CaptainFawkes

The next morning was just as cold as the night before. The people gathered round in the square staring proudly in front of them just to see their heroic lord Rickhard Oakenheim. Gendric stood on the stage at the edge of the town square next to his older brother, Yorgen. Compared to Gendric, they didn’t quite look alike. Yorgen always shaved his head and beard to a short stubble. Whereas Gendric was said to look more like his father, long black hair with a hint of grey and a thick black beard. Even the colour of their eyes differed. Gendric’s were bright blue while Yorgen’s were grey. Out of the arsenal there rode two men on

The darkness of night had fallen upon Oakenburg. Gendric stared deeply into the void, looking down upon the city where his father ruled. The cold from outside made it impossible for him to sleep. Even though he was high up in his chambers in the citadel, the cold almost literally sank its teeth into Gendric’s skin. Out of boredom, he grabbed a roll of parchment, some ink and his quill. He started writing about everything he’d see every time he would stare outside into the void. Winter was halfway through and according to the druids there’d be a snowstorm coming soon. Every time the clerics began to bore him a little he’