Thread: Castle on the Hill {Kay & Local}

Thomas , a name that he had been gifted seeing how his old name of Tohvashnertinsun, son of Vashner the destructor, was rather complicated and ill-fitting for the more ...civilized people he now dealt with, had been sitting in a room with only two from his original group of six to accompany him. Two people, all part of a strange group that had gotten together to help put a stop to a dark and cruel wizard who had amassed an army and threatened the peace of many kingdoms. In the wake of his defeat, many of these places had become close allies, fighting off all manner of magical creatures, from the undead to mutated barbarian hordes. Hordes like the one Thomas came from.He had disagreed with his chieftan about supporting the wizard. He set out, joined a group who were fighting his plans, and was there the day the wizard died, at the battle, with his fellows. The paladin had sacraficed himself to give a thief the chance to stab the bastard. He had been at the door, fighting off hordes of creatures, cleaving through massive waves of mutated beasts, bloated with magic. Lost in thought he didn't realize the Priest who had been sitting next to him was shaking him to get his attention. Shaking the magical metal arm that had replaced his physical one. He snapped out of his remembrance and looked up, a representative of the kingdom they were in holding a deed out for him, Our kingdom thanks you, as we understand you have no home to go back too, and thus, we wish for you to make your home here, he said him. He tilted his head, looking at him questioningly. The man continued, Yes, well we want you to understand that this parcel of land, and the adjoining town is all yours should you accept. He looked at his companion who nodded, Take the deal, Thomas, you need a place to stay, and building a new home might be good for you, perhaps you can teach people your way of combat, the priest suggested. Thomas looked at the paper, And where would my quarters be? What room in this village should I get? he asked, his rough gravely voice off putting for most. Even the attendant in front of him stepped back. He glanced up, Just because I wear your clothes, and speak your language doesn't mean I'm what you call civilized, I shall still wish to hunt, I shall still wish to drink and be merry, he said to him. The man hesitated as he looked at the priest confused. You would have a Keep, he said. Thomas's eyes lit up. A keep of his own? A castle? A massive structure for one for himself? He looked at the priest who nodded, he had heard that correctly. Thomas took the sheet and looked at it, recognizing the symbols that were used to form his name. He nodded at the man and took his hand, shaking it eagerly, which shook the poor man's entire body with the enthusiastic shaking, which was finally put to a stop to it. The man rubbed his arm, Come with me and we'll set you up with everything you'll need... he said to him. Weeks had passed as he travelled, alongside the cleric who had no where else to go and a small caravan of people who were settling in this village. Accompanying the gifts he had been given was furniture for the keep as well as a large sum of money to help with other things. He walked excitedly, alongside a cart, watching as the massive building rose up in the distance, the lovely little village by it gleaming like a small jewel. The barbarian's deep brown eyes gleamed at the thought of owning such a massive area of land. Once they got to the town a celebration of there new lords was held, the two of them having decided to share the land, as the priest's oath said he couldn't own such a grand or expenisve thing, and the barbarian wasn't quite suited to run his own village just yet. The two were celebrated with much gusto from the villagers, and they celebrated long into the night. Eventually though the two had to retire back to there new castle. Where the priest was tired and found a place to fall asleep immediately, the barbarian wandered. This castle was large, and there were many things kept in its walls. Paintings and tapestries depicting the previous owners family, as well as his own victories where his own things had been put up. He made his way to the tallest tower of the castle, a massive keep overlooking miles of terrace and got to the top only to find a locked door. He knocked once, then twice, before simply forcing the door open and stumbling into the small study that was inside.