This is just an Intro for my Character for the Lands of Mythron. Note: He is an Outlaw, I'm merely just showing him leaving the Mythron Kingdom.
Location: Castle of Meids
About this creation
Malisk stood, looking over isolated castle wall, looking down unto the tranquil lands below him. It felt so far away to him as he remembered his solemn oaths to the Kingship of Mythron, his eternal loyalty to one man. He hated it. Everyone was of equal race; why should one family of the 'royalist' blood rule? As he saw the world, he saw a time for liberation of the crown, of the land he loved so much. A time for a group of noble fighters, attaining an equilibrium among people. He saw himself.
" You've been restless these past days my friend." Malisk turned in surprise as he saw his old friend ghosting over him.
"Alsont, why do you do that?" he said in frustration
"Do what? I merely care for you my friend" His eyes looked tired, as he traced Malisk's tense body.
"Do you not feel enslaved? Do you not feeling the encampment of this place? Why do we need spires and castles to justify the King's strength."
"Look Malisk, we've been through this many times, you're actions will be the death of you" The old soldier showed concern in his eye, as he watched his friend ungentle looks.
"You're old my friend, you've been enslaved all your life. I understand your loyalty and your wisdom, but you know as well as I do how this world works"
"I'm doing this for your own good, and the people around you. You have no chance at your goals" The senior warrior showed remorse as he tried to bend a smile at his friend.
"I'm sorry Alsont, but my mind is made"
"You're leaving?" His tone wasn't that of a question but a pitiful statement. "I'm sorry for this you know Malisk"
"It isn't your fault, you have no reason to feel sorry"
Malisk turned on his feet at stealthily headed for the main castle.
"Where are you going?" Alsont demanded as he saw his friend heading towards the upward stairs. "The gates are downstairs." The young warrior turned around, looking grim in the face.
"I'm going to kill the king."
Note: Don't worry, I'm not going to kill the King off. It's merely for the story. He won't succeed at it.