Samuel pulled at the gold embroidered collar as he scanned out over the similarly dressed crowd. He was use to the lavish highborn parties, but that still hasn’t stopped him from disliking the atmosphere that these events carried nor the feeling that eyes were constantly following him. His true identity was still hidden to all except the King’s most trusted and his responses have been practiced to wit’s end, but nevertheless that invisible weight remained on his shoulders.
“Perhaps father’s paranoia is finally rubbing off on me,” Samuel muttered to himself as he picked a small glass of summerwine from the tray of a passing server, taking a small sip. The Mirran remained at the edge of the party as he nursed the drink, not wanting to entice any unwanted conversations. The party wasn’t a masquerade, but the Prince felt like he was still wearing one of the many different masks he had in his repertoire. For this event he was the son of Grand Sentinel Cain, and was an fledgling diplomat, studying under Melfian courts; a nice set of lies that will keep any noble satisfied.
Samuel caught himself pulling at his collar once again, and stopped himself before anyone else noticed the out of place behavior. Samuel took a glimpse of the setting sun and sighed quietly. The party still has hours to go, and it wasn’t helping that Aslatiel wasn’t anywhere to be seen either. When the Prince spoke with him a few days ago, he promised he would be here at the beginning; it has been a few hours already, and the bastard still hasn’t showed up. Samuel took another swallow of the sweet wine, eagerly waiting for the event’s end.
Samuel was raised in isolation for the majority of his childhood; a decision by his father, who was the current ruler of Mirrah, as a way of keeping the lineage a secret from his enemies. But his father cared little actually for Samuel, as he just had him as his “successor” and tried to keep Samuel ruling the exact same way as before. Samuel read often as a child as they were his only access to the outside world. This gave him a naive personality and he was obsessed with knights and the concepts of honor and chivalry. He would often state that he wanted to be a knight instead of a king, but his father would always shoot down the idea, telling him that he has a role that he must perform, and being a knight wasn’t one of them. As a teenager, he usually would sneak out of the confines of his quarters and allowed areas of the castle to reach the common markets as well as the barracks of the Royal Guard, where he eventually met Aslatiel, who agreed to train him in combat and the he became Samuel’s first true friend and one of the few that he actually had in Mirrah. Once Samuel grew older, from a late teenager til he ran away, he eventually gained more freedoms and ‘privileges,’ including being able to practice in the art of combat, something that he had already been doing for 3 years. But his relationship with his father never improved, actually deteriorating as Samuel wanted to chase after both Aslatiel and Lucatiel, who he had an affection towards.
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Samuel was a son of an Innkeeper in rural Carim. Most of his young childhood was uneventful, but spent most of the time that he wasn’t working in the inn or the fields behind it, he spent it either reading the few books he had or listening to the stories told by Carimian knights and adventurers that would rest at the inn. Sam wanted to join the ranks and become like one of those who walked through the door of the inn, desiring adventure and excitement. After futile attempts to talk him out of it, Samuel’s father and mother sent the boy alongside one of the traveling knights to be one of the many apprentice squires at the ruling baron’s keep at the age of 14. His father also gave Sam a simple parrying dagger, something that the man said he won in a bet and should give him luck. Samuel squired and learned to fight in the classical Carimian style of dual blades, using both his father’s parrying dagger and the etsoc given to him when he arrived, until he was found with the dark sign on his neck and was banished to the fallen land of Lordran at the age of 16.
ModernAU
Born in 1989, Samuel Miller was the son of a businessman, who was often away traveling and leave him with his mother. He attended a private K-12 school, where he met Aslatiel, one of his closest friends during his childhood. He did moderately well in classes, and was part of the theater performance group as well as a varsity tennis player during highschool. When he wasn’t doing homework, or going to theater or tennis practice, Samuel would often be at the small arcade near the school, dumping quarters into arcade cabinets like Street Fighter 2 and Time Crisis. Sam gained an affection towards drama and acting, something that carried with him as he joined community theater groups and decided to go to college to become a Drama teacher, even though his father told him that if he did, Samuel would have to pay for it himself.
