[color=a36209][h3]Ordam[/h3][/color] [sup]Location: Outer Palisades - Interior[/sup][hr]

	Ordam found a window looking towards the interior of the castle, it was a pitiful sight of what was once a great keep. Sections of the keep had collapsed and fallen. One of the towers leaned to the side lazily, a stiff breeze whould threaten to knock down. Gold gilded stone and immaculate marble statues lay on the court yard grounds, with creeper vines growing across them like fingers trying to drag them back into the earth. Those vines would take years to grow up and across the statues that way, how long had he sat in the armory? It didnt matter really did it? he had to get to the keep. Although he was entirely unsure as to why.

	He walked through the halls of the defenses for a while longer before he found a way down. It was a long stair running to the ground floor, finally. But there was a guard standing at the base of the stairs staring out at the courtyard. He was a little farther away he was surely better armed and armored than the half rotten soldier he had fought before, a knight of some kind more than likely. He looked formidable carrying a long spear and heavy shield. However the knight's back was to him, and his rifle should punch through the armor easily. Ordam leaned his sword against the wall next to him, in easy reach should he miss or not kill the knight out right. He knelt down bringing his rifle to bear.

	He zeroes in on the knight's back, a clean shot through the heart should put the knight down for good. His finger squeezes the trigger slowly until there is a click and a flash of sparks next to him as the flint ignits the powder. A sharp crack echoes through the halls and across the otherwise quiet courtyard. The Knight stumbles several steps forward as a chunk of his side is blasted from his body. The bullet missed its mark but still tore a sizeable portion from the knight's belly. The knight whirled on Ordam and charged up the stairs with alarming speed. Ordam dropped his rifle to the ground and hefted his sword readying for the knight.

	He was less groggy now, more confident in his movements and when the knight reached him he fought with vigor and ability. Unfortnately the kight did as well. The two traded blows, Ordam used his body armor to turn the spear while trying to strike the knight in return, but the knight expertly used his shield stopping each blow before it could land. The two where locked like this for a while, but the Knight's shield was a simple wooden one that could not take the repeated hammering of Ordam's sword. The knight's shield shattered under a risky blow by Ordam, the blow would have left him open if the sword did not cleave through the shield and the knight's arm, cleanly severing it just below the elbow. 

	The knight hardly seemed to notice, though thrown off balance. Ordam pressed his advantage, getting greedy for the kill. He struck again, heavy and slow the knight caught blow with his armor. The blade bit deep into the chest plate but not deep enough and the knight replied with a sweep of his spear, the sharp point digging a furrow into Ordam's leg. He cursed with surprise and pain before he wrenched the blade free and came in again, determined to put the knight down. He swept the knight's spear, cutting through the haft and sending the sharp point skittering across the stone. Ordam swept the blade again burying the blade into the knight's helm. 

	With the knight slain he recovered his rifle and sat against the wall, tired and bleeding. He wound scraps of cloth from the knights clothes around his wounds and reloaded his gun. All he could think was getting to the keep, a dash through the courtyard and defeat any guards before claiming his prize...

	Prize? what was in the keep? wealth? artefacts? he didnt know, but the keep was his goal for whatever reason.