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Hey guys, this is the first part of my story, about a young bretonnian knight, im thinking this will turn out to be the life history of my bretonnian duke, havent thought of a name yet though. so yeah this is it, my first attempt, any tips or anything would be great i didnt kno if orks had cannons, but they did at this battle heh heh heh...enjoy!
The knight steadied his horse with one hand, the other readied his lance. Arrows flew past his head. The sounds of fighting and war were being carried by the wind for miles. He could feel a single droplet of sweat running down his forehead, unable to wipe it away due to the bulky helmet. All around him men were dying, slain by arrows or blades, bludgeoned by hammers and the like. It was a strange atmosphere to be in, for this was the young knights first battle, a battle to test not only his skills at war, but also his wits and cunning.
The battlefield was its own little world. Kill or be killed, there was no room for error, there is no honor in retreat, the knight had to battle, and he had to survive. With a thunderous crash, a cannon ball smashed into the ground mere feet away from him. His horse leapt up onto it's hind legs. The knight struggled to keep it calm. Shaking away the ringing in his ears, he thought it was time to move, time to take action. The knight glanced around, to the west the Ork army had been contained, but to the north, Orkish re-enforcements were just arriving to join their war brothers.
The peasants on this side faltered in the presence of the tough, muscular size of the Orks. Not wasting any time, the knight took off to rally the men, for he was a knight, an honorable, chivalrous knight, and all below him were to follow his every command, or suffer much harsher penalties then they were just about to face. Time appeared to go much slower than normal as the knight charged towards the Orkish ranks. All around him lay the dead, bloodied corpses of friend and foe. Birds circled above, they knew it would be feeding time in a matter of hours. Swords clashed, bowstrings let loose arrow upon arrow, and the sound of bones being broken from the impact of cannonballs all stained his mind.
Then, in an instant, time snapped back into place, and the knight slammed through the ranks of the Orks, bones snapping under the rough hooves of his horse. Blood splattered his armour plates where his lance struck the chest of a very unfortunate Ork. Those Orks who weren't killed from the impact were quick to leap out of the way of the rampaging knight. Coming to a halt, the knight drew his sword, readying himself for the oncoming frenzy of the remaining Orks...
oh i really liked it i only really have one tip though, it could just be me but i didnt quite feel drawn in at the moment where he crashes into the frontline of the orks, like you know how you tried to describe time slowing down then its like "boom" it just suddenly goes back to normal in a frenzy of chaos and bloodshed. again maybe it could be me but i just couldnt quite seem to picture it in that scenario. Over all i enjoyed it a fine effort :yes:
I have to say it is a good story start. Try to come up with a name for this knight, as hard as I know that can be at times, I think it will help the overall feeling of the story. Great job mate!
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