Slowly the sun rises, a red-hot ball, it rises majestically above the mountains. The sun's rays glide slowly glide down the slopes through the forest sell the morning mist, breaking through the forest canopy and last appear on the roofs of some houses.
The village lies down there in the valley, nestled between the high mountains and the dense forest slowly awakening to life. A rooster crows and the first people to come out of their houses. They are dressed as simple farmers but her walk is upright and full of pride, dignity and honor
The community is located in front of the largest house in which their leader lives, and begins to talk. You sit on simple wooden benches, the women distribute bread, fruit and water.
When the door opens, and its leader emerges spreads silent.
The leader welcomes the residents and begins to discuss plans for the day.
The fields have to be ordered, the wall repaired by the village and everything made ready for the winter.
When open all just want a figure suddenly appears on his way to the village. She leads a horse with it, depends on the sword and shield. The figure is wearing a tabard, but the coat is faded and dirty. You look at the form that they have experienced much must face is scarred and ravaged by time and the view is cloudy and wanders again absently into the distance.
Residents rise and two guards, dressed in green and black occur, with the headman forward.
It welcomes the stranger and asked what he wanted.
The questioned answered if this was the village "Balde", that village whose inhabitants call themselves Baltimore.
He looks around the room and takes the general but not hostile questioning silence rather than reason to keep talking.
He was one of the fallen knights who fight it are tired and looking for a place to rest. He had of "Balde" heard and made out to find it. He hoped to be included here, like so many others before him.
The village head told him he should take a seat and rest a little, he must consult with the community.
So pull the villagers back to the big house and begin the consultation.
Most see no problem in receiving the stranger, since they all arrived here, but some think they are already too many and need to be careful to preserve their identity and anonymity.
It goes like this a while back and forth until finally the village head said:
"We have rejected any of you?"
So the discussion was over, everyone went about their business and the village headman shows the new village, he leads him past the houses shows the fields and leads him through the woods, the last thing he shows him the armory. Here hang the green and black tabards Baltimore 'and swords, shields, axes, .... As the New answers for what they needed the weapons he asked the chief: "Although we are very remote and as simple peasants live so we are all warriors. There are some knights around here who are interested in our country and do not understand our way of life and respect either, so we have to fight back, and there are around a group of people with like-minded, the children of the Greens sun, we support them whenever and wherever we can. "
After some time you can see the stranger at the residence of him doing well. He discards his old tabard and put the green and black of "Balde" in
One fine morning, the community sits back together again as a stranger appears on his way to "Balde" ...
The stranger ... you could be.
First Chronicles of Baltimore
Conquisitore headman Balde