crusaders blood
I stood in the hot sun for quite some time. i was getting restless. i had just come back from the over seas campaign against the assasins. yes it has happend. after years of peace and prosperity the crusaders had finally waged war against the assasins. i had seen so much death, and hell in moroc that i felt like stabing myself in the throat with my spear. i had seen hell, and lived to tell the tail.
i was origionally assigned to the 167th crusader pikeman division but after the gorey massacre in mjolner i was reassigned to the 306th crusader division. i dont know why they call it the crusader devision but they just do. i hadnt seen my home town of Einbroch in so many years. i forget the soft silky texture of my mothers hair. the smell of fresh pastrys that were allways fresh with the merchants. all i can remember is the last thing i killed, and the las time i sharpend my sword.
finally it was my turn to be processed. i walked up to the table and handed the nice lady my papers. she snatched them out of my hand like they were worth 600k. she stamped it and shouted "NEXT!" i jumped and slowly walked away. i boarded the ship and looked around. it was very confusing there were crusaders and knights all hussiling about every were. i took a wild gues and walked up to a knight with a blue symbol on his chest plate "excuse me? were is general tun?" i asked. the knight looked at me and shook his head smiling. knights. i hated um. they were the scum of the earth, they had no honor. i saw them in the moroc campaign they whould rape ladys who dared to venture out of there homes in the middle of the street. they whould even beat up old men and take there money! that broke one of the most valuable codes a crusader can live by "do not harm your enemys sister". i decided to take matters into my own hands. "excuse me i dont think you know who i am!" the knight looked at me. "i think i dont" i had to think quick. aha! "i am the great grandson of lord shwaltzwalt! i represent his 497th royal crusader battalion!" the knight's pupils grew big and he pointed to a spire in the center of the boat. "thank you carry on" i said. heh! not only were knights unhonorable but they were stupid!
after i reported to general tun i was assigned my breifing and a cabin. lucky me! i was one of the crusaders who whould embark on the next campaign to take the coastle citys of moroc. it whould probobly fail to. but if i had to die then i whould die along with all my other brothers who died in the name of the lord. i had allready seen hell's worst, and now there sending me back in. i have no problem with dying but it whould be good if i chould go back home and see my family again. maybe if im lucky id get to see katia again. katia. just saying her name reminded me of those awesome pancakes she whould make in the morning. i whould just hate to have this relationship break up because i never got to see her. it whould be a real shame.
i wake up from a short 30 minute sleep. i hadnt slept all night because i was to busy writing letters home. i took in a deep breath. something didnt smell right. i smelt artaficial fog. it was still dark out and the sun was barely creeping over the horizon. i went on deck to find every one looking into a huge patch of fog ahead. artificial fog. then i heard it.drums. war drums! i heard those drums before! thats a assasin asault drum! then out of the fog came a rouge war ship. damn! i didnt know the rouges were on the assasins side. this whould complicate matters. but i had more to worry about as they started blasting away at us. our bow was blown to peices by a heavy round. ropes flew aboard our ship and rouges began to take boarding action. a comander blew his whitsle, and what seemed like the whole pike division made a line in front of the border. fools! ive seen this tactic before they will be coming from behind us! its a trap. and sure enough, out of the water came about 30 asassins. the pike division turned around and charged at the asassins but the rouges were to quick. with a few quick stabs they were all dead.
after a hour of fending off the invaders the abandon ship whitsle pattern blew! no! i wasnt going to run and hide like a coward, and let my brothers die like i did in moroc. i let out a war cry and went head first into the invaders. i was probably crazy to do so. after hacking my way desperatly through what seemed like the devils army i felt something hard hit the back of my neck. then nothing but darkness. i had blacked out.