[Hey, everyone!! Remember when I had that drabble giveaway and stuff? Yeah, well I finally finished them! So I will start posting periodically the different drabbles, each are about 1500-2500 words. God, I am so sorry to the winners for the MASSIVE delay, but things have been getting in my way as well as I kept on rewriting the things from scratch. Well this is the first one, which was lettere-da-sopra-la-pioggia request, was a giant war scene! This one was remade about 4 different times, but I finally have one that I like enough to post! So here it is!!
Samuel could feel his heart pounding as his squadron held their ground from the charging Forossan forces, his eyes peering from behind the mask of God. The line faced the charging enemies, each knight donning the same armor as Sam. The force of a hundred men, the actions of one. The young prince squire moved his leg to feel the comforting lightness of his rapier resting against his waist; Aslatiel wouldn't allow him to go into battle without wielding the Greatsword of the Royal Knight as he didn't want to raise questions. But it wasn't the time to think, it was the time to act.
The Lion Knights were upon them, and a knight cried with the voice of Aslatiel as he took the first knight, slicing the warrior’s legs before swinging the large blade down upon the helm, Kremmel’s visage unwavering. This action spurred the others into action, the cries mirroring that of Aslatiel’s, and each took their opponent with shouts and clanging metal filling the air.. With a shiver, Sam joined the charge, targeting a lone knight. As they clashed, Sam looked at the unknown knight that was his enemy before swinging the hefty blade again, strikes clashing against one another. But with a simple twist of his wrist, Samuel trapped the opponent’s longsword within the handle of the greatsword, tearing it away before cutting the man down.
However, the prince didn't have a chance to view about what has happened, another armored knight was upon him. Blocking the vicious blows with his small circular shield, Samuel returned the attack, swinging his shield against his attacker before thrusting the large blade like a rapier, piercing both the Forossan’s armor and flesh. And as the lifeless body fell, another charged to take his place, and the cycle repeated again and again. Adrenaline running through his veins, Samuel couldn't feel the gashes form on his arms and torso.
The low yet sharp cry of a familiar female caused the prince to quickly focus on the outcry, spotting the dame 10 meters away fighting back three different Forossans’ combined assault. Gritting his teeth in anger and determination, Samuel pushed away his current opponent and charged towards Lucatiel, slamming the edge of his shield into the helm of the first knight, knocking him towards the ground; the Forossan didn't rise. The second of Lucatiel’s attackers turned his attention towards Samuel, swinging wildly. As the two blades crashed into each other, the Forossan pushed his blade down, sparks flying as the knight got closer towards Samuel. As the blades locked at the hilts, The Lion Knight swung his head back before crashing it into the mask of Kremmel, knocking it off of the prince’s head and stunning him as Samuel tried to regain his bearings. Taking advantage of his opponent’s situation, the Forossan pull away from Samuel, ripping the greatsword from his grasp and flinging it far away. All the prince could do was watch him as the knight prepare to run him though.
And suddenly the Forossan was several meters in the air, the tip of a blade protruding from his front, before he was forcibly slammed into the earth, Lucatiel pulling her blade from the corpse when she was done. As she looked up towards him, her mask also gone,, Luctiel’s eyes were that of frustration and anger as she glared at Samuel. “What the hell were you doing?”
“Wha-what?” Samuel could only stammer out, already reaching for his rapier.
“I was fine on my own. You could have gotten yourself killed by charging like that,” Lucatiel spoke harshly, her eyes darting to each side, before catching sight of another enemy knight and turning towards her next opponent “Eyes up, Sam!”
“You were fine on your own; you had three enemies bearing down on you!” Samuel mocked her as he turned forward as well. The Royal Order was faring well against the opponent, but it was only the front lines. More would come. Raising his rapier to the ready, Samuel awaited his next opponent that was charging towards him. Stomach, legs, or head; their armor is weak there.
“I had three opponents, and I was doing fine!” The dame sneered as she took on the Forossan in stride, knocking his strike away while striking him with one of her own. The knight didn't have much of a chance, and was knocked away from her powerful swing.
