Revenge

[Hrothgar]

Hrothgar lay on the cold dungeon floor vomiting blood and considering what had happened. That fool shall pay for his crimes, i'll have his head... Or Hrm... Perhaps something even better then that...

[Hrothgar]

Hrothgar walked slowly towards the Barons office panting after running endless miles after that fool Grief, but a last Griefs face ended in the mud once Hrothgar caught up with him...


He had to speak with the Baron, the militia was completely leaderless, it was absurd... And with his former experience he would surely get it on the right track..
Gregor dead and Grief out of his mind, the Militia was in need of a leader, after a few hours of discussing matters with the Baron Hrothgar was surprised to see the Baron have him sign a contract which made him officially the Captain of Cove.


A great amount of responcibility came with this rank but yet Hrothgar had faith that he was capable to lead the vast and powerfull militia of Cove. The Baron reached into a drawer in his desk and pulled out an old steel badge, the badge had the official seal of Cove on it and in ancient Latin writing was "Captain". 


The moment Hrothgar forged his Badge into his Tunic he had a crazy thought, "In a position such as this, imagine the things i could do to that poor imbecile, Locke".......   

[Locke DaOrt]

Locke woke sweating and his side throbbing...those coveian guards really worked a number up on him....his side was bleeding quite badly and he was in a state of fevor....he hastily bandaged his side and went to the healers....the healer said his fever would die down now he had taken some mixture but that gash would take some time to heal...he was told that the bandages could be taken off in a few weeks...but in the meantime he shouldnt wear his armor....locke was devistated...this ment he was defenseless....he choose this time to go get drunk