Peace For A Dread Knight

[Watyll 1104]

 

 

It had been many months since Cordal was enslaved into the service of the Archmage Crumena. No, not enslaved in the usual way, for he was not mortal. He was a Dread Knight, and had been for sixty years. The unusual nature of Cordal's enchantments had allowed Crumena to use alteration magic on him, twisting his blood runes to serve his own ends. Cordal had no choice but to obey. 

 

Crumena surprisingly had not used Cordal to protect himself. Instead he had supplied Cordal with an enchanted sword and shield, and given him to Lilith, a Dark Elf. This day, he and Lilith were in Lenniel, with Lilith's friend Battou. Cordal stood silently as always in front of the tree where Lilith was talking with her friend, making an imposing guard. The flaming red orbs inside his helm burned steadily as he assessed all threats within the woodland town. All of a sudden two blackened steel figures emerged from the tree tavern, turning to look up at Lilith. Lilith hurriedly scrambled down the tree, hiding behind Cordal.

 

 

Cordal recognized them for what they were, head swiveling to them. They too, were Dread Knights. One stood three feet over his own form, the towering figure of Dread Lord Rawrych. Cordal thought he had escaped his past long ago, but apparently not. The Dread Lord spoke to Lilith, a dark voice of screeching metal. 

 

"Come with us. You are needed." 

 

Cordal spoke then, in his own unemotional voice like gravel.

 

"You will not take her." 

 

As Cordal uttered this, he knew where his path had taken him. He never intended to befriend Lilith. It should have been impossible for him to feel affection for any living being, and yet he felt such things for Lilith. Even in life, as a member of the White Rose, he never would have thought this would happen. The Dread Knight beside the Dread Lord drew his sword, a shimmering tainted blade. The Dread Knight looked down at Cordal, dwarfing him as he spoke once more.

 

"You will move aside, knight."

 

"I will not move aside for you, whelp."

 

For indeed, Cordal had not been cursed by Rawrych, but Dread Lord Aelor. He was at least a decade further cursed than the Dread Lord. The Dread Lord tilted his head slightly as his companion spoke. 

 

"He is rogue, my lord. Allow me to eliminate him."

 

The Dread Lord shook his head, motioning for the other Dread Knight to stand back. He drew his massive blade, a six foot long monstrosity of blackened steel. Cordal in turn drew his own blade, the sword bursting into the blackened flames of a shade. A black gem glowed darkly in the center, and Cordal raised his shield.

 

"Do not interfere, Verin. Kill any that try to stop us."

 

"Run, Lilith." said Cordal, turning to the dark elf cowering behind him. She hesitated then nodded, dashing into the witch woods.

 

Without hesitation the Dread Lord swung his sword downwards, straight at the armored form at Cordal. Cordal bring his own sword up, fire and sparks shooting out from their two weapons. The battle had begun. 

 

 

As their swords clashed, the massive form of the Dread Lord pressed forward, pushing Cordal back. His heels dug furrows in the ground as the ground faltered underneath. In desperation Cordal bashed out with his shield, breaking the link between the two swords. Rawrych stumbled back. Cordal used the opening and dashed forward, smashing his gauntlet into the Dread Lord's helmet with a great uppercut. The Dread Lord roared with fury and raised his sword, his helmet dented now. 

 

Rawrych rushed forward, pointing his sword outwards directly at Cordal. Cordal thinking quickly ducked behind his shield. The impact was incredible, the sword point being driven in with great force. The enchantment on the shield began to screech and wail as it was physically render, a huge dent forming. Cordal shoved back with force, and Rawrych took a step back, then swung his sword down at Cordal, right as his helmet. 

 

 

Cordal raised his shield again at the last second, but the sword drove onward, splitting the shield open and continuing on, denting Cordal's shoulder plate. However, the sword was now trapped, sealed within the shield. Rawrych released hold of the sword as Cordal bashed at his arm with his own sword. Then unexpectedly Rawrych lurched forward, forcing Cordal to the ground and pinning him. Cordal dropped his sword and the flames extinguished, the dark stone in the hilt losing its glow. The Dread Lord, a much  larger figure than Cordal, picked him up and held him fast, throwing him towards a nearby tree. The tree's midsection shattered, splintering into a dozen different pieces of wood as the tree collapsed. 

