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The earth was becoming more rough and barren as days passed by. Luckily, the fortress could be seen clear now, so only the thought of a rest could refresh you in these harsh circumstances. Gerald checked again the sealed message he was tasked to bring to the Chancellor. It was a secondary quest, but of a great importance to some, depending on what news may bring.

Gerald was a mercenary. He was born in the Kingdom of Trivia, but since his exiled departure, he travelled back and forth engaging his axe and sword for whoever was the highest bidder.
Gerald was a greenskin. Half greenskin, actually, by father. But war in these dark times forced him to fight even against some of its own kind, when occasions arose.



The castle was heavy guarded, mostly because of the recent greenskin raids, tribes in search for pillage. Tho, Gerald needed to enter inside the city walls.
- Not another greenskin, mourned one of the guards. What do you want?
- I come from far, bearing a message to the Chancellor. I seek no harm whatsoever.
- Aww, c'mon; this one's getting old. Do you think we can trust him?
- I'm not that sure we couldn't, said another guard. Plus, he's only one, I don't think he can do much harm, said the same plump guy.
- Here's the royal seal, replied Gerald showing a badge. Now who will be the awesome one to let me pass?
- Ok, you can let him in then. Open the gate!
We're sorry but you know how things are. We cannot let just anyone in at the moment. Times are bad and trust is rare.

Gerald would eventually repay the fat guard's kindness, but now there were other matters to focus on. Complete some of his current duties or even start some new ones, but mainly he just needed a stoppage after a long journey.

The gate was left open, as, along with Gerald, an allied army was about to enter the castle.
They were crusaders. Returning from Cyprus, slowly marching after a battle they lost not because of unworthiness but because they were betrayed.
After arrival, the leader spoke with the city officials and stacked his troups into the city, to replenish their forces before they'd set forth again. Their banner bearer was soon entrusted with recruitment, to infuse some new blood to their order while garrisoned.

Gerald was among the mercenaries who joined the order that day. Although he was a greenskin, the crusaders could use some new fighting techniques from a foreign race to fight the dark spawns. Plus, any man at arms could provide crucial.



But none knew the true mission of Gerald. He was among those who seeked the Holy Grail. The journey hath taken him from Western Europe to The Kingdom of Heaven, where continents and cultures collide.
Gerald checked again his map written by a foreign cartographer. He was still on the right track.

Later on he found out that the Sacred Pokal he was searching for, the 'piece of eight', he had carried it all along with him all this time.
Sheer irony, isn't it? 🙂

What should he do now? Where should he be headed?
'T was proper time to put another entry into his journal. Gerald started to write down his thoughts:
It was a day when world stood still and time did a picture capture.
The day I won the game...



-> This article IS related to eRepublik.
-> This is a recruitment article for the White Lion Order.
-> This article is part of Waxdoll's Summer Contest. ("I have nowhere a place to rest, foolish man circling the Earth, near me stops a clock.")


You are surrounded by NPCs in this RPG. 😉