AN: So I've taken it upon myself to make some fanfic for this, I've noticed there's a huge lack of stories for For Honor, which, even though the game has only been out for not even a full week, there aren't any stories really in the making. I personally am already addicted to playing the game, love the Warden, Lawbringer, Raider, Warlord, Conqueror, and a couple others. But I kinda felt a bit empty after the Knight campaign, this will be my own version of For Honor, WARNING, Spoilers will be given throughout this story, but not many, except that I'll be changing the story a lot throughout this, IF this story get's somewhat noticed. RR please. Disclaimer, all rights go to Ubisoft.
(Backstory)
Before the current events, the world's most powerful factions were much different. The Knights of the Iron Legions were unconquerable, highly disciplined warriors who valued peace, freedom and followed the laws of chivalry. The Samurai of the Dawn Empire were unmatched in battle; fearless, disciplined, and skilled warriors, all raising their banners in service of their vast Empire. Then the Tribes of the North, the Vikings, used to roll in the loot they obtained from their almost daily raids on cities and village. The ferocious tribes once even had their own central government, all the Jarls knelt to the High Chieftain, all used their individual strengths to turn any undisciplined army of barbarians into a tactical, strategic and bloodthirsty powerhouse.
But after a great cataclysmic shift changed the world, the very Earth beneath them, everything changed. The three, once mighty factions, fought in a constant struggle for survival, fighting for any sources of shelter, food or water, usually ending with fields of gruesome, fallen soldiers, fighting for blind goals. But after so much agonizing fighting and struggle, they all found places to call home, rebuild their homes and governments, and reinstate peace.
It took the Iron Legion what seemed like decades to just to make their borders, build their castles and fortresses, and somewhat pick up the pieces to their shattered legions; even longer to get their people acquainted and used to a newfound sense of peace in Ashfield...despite that they were now a shadow of their former selves.
The samurai had been forced to leave their original, now destroyed home...after much hardship, misery, grievance and death, the Dawn Empire; also a shattered reflection of it's former glory, settled it's new home of the Myre, a tropical jungle surrounded by swamplands. But now, the different families plot against each other with every turn.
The viking tribes, however, never were the same after their home was destroyed, the tribes would constantly fight each other for dominance, land, or supplies to ensure their survival; until one tribe stepped in for a short while to end the bloodshed, the Warborn Tribe; this tribe was the oldest of them, now, it was the center of their limited government. They weren't unified still, but if any of the smaller tribes started causing trouble, the Warborn marched their own soldiers to the gates and put an end to it, before blood could be spilled. But rivals to the Warborn threatened this even now.
Now, in Ashfield, something has drastically changed, the legions were going missing, a new name had risen from the depths; the Blackstones. Fortresses were being abandoned, and viking raids were going unchecked.
A small Blackstone army, led by Holden Cross, marched upon a castle, held by a lord-turned-mercenary, Hervis Daubeny, in a final attempt to gain another fortress flying the Blactstone banners.
"I...am a Warden…a member…of an ancient Order...it's origin, lost to history. We take an oath to uphold order, defend the weak, and fight for peace. Driven by duty and devotion to our people...but only a few may join the order...or as it used to be."
"The order takes in more knights than before, only because we're so spread thin, that the Wardens were on the verge of being disbanded, now there's double number the wardens than there used to be."
"I used to serve a petty Lord, Hervis Daubeny, along with another warden, he and I stood together as the only official wardens stationed in this castle. Daubeny was awful at recruitment after he got us, gaining only four conquerors, no peacekeepers nor lawbringers, ten captains, four dozen dozen men-at-arms, only thirty archers, and two catapults."
"Since we were never attacked, he became lazy and didn't bother attempting to recruit anymore soldiers; but currently, there WAS no one to recruit, it was rare even to see other garrisons' patrols. But we noticed too late, as a small army of Blackstones were at our gate."
"My name, is Jacklyn, my last name unknown, knight of the Warden order, and this is my tale of how I learned...I served the wrong Warlord."
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A man in plated, chainmail, and leather armor peered over the wall, helmet already on his head, metal sculpted, eagle wings attached to the rear sides of it.
"Damn." he growled, seeing the army of Blackstone soldiers marching ever closer to the castle.
A single conqueror walked to his side, taking a step back at how the Blackstones outnumbered their garrison vastly.
Once the Blackstones were only several yards away from the gates, a man stepped forth, huge in size due to his heavily plated suit of armor, a large halberd in hand. A warden, armor painted in dark orange and black designs stood at his side.
They were currently being pelted with flaming boulders from the Blackstone catapults, their castle was older than others, and maintenance was lacking, thus, the artillery fire was already breaking it apart.
"COME OUT! DAUBENY! It Doesn't have to be this way!" the lawbringer yelled to the man atop the wall, a ladder was carried to the wall before being set to climb up the castle.
