Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 15:30:00 GMT -5
His horse whinnied as he stopped on the green hill. He stroked his horse and looked up into the distance. Between the trees and grass covered sloped, the peaks of Vanderhall rose high above. It was a sight unlike any for Noah. It seemed almost magical to him that men could build such castles of stone and wood. Then again, these lands were blessed by the gods and their devotion might have swayed the gods to grant them the knowledge needed for such undertakings. He looked down at his leather tunic and touched the little white rose that was pinned to his chest. It was a few days old, yet it was still looking like it had been plucked just now. There was a strange strength in the white roses of Vall and perhaps it was because of this that his ancestors made it their symbol..
Slowly he rode his horse down the path towards the great hold, eventually reaching the city walls. He jumped of his horse as it seemed inappropriate to travel the city on horseback. With the reins of his horse in one hand he approached the gates, leading the white horse slowly. A guard, looking at him rather suspicious, approached him. Perhaps it was because he was not carrying any trading goods and was carrying a particularly irregular sword, the guard stopped him.
"What is your business in Vanderhall?" he said with a snarling tone.
Noah looked up at the man and smiled
"I've come to your city to spend a few nights. If all goes well, I'll be on my way to the capital in a few days." He said calmly.
The guard looked at his colleague, who was smiling from ear to ear, showing his coloured teeth. The guard turned back to Noah and pointed his finger at his chest.
"And where are you and your lovely little flower staying, if I may ask?" he asked
Noah smiled, looking around him before pointing at the castle.
"My father has arranged for me to stay in our liege's castle."
The guard's smile dissapeared completely and made way for an uncomfortable expression. Noah felt like he had offended the man, but he bend forward and whispered in the man's ear. "My father is the baron of Vallkars." he stood up and winked at the guard. "But there's no need to worry." He smiled and lead his horse passed the guard, who was standing as if he was frozen.
It took him quite some time to reach the castle, he had frequently lost his way and the sheer amount of people made his head go dizzy. But he had reached the courtyard of the castle. As he was looking around for anything that resembled stables a man in an impressive tunic approached him. It was a little old man, but he paced down the courtyard like an old man.
"May I help you?" He asked indignantly
Noah looked up, quite surprised by the little man.
"I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure where the stables are located."
The old man looked even more surprised than Noah, trying to find the proper response while stepping around in his place.
"Yes.. Yes, I can see that." He finally said "But, what are you doing in my lord's courtyard?"
Noah finally realized that it would be wise to identify himself. Actually, he felt quite embarrassed and awkward at the same time.
"Oh, I'm sorry my good man. My name is Noah Vallkars. My father, Baron of Vall, had arranged for my stay here."
The little man finally seemed to calm down. With a sudden chirpy mood he clapped his hands and gestured to another man to come his way.
"Of course, Lord Noah. I'll have your horse well taken care off." He said as he pointed at the white horse.
Noah pulled the reins towards him and stared into the eyes of his horse before speaking with a strange accent. "Rasta, me Dorron.. Rasta." Then he handed the reins of the horse to the servant and followed the old man into the castle.
After the man had shown him his room he decided to spend some time walking around the mighty castle. The castle itself was probably already much larger than his own hometown and the halls reached higher than anything he had seen. He was so taken by the architecture and the splendor of it all that he found himself lost. He paced around the halls, back and forth, but could not find the way back. Eventually he decided to sit down on a bench, watching the servants go by. He felt strangely out of place in his leather tunic, which made him look like all the other folk that lived in the city. It was only for the little white rose or the strangely elegant sword that one might identify him as a man of noble birth. The servants looked at him strangely because of it, but he dared not ask these busy people to help him find the way outside. After all, they were all in such a hurry.
@anneliesevann Everett Price
Slowly he rode his horse down the path towards the great hold, eventually reaching the city walls. He jumped of his horse as it seemed inappropriate to travel the city on horseback. With the reins of his horse in one hand he approached the gates, leading the white horse slowly. A guard, looking at him rather suspicious, approached him. Perhaps it was because he was not carrying any trading goods and was carrying a particularly irregular sword, the guard stopped him.
"What is your business in Vanderhall?" he said with a snarling tone.
Noah looked up at the man and smiled
"I've come to your city to spend a few nights. If all goes well, I'll be on my way to the capital in a few days." He said calmly.
The guard looked at his colleague, who was smiling from ear to ear, showing his coloured teeth. The guard turned back to Noah and pointed his finger at his chest.
"And where are you and your lovely little flower staying, if I may ask?" he asked
Noah smiled, looking around him before pointing at the castle.
"My father has arranged for me to stay in our liege's castle."
The guard's smile dissapeared completely and made way for an uncomfortable expression. Noah felt like he had offended the man, but he bend forward and whispered in the man's ear. "My father is the baron of Vallkars." he stood up and winked at the guard. "But there's no need to worry." He smiled and lead his horse passed the guard, who was standing as if he was frozen.
It took him quite some time to reach the castle, he had frequently lost his way and the sheer amount of people made his head go dizzy. But he had reached the courtyard of the castle. As he was looking around for anything that resembled stables a man in an impressive tunic approached him. It was a little old man, but he paced down the courtyard like an old man.
"May I help you?" He asked indignantly
Noah looked up, quite surprised by the little man.
"I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure where the stables are located."
The old man looked even more surprised than Noah, trying to find the proper response while stepping around in his place.
"Yes.. Yes, I can see that." He finally said "But, what are you doing in my lord's courtyard?"
Noah finally realized that it would be wise to identify himself. Actually, he felt quite embarrassed and awkward at the same time.
"Oh, I'm sorry my good man. My name is Noah Vallkars. My father, Baron of Vall, had arranged for my stay here."
The little man finally seemed to calm down. With a sudden chirpy mood he clapped his hands and gestured to another man to come his way.
"Of course, Lord Noah. I'll have your horse well taken care off." He said as he pointed at the white horse.
Noah pulled the reins towards him and stared into the eyes of his horse before speaking with a strange accent. "Rasta, me Dorron.. Rasta." Then he handed the reins of the horse to the servant and followed the old man into the castle.
After the man had shown him his room he decided to spend some time walking around the mighty castle. The castle itself was probably already much larger than his own hometown and the halls reached higher than anything he had seen. He was so taken by the architecture and the splendor of it all that he found himself lost. He paced around the halls, back and forth, but could not find the way back. Eventually he decided to sit down on a bench, watching the servants go by. He felt strangely out of place in his leather tunic, which made him look like all the other folk that lived in the city. It was only for the little white rose or the strangely elegant sword that one might identify him as a man of noble birth. The servants looked at him strangely because of it, but he dared not ask these busy people to help him find the way outside. After all, they were all in such a hurry.
@anneliesevann Everett Price