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Postby Samuel Longwell on May 15th, 2017, 9:54 pm

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35th Spring


“Not another one.” Samuel growled, pulling himself to his feet and gesturing for the squire who'd notified him to continue spreading the word. He set off at a run, there was no time to lose. The Bazaar was the target this time, it seemed that perhaps 'The Unknown' really were a threat of some kind. The knight knew that people were struggling, but a riot would not make things better.

Every time Samuel needed to run in armour, it felt like the first time. He always forgot how much difficulty he had propelling his body along at speed with the additional 50 pounds weighing him down. It wasn't long before he was breathing hard, the heavy metal sapping his energy. But he pushed on, he needed to get down to the Bazaar as soon as possible. Coming to the stairs that would take him down to the basement level, Samuel leapt down the steps 3 at a time. In hindsight, it was a bad decision. Although the knight had done it plenty of times as a child, the decision did not factor in his armour. He tripped, barely catching himself on the bannister. His heart pounding in his chest, he stared down at the many stairs that he had narrowly avoided falling down.

The knight removed his vice grip from the bannister, then gingerly proceeded down the remaining flights. As he got closer to the Bazaar, he started to pick out a rhythmic chanting emanating from the great market. The sight that assaulted him as he reached the bottom of the stairs made him freeze for a brief moment. The riot was much larger than he expected, the few knights who had arrived were still seriously outnumbered. Multiple vendors were being terrorised, but the knight could only deal with one problem at a time so he rushed over to the nearest.

Most looters scattered, but a pair of burly men were too focused on tearing into a silk stall with their clubs to notice the knight bearing down on them. Samuel charged in with a yell, swinging his shield as he barrelled into the first. The impact knocked the looter back, stumbling into his friend. The two men turned to Samuel, eyes glaring out from behind their masks. The knight didn't particularly want to fight them both, so he tried diplomacy.

“Put down your weapons, this is not a fight you can win.” the knight commanded. “If you continue then the consequences will be far more serious.” The two men paused, then turned and ran off in different directions. Samuel cursed, perhaps his choice in resorting to diplomacy had been a mistake. Although his armour meant that he had less to fear from the crowd, it also meant that he couldn't move as fast as the average looter. So if they ran he was unlikely to be able to catch them. The knight checked that the owner of the stall was ok, making sure he could get out safely, then he set off into the crowd at a run. There were plenty more people who needed saving.


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Postby Samuel Longwell on May 23rd, 2017, 8:43 pm

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A squire in Samuel's path was looking around frantically, so the knight slid to a halt in front of him. The fear in the boy's eyes diminished when he registered the knight standing in front of him, blurting out his worry to the more experienced man.

“S-Sylvia is in the middle of that.” the squire said, pointing to the centre of the Bazaar, where the rioting was fiercest. His hand shook, emotions bleeding out into his body language. “She said she couldn't let the rioters get away with it.”

“And what are you doing about that? Just standing here?” Samuel replied harshly. Samuel looked at the teenager, incredulous. Was he really letting another squire risk herself while he stood on the outskirts? The knight frowned, that would just not do. “Follow me squire, we're going in.” The words were spoken with a firm tone, the knight barely managing to keep the disdain out of his voice. Allowing others to come to harm because of cowardice was not something Samuel could stand.

The squire gulped, the knight's displeasure clear upon his face. The boy readied his shield, then followed Samuel's lead. The two pushed through a group of civilians fleeing from the main area of looting. Samuel wondered how many had taken part in the disorder and were now making off with stolen goods. But that wasn't his priority, most important was dealing with the violence that put the citizens of the city at risk.

Glancing behind him, the knight checked that the squire was still following him. The boy was keeping up, now that Samuel had taken charge he seemed less timid. The knight spotted a squire in the middle of a group of rioters, fending them off with her magic. Air buffeted them back as they advanced, but it seemed like she was tiring. Samuel's companion called out to her, it seemed it was indeed Sylvia. Samuel broke into a sprint, closing the distance as quickly as he could. A rioter swung his club at Sylvia's head, only for the knight's shield to interpose itself between weapon and skull at the last moment.

The vibrations rippled through the metal, the force dissipating quickly. It hurt, but the shield did its job preventing serious injury. Samuel 's face flushed. Rioting was one thing, but attacking a member of the order drove him over the edge. He acted on instinct, smashing his shield into the antagonist. The looter stumbled back, dropping his club in the process. The knight swung his mailed fist in a clumsy right hook. The blow did not connect properly, and the assailant managed to regain his footing.

To Samuel's surprise, his opponent threw a punch back. The knight stepped back, bringing his shield up to defend himself. The bare fist crunched against the shield, and Samuel heard the resulting gasp of pain. What an idiot, Samuel thought. The looter was now bent over, clutching his wrist. The knight brought his fist down on his opponent's head, knocking him to the ground. The knight drew his sword, checking that the two squires were handling themselves adequately.


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Postby Samuel Longwell on 56 minutes ago

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Seeing the large knight turning to them with his sword drawn gave the surrounding rioters pause, they had been brave enough to attack a single isolated squire but now facing three members of the order their courage crumpled. Once again Samuel found his opponents fleeing from him. It reminded him that the people he faced were civilians, these were not people used to combat in any way. This realisation gave the knight an idea. Exploiting the fact these people were unused to combat could end the conflict early, preventing any more innocents getting hurt.

“Put your weapons down right now.” Samuel roared. Several looters froze in place, glancing back in fear. “If you resist then the consequences will be severe.” The effect of his second sentence was diminished by the fact that his voice cracked on the last few words. His hold over the rioters was broken and they continued to flee. The knight cursed softly and gestured for the squires to come and help him. Neither had managed to subdue any of the rioters, so Samuel decided to send back one of them off with the woozy man at his feet.

“Grab some rope and help me tie this guys hands.” Samuel ordered. The two squires nodded, Sylvia managing to find some cloth from a nearby overturned stall. Sheathing his sword, the knight held the offender still while his hands were bound, then dragged him to his feet. The knight looked between the two squires, thinking through which he'd rather have at his back, then pushed the bound man to the male squire. “Take him to The Tank.” The squire turned white at the thought of it, but a stern look from Samuel quashed any argument. The squire needed to toughen up fast if he was going to make it in the order.

“What now sir?” Sylvia asked, glancing over to the area where the looting was still in full swing.

“We're going to help the civilians that need us.” he replied. “Follow me.” He strode off towards the centre of the bazaar. Up till now he'd just been dealing with the outskirts of the riot, but the chanting increased in volume as he walked. Turning a corner, with Sylvia tight on his heels, the knight saw the mass of angry rioters in full force. The knight did not slow, moving to support his comrades in suppressing the mob.

“Stay close to me lass,” Samuel said, “It could get messy.” The knight heard Sylvia's assent, then they were in and among the chaos. The noise surged from all around them. It was not as ferocious of that of a full-scale battle, but it was still a fearsome sound. The knight checked to make sure that Sylvia was close by, then jumped to the defence of a merchant. The woman was prone on the ground, clutching her head as a group of rioters trampled her under their feet as they scrambled to steal her goods.


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