Thread: The Mercenary and the Card( HaloHeroWolf118 & Lagertha )

Edric watched the clouds as they sailed through the blue sky the day was so peaceful that one could almost forget the demons that stalked the world. The wheels of the wagon squeaked which was the only sound that broke the silence since the driver was unhappy with having a Mercenary in the back of his wagon but had not been able to refuse Edric's kind request after saving him from said demons. His sword laid next to him as he laid on the hay that the man was transporting to a farmer near a villager for his cattle. Edric's dark grey eyes were unfocused as he cast his mind into the past he was handsome man with long black hair his muscles were hidden by his armor. Much had changed he remembered when there were no demons and the only times a mercenary was needed was to fight in some war started by kings to increase the size of their domain. He was there in many of those wars that altered the maps throughout history. He remembered the day he had been cursed to walk the earth for eternity because he had fallen in love. In love with a beautiful woman who he had believed loved him in turn but had been forced to break his heart that he could survive but knowing he would never see her again had for a long time broken him. He remembered the palace throne room lit with torches and lanterns as he was knelt before the throne bound in chains bruised and bleeding from hours of torture and beatings. He growled angrily remembering that day as he pushed the memory down burying it as a cloud passed between sun and earth casting a dark shadow upon what lay below. He sat up examining his armor which had clearly seen better days, his right arms was wrapped in white bandages to his hand which left only his fingers visible if he took off his open fingered glove. His left armored which he ran through his wild mane of black hair. The wagon slowed to a stop and he looked around spotting the dirt road that turned off the main road. This is where our paths separate Mercenary. The driver said while Edric climbed out of the wagon sword in hand the farmer didnt even wait for a thank you before turning down the new road. Edric watched as the farmer and his wagon vanished into the distance before he began to a walk the rest of the way toward the village as he could just see smoke rising in the distance. Walking was a good thing it kept him from thinking because when he thought he remembered that time long ago. His sword was slung over his right shoulder as he strolled toward the village which had been having some trouble with Demons so he figured hed do something about it. He walked at an even pace his road worn boots kicked up little clouds of dust as he made finished his travel on foot it was slightly annoying how the common folk treated Mercenaries but if they had any competence in protecting themselves he might agree with them. He had heard it all how terrible Mercenaries were how they were monsters same as the demons it was all words spewed by weak spineless humans who were incapable of defending themselves and when demons did attack begged to be saved by the same Mercenaries they had just called monsters. So as he arrived in the village the open glares did not faze him he ignored them like always glares werent anything new he had received worse welcomes before he did spot children playing who quickly got out of his way. The roofs were all thatched save for the Tavern which doubles as the Inn as it seemed have been able to afford a slate roof he walked in and once again ignored the glares from the local patrons as he sat down. He leaned his sword against the table and waited for one of the tavern wenches to ask him what he wanted for a drink. Several of the patrons continued to glare at him while the others had chosen to ignore him the same as he was them. Even the bar maids avoided him so he sat there waiting for them to either realize he wasnt leaving or acknowledge him.