To start it all off. Arnick was called to do battle in a region just south of where he was. Him being him, he arrived late. The fight was lost but he didn't care much. Also... a new Ruler was elected. It happened in the Realm of Perdan where he currently is a Knight. East Island.
The Long march to Moyale
Night was setting in but not before the day stretched on a little longer. Torches would do the rest as the company of men marched on. At the head of the group stood a tall man decked in musculature. His bald head big and robust as it sat on his shoulders. High cheekbones a bearlike jaw prominent in his face. Dressed in a suit of interlocking plates and covered in mail mesh and banded leather underneath. Arnick rolled his shoulders as the strain of carrying his great-sword was once again locking up one of his shoulder muscles. ''Fking.. sword...''
The road led them up and down the mountain sides. Hills were a relief and where the wind was gusting it left the air way too stuffy. Neither was ideal but Arnick was accustomed to it by now. His eyes spied on his men and relish shone in his eyes as he saw their suffering. He had always enjoyed his physcial superiority over lesser men. To see them cringe as his height and to scare them with fearless eyes. His skin was tanned a deep bronze and still pink or dark with scars. Set above an angular nose sat 2 dark brown eyes crested with arching brows thick as a child's finger.
Where he loathed to hire men of small physical stature he was careful not to employ too many that could rival his own strength. Some could perhaps but they were well in line with his kind of leadership and thinking and none of them rivaled him viciousness or brutality.
"Sir..?'' One of the weary soldiers began. ''We passed 2 good campsites already sir. Shouldn't we be settling down for the night? Bandits roam these roads I've heard.'' Arnick turned his large head and strode towards the smaller man like a tropical panther upon a rabbit. The glint of stars reflected off his eyes as he spoke ''Feeling tired soldier? Are you weak? Do you feel some fatigue perhaps?'' His voice taking on a mocking tone that dared the man, not the soldier to respond. ''Maybe I should just leave you here, so how long you live with your so called, bandits on the road.'' A mean, thin smile formed and spat non-verbal venom as Arnick regarded the tired man.
The soldier made a conscious effort to both keep his posture and not to speak up against his commander. ''As you say sir, as you say.'' The thin smile vanished and Arnick's face took on the signs of storm. ''As I damn say yes!'' As the troop of soldiers marched along they tried to ignore the sounds of the pleading soldier. Fury once more took control of the towering noble as he trashed the soldier blue and then red, crimson stained the road until it turned brown when it dried.
The company didn't number less that coming morning but it was exhausted and endured more bruises as night gave way to day. Arnick learned of the Coronation of the new Queen, some Fiona woman. He clearly wasn't impressed as he learned of the news at a roadside Inn. In fact he was so indifferent that he ordered the man who told him the new strung up. The man, a peasant, didn't show enough deference to Arnick it seemed. ''Think she's the only one with Majesty in these lands hmmm?'' Arnick's last question to the man as he was strung up from the tree that stood next to the inn.
The rest of the following, restless day was again spend on the road, the long road to Moyale.
