ChaosDreamer
05-02-2006, 05:48 PM
The sun was setting over the Reik as Otto walked the battlement of Altdorf. His adopted city for nearly 30 years, it has served him in both his times of triumph and times of shame. The air smelled of a thousand different things, the bread from the merchants quarter, the tinge of magic from the different schools, and on breezes from the south, the stench from the beggars quarter. He looked out, as if to see what would become of the rest of his days.
“Ahem… meh’ Lord…. You have been requested at the palace at your earliest convenience.” the lad said with a sparkle of awe in his eyes.
“My thanks, young squire. I shall be there shortly” Otto replied with a smile on his face.
He knew the kids parents and was proud that they allowed their son to be a squire to Gunther Harriger. Gunther had earned his rank when he was a lad of 18, which to this day is a record within the order. The thoughts of galloping to war once more and smite the enemies of the Emperor was actually making Otto smile for the first time in months. Taking one last look at the Reik he smiled and set off to the palace to see what the summons was for.
“Ah, there he is,” the tall figure said with a wolfish grin on his face, “This is the one I was telling you about Illya. This is Otto Reins, First Knight of the Inner Circle of the Reiksguard. His battle record is impressive along with his knowledge of most of the threats that face our dear Empire.”
Immediately Otto dropped to his right knee, bowed his head, and clasped his hand into a ball and smacked it against his chest. “My life for Sigmar, to Karl Franz the beloved Emperor and chosen of Sigmar, and to the Reiksguard” he toned.
“I see,” the man known as Illya stated, “Tell me, Otto was it? What have you fought in your years within the Reiksguard?”
“I have traveled to the lands of the kings of old and faced them as they rose from their crypts to claim our souls for disturbing their slumber. I have seen the vile race which dwells below and spans the entire Old World, as some of the Swear Jacks will swear to. I have aided our allies in Kislev during the attack from one of the champions of the accursed four. I was also at the battle of Black Fire Pass, when the Emperor defeated the Orc horde.” Otto said with his head still bowed.
“I am in service of someone with skills that match your own and the Reiksmarshal is ever so kind to allow me to borrow your services Otto Reins. I am Illya Mikhailov, Lord of the Emperors Inquisition. Will you serve me and to whom I ask you to obey Otto?” the Inquisitor inquired.
“So long as you require aid from the Reiksguard, my life and skills will be at your disposal Lord Inquisitor” Otto said.
For the years he spent in Altdorf, he had heard of the Inquisition and the things they did to those that they found lacking. He was proud to be the one chosen to go with them, and possibly learn their ways to further his own skills. Though his life now would be far more dangerous he cared not, he was not in control of his life and hasn’t been since he joined his order. His life was for Sigmar and his chosen to decide, and he would obey without hesitation or question.
“Lord Inquisitor, will I have time to venture home and collect some of my possessions before my service commences to you” Otto asked. He had been planning on seeing his family for months now.
“Of course,” He said with a smile, “When you return, merely meet me here at the Palace. I will be here for a few more weeks as my business with the Emperor and the Reiksmarshal here isn’t finished yet.”
Otto got up and bowed once more before excusing himself.
“Ahem… meh’ Lord…. You have been requested at the palace at your earliest convenience.” the lad said with a sparkle of awe in his eyes.
“My thanks, young squire. I shall be there shortly” Otto replied with a smile on his face.
He knew the kids parents and was proud that they allowed their son to be a squire to Gunther Harriger. Gunther had earned his rank when he was a lad of 18, which to this day is a record within the order. The thoughts of galloping to war once more and smite the enemies of the Emperor was actually making Otto smile for the first time in months. Taking one last look at the Reik he smiled and set off to the palace to see what the summons was for.
“Ah, there he is,” the tall figure said with a wolfish grin on his face, “This is the one I was telling you about Illya. This is Otto Reins, First Knight of the Inner Circle of the Reiksguard. His battle record is impressive along with his knowledge of most of the threats that face our dear Empire.”
Immediately Otto dropped to his right knee, bowed his head, and clasped his hand into a ball and smacked it against his chest. “My life for Sigmar, to Karl Franz the beloved Emperor and chosen of Sigmar, and to the Reiksguard” he toned.
“I see,” the man known as Illya stated, “Tell me, Otto was it? What have you fought in your years within the Reiksguard?”
“I have traveled to the lands of the kings of old and faced them as they rose from their crypts to claim our souls for disturbing their slumber. I have seen the vile race which dwells below and spans the entire Old World, as some of the Swear Jacks will swear to. I have aided our allies in Kislev during the attack from one of the champions of the accursed four. I was also at the battle of Black Fire Pass, when the Emperor defeated the Orc horde.” Otto said with his head still bowed.
“I am in service of someone with skills that match your own and the Reiksmarshal is ever so kind to allow me to borrow your services Otto Reins. I am Illya Mikhailov, Lord of the Emperors Inquisition. Will you serve me and to whom I ask you to obey Otto?” the Inquisitor inquired.
“So long as you require aid from the Reiksguard, my life and skills will be at your disposal Lord Inquisitor” Otto said.
For the years he spent in Altdorf, he had heard of the Inquisition and the things they did to those that they found lacking. He was proud to be the one chosen to go with them, and possibly learn their ways to further his own skills. Though his life now would be far more dangerous he cared not, he was not in control of his life and hasn’t been since he joined his order. His life was for Sigmar and his chosen to decide, and he would obey without hesitation or question.
“Lord Inquisitor, will I have time to venture home and collect some of my possessions before my service commences to you” Otto asked. He had been planning on seeing his family for months now.
“Of course,” He said with a smile, “When you return, merely meet me here at the Palace. I will be here for a few more weeks as my business with the Emperor and the Reiksmarshal here isn’t finished yet.”
Otto got up and bowed once more before excusing himself.