Post by The Light on Nov 14, 2012 0:48:13 GMT -5
The Shield was a punctual man. This was not a surprising quality, given his profession as a bodyguard, but it was certainly an important one. When The Coldeye needed him, he was there on time, his armor strapped across his broad shoulders and his shield attached firmly to his arm. Gerold Hightower certainly was very grateful to have a martially proficient man who he could trust, being short of both skill with the blade and men who wouldn’t accept a bribe. The Shield appreciated that.
He walked through the streets next to The Coldeye, his eyes scanning the crowd for possible enemies. Lord Hightower was preparing for war, and so wished to look over the defenses for His City. From gate to ballista to how the streets were organized, he wanted Oldtown to be prepared for a possible assault. He paid little heed to those around him, focused on The Open Main Gate in front of him, where people streamed through in droves, going about their own business. “This gate is weak, and more importantly, right next to a large amount of houses. This falls, and people will flee in droves. Get to increasing the residential areas nearer to The Water.” He addressed the man next to him, who nodded and walked off, heading to The Builder’s Guild.
The Shield had never been good at spotting people, his skill with his shield was enough for what he did, but nevertheless, he tried sifting through the crowd of people with his eyes, trying to look for assassins and potential foes. He squinted. His eyes couldn’t focus on one for more than a few seconds. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, than opened them. Still nothing. He continued to stare into the crowd for minutes, as The Coldeye spoke to his men. He blinked, and suddenly, he could see everyone. Not a man, woman, or child could not escape his gaze. And not only did he see them, he could see what they were going to do. He read their faces and eyes, and knew where they had come from, and where they were going. He smiled.
One man stood out from the crowd, a farmer pushing a cart. He wasn’t looking at The Coldeye directly, but his attention was directed toward him all the same. The Shield tensed under his armor. The man lifted up the cover of his wagon nonchalantly –
- And pulled out a loaded crossbow, loosing it in an instant. The Shield brought up his weapon in a blur, feeling the heavy impact of the bolt on his arm as he shoved Gerold Hightower behind him. The assassin abandoned his crossbow and ran straight at them. He drew a sword, his eyes narrowing. People ran away in all directions, screaming.
The man came at The Shield like a blur, his Longsword being handled like a twig, spinning and twisting it, hitting his armor more often than not. But The Shield had dealt with swordsmen before, time and time again. He knew how to beat them. He took his giant weapon and lifted it in front of him, moving it slightly to block pokes aimed at chinks in his armor, and began to slowly, inevitably push the man back, step by step. The Assassin continued to spin around like a devil, but his strikes kept hitting armor, where they did little to no damage. He tried to spin to the side, but The Shield was there first, keeping him off balance. Finally, The Assassin had gotten backed into a wall, his foot striking it. He had nowhere to run, and he knew it. The Bodyguard began to pummel the unarmored assailant with his Shield, the heavy weapon moving fast as a sword. Even as he sunk to his knees, The Assassin drew his knife in a swift and practiced movement and plunged it into his neck, killing himself instantly. The Shield frowned, turning and standing up to see that The Coldeye was unhurt. He took a deep breath, straightened his armor, and continued to look at the people entering The Gate. He Had Work To Do.
The Shield's Shield (lol) increases to Noteworthy.
The Shield's Observation increases to Apprentice.
He walked through the streets next to The Coldeye, his eyes scanning the crowd for possible enemies. Lord Hightower was preparing for war, and so wished to look over the defenses for His City. From gate to ballista to how the streets were organized, he wanted Oldtown to be prepared for a possible assault. He paid little heed to those around him, focused on The Open Main Gate in front of him, where people streamed through in droves, going about their own business. “This gate is weak, and more importantly, right next to a large amount of houses. This falls, and people will flee in droves. Get to increasing the residential areas nearer to The Water.” He addressed the man next to him, who nodded and walked off, heading to The Builder’s Guild.
The Shield had never been good at spotting people, his skill with his shield was enough for what he did, but nevertheless, he tried sifting through the crowd of people with his eyes, trying to look for assassins and potential foes. He squinted. His eyes couldn’t focus on one for more than a few seconds. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, than opened them. Still nothing. He continued to stare into the crowd for minutes, as The Coldeye spoke to his men. He blinked, and suddenly, he could see everyone. Not a man, woman, or child could not escape his gaze. And not only did he see them, he could see what they were going to do. He read their faces and eyes, and knew where they had come from, and where they were going. He smiled.
One man stood out from the crowd, a farmer pushing a cart. He wasn’t looking at The Coldeye directly, but his attention was directed toward him all the same. The Shield tensed under his armor. The man lifted up the cover of his wagon nonchalantly –
- And pulled out a loaded crossbow, loosing it in an instant. The Shield brought up his weapon in a blur, feeling the heavy impact of the bolt on his arm as he shoved Gerold Hightower behind him. The assassin abandoned his crossbow and ran straight at them. He drew a sword, his eyes narrowing. People ran away in all directions, screaming.
The man came at The Shield like a blur, his Longsword being handled like a twig, spinning and twisting it, hitting his armor more often than not. But The Shield had dealt with swordsmen before, time and time again. He knew how to beat them. He took his giant weapon and lifted it in front of him, moving it slightly to block pokes aimed at chinks in his armor, and began to slowly, inevitably push the man back, step by step. The Assassin continued to spin around like a devil, but his strikes kept hitting armor, where they did little to no damage. He tried to spin to the side, but The Shield was there first, keeping him off balance. Finally, The Assassin had gotten backed into a wall, his foot striking it. He had nowhere to run, and he knew it. The Bodyguard began to pummel the unarmored assailant with his Shield, the heavy weapon moving fast as a sword. Even as he sunk to his knees, The Assassin drew his knife in a swift and practiced movement and plunged it into his neck, killing himself instantly. The Shield frowned, turning and standing up to see that The Coldeye was unhurt. He took a deep breath, straightened his armor, and continued to look at the people entering The Gate. He Had Work To Do.
The Shield's Shield (lol) increases to Noteworthy.
The Shield's Observation increases to Apprentice.