Time: On first morning after the Scene in the Dancing Cauldron
Sir Arthur of Falkenstayn, Baronet and former Captain of the Guard of his father the Baron of Falkenstayn, did not wake as early as usual that morning.
After the events and decisions of last night, he had let himself...once again...be overcome by his feelings.
Hate.
In spirit, he knew that his brother Benedikt was right. Hate was the beginning of the end. The breath of Hehl which could spread slowly in the spirit of a man.
But his heart. Again and again he saw in his mind's eye how the Blackfang Orc's axe hit his father's right leg.
His father. A giant, a man of pure faith, righteous and a paladin Solus in the truest sense of the word.
He had always been invincible to him, even when he, Arthur, beat him for the first time in battle, the son knew that he would never reach that perfection.
But since that day, since the attack, his father was broken. Only a shadow of his former self. His mother, a once beautiful and proud woman, withered away in a flophouse in this town of Halberstein. Of course, everyone treated the members of the former noble family with respect. After all, the Baron of Falkenstayn had always been a fair and kind ruler.
But it did not change anything. The homeland had fallen. HIS FATHER had ...fallen.
And all only because of these CURSED ORKS!!!!
Arthur straightened up. The bed creaked under the weight of his body. Jacob's and Hogar's sleeping quarters were both empty. From downstairs, from the small breakfast room of the inn, sounds reached his ear.
He stood up, washed his face and looked in the mirror. A level, bearded face with blue eyes stared back. And in the eyes was fire....
"I will send them all to Hehl!"
He clenched his hands into fists and breathed in and out. Benedikt's voice rang in his head.
"Brother, hatred is not the way. We must trust in Solus and in our own strength. The hell of revenge is boiling in your heart. Set yourself free!"
Sir Arthur of Falkenstayn, Baronet and former Captain of the Guard of his father the Baron of Falkenstayn, did not wake as early as usual that morning.
After the events and decisions of last night, he had let himself...once again...be overcome by his feelings.
Hate.
In spirit, he knew that his brother Benedikt was right. Hate was the beginning of the end. The breath of Hehl which could spread slowly in the spirit of a man.
But his heart. Again and again he saw in his mind's eye how the Blackfang Orc's axe hit his father's right leg.
His father. A giant, a man of pure faith, righteous and a paladin Solus in the truest sense of the word.
He had always been invincible to him, even when he, Arthur, beat him for the first time in battle, the son knew that he would never reach that perfection.
But since that day, since the attack, his father was broken. Only a shadow of his former self. His mother, a once beautiful and proud woman, withered away in a flophouse in this town of Halberstein. Of course, everyone treated the members of the former noble family with respect. After all, the Baron of Falkenstayn had always been a fair and kind ruler.
But it did not change anything. The homeland had fallen. HIS FATHER had ...fallen.
And all only because of these CURSED ORKS!!!!
Arthur straightened up. The bed creaked under the weight of his body. Jacob's and Hogar's sleeping quarters were both empty. From downstairs, from the small breakfast room of the inn, sounds reached his ear.
He stood up, washed his face and looked in the mirror. A level, bearded face with blue eyes stared back. And in the eyes was fire....
"I will send them all to Hehl!"
He clenched his hands into fists and breathed in and out. Benedikt's voice rang in his head.
"Brother, hatred is not the way. We must trust in Solus and in our own strength. The hell of revenge is boiling in your heart. Set yourself free!"