Hi all, the reason i wrote this is because i have read jeros's and a few other stories, and i loved em so much i wanted to add to em(even though i cant hope to match some of the obvious writing talent here). so heres my attempt... --- back to the frontier --- It was a beautiful summers day, the rich green of the trees and grass, the sun overhead in the azure sky. The sound of birds could be heard not far off, interrupted every now and again by the sound of a young minstrel practicing. "Yes, it really is a beautiful day." thought Dukat in his absent minded mood. Riding through Cearwent was always the same, everything seemed calm and serene, almost too calm, considering the hell that awaited him in the frontiers. He put the thought aside and began to concentrate on the 'now' rather than the future, as his mentor had once taught him all that time ago. Reaching the prydwen bridge took the better part of the day, and it was dark as he came up on the guard position. The guards came to attention as he passed, this brought a small smile, as Dukat had no real rank among the guards, but had helped them fend off an attack from the undead as a teenager, and had gained a certain amount of respect with these men who had watched him turn from a mere teenage fighter, to a Paladin of the Church, and eventually earned the title 'Templar' out in the far off Isles of avalon, on the battlefields of Krondon. The highlander shuddered at the thought, yet again trying to forget the hell that had both made him, and threatened to destroy him. The Mines of Krondon where considered hell of earth to those who had seen them, Ogre's twice the size of the tallest highlander swarmed in the place, and to even get there you had to pass the countless sentries on the walls. Yes, that place was not one of the memories he liked to remember. Coming to Prydwen keep was a relief, for paladins are not reknown for thier horse riding abilities, and Dukat had been riding all day to get here from his home town of Jeneva. He greeted the man at the gate as he gave his horse to the stable master. "Well met, Jeros my old friend" he said as he approached, the man at the gate was a highlander like Dukat and yet he seemed to always have a grace and charm about him that was uncanny to behold; for Jeros was a Minstrel. Jeros and Dukat had been good friends for a long time, Jeros had helped Dukat train before he went off to abermenai, the first time Dukat had seen combat. He had advanced from the low ranks fairly quickly, and eventually caught Jeros up when they met up and fought for the first time side by side in defence of Caledonia, where the warriors of midgard had been thrown back again and again, forced back to thier last foothold. Now both had aged considerably, and niether had met since they reached thier fiftieth season, back in Krondon, when Dukat was sent on to the Frontiers, and Jeros to Darkness Falls. "Dukat, its been too long" said Jeros as they headed for the barracks, the paladin nodded "That it has, when do we leave for the border?" Jeros smirked "Whats this? a paladin going into battle before he's had a decent meal? wonders never cease!" Dukat laughed at this as Jeros continued "We should arrive at Castle Sauvage before midday tomorrow, and hadrians at the end of the day, all being well." Dukat nodded "ahh good, what of the fall of benowyc?" Cear benowyc had fallen to the barbarian masses the night before, and the forces of albion where rallying a force to retake it. "The scouts report light defences, although the hibernians tried to assault it this morning, the attack was repulsed by a single midgardian group, a scout managed to rip this from one of the lumbering troll's tunic" Jeros brought out a peice of rough threaded cloth with an emblem on it, the banner was a distinctive blue and yellow behind the substantial amount of blood and grit. "Noldy Pride" Dukat said with a grimace, Jeros went on "Yes it does look like it, doesnt it? this may make the fight a costly one, but I'm confident we will come through it, Alcione is planning the raid with Earath and Arterion now." Dukat lightened up at this "How many of us will be on the assault?" Jeros just shrugged and replied "when we get to Sauvage my friend, its been a long day, get some sleep. Your quarters are at the end of the hall, I will meet you at the stable master tomorrow at sunrise" Dukat nodded and walked down the hall muttering somthing about "his" sunrise being a good hour later than "Jeros's".