During a late night across the land of Calradia, Dalfador peered out from the walls of Reyvadin, seeing if it was safe to escort his caravan of defenseless orphans across the plains, to refuge in Tilbaut castle. Scouts reported in of an Astralis scout party further off in the eastern mountains. The Grandmaster looked to the starving orphans, depending on the income of this caravan to feed both them and their families. He knew he had to try, or many of the orphans would not make it through the winter.
And so it happened. Leading the caravan at the front, Dalfador stepped off of his white stallion and walked, to show that he was no more important than the lowest of class there. The caravan left the safety of Reyvadin. Moving at a mere 11 KMH. The orphans had to work hard to tote the many goods around.
While the Grandmaster was watching a documentary about the horrors of SeaWorld at about one in the morning, the barbarians decided it was time to mobilize their raiding party. Once finished with his documentary at about two thirty in the morning, Dalfador spotted the party approaching swiftly, and immediately ordered the turn around of the caravan. He put an orphan boy on his stallion, and slapped it back to Reyvadin, instructing the boy to have the gates ready for a swift entrance. Laughing to himself, Dalfador said, "These dogs think the Grandmaster old and senile. I will not have this party butchered by a group of mongrels."
And so the chase ensued for a long while... the Astralis party only Kilometers behind, Dalfador prepared a militia just incase. Their weapons? Ruined clubs and Ruined Practice Longswords; the caravans have had to make due with what they can, while the army receives the superior gear.
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loginWith the gates of of Reyvadin in the distance, it was now sunrise and Dalfador spotted the orphan boy (strangely now wearing 19th century spanish swashbuckler garb, wielding a rapier in one hand) rearing the White Stallion atop the walls of the city.
Dalfador shed tears of joy as the Caravan passed through the gates, avoiding a massacre.
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loginSeeing the Astralis dogs round the hillcrest outside the city, Dalfador removed his gauntlets and prepared a pose:
He then trotted into the city, and gave each orphan a pot of honey, and some leather to make new shoes.
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