Jesterofchaos
Dreamer
I'm still working on my writing. I got a lot of feedback on how to improve my protagonist introduction now I am working on the introduction of my antagonist.
In unison the soldiers in black armor stepped aside and formed an opening in the crowd. In the distance Captain Archuleta could see a huge individual heading towards him. He stood a good head and shoulder taller than the next biggest man. His hair was short, black, with specks of gray. His black and white warpaint gave him the appearance of an angel of death. His breastplate was made completely out of sun bleached human bones with covered his massive corded neck and heavily muscled chest. Every part of his body that wasn't covered by armor was covered in tattoos that resembled Roman numerals. As he walked slowly toward the Arcadian soldiers they could feel the arrogance ooze from every pore of his body. His confidence was unprecedented.
Fear ran over the faces of the men from Arcadia. They were in the presence of Dragoon " The Blood Letter " the most feared champion in the known realms. The mighty champion of Chaotica. His warlord was the reason for the Great Uprising that nearly brought the twelve kingdoms to its knees.
Dragoon stopped a few yards away from his enemies and removed his breastplate and handed it to Maximus his second in command. Then he drew two daggers from his belt and handed them over. Dragoon held out his huge arms and silently looked to the sky while Maximus pulled the daggers across his forehead, chest, back, and arms. Blood slowly began to exude from the self inflicted wounds as it slowly covered his exposed flesh. He looked like a demon emerging from the pits of hell in the dimly lit night.
Dragoon pulled his broad sword from its sheath as he tested the the weapons weight with a series of quick wrist snapping rotations. The broad sword danced in his grip as he slowly began to walk toward the Arcadian soldiers.
In unison the soldiers in black armor stepped aside and formed an opening in the crowd. In the distance Captain Archuleta could see a huge individual heading towards him. He stood a good head and shoulder taller than the next biggest man. His hair was short, black, with specks of gray. His black and white warpaint gave him the appearance of an angel of death. His breastplate was made completely out of sun bleached human bones with covered his massive corded neck and heavily muscled chest. Every part of his body that wasn't covered by armor was covered in tattoos that resembled Roman numerals. As he walked slowly toward the Arcadian soldiers they could feel the arrogance ooze from every pore of his body. His confidence was unprecedented.
Fear ran over the faces of the men from Arcadia. They were in the presence of Dragoon " The Blood Letter " the most feared champion in the known realms. The mighty champion of Chaotica. His warlord was the reason for the Great Uprising that nearly brought the twelve kingdoms to its knees.
Dragoon stopped a few yards away from his enemies and removed his breastplate and handed it to Maximus his second in command. Then he drew two daggers from his belt and handed them over. Dragoon held out his huge arms and silently looked to the sky while Maximus pulled the daggers across his forehead, chest, back, and arms. Blood slowly began to exude from the self inflicted wounds as it slowly covered his exposed flesh. He looked like a demon emerging from the pits of hell in the dimly lit night.
Dragoon pulled his broad sword from its sheath as he tested the the weapons weight with a series of quick wrist snapping rotations. The broad sword danced in his grip as he slowly began to walk toward the Arcadian soldiers.

Myth Weaver