The Story Has Begun

Londant walked through the market place. He had blond hair and was a Yellowskin. Marnatia was a grand city. The gray stone walls were 500 feet high, the market place was huge and the capital was even bigger then the market place. Londant was a soldier, a captian in fact. He commanded 1000 foot soldiers and 750 cavalry.
Several invasions by the Cror and the Crorii had been made on Marnatia but the Yellowskin army had always defeated them. Londant had been in two of those invasions, playing a key role in both of them. Londant had just made his way out of the market place when a Gerakane ran up to him.
"Are you Captian Londant?" The Gerakane asked. "Yes, and who might you be?" Londant asked. "I name is Zalkon. I was sent by General Hallt to get you and to bring you back to his household." Zalkon said. "Then tell me. Are you a member of The Foriegn Thousand?" Londant asked. The Foreign Thousand was a group of Baronks and Gerakanes that fought in the Yellowskin Army. "Yes, I am. Now let's go."