The Bandit King
- November 9th, 2011
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It had become obvious to Victor that the king wanted him dead.
Silver armor, gold-clad chains and buckles supporting his Royal blue silken cloak. Standing at the entrance of a city full with exiled criminals.
Despite the revulsion for the man sitting on the throne, the knight trudged onward. Thoughts of duty and responsibility forced him to continue walking. Duty to the people, to keep them safe, to serve the interest of the kingdom. There was no doubt that this would be a nearly suicidal task. Thirty years ago it would have been an assignment for an entire Fang.
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