Friendly Dragon
Noble Creature of Fantasy
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Aiden
The route the Dark Knight's forces had taken was easy to follow in the daylight, the trail left by the passing of men, horses and wagons still visible despite the rain of the previous day. One set of cart tracks in particular indicated a heavy load - the cage that Lady Elizabeth had spoken of, perhaps?
The trio rode on in silence for several hours, finding no sign of human life along the way. As they rode, Aiden kept a watchful eye on his two companions. Jason it seemed had totally recovered from his brush with death, but Troia still appeared to be paying the price for her earlier self sacrifice.
Finally, cresting a low hill, they came upon their goal. The Dark Knight's camp lay before them, a disorganised collection of tents and wagons, thinly cloaked by the smoke from a dozen campfires, as it carried on the light breeze. In the centre stood an impressive black pavilion, its significance marked by the banner which hung outside, bearing the coat of arms of the Dark Knight himself. The camp was the scene of much activity, several mock combats being fought, preparation for the conflict ahead. Sentries were posted all around the perimeter, and as the trio watched from the cover of the nearby treeline, they saw several mounted patrols depart the camp and head off into the surrounding countryside.
Scanning the camp intently, Aiden finally spotted what he was searching for. Towards the rear of the camp, next to a makeshift corral that held a dozen or so horses, he saw a solitary wagon, bearing a large rusting metal cage. Straining, he could just make out a single small form, huddling in one corner. He gritted his teeth as he saw a group of soldiers passing the cage, watching as they hurled some small objects at the inhabitant, before walking away laughing.
He turned to his companions with a look of determination.
"We need a plan."
The route the Dark Knight's forces had taken was easy to follow in the daylight, the trail left by the passing of men, horses and wagons still visible despite the rain of the previous day. One set of cart tracks in particular indicated a heavy load - the cage that Lady Elizabeth had spoken of, perhaps?
The trio rode on in silence for several hours, finding no sign of human life along the way. As they rode, Aiden kept a watchful eye on his two companions. Jason it seemed had totally recovered from his brush with death, but Troia still appeared to be paying the price for her earlier self sacrifice.
Finally, cresting a low hill, they came upon their goal. The Dark Knight's camp lay before them, a disorganised collection of tents and wagons, thinly cloaked by the smoke from a dozen campfires, as it carried on the light breeze. In the centre stood an impressive black pavilion, its significance marked by the banner which hung outside, bearing the coat of arms of the Dark Knight himself. The camp was the scene of much activity, several mock combats being fought, preparation for the conflict ahead. Sentries were posted all around the perimeter, and as the trio watched from the cover of the nearby treeline, they saw several mounted patrols depart the camp and head off into the surrounding countryside.
Scanning the camp intently, Aiden finally spotted what he was searching for. Towards the rear of the camp, next to a makeshift corral that held a dozen or so horses, he saw a solitary wagon, bearing a large rusting metal cage. Straining, he could just make out a single small form, huddling in one corner. He gritted his teeth as he saw a group of soldiers passing the cage, watching as they hurled some small objects at the inhabitant, before walking away laughing.
He turned to his companions with a look of determination.
"We need a plan."