Thread: The Traveling Warrior [Dream]

It was a little before high noon, the bright ball of fire was still making its climb into the air as the figure appeared over the horizon. He was becoming to gain fame and notoriety from his feats, something he had no plans of stopping anytime soon. They were beginning to call him the Foreign Knight well others believed he was death itself. Not because of his personality I assure you. It was because of the brown complexion of his that was a rarity among the towns he went to. He was personally thankful he wasn't dark enough to be confused with the night itself. Just a shade or two pass milk chocolate. Not to mention the long black dreads that went down the middle of his back, appearing like a hood during battle sometimes. It was hard to tell his height for sure as he rode the white horse down the dirt path. But he stood a good six foot two with rugged good looks that showed he was use to getting his hands dirty and could still bring the woman to him. The man had a medium build, hidden by the black tunic though his exposed arms hinted to the chiseled physique that hid underneath. Besides the chainmail beneath his tunic, greaves that protect his legs from the knee down, and the shield on the back of the horse. He had little armor. Something that only increase the reputation of his skill. Looking down to his horse, he checked to see if it had regained its strength and breath. Good, girl. Lets go. With a tap of his heel, the beast erupted into a fast pace run to better close the distances to his next task. He traveled along or at least that was what people knew about him and that was the plan. A cloud of dust was left in the wake of the horse, one that had less mass than most, clearly showing it was a animal of speed and not strength. Here he comes! A guard roared out when they saw the figure and those long dreads flowing behind him like a cape. The Reaper is here! Call the captain! Yet no one stopped him. Pride was going to be the downfall of each kingdom. Their desire to prove their superior to some outsider and had better soldiers than the last kingdom. By the time he had reached the castle gates, a crowd had already amassed. Civilians as well guards from both the surrounding area and the castle. Twenty men stood before the entrance with grins on their faces while some were stretching and getting ready for the fight to come. Fools are the best dinner. He whispered to his horse as he descended her. He removed the round buckler shield and his sword, which was a little shorter than a normal long sword and held a figure eight shape guard. That's all? A knight called out with a hearty laugh that only served to produce a smirk from the traveling warrior. I do believe it's too much, but I think you'd feel better if I didn't beat you unarmed. The warrior said with a broad grin on his face that made the men angry at his arrogance. Why yo- But the warrior held his hand up as if to ask for him to wait. I am Dominic Goldwin and I have come to challenge the strongest person here. Be it male, woman, or dog. He said while dropping those dark gray eyes onto the lead male. It seemed like he could see the steam rising from him which made him laugh inside. I merely ask for a bed for the night, dinner and breakfast, food and water for my house, and safe passage. All placed and agreed upon with your god as witness. Granted they never followed through with this agreement once Dominic actually beat them, but he only thought right to ask for something. Now, bring me your strongest, mightiest, and bravest warrior. My sword grows hungry! The man roared before fixing his sword and its case to his left hip. Taking his shield to place onto his left arm as he waited for the first man to step up.