Adventures in Eridell(temporary title)

            This is a prologue for a story I may or may not finish. WARNING: some explicit language is used, read at your own discretion.

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Andrus Raamus had just woken up and was preparing his armor when his father, Viscount Raamus, walked in. “Andrus, are you ready? The scouts are waiting for you outside.”

“Yes father, I'm as ready as I'll ever be.”

“Good, remember this is a scout and report mission only. So don't kill anyone, I don't want to start a war.”

“I've got it,” Andrus replied, anger starting to form in his voice. Before he could get any angrier, Andrus grabbed his sword and walked out of the room. His sword was simple, it was a golden, circular pommel with a blue circle in the middle. The grip was made of brown leather which was wrapped tightly around. The cross guard was a simple straight piece of metal and the blade was plain with a fuller down the middle. Andrus walked down the steps and met up with the scouts. “You know the plan m’lord?” Asked one of the scouts.

“Yeah, it's a scout and report mission only,” Replied Andrus. “But if things get hairy, don't hesitate to fight your way out.”

“Yes sir!” All the scouts yelled in unison. They all got on their horses and rode for about two hours until they reached the edge of the Blue Mountain.The Blue Mountain was called that because it had blue spots on it that glowed at night. It was surrounded by a river on the left and more mountains on the right, making it a perfect camp for an army. 

Wallas Barlom, Earl of Brightmarsh had the same idea. The mission was going smoothly, “I counted twenty thousand men and a thousand horses,” said one of the scouts, “if they attack Freyden, we could hold them out for a day, two at most” the scout continued.

“Then we have to make sure they don't march,” Replied Andrus. “We’ll attack at nightfall, take out the food tents and release the horses.”

“Yes sir,” The scouts said at the same time. They waited until the sun had hit the horizon and the blue on the Blue Mountain was glowing from the moonlight.

“Alright, we split up into groups of two, you two with me,” Andrus ordered pointing to the scouts in the back, “you other two will release the horses and hightail your way back.” The scouts nodded and embarked on their journeys. Andrus and his team easily slipped past the guards on patrol and found the food tents. “All right let's light the food on fire and get back to the mountain.” Everything was going smoothly when they started to hear yelling, it was the other scout team. 

“Go help the other team, I'll meet up when I'm done,” Andrus told his scout team. Andrus was about to go and help when he felt something cold touch the back of his neck. 

“Well what do we have here?” Asked someone behind him, “trying to burn town my food tents are you?” Andrus tried to turn around to see who it was. The man pushed a little harder with the tip of his blade discouraging any type of movement. “You can move when I tell you to.” Andrus could tell the man had a slight accent and his anunciacion of words had a slight feel of royalty. “So what should I do with you, Lord Andrus Raamus the fifth is it?” The man knew who he was, not good, “named after your father correct? Viscount Andrus Raamus the fourth. I always hated that man.” Andrus didn't say anything and was starting to become angry. “Well boy when I ask a question I expect an answer.”

“Yes” Andrus whispered through gritted teeth

“What?”

“Yes”

“What!?”

“YES!” Andrus got so angry that he screamed so loud that the other side of the camp probably heard him. The scream momentarily caught his captor off guard, he was about to get away when more guards seemingly came out of nowhere. Andrus was surrounded and he knew the only way out was through a fight. Andrus drew his sword, ready to take on the whole army if he had to when four of the soldiers surrounding him dropped to the floor. 

It was his scouts, they came to help. Andrus turned to see who his captor was, and when he saw him it all made sense. The anunciacion, the vocabulary, the accent, it was Earl Wallas Barlom. “Bring me their heads!” screamed the Earl. With that the fight commenced, Andrus was a natural with a sword so dispatching a few soldiers was nothing to him. He dodged thrusts and countered jabs, dispatching soldiers left and right.

His scouts, however, did not have as easy of a time, one of them had already been stabbed in the chest and was bleeding out. The other three were having a tough time on their own. “Go!” screamed one of the scouts.“We’ll hold them off.” Andrus noded and was about to make his escape when Earl Barlom charged at him with a sword. He dodged the sword but was hit with a shoulder tackle that knocked him over.

Andrus rolled to one side to avoid being stabbed and then to the other side to barely miss a stab again. Andrus was about to strike back when he noticed he didn't have his sword. While dodging another strike he saw his sword in the dirt a few feet away, it must've been knocked out of his hands when he fell. Andrus quickly grab some dirt and threw it at the Earl.

He got up and ran to his sword, just in time to block an attack from the Earl. Andrus, caught up in the moment, decided to take a counter attack and hit the earl in the shoulder with his sword. The Earl screamed in pain and blindly jabbed at Andrus, who easily blocked it. The Earl, seemingly angry now, attacked Andrus again,slicing at the side of his face. “AH!” Andrus screamed as blood dripped down his face. Andrus, being the hothead he is, started to fill with rage and threw three attacks at the Earl, each one striking a different part of his body. The Earl fell to his knees and dropped his sword. “Bring me their heads,” Andrus mocked

“fuck you,” the Earl replied.

“I will,” and with that Andrus did one clean sweeping motion across the neck of the Earl, cutting his head clean off. Andrus looked back to see one of his scouts running towards him. “The others are dead, we need to go.” Andrus and the scout ran to where they were keeping their horses, got on and rode back to Freyden without saying a word. About an hour into their ride Andrus had to ask, “why did the other scouts scream?”

The scout simply answered, “they got caught.” After that the rest of the way swept by in complete silence, with only the horses hooves making a sound. Andrus was greeted by his father, whose smile quickly turned to anger. “I said scout and report only!” The Viscount screamed when they got inside.

“I know”

“If you knew we wouldn't be having this conversation, who's dead?”

“Three scouts and…”

The Viscount sighed, “and?”

“Earl Wallas Barlom”

“Shit”

“Shit”

“After we bury your brothers body, ride to every town, city, and castle you can, if we are going to face the aftermath of this, we need all the soldiers we can get.” Andrus nodded and walked out. He was at the door when he turned back and said, "if it helps they barley have any food and no horses." 

"It helps," Viscount Raamus replied, still angry. They didn't speak of this for the rest of the day as they both got ready for the burying ceremony.

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