Daubeny looked to the conqueror beside him. "Keep them off the wall!" he ordered the man as a few men-at-arms stood at the wall, their archers trying to keep the Blackstones back.
The lawbringer outside sighed, a soldier offered him his helmet, which he grasped and placed atop his bald head. "Break it down!" he ordered, the warden stepped to the men working the ram.
"Break it down!" he growled, the crew began pushing the ram towards the wall.
There was only one catapult remaining on the castle, the other was knocked over and blocked off a section of the wall, where Blackstone archers were beginning to climb upon.
The ladder that had first been set up fell over, the soldiers climbing cried out as they went down with it.
A lone warden stood below Daubeny's command post, light, teal and white paint signifying her allegiance to Hervis. A plain helmet, no wings or anything fancy, same with the rest of the warden's armor, a skirt of hard leather wrapped around their waist, plated gauntlets, pauldrons, little armor on the legs; the rest was only chainmail, and then all was mainly covered by the white and blue tabard.
A raven black, ponytail trailed out behind the back of the helmet; the warden's smaller frame signified that this individual knight was a woman. She looked over and saw their soldiers on the left wall being overrun.
"I've gotta get to the wall!" she growled, running through the ongoing battle. She flew down a flight of wooden stairs as she made her way to the other wall. When she finally made it down, two Blackstone captains were already waiting for her, she growled, preparing to draw her sword-; suddenly, a boulder struck the area of the wall next to them, sending them to the ground.
When she stood back up, the two their swords drawn, but to her luck, an arrow sank it's way into one's helmet, leaving her to deal with the other.
He could tell that she was a woman, making the captain cocky. He sent a heavy attack to her right, but was sent spinning back as the strike was blocked and parried. He cocked his helmeted head, observing this warden's stance.
When he prepared to attack again, his blow was stopped by a shoulder bash from a large pauldron, he was disorientated and felt his back his the stone wall behind him, but was too late to stop the warden from disembodying his head from his shoulders. The captain's lifeless collapsed to the ground, blood falling from his sliced neck.
She sighed, continuing her way to the side where their soldiers were dying. She clambered down the rubble of the collapsed section of the wall, before climbing the stone stairs to the other side.
The only captain standing received a sword through his gut as one of the Blackstones stood over him. She readied herself, before two more of their captains appeared onto the wall. She was almost surrounded by them, but not for long as she sensed someone presence next to her.
She looked left and another warden wearing the same colors as she was, bar the minor differences in his armor, more armoring on the upper body, larger pauldrons, and a skirt of chainmail wrapped around his waist. His helmet was identical to hers, just a tiny bit larger.
He growled, his sword already pointed to the captains.
"Allow me to even the odds." he chuckled, making the first move. He jumped a bit forward, shoulder bashed one captain and blocking an attack from another. The female warden prevented the third captain from flanking her ally.
She blocked his strike, her longsword resting on her left arm as the tip was pointed to the captain. The male warden impaled the first captain on his longsword, and threw the Blackstone's body at the other one. The captain wasn't ready to need to throw the body off of him; when the corpse fell down, the warden's longsword sank into his throat, right under his helmet.
The woman was making the captain think he had the upper hand, until finally, he raised his sword to deliver a heavy blow, when her sword buried it's way through his entire torso, blood already trailing from the wound. He fell dead along with his comrades. Soon, four of Daubeny's captains arrived to take their place. They stepped away from the wall to finally talk.
"Thanks for the assist, Tristan." she nodded gratefully, which he returned.
"Of course-" a volley of Blackstone arrows dropped a couple of their men-at-arms.
"We've gotta take care of those archers!" she growled, they both began sprinting towards the wall the enemy archers were firing from. When they arrived, a conqueror stood between them and the archers.
"I've got this, Jacklyn! Go!" He forced the lone fighter to focus on him as he sent a few light attacks, all struck the shield.
Jacklyn ran past them and sighed as she realized their archers had been killed. She began killing their archers left and right, they tried to fight, but as archers, they were barely trained with their short swords; practically useless against a warden's longsword. They were soon out of the way; up ahead, she could see Daubeny and a group of captains along with a single conqueror were surrounded my Blackstone men-at-arms and captains.
She looked back at Tristan, who was still fighting their conqueror, she knew Daubeny needed help. Sighing, she growled, striking a man-at-arm with her sword, using it like a hammer, the blade singing into his shoulder.
She struck left and right, killing men-at-arms until she had reached Daubeny. He pushed a captain to his knees and sliced his entire head off, laughing.
"Haha! That's how it's done!" he said in a cocky manner, not even worried about the archers ahead. She growled as she ran past him, they saw her and began firing arrows at her, she ducked down, noticing they were behind a catapult. She had a plan; using her sword, she cut the safety ropes holding the catapult from firing, the mechanism activated. The catapult shot forward, sending it and the archers off the wall.