Their conversations ended, and the only noises emitting from them were grunts and yells; the occasional warning. They were pushing back the Forossan forces, the simple foot soldiers stood not a chance against Mirran’s greatest. But as Samuel could feel himself catching a second breath, he heard a cry of warning, perhaps Jeremiah? But the word, singular and sharp, just like its intentions, cut into Samuel as he looked towards the hills past the fields where they were positioned.
“ARCHERS!!!”
Masks still facing forward, the Mirrans began to reluctantly retreat whilst still fighting the foot soldiers. They didn't want to give away their favorable position, but the arrows would be too much of a threat to ignore. As the first knight reached the castle gates, arrows, too many to count, peppered the sky and came crashing down, piercing both Mirrans and Forossans without prejudice. Bodies fell, the prince wouldn't know who until they collected their dead, and the knights retreated at a great pace, some abandoning their current opponent as another volley was launched.
Seeing his brothers and sisters in arms turn and retreat towards him, Samuel could feel himself turning as well, moving without truly realizing it. However, as he turned, he caught a glimpse of her, staying her ground. Lucatiel was preoccupied to take heed of what was going around her, focusing on the towering knight fighting against her. The knight was different, dwarfing her as he swung a hunk of iron, roughly the size of the prince himself, that one couldn't call a blade at her. Dodging the blade; trying to block the sword’s path would most likely end in her chest being separated from her torso, Lucatiel brought her own weapon down on the knight’s calf, cutting through the knight’s armor. As the towering figure was brought to his knees before the dame, she leaned back before thrusting the blade through her enemy’s chest, a foot placed upon his breast as Lucatiel tore her blade free and watched the foe fall.
Caught up in watching her fight, Samuel didn't notice the volley of arrows flying through the air until he heard the high-pitched whistling as the approached their location. Lucatiel still did not notice the arrows nor his cries for cover, her eyes trained on the fallen Forossan. Bitting his lip, the prince charged the dame without thinking twice; there was a promise that he was determined to keep. Knocking her towards the ground, Samuel arched over the surprised dame as he felt the sharp sting of an arrow hitting his shoulder and arm.
“You.. are required at the gate…” The prince breathed as he offered a hand towards Lucatiel, who took it with merely a glare; he could have her thanks later. Helping her from the ground, Samuel moved slowly, moving his hand to break off the shafts of the arrows, not noticing the rushing soldier, blade aimed for his throat.
And the blade was intercepted by a Greatsword of Mirran make, twisting the metal away before striking the owner with impunity. A gloved hand came into the prince’s view, grabbing him by the shoulder as the other snapped the shaft of the arrows in two. Each time an arrow was shifted, Samuel bit his lip in pain, keeping himself from yelping. Once the knight was finished, a laugh emitted from behind the mask, and a familiar snarky tone began to speak.
“Both of you are like toddlers; always need an adult to lead you around blindly or you'll just hurt yourself. Hahaha, Samuel, I believe that I warned you about this. Now how do you plan on hiding your wound? It matters not, as we need to hurry back towards the gate; if you don’t hurry, then you will surely be shut out.” Aslatiel spoke as he turned his back towards the two, heading towards the gate without a care for them. He did his part.
“Such a charmer…” Samuel muttered to his companion, turning towards her only to see that she rushed off, charging past her walking brother. As she pushed through back towards the gate, the prince watched her take on different Forossans in stride, cutting them down one by one. With a sigh, Samuel began to follow them, confronting any knight that stood in his way.
Making towards the gate, the prince saw that the group entering was significantly smaller than those who came out with him. With a breath to steady himself, Samuel rushed forward, passing through the defending Royal knights as well as the lower ranked warriors, maskless and wielding axes and swords. The gate was already beginning to shut and the Forossan forces became fewer and fewer, knowing that they couldn't push through the gate. Above them, archers felled arrows into the opposing tide, trying to fell as many as possible, hopefully to force a retreat.
Samuel wandered until he found his two companions, Lucatiel arguing with her brother. As the prince was seen, Aslatiel broke conversation and turned towards him, his mouth visible under his tilted mask. “Samuel! Come here, I need something of you. Take my sister and head towards the infirmary; you both need some help,” he spoke calmly, his hand placed on the royal’s shoulder. He was about to speak again when cries came from ontop the walls.
