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 Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 5:22 pm
A small bedroom with only a bed, closet, dresser and window.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 5:27 pm
 Fight for those who cant defend themselves
  Andricus D'Arcis
Rebel Commander and Apprentice of Aramis:
I need you here tonight....
Andricus lied in his bed, tossing and turning. His head throbbed. The sounds of drums clouded his dream. He saw a young maiden and a man. The girl's face was covered in a veil and her body wrapped in white cloth. The man was tall, approximately six-foot. His hair was ebony and his eyed a cold crimson. Adricus stared up at the man with an ominous feeling flowing through his body. The rhythmic pounding of the drum picked up speed as the volume grew. His heart raced as he looked around and he had no where to go. Soldiers surrounded him. They looked like something he had never seen. They wore golden gilded armor and carried rapiers with the handles shaped like crosses. They swarmed him, reaching for him with their metal covered hands.
Adricus jerked out of his sleep. His eyes open wide, staring at the ceiling. His bed was covered in his sweat. The sheets and blankets sticking to his skin. He sat up and threw the satin blanket off of himself, moving his legs off the bed. He stood, the warm wood floor welcomed the sole of his feet. "W-what did it all mean?" He asked himself in a hushed tone. Running his fingers through his wet hair he paced in his room for a moment, ceasing after a few minuets. He called out for one of the servants. She came shortly, just as she was trained to. "Draw me a bath." He ordered her, "And when done my sheets need washing." He told her. He sighed when she was gone. The images ran through his head like a galloping horse. He stared out his window at the green fields until there was a knock on his door, followed by the sound of it creaking open. It was the servant letting him know it was drawn.
He nodded and left the room for her to clean. Adricus rushed to the bathroom, where he undressed and slipped into the hot water. It soothed his muscles and skin, relieving some of the throbbing in his head. He bathed himself, washing his face when done. The servant had clothes put out for him. He dried off with the soft sheep-skin towel and got dressed. He wore a white button up shirt, a burgundy vest, two brown leather belts that matched his single leather glove, leather hip pouch and leather boots, also brown pants. After combing his long black hair he tied it back with a burgundy tie.
The sound of his boots echoed through the hall as he roamed the estate aimlessly, wondering what his dream meant still. He decided that wondering would get him no where, so he returned to his room. The sheets were swapped out. It meant nothing to him at the moment though. He stood out the window looking at the wonderful view.
Live by the sword, die by the sword
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 5:59 pm
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