broad chin. His fine, noble nose had been broken during the last battle and was still healing. His muscular body was covered in half-healed scars from the weapons of his enemies. On his back was a two handed sword with a hilt wrapped in snake skin.
The land he traveled through was hill country. Farms were cut into the sides of hills, while other hills bore herds of sheep. The people were quit, and hard working. They avoided him as he passed, sending their children into their huts and cottages. They wore simple, home spun tunics and sandels, and little else. The summer summer was coming down now, glistening on the bald heads of the men. He wondered why they shaved them, for they all seemed to have done so.
In the distance he could see a stone walled palace rising up out of the hills. His practiced eyes moved along the towers and ramparts, estimating what it would take to breach them. He decided it would be a costly battle indeed. As he got closer to the castle there were banners along the road and more travelers. They parted for him, allowing him to pass. None of them seemed to like the look of the scarred, dirty warrior.
The land he traveled through was hill country. Farms were cut into the sides of hills, while other hills bore herds of sheep. The people were quit, and hard working. They avoided him as he passed, sending their children into their huts and cottages. They wore simple, home spun tunics and sandels, and little else. The summer summer was coming down now, glistening on the bald heads of the men. He wondered why they shaved them, for they all seemed to have done so.
In the distance he could see a stone walled palace rising up out of the hills. His practiced eyes moved along the towers and ramparts, estimating what it would take to breach them. He decided it would be a costly battle indeed. As he got closer to the castle there were banners along the road and more travelers. They parted for him, allowing him to pass. None of them seemed to like the look of the scarred, dirty warrior.