“Reinforcements are approaching!! They plan to scale the walls!!”
There was silence, if only for a beat, then more news came, news that chilled the Mirran knights.
“Leading them is the Terrible Mercenary of Forossa, Mad Beast Vengarl!!”
Murmurs ran through the ranks as news of the feared warrior settled into place. The undefeated fighter; the warrior who can shrug off greatarrows and 5 blades at once; the one where even lions cower in his presence. How are we suppose to defeat a beast like him??
Samuel looked up towards his brother in arms, his mentor, to see his reaction. A thrilling smile had crept over his face, white teeth glimmering as he gripped his blade tightly. The prince never saw his friend like that, and became almost frightened by his appearance. Aslatiel’s arm moved away from Samuel’s shoulder as he lowered his own mask, blood from the boy’s wounded shoulder brushed onto the modeled beard. Turning back towards the shut gate, the captain of the Royal Guard spoke softly, quiet like a knife in the dark.
“Go. Now. They need their captain, and anyways, I think I can finally have some fun…Heh heh heh…”
☭ Eyes up, Sammy! Our enemies won't pull as many punches as I.
Send ☭ for a vs. battle quote to your muse
(( Ohhhhh, Aslatiel vs young Samuel! Yessss))
• Battle intro: “Oh, yes! My apologies! Here I come!”
• Victory: “I- I won?!? Did you go easy on me?”
• Defeat: “Ow! I give, I give! I wasn’t ready for that!”
• Assist: “Let me show you what I can do!!”
• Taunt: “Your sister’s words hit harder than your strikes, friend.”
• Reacting to Taunt: “I.. That’s…. Shut up and just fight me!”
• Flee: “Stop! Arrêtez! I surrender, Aslatiel!”
• Reacting to Flee: “Shouldn’t be teaching me how to fight, not how to give in?”
• Tie: “Gods, I’m sore…. I don’t think I can practice anymore today Aslatiel…”
• Perfect Victory: “Please tell me that this is all you have to offer me… How did you even get in the Knight’s Order?” ((Ha, Samuel pulling off a perfect on Aslatiel at this age and state? Not gonna happen.))
• Finishing Move: Rolling under his mentor’s horizontal swing, Samuel pops himself up and swings the dulled blade at Aslatiel’s leg. “I have you now!” As he falls, Samuel plants his foot on top of Alsatiel’s hand and points his blade at his throat. “I do believe that this is a victory for me. I’ve gotten quite good since we first started, haven’t I?” Samuel asked his mentor and close friend with a grin as he released the pressure and offered a hand to Aslatiel.
Pick a artist/album/OST and I will randomly pick a song and create a starter based on it
Song: Harder Better Faster (jfc)
"Well son, what do you think?"
Young Samuel stared at awe at his father’s new creation. When he asked his dad to make the next company product based on knights, he never thought he would get his wish. He always loved knights and constantly read stories about them. Always saving the day and winning the pretty princess. When asked what he wanted to do when he was older, the son of the CEO of the leading technology company replied, “A knight in shining armor!”
The humanoid robot looked just like the heroic knights that Samuel read in the storybooks. Clothed in shining metal and a pure white cape, the Android looked perfect in the child’s eyes. Even the head of the robot was shaped like a knights helmet, with the visual sensors where the visor silt was.
"This is the Higher Eidos-Intellect Delation Enforcer, or the H.E.I.D.E. Knight for short. This new category in the Enforcer series is focused on passive-zone protection. We will be selling these to security agencies, police stations, and private clients this coming month." Samuel’s father continued on, telling him about the different functions of the robot, but he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was to stare at the new knight. But his gaze was broken when his father asked him the most important question.
"Would you like to see it turned on?"
Samuel began to shake his head up and down with fervor, eyes wide with glee. Nearly unable to contain his excitement, the boy darted his eyes between his father motioning at a worker to turn on the android and at the knight coming to life, the visor lighting up with a bright white color.
