Ares had to admit
that Graystown was more impressive than he had expected. Apparently,
even with hundreds (thousands?) of people in a town they were still
afraid of wild animals, since the entire town was surrounded by a
wall of wood and stone 15ft high. Since they were coming down from
the mountains, Ares could see down into the town long before they
were near and was amazed at how crowded everything looked. Buildings
and the tiny specks of people were crammed into the roughly circular
town and smoke streamed from hundreds of chimneys.
The road they
were on wined down the mountain towards the south gate of the town
and there looked to be another gate on the north side. A river ran by
the town a few hundred feet to the west and there were various
buildings running alongside it. To the east it looked as if some
brave souls were trying their hand at farming the rocky soil in
valley between the town and the mountain forest.
Ares wanted to
get out and run to the gate, or run over and look at the buildings
along the river, but he forced himself to sit still, not wanting to
cause Faral any embarrasment by acting like a country bumpkin. He had
no idea everyone in the town was a country bumpkin but he remember
his grandfather’s warning about bringing them dishonor and thought
embarrassing Faral might do that.
The finally got to within
hailing distance of the gates about an hour after noon. Instead of
stopping for lunch Faral had pushed on, wanting a real meal in a
tavern he said. However Ares sensed Faral was apprehensive as they
continued closer to the gate and no guard called to them nor did the
gates start to open. There seemed to be a lot of noise coming from
inside the town. Ares expected it to be noisy but this seemed more
like yelling, or maybe fighting than the sounds of industry.
“What’s
going on? Ares asked as the wagon slowed to a stop outside the
gates.
“I’m not sure lad. Maybe there’s a town meeting, or
some criminals on trial.” Faral look around nervously and Ares
thought he should have been more accustomed to things like this since
he traveled all over.
“I’ll go check it out!” Ares
announced, excited to finally be able to move about at more than the
mules pace of the wagon. Before Faral could stop him Ares sprang to
his feet then leapt up, easily jumping the 15 feet to catch the top
of the wall and then flipped himself over onto the walkway that ran
around the town. He dashed along the wall, his blood red coat
flapping behind him (he had refused to remove the entire trip)
circling the town until he found where the commotion was.
There
was a large gathering in an open space that was roughly the middle of
the town. The town square Ares guessed. It looked as if all the towns
people were facing off against a small group. There didn’t seem to
be any fighting, but as Ares approached closer he could tell the
townspeople were angry and frightened. Ares grinned fiercely and then
dashed right for the group, leaping easily from the wall to roof top,
the sloped roofs and slick shingles nowhere near as difficult to
navigate as the mountains he had trained on.
The people are angry
and afraid, he thought as he quickly approached. As a knight, it’s
my duty to protect them! Although this was not technically true,
since he was pretty sure the towns and people this far south did not
even know of the Crimson Knights existence, since they were from the
Dionic Empire, far to the north. Ares did not let little details
bother him. Knights protect all innocent humans, regardless of their
faith or country.
Ares made one last leap and landed in the
clearing between the townspeople and the small group. He landed in a
crouching position his coat flapping around him and finally settling
as he stood, the clearing had become completely silent as he appeared
and he looked around. The towns people didn’t look much different
than the villagers he had known growing up, although they seemed to
have cleaner clothes and less beards. The smaller group looked
somewhat like Baruvius and Galudur, although much shorter of course.
The five of them wore furs and mismatched leather and chain armor.
They had an assortment of swords and knives strapped to them. Their
bears and hair were unkempt and tangled. Ares also noticed, they
stank.
Ares took this all in in a second. He spun to the
townspeople and spoke proudly, holding his head high. “People of
Graystown! I am a Crimson Knight (in training). Are these guys
bothering you?” He pointed his thumb back behind him with the last
line. The silence remained for a few moments longer, then the crowd
began again, even louder, asking what a kid was doing there, telling
him to get lost, or get to safety, depending on their demeanor.
The
5 men behind him had a different response and approached him. He
could sense the hostility from them and turned nonchalantly to face
them, a bit bemused by the chaotic response he had gotten from the
townspeople. You would think they would be happy a knight had come to
defend them.
One of the men, who seemed to be dirtier and
smellier than the others, and so probably the leader Ares thought,
growled a curse and went to shove Ares aside. He easily swayed out of
the way and then stepped out of the way as the man charged at him.
His dodge sent the unkempt man barreling into the largest human Ares
had ever seen. Although he was nothing compared to his giant friends,
the man who had stepped out of the crowd was over 6ft tall and with a
barrel chest and enormously muscled arms. Judging by the thick
leather apron he wore and hammer at his belt, Ares thought he was the
town blacksmith.
Ares would be attacker stumbled backward as he
bounced off the giant man and looked up at him. His voice trembled a
little as he cursed the man, looking up at him. “Don’t get in our
way blacksmith!”
I was right! Ares thought, this town stuff
is easy. Unfortunately Ares missed part of the conversation while he
was congratulating himself.
“…and you don’t want that, do
you?” The man no longer looked even slightly intimidated by the
blacksmith as he threatened him. In fact it was the blacksmith that
back away a little, looking at Ares with a frown.
