Blood spectacularly bloody

As the morning doo slowly retreats into the ground over the rolling green fields and birds begin their songs

A Thunderstorm of bright emblems and colourful clothing turns green to mud everywhere it touches. Lances dance, poking and jabbing the sky as man and beast move rhythmically

" we're approaching where beastmen where been spotted" a man yells over the sound of a small herd of horses running

slowing on our approach to the general area so we don't get ambushed. losing even one man or horse to some beastman would be a devastating loss as both man and beast needs training.

Thinking of the area the only place that is in harms way would be a pitifully small logging town.

Heading there first then search is standard by now as luck would have it a group of 35 maybe 40 beastmen are attacking the small town. Noticing us they start to try to form a defensive line with they're crude spears and occasional shield directed by the only one with a sword that looks like a big clever than sword.

Father simply orders a charge we have no need to be told how to get in formation

if you have never experienced a cavalry charge the disorientation simply form the sound, have I mentioned it feels like they are shaking the earth( really I seen a small herd of horses lightly jogging ) knowing that is coming straight at you even well trained professionals would find it hard not to run hat to say nothing of this well, rabble.

Running in all directions hoping to escape their destiny we stay in formation numbering at 22 men lances out we crash into whatever's left of their line aiming my lance for the leader theirs a sickening crunch and splatter as my lance go's straight though his neck. He looks at me in realization before three more lances Pearce multiple places at once.

Knowing it was a good hit and knowing if I wanted my lance back I'll have to stop and pull it out I discard it drawing my sword to continue my momentum, the killing has only just begun.

After 2 hours we finally get the last of the goatmen hiding among livestock.

looking over the damages

" 3 dead sir, 6 wounded 17 with light wounds"

" not bad especially for this size village" father say while rubbing his chin

keep in mind that most people out here have training and experience fighting.

it's noon now after giving the horses water and rest we set of for home

rolling hills with light patches of forest best describes our land with that in mind seeing the castle is easy as we approach and se the bare stone slabs that makes up the walls other or most nobility paints their keeps walls to show their wealth.

noticing what looks like a big stain on the wall a reminder of that time a orc warlord had the idea to catapult goblins on our walls to kill us directly I'm sure it would have worked if They're aim had been better, instead they ended up giving the castle a paint job. one that mom wasn't too pleased with.

" that was the 7th raid this month what's making them so bold?" I ask thinking of the raid

" hard to say could be anything maybe desperation could be they received some message from their gods making them courageous"

the beastmen aren't known for receiving any love form any God not even the ones said to have created them. a god will choose a champion to do they're biding and as long as words have been written not once have a beastman been chosen. any amount of attention no matter how tiny it may be is quite a momentous occasion.

or maybe they're just starving either way it's trouble.

daydream I failed to notice a rather fancy looking carriage, looking down at my blood stained armor and knowing that either its my bride to be or her father looking to examine me first, much like the beastmen trouble. 'maybe it's a good thing knowing I'm a good warriors no it's pretty much Baseline I be a good warrior the only thing my family is known for and all. well it's not like I can't think I just prefer to keep thing simple, that doesn't make me stupid right.'

again lost in thought, looking down coverage in blood a certain girl was feeling rather, intimated seeing the man she was supposed to marry, wind taking the smell of iron into her nose ' I feel sick!'

Catherine Elctor

like most noble women she has been training in magic, etiquette and trade routes what cities perduce what who needs this at what time what they will pay for it. more like a merchant than nobility but infertile lands will do that to you lucky the neighbors are in constant need for more mercenarys, soliders and supplies building ins on the right roads and taking tolls for protection and permission to use bridges or roads built by us. the key is taking just enough that they will still pay.

dismounting from Sir Henry I can't imagine things will be nice and quiet for the next few days. things are moving faster than I thought thinking of father who just sorta sprung this on me. " ah well nothing to do about it now" ' I trust he as his reasons, then again it's that probably that sort of thinking that got me here in the first place'

" I should clean up now" looking down at my bloody self

/ hello there the warmth of the blanket and the general coldness of the house makes writing and uphill battle listening to https://youtu.be/MzJjzEEphfM

still haven't figured it out do I go to the website they linked

maybe I'm just stupid

how do you change the pic at the front

oh and good bye dear readers