DarkBlade Journal
6/10
By moonlight I travel towards New Haven. Thinking of the rumors of corruption and controversy on my journey I ride into the heart where these tales originate from. My journey begins with a sword clean and bright but I fear it will be dark with blood by the end of my journey. As I enter the gates of New Haven I am hailed by the guards to state my name and business in the city. In a brief moment of time, I think of my previous deeds of glory and heroics but alas they are in the past. I answer the guard in a gruff voice, "I am a weary warrior looking for a place to stay for the night". He nods his head toward a direction of an Inn and lets me pass.
I get off my mare and throw some coin to the stable boy by the Inn and walk in with my hand close to the pommel of my sword. I slowly gaze around the common room and its empty besides the passed out patron in the corner of the room and the tavern keeper. The man asks nervously, "How can I help thee sir?" I ponder why he is so nervous but assume for the moment its late and he is tired of a long day. I ask for room and board for the night. The tavern Keeper asks me to sign my name while I am pulling out coin for my stay. Again I ponder of my deeds of the past and sign a name. As he points up the stairs with his hands slightyly shaking and says "Take the room to the right of the hal"l, I feel eyes watching me as I look up the stairs.
I briefly see in the corner of my eye, the passed out patron watching me with an alert attention. Not the so passed out eyes of a drunk as I assumed. Maybe these stories are true I say under my breath as I walk up the stairs. I walk into my room and while I am closing the door I am relieved to know when I signed a name, instead of my real name, I signed it DarkBlade for the dark time I feel that looms for us all...........
6/10
By moonlight I travel towards New Haven. Thinking of the rumors of corruption and controversy on my journey I ride into the heart where these tales originate from. My journey begins with a sword clean and bright but I fear it will be dark with blood by the end of my journey. As I enter the gates of New Haven I am hailed by the guards to state my name and business in the city. In a brief moment of time, I think of my previous deeds of glory and heroics but alas they are in the past. I answer the guard in a gruff voice, "I am a weary warrior looking for a place to stay for the night". He nods his head toward a direction of an Inn and lets me pass.
I get off my mare and throw some coin to the stable boy by the Inn and walk in with my hand close to the pommel of my sword. I slowly gaze around the common room and its empty besides the passed out patron in the corner of the room and the tavern keeper. The man asks nervously, "How can I help thee sir?" I ponder why he is so nervous but assume for the moment its late and he is tired of a long day. I ask for room and board for the night. The tavern Keeper asks me to sign my name while I am pulling out coin for my stay. Again I ponder of my deeds of the past and sign a name. As he points up the stairs with his hands slightyly shaking and says "Take the room to the right of the hal"l, I feel eyes watching me as I look up the stairs.
I briefly see in the corner of my eye, the passed out patron watching me with an alert attention. Not the so passed out eyes of a drunk as I assumed. Maybe these stories are true I say under my breath as I walk up the stairs. I walk into my room and while I am closing the door I am relieved to know when I signed a name, instead of my real name, I signed it DarkBlade for the dark time I feel that looms for us all...........