The weather is horrid. Wind whistled through the streets bring the rain that lashed the buildings beating an uneven rythem against the glass windows of Friebergs houses.
A cloaked figure hurries alone, along the wet and slippery road. The dim lantern glowing in the dark night, the small flame scant comfort against the deep, wild darkness of the night.
A light breaks forth from an open door. The sounds of laughter and of drinking can be heard. The figure pauses, looking up at the swinging sign. It is the sign of the "The Unicorn's Lance"
Another gust of wind rips up the street and the rain beats harder against the the buildings. The figure takes one more look around the deserted streets and then boldly steps into the lit doorway....
A 7th Sea based freeform for 15 brave characters for whom heroism is a way of life.
Previously run at Conquest 2003 and Pheno 2005