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Dawn of A New Age

Chapter 1

Derisk (May) 23rd 145 VE

Fallreach Niln

A loan man rides to the massive gates bronze gates of the great city. His horse was black with a white face, and a large white spot on his ass. The man rode bareback and wore a dark green woolen tunic, brown cotton pants, and brown leather boots. His young face was soaked with sweat and his short brown hair was matted down. He rode hard and through the partly opened gates on the eastern side and turned down the main street heading south passing first, the poor stone brick houses of the Poor District, and then the extravagant manors of the Wealthy Districts and to the tall stone steps to the keeps.

He dropped off of his horse and ran up the steps being stopped by two guards dawning blue woolen cloaks draped over chain mail, with a layer of gambeson under it, and a layer of leather beneath that. The helmets were steel with nose guards and guards on the back that flared out at the bottom of the neck and went around to the ears and had leather lining the interior, the gauntlets were also steel with leather for palms and underneath the steel, Their shoulder plates and knee plates were steel designed to bend with the movement and the boots were leather with flexible steel sabatons.

In their hands were long steel headed oak spears, and wooden kite shields with a wolf head and crossed swords painted on them. At their right sides were steel long swords with black leather-wrapped hilts and a wolf's head carved into the guard, and at the left were wheel locks with rings latched to small hooks with opening breaches on the top. They stopped the man and said.

“Halt, you are not allowed into the keep unless you are on important business”

“But sir there’s been an attack at Nelcreed, near the border” exclaimed the man in a Nilnish (Slavic) accent panicked and out of breath.

The soldier on the right’s eyes widened and he took out his large steel key and unlocked the large wooden doors into the keep, the doors groaning loudly.

The man ran down the long hallway, the floors were dark oak planks and the walls were a smooth stone brick with lit sconces, suits of armor, and paintings lining them. He reached the end of the hallway where two guards opened the door to the Kings' chamber. The man ran through the large room with its walls and floor lined with hickory. In the center was a beautiful red carpet, to the sides of the two simple wooden thrones were steel candle holders with six holding pieces that sat empty, to the western side of the room was a large wooden clock with golden numbers and exquisite carvings.

between both thrones was a small wooden table with a metal mug sitting in the center. on either side of the room were large windows letting in light into the room. On either side of the thrones were wooden doors leading to the royal chambers. He kneeled in front of the thrones and said:

“Your Highness, there is a great danger at the border”

The two people sitting there were almost opposites the one to the right was King Rignar the Second, a tall broad man with long black hair going down just past his shoulder, a black beard hanging off of his face, his face was aged and worn with a large scar visible on his cheek. He wore a black nobleman shirt, a red overcoat, a cloak made of a large bears pelt, black cotton pants, black leather boots, and a bronze crown sitting on top of his head in the shape of a large ring with a red ruby in the center. Next to him was his wife Taleeria the Huntress a Woodelf that appeared to be younger than Rignar but was actually older.

she had brown skin with long pointed ears, ruby red hair that draped past her shoulders with a flower crown on top of her head, her dress was light green and went down past her feet to where it drug behind her as she walked.

Rignar stood and asked in his deep booming voice “What is the problem?”

The man looked up and said “It is Nilcreed, the Equins sacked the village and killed almost everyone, burning it down”

Rignars eyes widened before handing the man a small sack of coins and saying “Go down to the tavern and get your self a drink”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” said the man before he left the room.

“Commander Wolfgar!” yelled Rignar

A man in black steel plate armor with elegant gold engravings, a short black beard, and long black hair with a standard issue long sword at his side entered and said “Yes sir”

“Assemble some soldiers, we must go to Nilcreed, NOW” exclaimed Rignar as he walked to his personal armory located in the royal chambers.

They reached Nilcreed, or what was left of it, Rignar still wore his normal clothing but had a single-edged elegantly engraves long sword, with a guard that curved up on the bladed side, a black leather hilt, and a golden pommel. Wolfgar had was to the left of rignar, and there was a priest in simple black robes to his right with sixteen soldiers marching behind them all in the same armor armed with, kite shields, pistols, long swords, and spears. RIgnar and Wolfgar climbed down from their horses and walked down the dirt path through the center of the smoldering piles of charred wood and ashes that were once a medium-sized village of traders, farmers, and many others.

They stopped when they reached a group of five people, two men, one woman, and two children a boy and girl. They were standing over a pile of fifteen bodies, most of them burned black. Rignar turned around to see the priest, an old man with a long white beard approaching, the priest cut through the line of people and began to place a bundle of reeds soaked in wolf blood in front of the corpses before chanting. Rignar and Wolfgar walked back to the horses.

“You three take them to the fort to the northeast, and then go to the Jarls palace,” said Rignar to a group of fairly young soldiers on horseback.

They rode their horses over the group as Rignar and Wolfgar climbed back on their horses.

“The sun has nearly set, we must return to Fallreach” exclaimed Wolfgar before they quickly rode back the way they came.

Rignar sat a small desk with a quill in his hand, lit by the dim glow of candlelight. He placed the quill in a small white glass jar of ink he then folded the piece of parchment he’d written on, stamping it shut. upon doing so he grabbed the candle by a ring on its holder and walked through the keep and out to the front steps where a soldier with a red cloak stood.

“Take this to Canterlot at once,” said Rignar handing him the folded parchment.

The courier ran down the steps and climbed on a horse riding it out of the city and onward to Equestria.