 

Cordal got up slowly from the felled tree, watching the Dreadlord approach. His gauntleted fist shot forward at the Dread Lords chest plate, caving it in. The Dread Lord in turn dealt a ringing blow to Cordal's helm, denting it severely. Cordal stumbled sideways through a cluster of vines, regaining his composure. Behind he noticed a crowd had gathered, watching the fight. Lilith was being held back from the fight by Gravelord Nimdravur, while the Gravelord's pet Lich watched impassively. Cordal turned back to the fight, watching as Rawrych slashed through the vines. Here Cordal's size was an advantage, as Rawrych became entangled and slashed his way through, unable to see. 

 

As soon as the Dread Lord emerged from the vines, Cordal's gauntleted fist was waiting, and punched once more towards Rawrych's chest plate, and knocked him on the ground. Cordal wasted no time, grabbing the Dread Lord by the ankles and dragging him away from the vines, using centrifugal force to pick the larger figure up. He swung Rawrych around and around, releasing at a critical moment. The Dread Lord sailed through the air, crashing into the tree tavern. An impact crater was smashed into the tree, splinters of wood flying everywhere. Cordal clanked forwards, kicking out at the Dread Lord to try and keep him down. 

 

Suddenly, Rawrych moved to the side, evading Cordal's kick. He got up from his crater, grabbing Cordal by the helmet and beginning to squeeze. In desperation the Dread Knight punched out at Rawrych's chest plate, and it split open, Cordal's fist traveling into the void that was Rawrych's insides. Now Cordal could hear fighting all around him. He felt his helmet crush and it was torn off, rendering him blind. Cordal hung onto the Dread Lord's chest plate, feeling it tear as he was moved upwards. Cordal was slung onto the shoulders of the Dread Lord, unable to see at all, he flailed uselessly with his steel form. 

 

The Dread Lord walked out of the now chaotic town with the Dread Knight on his shoulders, the foolish mortals preoccupied with some other matter now. None followed them except for a poltergeist which nobody payed any heed to. The Dread Lord took him to Old Malinor, now corrupted by the Harbingers, and walked to an outcrop overlooking one of the many lava pits dotting the area. 

 

 

Cordal heard panting somewhere behind them and heard Lilith's voice, stricken with woe. 

 

"Let him go! Don't take Cordal away from me!"

 

"I am sorry, Lilith. But I am the Dread Lord, and he has defied me. You will not be harmed."

 

"It has been good to be your friend, Lilith." said Cordal in a ragged voice, the sound issuing from his ruined armor. 

 

Lilith collapsed on the ground in grief. 

 

"No!"

 

And with that, Cordal was cast unto the inferno. As the lava slowly melted his armor and the iron ran thick in the molten earth, his life flashed before his eyes. His childhood in Hanseti, his indoctrination into the Bannermen of Lord Winter, and his failure to repay a debt. Even his time in the White Rose was present, the numerous whippings he received and the training he gained. He had lived over a century now, much of it in the service of one man or another. In an odd way, Cordal felt free. He would never answer to any again, and Lilith would be safe. He was at peace. 

 

Peace for a Dread Knight.

[Heero 4092]

Meanwhile Crumena...

[Crayfishchris 751]

((That was a brilliant read. I'm serious. Great job, and if this happened in RP, even better XD))

[Watyll 1104]

((That was a brilliant read. I'm serious. Great job, and if this happened in RP, even better XD))

((This indeed happened in rp! Turned into a huge event in Lenniel.

[Augor 142]

Rawrych groaned as he cast the body into the lava, his armor popping as he moved. He slowly watched the molten remnants of the Dread Knight dissipate. The Dread Lord stared for some time, a new feeling overtaking his body. Most mortals would already be familiar with it, but Rawrych was not. He had lost one of his kind, even if it was not loyal to him, that in itself was harmful. He stood from beside the lake, and began to walk away, apologizing to Lilith for killing a friend.

 

He returned to Leanniel, the town in which the battle took place, and retrieved his sword, the townsfolk scattering as he entered. As he bent over, he took notice of the other blade upon the ground. Slowly the creature bent over, and retrieved the twisted pieces of iron. As he walked out of the town, he made his way to a fortress, and took the Sword and Shield, and mounted them upon a wall. For a foe worthy enough to harm a Dread Lord, was one to be remembered. 

 

Cordal, the Dread Knight, would be remembered.

 

(( You're making my cry man. This is seriously some of the best RP I've ever had, and yes, it was all done in RP. Come find my DK again some time, hmm?))

[Eleatic 1033]

Verin looks over, as he watches his god destroy a being much like him. He wondered about the validity of humanity, of the truth of life. He wondered, in that moment, of how much he was worth.

