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It has been five years after Duncan Hayle was knighted.
He is eighteen now, a man years over in the eyes of Candegron. Though the border skirmishes continue, there was never another concerted attack from the wildlands to the west. It would seem that all was quiet on the western front, for now. King Candegron continued to push their borders outward, aggressively establishing new settlements and fighting the weaker armies of the self proclaimed kings of the land. Hayle and Rosa were married at seventeen in Hillview, a small village that they moved to after he was knighted.
As a knight, he was sent to the village at the northern border of Candegron. It had noticed an increase in sentient beast attacks over the past several years. It was also important as a strategic location, as it existed quite close to the southern border of the Kingdom of Seris.
He had learned to read and write, a privilege not many had access to. His wife learned alongside him. The two of them had found themselves growing together. She had become the apprentice to the local smith, and he had become a champion to the locals. They together made names for themselves in their own rights.
Through their deeds, they were respected. Hayle had repeatedly repelled the vicious attacks by the creatures who attacked seemingly for food. He and the men who followed him were hailed by few as heroes, yet were recognized as a force for good. On their few incursions to the local pub after a hard fought battle, they chanted the names of those dead in song and left feeling stronger in their bond to each other.
Rosa, on the other hand, was nearly a full smithy. She had been keeping her husband’s armour and sword repaired on her own for at least a year now. She was not a waif of a lass, but a sturdy oaken woman now. Recently she had been experimenting with rare metals she managed to pry from the grubbly fingers of travelling merchants. Yet the metal she found most interesting was copper. Hayle tried asking her about the fascination but she just told him she didn’t know herself, that there was something about it she couldn’t explain.
Today, the scouts had reported an approach of soldiers from the Kingdom of Seris. The men were rapidly roused from their bunks as Hayle donned his armour and mounted up. The warcamp was awake and moving barely ten minutes after the message had arrived. He checked to make sure he had his longsword, and found it sheathed at his side, where it should be. Rosa patted him on the leg before giving him a beaming smile.
“You come back safe ye big lump!”
“You know I will!” He said, grinning back down at her before riding out of the stables to his assembled men. “Let’s go! I don’t want to be late to this!” he yelled over the din of grouped up soldiers before stuffing his head into his helmet.
Within minutes he was outside the warcamp, leading his division of soldiers to the field of battle.
“Everyone get in position! They come from the North!” he bellowed.
The thunder of hooves became audible in the distance, beyond the horizon. That was abnormal, usually they did not bring such a number of horses on attacks. Perhaps they had pulled resources from another border, but that would leave them open to one of the other kingdoms. Hayle paused to think for a moment before raising one hand above his head.
“Archers! Nock!” he shouted.
He is eighteen now, a man years over in the eyes of Candegron. Though the border skirmishes continue, there was never another concerted attack from the wildlands to the west. It would seem that all was quiet on the western front, for now. King Candegron continued to push their borders outward, aggressively establishing new settlements and fighting the weaker armies of the self proclaimed kings of the land. Hayle and Rosa were married at seventeen in Hillview, a small village that they moved to after he was knighted.
As a knight, he was sent to the village at the northern border of Candegron. It had noticed an increase in sentient beast attacks over the past several years. It was also important as a strategic location, as it existed quite close to the southern border of the Kingdom of Seris.
He had learned to read and write, a privilege not many had access to. His wife learned alongside him. The two of them had found themselves growing together. She had become the apprentice to the local smith, and he had become a champion to the locals. They together made names for themselves in their own rights.
Through their deeds, they were respected. Hayle had repeatedly repelled the vicious attacks by the creatures who attacked seemingly for food. He and the men who followed him were hailed by few as heroes, yet were recognized as a force for good. On their few incursions to the local pub after a hard fought battle, they chanted the names of those dead in song and left feeling stronger in their bond to each other.
Rosa, on the other hand, was nearly a full smithy. She had been keeping her husband’s armour and sword repaired on her own for at least a year now. She was not a waif of a lass, but a sturdy oaken woman now. Recently she had been experimenting with rare metals she managed to pry from the grubbly fingers of travelling merchants. Yet the metal she found most interesting was copper. Hayle tried asking her about the fascination but she just told him she didn’t know herself, that there was something about it she couldn’t explain.
Today, the scouts had reported an approach of soldiers from the Kingdom of Seris. The men were rapidly roused from their bunks as Hayle donned his armour and mounted up. The warcamp was awake and moving barely ten minutes after the message had arrived. He checked to make sure he had his longsword, and found it sheathed at his side, where it should be. Rosa patted him on the leg before giving him a beaming smile.
“You come back safe ye big lump!”
“You know I will!” He said, grinning back down at her before riding out of the stables to his assembled men. “Let’s go! I don’t want to be late to this!” he yelled over the din of grouped up soldiers before stuffing his head into his helmet.
Within minutes he was outside the warcamp, leading his division of soldiers to the field of battle.
“Everyone get in position! They come from the North!” he bellowed.
The thunder of hooves became audible in the distance, beyond the horizon. That was abnormal, usually they did not bring such a number of horses on attacks. Perhaps they had pulled resources from another border, but that would leave them open to one of the other kingdoms. Hayle paused to think for a moment before raising one hand above his head.
“Archers! Nock!” he shouted.