When she was done, another boulder struck the fort, one of the towers collapsed, creating a gap, which men-at-arms' ran through.
"Through the breach!" the lawbringer yelled.
"Every soldier, to the ground level!" Daubeny ordered as he ran down. Jacklyn looked to where Tristan had been fighting, he was about to finish his opponent.
Tristan prepared to drive his sword through the conqueror, when the other man span around, and bashed his shield against the knight's helmeted head. Tristan was turned around completely; he stepped back, dazed, the conqueror used flail to strike across Tristan's back, leaving a bit of torn armor, some blood trailed down, and his tabard was torn greatly on the back side.
The warden growled, using the handle of his sword to swing back, and strike the ill-prepared soldier across the jaw. The conqueror stepped back, but not in time before Tristan threw him to the ground and used his blade to cut the man's head off.
He looked over and made what could be called eye contact with Jacklyn, but neither were able to fully know since their eyes were hidden behind helmets. But their moment was cut short as another flaming boulder struck the wall. It hit almost directly where Tristan had been standing, sending him, and part of the wall, down to the ground level.
"Tristan!" she yelled in shock before running down to find him.
She made her way down to the ground level, Daubeny and the rest of their garrison were holding the Blackstones back at the breach.
She quickly searched the rubble for her friend, until finally, she found him almost covered by wooden beams and some rubble. She groaned as she began heaving it all off of him, until he was finally uncovered.
She shook him a bit, he only groaned. He was alive, that was a good sign. She hoisted him up and helped him stand straight.
She heard him sigh, areas of his armor were painted in blood, some of it was his own.
"Just a normal day in Ashfield, huh?" he chuckled, causing her laugh.
"Yeah." she groaned under his weight, "Guess so." he looked at the breaking gate.
"The moment that opens, this battle's over." he said weakly, she just sighed, knowing he was right.
When they finally reached the skirmish at the breach, the gate was thrown open by the battering ram. The Blackstone army began entering the castle, Jacklyn knew they had lost the battle.
The Lawbringer was the first to step from the gate, men-at-arms charged him, he used his halberd to quickly strike one back, leaving him a bleeding corpse on the ground. He quickly blocked an attack, struck the man across the face, and drove the axe-head into the soldier's torso. He turned left and blocked another strike, pushed him, and struck right into the attacker's gut. When he turned around, he blocked yet another hopeless soldier's attack, and struck him right in the face with the staff of his halberd.
More prepared to attack him, but he was still.
"STOP!" he yelled, looking around the crowd.
"Daubeny! DAUBENY! SHOW YOURSELF!" he roared. The lord/mercenary stepped forth from the crowd finally.
They stared each other down, while they were busy, Jacklyn quickly took off Tristan's helmet to let him breathe finally. His toned facial features were finally visible. His face bore a neatly trimmed mustache and beard that connected around his mouth and chin; he had dark brown hair that was trimmed to point and curve at an angle in the front.
He was visibly in pain, but the only marks on his face were some minor bruises, and a thick layer of sweat covered his tanned skin.
To get some air finally, she removed her own helmet, revealing her young features and tied back, raven black hair. His dark green eyes met with her light brown-hazel eyes.
"These warriors don't have to die!" the lawbringer stated to Daubeny, who was focused intently on the larger man.
"Trial by combat! Right now!" he growled, Tristan now stood as he placed held his helmet in his right hand, his sword in the left. Jacklyn did the same now that her friend had some strength back now.
"What, fight you, Holden? That's not a trial. That's an execution." Daubeny said in a cocky manner.
Holden stepped closer, "Then fight my second!" he growled, letting the warden in orange and black paint step forth.
Daubeny looked back to Marshall. "You! You will be my second." Tristan was furious, not only was he injured and slower due to exhaustion and pain, but Daubeny was perfectly able to fight.
Tristan said nothing as he re-equipped his helmet and stepped forth. Jacklyn knew that in his current state, he couldn't win, but held back at the moment.
He readied himself, the Blackstone warden sent a quick strike, Tristan barely blocked in time, he groaned in pain as he knew he couldn't do this for long. When his opponent sent his next attack, Tristan collapsed under the power behind it, his strength faltering as the blow still shook him as he lay on the ground.
He weakly stood back up, readying himself again for the attacks. This time, when the warden swung to his right, Tristan ducked under the attack and slashed across his attacker's back, the other warden growled and struck him across the head with his hilt.
Tristan's attack had been light, only leaving a small cut in the chain, where as Marshall was already bleeding.
Tristan fell to his knee, exhaustion taking over his will. The Blackstone warden raised his sword to put an end to this fight.
When he dealt the attack, a different blade halted his own; everyone looked in shock to see that Jacklyn, with her helmet back on, had stepped into a duel.
