Post by kight on Aug 11, 2009 17:32:51 GMT 1
Rigoletto had head enough to be able to bear the weight of his armor once more, he had to get a message to Richard he knew that ether way with Richards return or Prince John his life could be ended, ether seen as a spy or a traitor to the true crown but, how much would he give to guard those he had sworn to protected? Everything, he had given much already his blood, his land, his life & now it would appear his soul would have to be added to the listed.
His mind thought this over, as he done each piece of his armor, the black plaited armor each piece a reminder of his oath, of his pledge sworn on a sword, to a kind, the true king of England he would hold his secret to the grave if he had to, there was nothing that anyone could do, threaten death, torched would not loosen his tong to betray his king.
His heart beat quickened as he though of what Prince John would do to any of those close to him if he knew the true & that was one of the many reasons Rigoletto had, avoid such an interested, he could not bear the idea of such a fate for in the end it would be worse then death it’s self. He was not with out blood on his own hands though, he had fought in countless battles, seen his friends & foes alike die, he grieved him still & even now, of having to see his fiends die & having to kill another to insure that his home remained safe.
He picked up the helm the last of his armor, what he had once been the black knight of the people & now it appeared he was no more then a highbred hand, a mercenary working for the highest bidder but, he knew the true & one day he hoped others would know it as well.
With that he donned his helm, before turning to leave the castle & head for the stables his horse was already tacked & ready, his sword tapped against his amour as his armor clanked at times form his movement. There was a dagger on his other hip & another sword that was on the saddle, his shield was in place on the saddle ready for him to use if need be but, he hoped it would not come to it.
He mounted into his saddle, allowing him self to settle a bit into the saddle before lightly touching his horse sides, setting his black stallion into action, he moved with his horse movements, as he rode. Leaving the castle, passing the gates, the stone was the guarded it & these with in it, he rode over the vast grounds heading for the path he needed, of course it went threw the forest but, with any luck he would not have to deal with Robin this time.
As he neared he light drew back on the rains to his horse, bringing him to a stop he took one last look to the woods as if to see, if there was any movement that might be human before setting off into the forest, a message was stashed inside the side of his boot, it would be safe there for none would look there & it would not come free.
He rode on as his horse’s hooves pounded the ground, there was no going back he had to do this or much could be lost or even more, the black cloak he wore flickered behind him, flapping like the wings of a dragon.
His mind thought this over, as he done each piece of his armor, the black plaited armor each piece a reminder of his oath, of his pledge sworn on a sword, to a kind, the true king of England he would hold his secret to the grave if he had to, there was nothing that anyone could do, threaten death, torched would not loosen his tong to betray his king.
His heart beat quickened as he though of what Prince John would do to any of those close to him if he knew the true & that was one of the many reasons Rigoletto had, avoid such an interested, he could not bear the idea of such a fate for in the end it would be worse then death it’s self. He was not with out blood on his own hands though, he had fought in countless battles, seen his friends & foes alike die, he grieved him still & even now, of having to see his fiends die & having to kill another to insure that his home remained safe.
He picked up the helm the last of his armor, what he had once been the black knight of the people & now it appeared he was no more then a highbred hand, a mercenary working for the highest bidder but, he knew the true & one day he hoped others would know it as well.
With that he donned his helm, before turning to leave the castle & head for the stables his horse was already tacked & ready, his sword tapped against his amour as his armor clanked at times form his movement. There was a dagger on his other hip & another sword that was on the saddle, his shield was in place on the saddle ready for him to use if need be but, he hoped it would not come to it.
He mounted into his saddle, allowing him self to settle a bit into the saddle before lightly touching his horse sides, setting his black stallion into action, he moved with his horse movements, as he rode. Leaving the castle, passing the gates, the stone was the guarded it & these with in it, he rode over the vast grounds heading for the path he needed, of course it went threw the forest but, with any luck he would not have to deal with Robin this time.
As he neared he light drew back on the rains to his horse, bringing him to a stop he took one last look to the woods as if to see, if there was any movement that might be human before setting off into the forest, a message was stashed inside the side of his boot, it would be safe there for none would look there & it would not come free.
He rode on as his horse’s hooves pounded the ground, there was no going back he had to do this or much could be lost or even more, the black cloak he wore flickered behind him, flapping like the wings of a dragon.