Forming of a Battalion
It was all quiet in the kings chamber after he spoke of allowing a mercenary army to go and fight along the salve and into Morytania with the advisor to stunned to make any arguments and the lone adventure fresh from Morytania and explaining to the king what had happen.
At the center of the room an adventure stood he was 5'10 wearing rune armor, a dragon scimitar sheathed on his left side, a poisoned dragon dagger on his side also a obsidian cape along his back and a kite shield hanging on his back to be drawn . He had black hair, and unnatural red eyes that seemed to cut straight into a person's soul. This man had seen action in the wild, served with Zamorak's follows at castle wars, and seen countless horrors on quests he had embarked on in his life.
"Sire, are you sure this is the right course of action, I mean its still very risky especially for those that involve themselves in this mess." Said the Man
"Yes, maybe they can bring order to this and defend our lands adventure." Spoke the King.
"I would like to see you on the lines adventurer you seem to understand this the most of anyone I could send." He said after a moments thought.
"I am sorry my liege, but I have things to do in other lands and places to see. I cannot be involved in a war like this." The man answered.
"Very well, but if you change your mind come see me again Mr…?"
"Striker."
"Yes, Mr. Striker come see me again if you decide to take me up on my offer."
"Yes, my liege." And with that the man, known as Striker turned and left the king of Varrock's chambers.
Outside of the castle Striker paused to overlook the fountain and think about what got his to this place, all he had done from slaying Delrith, and finally the death of his family at a young age to bandits the very thing that had driven him to becoming a loner. Also people always seemed to fear him because of his eyes and general appearance. He watched the young children aspiring to be knights play in the town and people go about there lives never knowing the dangers so close by at all times. With that he walked to the Blue Moon Inn as the sun began to set.
"Bartender, give me another round!" Striker hollered over the people.
"I think you've had enough." The bartender answered.
"I've only had 6!"
"Exactly I'll be amazed if you can make it to the room u rented."
"Whatever, freaking old man" he muttered as he went to his room.
After stumbling into the room removing his armor and putting a dagger under his pillow he finally allowed the darkness of sleep to overtake him.
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