Foundations of Fictions: Bad writing prompt – Too much information
Medieval Knight
You heard him ages before you saw him.
First the earth shaking crash as he half jumped and half fell off his horse. Then the rhythmic clatter as he stomped into the keep, sounding like a one man clash of armies marching inexorably onward. After clattering into the great hall, he removed his helmet stained in blood and rust, and absently threw it at his squire who fell on his stomach attempting to catch it.
His coal black hair was caked to his head in sweat and blood. Looking at the people arrayed around him, his casual arrogance oozed off him like treacle. His thin mustache and lopsided sneer chilled a hall that was otherwise deep in the heart of summer.
His armor, held on by a seemingly endless number of leather buckles was carefully removed one at a time. He waited with barely contained patience as servants worked to free him from his metal cage.
When wine arrived, he roughly pushed one servant out of the way so that he could get to it. Eschewing the goblet, he went straight for the bottle and upended it, finishing half it’s contents in one pull.
Leave a Reply