Dread

[Eleatic 1033]

"“The vivid force of his mind prevailed, and he fared forth far beyond the flaming ramparts of the heavens and traversed the boundless universe in thought and mind.” - Lucretius.

 

 

It was time for change. It had been time for 'change' for, infact, a very very long time. The darkness that festered in the hearts of the knight extinguished by lack of motive, the lord before Verin grew weary of the monotony of mass murder that was a necessity on a daily basis. The Knights, with no direction, went dormant in their abode.

The Great Lord Rawraych, as he is truly called, had ruled for decades. Beyond decades, he had ruled for a century. Change comes when least expected, and most needed, and this case was not different. Verin Etitlan walked into the hall, and at his throne lay his lord in decaying, rusted armor. If there was a way to convey age to entities such as themselves, this would be it.

There-followed a conversation too long and too droll for remembrance, even in documentation. Verin was told of his impending fate, and of his ascension, and of preparations thereupon. Weariness had struck his lord, a weariness of a nature not solvable by any form of murder. Much like Aelor before him, Rawraych made preparations for the end.

All of those who survived, the nine knights, gathered around The Dread Lord, and he spoke the words and runes which left them wandering in a sea of meaningless will..and just so did he say the words which bound them to Verin, and there was change.

As before, now. Three thundering ‘WEEEEEEEOOOOO’s’ shout from horns in the countryside, near the Alrasian city that carreses the sky. Nine Knights whip the reins of a caravan of horses, nine knights walk along. None die as they make their way far, far out toward wherever they dwell now. The world would remember their glory.

A single, bellowing screech of languid inclination coincides with a new shout of the
horns. “GLORY TO THE DREAD LORD!” yet again. “GLORY TO VERIN!”. yet again. “BELLIAE. DOE. DREAD!”

 

Quick note, since I couldn't find the exact ritual(nor could Aug) of how a DK becomes  DL, I simply improvised with that bit. If it's incorrect, and you know as such, tell me.

[Merkaken 516]

Alexandros swung his flail around with pride, knowing the new Dread Lord shall be a great one. He let forth his horrid, ear piercing screech, so that all mortals shall know the true meaning of the Knights of Dread, and their new master.

 

[Lvke 1000]

Durn gives a loud thundering roar, slamming his tower shield into the ground as the roar becomes a high pitched scream, deafening to any creature of flesh and blood. He pumps a fist into the air, caked blood and gore flaking and falling in clumps. With a final slam of his tower shield, he turns, the inky black void within his open helm twisting and spiraling in a way that only suggested glee.

[Bawd 222]

A heavy, metallic thud was heard as the Knight's knee hit the ground. "HAIL, LORD." A monotonous rasp was released from its helm, as it demonstrated its submission. Elbent raised himself slowly, staring at Verin. The Knight quickly pulled its sword from a hip-mounted sheath and raised it in the air in salute.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.