A Knight's Tale, part the first (OPEN)
Casimir growled, once more adjusting the lance he carried across his shoulders while he trudged along the roadside. His time here in Scara Brae had been less than good to him from the start, and now thrice damned goblins had waylaid him while he made camp and driven off his mount. He had tried to track them down, but his skills as a woodsman had failed him, and they had gotten away. Likely ate the horse and taken what items he had stashed on the saddle, which included his meager purse, and the bulk of his remaining food.
He had only killed three of them. This was not nearly sufficient succor for his loss.
Since then Casimir had trudged forward along the road to the city, having not slept but a meager nap on the roadside. He was hungry, thirsty, tired, and thoroughly irritated, carrying what remained of his possessions along with the three goblin heads he had taken, in case a bounty was offered for them. He would need the coin to get to Raiera, and to pay for food, wine, lodging, and hopefully companionship if any of the whores would deign to take a half-orc. He felt a drop of water hit his forehead and looked up.
Rain. How delightful.
"I fucking hate this country."