"You'd interrupt a fair trial by combat?" Daubeny growled, staring holes through Jacklyn; even Hold was shocked.
"Explain yourself, Warden." Holden said a bit more calmly than Daubeny.
"This wasn't fair from the start! Tristan, this warden," she pointed to her friend, "Was and is still badly injured, he's also exhausted from he and I holding the wall from YOUR soldiers." Holden looked over Tristan, noticing that he had to almost use his own sword to stay on his feet.
"Daubeny you idiot, you'd senselessly put a weakened soldier into a duel? You're a truly worse leader than I had ever expected." Holden sighed, Daubeny growled.
"Fine! You, Jacklyn, shall take Tristan's place." he ordered, to which she sighed heavily.
"...Very well then..." she prepared herself, Tristan held her shoulder firmly, nodding before leaning next to her covered ear.
"Good luck." he wished her before stepping back and resting against the wall.
The opposing warden prepared for an attack, which she already noticed, preparing herself as well. He suddenly pulled back to strike at her from the right, but switched to the left to catch her by surprise; but to his shock, she had been ready, and blocked the strike as quickly as it had been dealt.
She shoved him back, this time, she caught him off guard by breaking through his defense with a shoulder bash and slashed at him across his torso. The metal plating on his torso did little to protect the area she struck, blood now trailed from the wound.
He made a desperate move to break her defense, he sent a heavy strike, but to his surprise, again she blocked it; he had put much strength behind that swing, yet she blocked it. She felt her arms go slightly numb, but ignored it and fought on. He freed his left hand from the hilt, as their swords pushed against each other, and punched her across her helmeted head, trying to stagger her. It worked.
She fell back a bit, giving him ground. He tripped her, forcing her to the ground; she got to her knees, but saw he was preparing to simply drive his blade into her skull.
When he brought the blade down, she rolled out of the way, and drew a light dagger from her waist, and drove it into the back of his knee.
He fell, howling in pain as her dagger cut into his leg, a burning sensation filling the area around his knee. He looked up into her eyes, seeing them through her helmet this close.
She reeled back a bit, before using her longsword to slice his head cleanly off his shoulders. The lifeless body fell to the ground and blood spilled from it quickly.
A howl of triumph came from Daubeny's soldiers. Holden handed his halberd to the soldier next to him and stepped close to Daubeny, who, in defence, grabbed the handle of his sword, only to be stopped by Holden.
"It will not do, for a knight of the Blackstone Legion to be defeated by a common mercenary." Holden growled. He reached forward and grabbed Daubeny's sword handle, the mercenary reluctantly held it, before giving up and letting Holden take it.
Much like Tristan's own blade, it was finely crafted, but Jacklyn's own sword was rough, beaten, poorly crafted, held together by leather straps and crude forging.
He looked to Tristan, he had seen what the other warden was capable of, both of these wardens had more skill and talent than most he had ever seen; he gestured the other warden over. They both now stood side-by-side.
"Kneel." Holden ordered them, they both removed and laid their helmets on the ground in front of them.
Jacklyn drove her blade into the dirt, and they both looked down. Holden threw his helmet to the ground and held Daubeny's blade at her left side.
"For valor in battle. For honor in service." he moved to her right, which was Tristan's left.
"I, Holden Cross raise you." he moved the blade to Tristan's right now.
"Rise, Knights of the Blackstone Legion." he offered his hand to Tristan, who took it and weakly rose to his feet, along with Jacklyn. They both placed their helmets back atop their heads.
He handed Jacklyn the blade, Daubeny's sword, and took hers from the ground. He looked back to Daubeny and dropped it at the other man's feet.
"We're finished here." Holden sighed, leaning down and grabbing his helmet from the ground, gesturing for them to all pull back.
Tristan and Janklyn were both shocked with what had just transpired; but still, they followed the lawbringer.
As they saw their old castle shrink as they went farther, Jacklyn leaned up a bit so they could talk.
"Well Tristan...a new chapter, no more standing idle in a dusty castle; now we're in a legion..." she sighed, some weight lifted from her for some reason, the opposite could be said for him.
"I guess...but who does this Legion serve? Any why didn't Holden either kill us or merge Daubeny's force into the army instead of just taking us in?" he asked, which she had no answers to.
"Tristan...where do you think this will take us?" she asked him, he shook his helmeted head.
"I don't know...but wherever it does...I'll be right beside you." he was smirking behind his helmet, as was she.
"And I'll be at yours." she sighed, a bit of her mind clearing.
This was the start of their adventure.
So, I've officially taken it upon myself to help get For Honor Fanfiction off the ground, hope it does somewhat well. So how'd I do? It was a complete shot in the dark with this one. I want it to do well, but I just don't know. Put some hours into making this chapter, so even A review will be good sign. Just tell me what's good and what needs to be changed or just what I need to maybe do to help the story.