Hark was preparing to go out for a few drinks when he heard the familiar sound of an explosion. Hark stepped out of his hovel to see flaming wood splinters flying through the air, and a short distance away the wall breached. Hark ducked as a large piece of burning wood flew through the air - landing on the roof of his hovel. It was mere seconds before the hovel began to take to the fire. Hark quickly made his way in, heading straight for the chest in the corner. He pulled the key off his neck and quickly removed the lock from the chest. The room was already beginning to fill with smoke. He threw open the chest and hesitated for a moment. Tarnished silver. A large silver kite shield, a silver broadsword and a fuil suit of regal silver dragon armor.
By the time Hark managed to don his armor his hovel was completely alight, pieces of crumbling wood and ash falling from the ceiling, and the room cast in a harsh orange light. Even the door was on fire. The heat was oppressive, although, strangely, it didn't hurt. The heavy shield in his left hand had a stlyized scale on it, to symbolize balance and justice. In his right hand he held a tarnished silver broadsword.
The frame around the door had begun to warp, and the best option to open the door was a swift kick from his armored boot. The wooden door simply crumbled under the weight of a silver clad foot bursting through the door. Hark walked out through the embers, his faded crimson cape catching the air movement from the fire. Hark took a few more steps forward only to hear his hovel collapse behind him, nothing left but a few nails and ash.
Hark looked to his right, the bandits already beginning to pour through the breached wall. Hark began sprinting towards the opening. This is what he was trained for in the Silver Dragon Knights, fighting in tight spaces as shock troops or as defenders of a breach.
"Gods Dammit" Hark muttered, this was the second time he'd lost everything he had come to call familiar. Am I destined to wander forever? Hark thought before colliding full speed with one of the first bandits through the wall, bringing the shield up and smashing him in the chin. There was a sickening crunch as the bandit lost several teeth and received a shattered jaw. As he recovered, his axe in his hand, Hark brought the sword through the bandit's sternum, quickly withdrawing it as the bandit crumbled forward.
Hark brought his shield over his chest and quickly brought the butt of his broadsword into the shield, a loud metallic clang would have been heard from quite a distance.