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First Impression: Okay...this was an interesting little prologue here. It wasn't necessarily the most exciting but there's enough going on here that you do find yourself wanting especially when you notice the title as well. Its a very interesting little piece here.
Anyway let's get right to it,
It was the year 567 A.C. , Sir Cameron Strife was standing outside his tent and looked over the hill that towered over his army. Hands behind his back, a stern look on his aging face as he just watched the soldiers scurry about their duties. Soldiers. He scoffed at the word, these men were hardly soldiers. They were country men, stable boys, and criminals that had no choice when they had to answer the call to battle.
Well that's doesn't appear to be a particularly high opinion there. Its a very interesting note to start on. It appears we have ourselves perhaps a decorated and experienced officer, perhaps in the middle of a bit of a sudden war faced with an army filled with new recruits. Its a really interesting image to create upfront here.
Shaking his head, he turned back into his tent and looked around. It was lavish of course, being a Knight had it’s perks. It was big, warm, comfortable. He had a mahogany desk that was littered with maps and other papers, a large bed lined with the warmest furs, a wooden manikin that held his plate armor while he just wore his simple chain mail.
That's a nice little description there. Immediately establishing the sort of status this person has is quite nice cause you immediately just know a lot more about what they are like from that description alone. Its a nice little start that you've got going here.
Next to his bed leaning against it was his sword, every faithfully present. Sighing he took it into his hand and unsheathed it, pressing his hand against the cool metal of the blade, a blade he taken to many battles, a blade that held it's own story, a story that will be forever untold. He sat down on his bed and looked at the shining metal closely, there were inscriptions on the sword, three to be exact. They were simple words, but words that held a deeper meaning to a Knight than to any other man. Cameron lived by all of them, but the three on his sword were the ones that a Knight must take to heart and keep close to him.
Hmm, this is an interesting little memento to focus on there, it gives the whole backstory of this person just a bit more life and as someone who loves these types of weapons having one with a bit of a history is always awesome to see.
Faith; keep this in your heart it will keep you safe. Justice; a soldier does not know the meaning of this word but a knight lives and breathes by this word this is what keeps him fighting. And Truth; a Knight fights for the meaning of truth, it goes hand in hand with Justice.
Cameron sighed deeply as he sheathed his sword again and leaned it against his bed. He ran his hand over his face, he was getting too old to be fighting wars. He was nearing his fifty third birthday, he should be retired by now, but the King had other plans.
Oooh, I'm really loving the message in that sword there. It appears this Cameron here at least seems to believe in fairly good things although of course we can't really judge what sort of person he is based on simply that. We haven't seen him interact with anyone after all. The passage that follows is interesting though. It looks like perhaps some kind of more unexpected war there cause he appears to be on the battlefield on order of the king despite being past the age of retirement, which speaks to both how good he is and perhaps a bit of desperation or maybe cruelty on the side of the king or perhaps even a lack of actually good soldiers.
Reaching into his chain mail he pulled out a smooth green stone that was given to him nearly thirty five years ago by a man that was braver than anyone he had met. Nicodemus. His master, his best friend, and father figure. The man that took him from his village as a boy and made him into the man he was today, and for doing that Cameron couldn't ever thank him enough for what Nicodemus did for him.
Cameron ran his thumb over the stone as he lost himself in the memories of his time as a young man, the adventures, the people he met, the connections he made. A small smiled came upon his face as he thought about them, starting with the day he first met Nicodemus.
Oooh and we're ending things off with a nod to some sort of stone that looks to either be a bit of a random memento or potentially even some kind of magical thing that could be important to the plot. Either way that's a very interesting thing to bring up right at the end of this prologue. It makes for a decent ending here.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall, this was a pretty decent prologue I think. There was enough detail to really pain quite the picture here for our character, but not too much that it got info dumpy and there's enough to form a bit of a hook too. I certainly find myself wanting to read more here.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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