Axes Treatise I
| Axes Treatise I Written by Gentwar der Nod |
| "The Memoirs of Sir Gentwar der Nod, a Mercenary Knight" Allows you to learn the following Axes abilities: Mutilating Lunge Cut Through No Mercy Ferocity Reading this book grants some Experience. |
A recollection of events experienced by Sir Gentwar during his stormy youth, written personally by him after his retirement. 100 |
|
Description
| “ | A recollection of events experienced by Sir Gentwar during his stormy youth, written personally by him after his retirement. | „ |
Effect
Teaches :
Acquired From
Book content
There's truly no one more foolhardy than a landless knight! I had a chance to experience this truth during my long and not particularly pious life.
When I was barely twenty, my father suddenly passed away. As his youngest son, I was left with nothing. Too wayward to serve under another lord and too hot-headed to become a priest or a templar, I ended up spending my days carousing. That's how I met Sir Dennor, a bastard son of a certain lord, whose name I'd rather not mention out of prudence.
We became fast friends. One day, we were having a drink together. I finally decided to ask why he carried a commoner's axe instead of a noble sword, a weapon that befits a man of his high birth. He laughed at the question and told me that he actually grew so skillful with an axe that he could easily take on any pompous fencer who would dare challenge him. I found the claim unlikely, but before we could begin the argument in earnest, the tavern's door swung open, and a band of angry-looking armed men barged in. Their leader, standing a good six and a half feet tall, eyed the silent room with a ferocious expression, as if searching for someone. When his gaze settled on Sir Dennor, he smirked victoriously, dropped a few profanities, and drew his sword.
Sir Dennor reacted immediately, I suppose he anticipated this predicament. He grabbed the axe lying nearby and charged at the sneering leader... The uninvited guest attempted to deflect the strike, but it was all for nothing - Sir Dennor nimbly evaded the leader's swing, pushed him off balance, and cleaved his skull in two with a deft strike. For a split moment there was ringing silence - the dead man's followers were trying to make sense of what had just transpired. Finally, they yelled with fury and ran towards us. I cursed under my breath, flipped the table to hold off their advance, and rushed to help Dennor - the time had come to prove my friendship...
See also
| |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| |||||