“Hey, I
wasn’t listening” Ares announced unashamedly. “What’s going
on? Are these guys causing problems or not?”
He heard a shout
from the crowd that he was the one causing problems but decided to
ignore it and waited for one of the two men facing each other to
reply.
It was the unkempt man or spoke first, “Whose brat is
this anyway? Don’t you people know how to keep your kids in line?
At this rate I might just go tell the boss we should destroy you all
afterall!”
There was more shouting from the crowd, really it
was giving Ares a headache. “So, are you guys bandits? Who’s your
boss?” Suddenly the blacksmith placed his hand on Ares shoulder and
then looked at him startled, Ares did not even notice the big man’s
attempt to push him back into the crowd.
“Yes, we’re
bandits!” The other man shouted, his temper giving out as Ares
stood before him unafraid. “I’m killing this brat!” He shouted
into the crowd. “Anyone try to stop me and your town is next!” He
grinned savagely, showing off a mouthful of blackened teeth as he
drew a rusty sword from his back. The blacksmith tried to step
between the Bandit and Ares as the sword started to descend but Ares
stepped forward first and slapped the sword out of the bandits hand,
sending it spinning into the dirt where it snapped in to. The Bandit
stared at his hand, where two of his fingers where bent back at a
grotesque angle. He screamed in pain and rage and the other 4 bandits
drew their weapons.
The townspeople barely had a chance to grasp
what was happening before the 4 bandits lay lifeless on the ground,
their blood soaking into the town square. The had barely advanced a
step before Ares drew his sword, (his old sword, he wouldn’t use
the black blade on simple bandits) and cut them down, one slash for
each bandit quicker than the eyes of the blacksmith or bandit leader
could follow. Ares flicked his sword clean then sheathed it, looking
at the bandit leader.
“Are we fighting or not?” The bandit
leader cursed him and then turned and ran. Ares watched bemusedly as
the man ran off unsteadily, not sure what to do when an enemy runs.
In all the stories his grandfather told him no one ever fled battle.
Well he supposed bandits weren’t knights so he shouldn’t be
surprised by what they did. He decided to ignore the man and turn to
the townspeople.
“The bandits are defeated.”
The big
blacksmith raised his hand and shouted for the newly excited crowd to
quite. Ares wasn’t sure why they were so upset with him, yelling
that he had killed them all or something. It didn’t make any
sense.
“Do you know what you’ve done boy” The blacksmith
asked, his voice surprisingly soft considering his size.
“It’s
a knights duty to defeat bandits, so I did.” Ares said
loftily.
“We could have beaten those five ourselves. It’s
their boss that’s the problem. Now that we’ve stood up to them,
he’ll come and tear the city apart.” The blacksmith shook his
head sadly. “I know you were trying to do the right thing kid but
you’ve just made things worse.”
“Oh. Well I’ll just
defeat their Boss too then. When’s he coming?” Ares didn’t
really see the problem and he wasn’t the type to leave things
half-finished anyway. “I’ll defeat the rest of the bandits too.
It’s my duty after all.”
“You don’t understand boy. You
defeated those guys easily so you might be what you say, but the
bandit boss, Marak, is a monster. He’s a Maneater.” The
blacksmith spoke the last with obvious fear in his voice and the rest
of the crowd started muttering again.
Ares had no idea what a
Maneater was, it didn’t really matter though. “I will defeat this
Marak” Ares declared, no hesitation in his voice. “Now can
someone let Faral in, the back gate is closed.”
The next
morning, Ares stood atop the north gate, his blood red coat flapping
in the wind like a banner as he waited for the bandits come. He was
still rather bemused about last night. Once Faral had come in the
townspeople had turned on him, blaming him for bringing Ares who had
caused such trouble, to the town. It had been quite difficult to find
a meal and an inn, and Faral despaired of selling his goods. However,
he had a good reputation with the townspeople since he had been
traveling through there for decades and eventually he and the
blacksmith had talked to the mob down. What had seemed about to turn
into a riot was turned into a discussion about defense and eventually
the townspeople started to hurry about, sharpening weapons, hiding
valuables and praying. Ares tried to tell them it was unnecessary,
they would not have to fight as long as he, a knight, was present but
they refused to listen.
It was however, incredibly boring waiting
for the bandits to show up. Maybe bandits liked to sleep in? It was
normal to have duels at dawn or noon, and it was close to noon
already. Bandits were Ares decided, quite rude. He did not turn as
the blacksmith, whom he learned was also the mayor, came up to the
wall to stand beside him.
“Are you really a knight?” The
blacksmith asked, his calm soft voice somehow still loud enough to
hear over the strong winds blowing down from the mountains.
“Well”
Ares faltered. “I’m a squire really. But grandfather said as soon
as I lose a duel I will be a full knight, so it’s just a matter of
time.” Ares finished quickly, not sure if had lied or been
dishonorable. He would have to be more careful in the future, but
grandfather had called him a knight.
The blacksmith had a
strange look on his face and was about to reply when Ares let out a
shout of excitement, point off into the distance. “Here they come!
A bunch of them! I can’t wait to see this Marak.”
The
blacksmith peered up the road and could barely see the bandits far up
the road. He would not have noticed them without it being pointed out
to him.