Gudmund se sentait traîné par le petit vieil homme vers une maison. Ce n'était en aucun cas quelque chose qu'il voulait respecter, et donc, il s'est mis à rebuffler le petit vieil homme brouillé. Il a saisi ses doigts et les a serrés de sa chemise, se libérant de l'emprise du petit vieil homme, lentement, mais sûrement. Les doigts du petit vieil homme ont commencé à se redresser alors que Gudmund continuait à serrer. Ses mains osseuses ne correspondaient guère aux mains plus fortes et développées de Gudmund, comme on devrait s'y attendre de quelqu'un qui s'entraîne avec un chevalier. "Je n'ai pas le temps pour ça!" Il cria au petit vieil homme, se libérant de son emprise et repoussant le vieil homme.
Gudmund avait déjà perdu beaucoup d'avances et n'était pas aussi proche des premiers rangs qu'auparavant. "Allez vous cacher à l'intérieur! Tu ne seras tué que" Il a crié. Il a attrapé le vieil homme et l'a fouetté autour pour faire face à la porte qu'il avait auparavant été le traîner vers, et Gudmund lui a donné une bonne pelle vers elle. "Il n'y a pas de place pour vous ici! C'est dangereux!" Il était surtout irrité d'avoir pris son temps, alors qu'il perdait le premier rang.
Avec cela, Gudmund se tourna et courut de nouveau vers le front. Plus il s'approchait, plus il devenait déterminé à obtenir la chance de charger directement les murs et de dégager un chemin pour ses compagnons croisés. Il courait beaucoup de croisés pour arriver au front. Heureusement, il n'arrêtait pas d'avancer. Il était jeune et désireux d'y arriver. Dans quelques années encore, il pouvait gagner son Chevalier, ou même le gagner maintenant, alors qu'il était encore en Terre Sainte. Un tel progrès était presque inouï sous son seigneur, mais il ne resterait pas sous son seigneur. C'était son rêve de rester en Terre Sainte en tant que défenseur, peut-être même de devenir un seigneur d'une région de Terre Sainte.
Gudmund a finalement atteint le front alors que les Normands continuaient à labourer tout ce qui se trouvait dans leur sillage. Leurs pieds et leurs jambes étaient couverts de sang et ils ont laissé des marques sur le sol. Gudmund ne faisait pas exception. Le sang tacheait aussi ses vêtements. Ses bottes tournaient d'une couleur différente, comme le sang a câblé et séché sur le cuir. Son bouclier de cerf-volant avait plusieurs frottis sanglants et une marque qui ressemblait à quelqu'un avait été forcé de manger le bouclier. Peu importe à quel point ils avaient tous l'air horribles, tout le monde continuait à s'égarer en avant, sans abandonner quand la fin était si proche. Toute la ville serait la leur et toute la Terre Sainte.
Name: Gudmund Tollak
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Race: Human, European
Personality: Dedicated. He was raised as a fighter and tends to give a lot of effort to everything. He likes to focus on one thing at a time and can get a little frustrated when multiple tasks are unloaded on him at once, but can still operate. He is very big on following rules and laws and is very tradition focused. Although he tends to be focused and serious while training or working, he enjoys relaxing and having fun after a long work day.
Appearance: He stands at 5'7", with a strong athletic build, weighing about 180lbs. Most of his body is covered with very short hair. He has a round face that is very handsome. His nose is roman and he has blue eyes. He has brown hair that is roughly chopped at the bottom and extends to his shoulders. His hair is very curly and slightly fluffy. Some locks of his hair are forming dreadlocks. His beard is grown out to the length of his neck, no further than his Adam's apple, and is very roughly grown. His hands are rough and calloused and arms are scratched and bruised. He has become very tanned since reaching the Levant. He tends to wear a dark blue tunic. He wears a brown pair of hosen with leather front lace ankle boots. He wears a leather belt around his waist, typically. His shirt under his tunic is white, a very yellowish stained white.
Skills: He can sing in bass, as his voice is very deep and sometimes monotone(as he has a tendency to lack inflection). He loves dancing, but is not very good at it. Better than his fellow squires, though. His swordsmanship skills are progressing, getting better and better the older he gets and the more experience he gains. He is good with throwing axes. He has a strange bowmanship skill, which he hides. His eyes will glow red when aiming and he can make the most amazing shots on first picking up a bow and arrow. He can make shots believed impossible for a standard longbow. When, if, he uses a bow and arrow, he tends to lose site of everything and goes into a sort of hyper focus on archery, such that he doesn't always remember what happened. It doesn't matter how heavy a bow, he can still fire and make a magnificent shot. He hides this strange ability of his, and avoids using the bow and arrow.
Background and History: Gudmund was born and raised in Normandy. His lineage is almost purely Scandinavian. At age 7 he was sent to become a page for a lord. At age 15, he became a squire and worked his way to become one of the top fighters among his fellow squires. Thankfully, knights were not typically using bows, so he could avoid using the bow and arrow all together. Apparently his grandfather was called the Demon Archer of Normandy and passed away the day he was born.
Gudmund joined the crusade to the Holy Land at the time it was declared and followed Robert Curthose when he gathered his force to go to the Holy Land. Gudmund hoped to become a squire to another knight and stay in the Holy Land after they took it from the Saracens and the Fatimids, rather than go back to Europe.
Ever since entering the Levant, Gudmund has lost many friends and fellow squires. He marched alongside Raymond of Toulouse to Jerusalem, as the leader he followed was Robert of Normandy, who had become a vassal of Raymond of Toulouse. He would have preferred to follow Bohemund of Taranto or Godfrey of Bouillon rather than the old man known as Raymond of Toulouse. Luckily, after reaching Jerusalem, Robert Curthose went with Godfrey of Bouillon, leaving Raymond of Toulouse. Now, maybe Gudmund would meet the great leader known as Godfrey of Bouillon.