09-01-2015, 09:12 AM
((SLIGHT FLASH FORWARDS HERE))
CAMELOT VERSE
MINAS TIRITH
OUTSIDE WALLS
After having journeyed through The forest for a Day or so, Johnny came across large plains with a view on cliffs where a massive citadel town could be seen in the distance. He decided to make his way towards it, as he did, he noticed people moving about, carts being pulled by horses, for the most part it seemed these people were dressed in Medieval like garb for the most part, garb very similar to those he saw pictures of in history books and videos. It was eerie as many seemed to stare at him with confusion and/or apprehension as he walked by.
Johnny now finds himself near some gates, guards keeping a vigilant eye out as carts and people make their way through their daily routines, he stands there calmly, his weapon slung, looking around casually when four men on horseback ride up and surround him, each one clad in identical uniformed armor. Their leader blocking his front as he lowers his lances tip at him. "Who are you and what business do you have in Minas Tirith?" He asks in a calm tone, no menace in his voice only duty bound determination rings out into Rico's ears, the Mobile Infantry Sergeant sighs softly, raising his arms in a sign of peace. "I honestly don't know." The guard raises an eyebrow, looking at Rico with cold methodical eyes. "You wear strange garb, who are you stranger?" Johnny shrugs, his arms still up. "First Sergeant John D. Rico of the Earth Federation Mobile Infantry... If that means anything at all around here." The guard nods. "I see, a soldier then, I am a Sergeant as well, we will discuss this further with the guard's Captain. Men, take his weapons, they look dangerous enough, Sergeant, do not resist, no harm will come to you and you will be allowed to speak your piece, your weapons will be returned to you if you are deemed a friend." Johnny nods, reluctantly handing his weapons over to one of the soldiers who had dismounted, the guardsman nods politely to him. "You can trust me Sergeant, your equipment will be safe with us." He gives a small smile before turning to put Ricos Morita, knife, and flash-bang grenades on their holders on his body armor that Rico had also removed, all the equipment is securely tied to the man's horse. Johnny nods, taking his helmet off and handing it to him, as the guard clips it to a strap on his armor Rico dons his beret and waits. A few moments later, the guards are all mounted again and their Sergeant turns his steed around. "Follow Sergeant, to the Captain!" The group puts their steeds to a walk, Rico following silently.
CAMELOT VERSE
MINAS TIRITH
OUTSIDE WALLS
After having journeyed through The forest for a Day or so, Johnny came across large plains with a view on cliffs where a massive citadel town could be seen in the distance. He decided to make his way towards it, as he did, he noticed people moving about, carts being pulled by horses, for the most part it seemed these people were dressed in Medieval like garb for the most part, garb very similar to those he saw pictures of in history books and videos. It was eerie as many seemed to stare at him with confusion and/or apprehension as he walked by.
Johnny now finds himself near some gates, guards keeping a vigilant eye out as carts and people make their way through their daily routines, he stands there calmly, his weapon slung, looking around casually when four men on horseback ride up and surround him, each one clad in identical uniformed armor. Their leader blocking his front as he lowers his lances tip at him. "Who are you and what business do you have in Minas Tirith?" He asks in a calm tone, no menace in his voice only duty bound determination rings out into Rico's ears, the Mobile Infantry Sergeant sighs softly, raising his arms in a sign of peace. "I honestly don't know." The guard raises an eyebrow, looking at Rico with cold methodical eyes. "You wear strange garb, who are you stranger?" Johnny shrugs, his arms still up. "First Sergeant John D. Rico of the Earth Federation Mobile Infantry... If that means anything at all around here." The guard nods. "I see, a soldier then, I am a Sergeant as well, we will discuss this further with the guard's Captain. Men, take his weapons, they look dangerous enough, Sergeant, do not resist, no harm will come to you and you will be allowed to speak your piece, your weapons will be returned to you if you are deemed a friend." Johnny nods, reluctantly handing his weapons over to one of the soldiers who had dismounted, the guardsman nods politely to him. "You can trust me Sergeant, your equipment will be safe with us." He gives a small smile before turning to put Ricos Morita, knife, and flash-bang grenades on their holders on his body armor that Rico had also removed, all the equipment is securely tied to the man's horse. Johnny nods, taking his helmet off and handing it to him, as the guard clips it to a strap on his armor Rico dons his beret and waits. A few moments later, the guards are all mounted again and their Sergeant turns his steed around. "Follow Sergeant, to the Captain!" The group puts their steeds to a walk, Rico following silently.