dmronny
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1094 AD; York, Kingdom of England.
Geoffrey quietly led his men through the dark marsh in search of the small band of rebels who had met defeat at his hands earlier that day. Perhaps he would finally gain the recognition he deserved after serving the king so loyally all this time. He had been passed over so many times for other nobles, some of whom had barely participated in the securing of William's kingdom. Every attempt of his to gain any spoils of the war seemed to be stymied by some unseen force at court.
Where could those rebels have escaped to, they couldn't have gone this far into the marsh without leaving a trail. Still there was no sign of them anywhere not a broken branch or a boot print in the muddy soil. Then he realized there was something wrong, it was too quiet. Not a sound could be heard beyond the sloshing of water whenever his party took a step, not even a cricket could be heard.
Geoffrey quietly led his men through the dark marsh in search of the small band of rebels who had met defeat at his hands earlier that day. Perhaps he would finally gain the recognition he deserved after serving the king so loyally all this time. He had been passed over so many times for other nobles, some of whom had barely participated in the securing of William's kingdom. Every attempt of his to gain any spoils of the war seemed to be stymied by some unseen force at court.
Where could those rebels have escaped to, they couldn't have gone this far into the marsh without leaving a trail. Still there was no sign of them anywhere not a broken branch or a boot print in the muddy soil. Then he realized there was something wrong, it was too quiet. Not a sound could be heard beyond the sloshing of water whenever his party took a step, not even a cricket could be heard.
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