Those who are not directly involved in the battles, are still affected by Mythron's attack on Rainos...
About this creation
CHARACTER: JACKSON KORBY FACTION: RAINOS
There had been much talk on the road of the fighting. Mythronians attacking. Jackson didn’t spend too long dwelling on the news, after all, it made no difference to him. Bending the knee to a man in blue is no harder than to a man in any other colour.
The plan was simple. Head to the outskirts of battle, survey the situation and then claim what he could. It was always easy to turn a profit after a battle. Weapons and armour would always fetch a decent price, even if they hadn’t brought any luck to their previous owners.
Suddenly Jackson snapped out of his daydream as he heard a commotion up ahead. Maybe he had reached the fighting sooner than he had expected.
Then he saw him, the old man who had saved Jackson’s life just a few days before. Locked in combat with two Mythronian soldiers and doing his best to hold them back using just his walking stick.
The man’s wooden weapon could parry their blows for now, but he would not be able to hold them off forever. The Mythronian spear-man moved in, meaning to put an end to the struggle.
Jackson decided that he had to act. It was a foolish idea, but this old man had saved him, and now it was time to repay the favour.
Jackson grasped his staff and charged.
DOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGG! The wood connected with the man’s head and sent him to the ground.
The spearman dropped his weapon.
“Arrrghhhh!” came a shout from the old man.
The Mythronian soldier had managed to knock the man to the ground.
He turned to face Jackson.
Jackson now realised his folly. Suddenly his stick felt like a poor match for the soldier’s steel.
Jackson backed away, waiting for the soldier to let his guard down for just a moment.
Suddenly a look of surprise crossed the soldier’s face as he stopped his approach. A spear had emerged from the man’s stomach amidst a fountain of crimson.
The soldier had made the mistake of turning his back on the old man. The mistake would be his last.
The old man retrieved the spear and headed to its former owner...
...who wouldn’t be needing it any more.
The old man returned to Jackson. “Many thanks, lad”, said the man, “Your arrival saved my life”.
“Just returning a favour to a stranger” said Jackson. “But, why were these Mythronians attacking you?”.
“I believe they were washed ashore along the coast," replied the man, "Part of the Mythronian attack. It was chance that washed them ashore, but it was no coincidence that they showed up here. They knew who I am, and someone must have told them I was here.”.
“And what business would they have with you?” asked Jackson.
“All will be explained, lad. But, now we must be getting a move on. There may be more Mythronians around, and they won’t take too kindly to the loss of their comrades”.