 

He wondered about the ether, and the little bit of Verin Etitlan that survived wondered if he would ever be given that same mercy.

 

Even if not with love, or kindness, or happiness..Cordal would be remembered by a being much like him as someone of the same breed, and that was something more than most ever got.

[Swgrclan 2682]

A mass shifted within a pit of darkness; safely tucked within the confines of stone corridors, walls and tunnels, it spoke of echoed, distorted tones a dialect unfit for the mortal tongue to utter --

"Koparrn eg vor, nozlot-e."

 

[Desires 295]

Lilith, still stricken with the sadness had the flash of memories in her head.

To the moment when they first met; They immediately disliked one another despite of her neutrallity to everyone.

Even so, as time passed, they had gotten to know one another.

 

Every night, as days went bym they would lay next to eachother at a base of a tree and rest, feeling a sensation of comfort and safety until she would fall asleep. The time she forced a poetry book into Cordal's hands and asked him to read through it, to the silly moments of shoving raw beef into his helm, thinking he would be able to eat, only for it to stink like death a week later. To the day, Cordal approached her and spoke that his past was no longer more important than Lilith and he wanted to keep her safe despite of the things that chained him to her.

 

Lilith lost a friend that day, and surely a piece of her heart . .

Forever will she remember the Dread Knight, and forever will she love him as family.

"Goodnight, my beloved friend. . ." She hummed in an eerie lullabye, now alone in the darkness.

 

 

(Loved the whole event, certainly was immersive despite the hoards of people and the fighting in the background. Hope we can have more player driven events.)

[gam 386]

Dread Knight Calur feels a disturbance in the force.

 

((Wonderful read, Watyll!))

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Magnus sat half repaired and tended to by cultists that still followed him

He remember when Rawrych was th midget of the Knights, if he could have he would have been proud to have mentored the Dread Lord

[Princeton 396]

Aelor blinks, but doesn't have eyes.

[Evilbanana5757 154]

((I cried.))

[Netphreak 510]

'Battou' leans against the tree, watching this chaotic scene unfold before his pitch black eyes. Under his hood, the light reflects the darkness that emits from it, watching Cordal lose his very existance, as well as watching a part of Lilith die with him, he squints his eyes as the emotions coming to him like a bitter friend... Knowing all too well what she is feeling all he could muster. "Lilith....?"

He moves closer, following until she requested to be alone, something he would have wanted likewise if this cruel nightmare were to happen. He turns his head, walking the opposite direction into the dark forest of the night, with clenched fists and a cruel smile, Battou was awakened once again, to roam within the foggy dephts of the chilling night.

[Dromui 755]

From outside of Lenniel, Azel, the Mali'ker ranger, heard the clash of steel, the calls of people, and the obvious sounds of battle drift through the night sky, breaking the silence he had enjoyed. As he followed the sounds, it all eventually came back to silence as he entered into the city, finding that a fight had indeed occurred, but he had been late to such a scene. In the distance he watched as the large Dreadlord carried the figure of Cordal. Silently Azel followed through the wilderness, not nearing as he was unsure of what to expect from such formidable foes. Eventually, he found himself outside of where Malinor once was, sitting in a large tree and following the path the two had taken with his eyes until he once again found them. Azel stared in disbelief as the Dreadlord through the Dread Knight that was Cordal into the lava, his form melting away into nothing. watching over the girl as she sat alone, taking up the job that the late Cordal had once filled, keeping an eye on the younAs he further studied the scene, he saw a lone figure, Lilith, sitting alone beneath a tree. Unsure of what to do, he simply drew his bow and sat in the tree, watching over Lilith silently.

 

(( I cried. ))

[A Spooky Witch 156]

[spolier] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrF814OnFQ4 

 

Poppy peered around an oak, watching Lilith from afar.. She knew what was happening, having seen a portion of the fight in Lenniel made all too much sense as to the tears running down her face. Her chin quivered a little, being a child her emotions were very easily swayed by others, and she slowly came around the tree to walk to Lilith.

 

She thought as she walked to her, how do I comfort someone? Poppy had never had to console someone for a death before and it struck home. This was nothing like what her friends had told her.

 

So Poppy got on her knees and leaned her head on Lilith's shoulder, wrapping her little arms around the woman's arm. She sniffed and said the only thing she could think would make everything okay..

 

"It's okay momma.... papa and I are here for you..."