Post by William Lockwood III on Aug 1, 2013 1:14:50 GMT
A figure known as a man, or should I say, a man with black hair with a bit of grey styled in a slick type of hairstyle and wearing a white buttoned-up suit jacket with white slacks to accompany his black formal shoes. He looked as if he was pushing fifty. That man went by the name of William Kennedy Lockwood III, Son of William Lockwood Jr., the most skilled English Stick Fighter in the British Empire, and he proceeded to head to his quarters after a local quarterstaff tournament that he had went to in order to prove his fighting skills is superior to his fathers. Why, one would say a silver trophy in his hand with his staff on the other can say he came home second place, losing to an even MORE superior stickfighter. But he didn't care that he came second place or winning the tournament. It's all about skill and how you fight with the quarterstaff. Now that is good sportsmanship. But then, a blunt pain in the region of his head was caused. Two. Three. That was the sign of cephalalgia, or in other words, a headache. William placed both four fingers on his forehead with his thumb curling around onto his staff.
"All of that quarreling at that stick fighting tournament must have took a lot out of me.", William said, "I believe I require rest." And so, William treaded his steps to the stairs and approached his bedroom that was all luxurious. Walking inside, William placed his second place trophy on the dresser and his quarterstaff by the side of his bed, his back feeling the impact of the smooth structure of the mattress as he closed his eyes, sending himself into a deep rest. Another day would come.
That is, a day that will cause a terrible impact on William's life, which we will soon forget. His eyes opened as he let his whole upper body sit up and his feet collided with the floor, making it look like he was standing up. His hands rose straight up as he let out a long yawn. That was a good rest. A rest that gave him a sudden deficit in his memory, identified by him looking around the whole place as if he didn't even recognize his own quarters anymore. Then, as soon as he said those three words...
"Where am I?"
...Amnesia had suddenly took over him, but not his way of fighting.
Taking his quarterstaff he laid beside his bed, he examined it for a moment and executed some quick swings of English Stick Fighting. Yep. Amnesia didn't take over his way of fighting. At least. William now knew exactly what to do; cure this loathsome amnesia, and the only way how is to seek his old memories... With that goal in mind, he leaves his residence with the quarterstaff named Pastless in hand!
"All of that quarreling at that stick fighting tournament must have took a lot out of me.", William said, "I believe I require rest." And so, William treaded his steps to the stairs and approached his bedroom that was all luxurious. Walking inside, William placed his second place trophy on the dresser and his quarterstaff by the side of his bed, his back feeling the impact of the smooth structure of the mattress as he closed his eyes, sending himself into a deep rest. Another day would come.
That is, a day that will cause a terrible impact on William's life, which we will soon forget. His eyes opened as he let his whole upper body sit up and his feet collided with the floor, making it look like he was standing up. His hands rose straight up as he let out a long yawn. That was a good rest. A rest that gave him a sudden deficit in his memory, identified by him looking around the whole place as if he didn't even recognize his own quarters anymore. Then, as soon as he said those three words...
"Where am I?"
...Amnesia had suddenly took over him, but not his way of fighting.
Taking his quarterstaff he laid beside his bed, he examined it for a moment and executed some quick swings of English Stick Fighting. Yep. Amnesia didn't take over his way of fighting. At least. William now knew exactly what to do; cure this loathsome amnesia, and the only way how is to seek his old memories... With that goal in mind, he leaves his residence with the quarterstaff named Pastless in hand!