New beginning's chapter 1
The beginnig
Lawrence side stepped a incoming pike just as it struck the soft mud were he was standing not even a single measly second ago. He turned with a towards the weapons clumsy weilder with a impossible speed and brought his scythe down burying deep in his thick skull. Lawrence turned again just to miss a lance which had been thrust hastily in his general direction with a lack of accuracy. He lifted his hand to grab the wooden shaft but instead caught the brass hand guard . He harshly
Twisted it down causing the mans arm to pop completely out of socket and his wrist to be shattered like it was nothing more than a wishbone. The man began screaming hoarsely before Lawrence used his free hand to bring the scythe across the mans throat thick which in turn completely severed his head from his body. A geyser of blood erupted from the stump were the mans had been attached a few moments ago. A splatter of blood landed on Lawrence's right cheek so he snaked his tongue over his his cheek until he had gotten the majority of the red gold off of his cheek. " yuck type b is so fucking disgusting !" He proclaimed to himself . By the time he finished his sentence there was already a frank swinging his mace in a large arc in his direction. He ducked under the weapons path of trajectory and countered the the ill prepared attack by catching the shaft above the handle with the crook of the scythe's purple blade . He sweeped the mans legs out from under neath him with utmost accuracy causing the slightly obese man to fall flat on his back. Lawrence seized the opportunity and grabbed ahold of the mans upper arm which was covered in slightly rusted chain maile and yanked real hard so the mans arm was completely ripped from his body . He then proceeded to beat the man with his own arm until he got bored and began towards his next victim. The slaughter continued in that very manner for the next 3 hours until every enemy had either deserted or was dead, it was just that simple. Lawrence let out a long sigh and blew the hair that was dangling in front of his eyes out of his face so his vision would be once more restored as he walked up the winding forest trail that lead back to head quarters along side the few surviving Nordic troops. To him every body around him looked the same, plain blue uniform with white under cloth and gold highlights with a high collar and tri pointed hat. Well everybody but him. He wore a set of golden shoulder pieces that flowed elegantly up and over his shoulders a bit. on his chest he wore something similar to a corset of sorts only this was made of leather with metal inserts over each one of his ribs . And for his legs and his arms he wore golden bracers with carvings of various animals each of which representing a common trait of a human. And over top of this extravagant piece of armor he wore a gray/gold colored over coat with several large holes and gashes. One thing that was rather surprising and showed just how strong he was Lawrence traversed the rugged terrain with utmost ease even though he was wearing a hundred plus pounds of armor, unlike his counter parts who were gasping desperately for air off of the side of the road.
To Lawrence this was pointless, I mean for Christ's sake these were battle hardened fully trained solider's not some pudgy recruits they should be in better shape he finally concluded to himself . But hey it wasn't his place to say in what physical condition the troops had to be in. In a few minutes time the massive camp slowly came into view as they crested the steep hill which lead down into Nordic camp / base of operations. The camp it's self was made up of a outermost ring of tents which were followed by some shanty wooden buildings which most likely served as a barracks for lower class officers. After that there was about two hundred yards space before another circle of wooden houses which seemed nicer than the other houses towards the edge of camp. And finally right at the center of camp were several stone houses with bright red shingles and a unreal amount of attention to detail with the wood working around the doors and windows. The houses in the center of the camp consisted of a pub , a post office, a general store and a few other not so note worthy buildings., Lawrence began down the steep slope which led into the town which had been hastily converted into a military head quarters. He started across town dragging his scythe behind him leaving a long slide mark all the way down the center of town until I turned off to the left and right into the foreign affairs office. There was a rather loud commotion in the office followed by several loud banging noises and then silence ... After a few minutes Lawrence stepped out on to the busy street of heavily drunken franks a bag of silvers hanging loosely from his belt and a blood stain around his lower lip. He started off down the lonesome road of his completely un aware that in just a short time his path would cross with another path and chance his life. Possibly in a way in which it had never been changed before.