The Hedge Knight. Part Iii

[Knox213 10]

The Hedge Knight Part III

 

Along the soiled dirt road, the sight of large tents and a campfire with a humble smoke hovering over it. Dederick strolls forth to the camp, his tired orbs darting at a female Paladin, and a dark elf.

 

He approaches the duo, inquiring briefly after “May I take a seat, this journey has been long and tiresome. The two glance at each other, before the young blonde with blue ribbons in her hair motions with her open palm at a tree stump. Dederick seats himself on the stump, letting his worn hands loom over the trickling embers, sighing wearily.  

 

The female proceeds to sharpen her blade, whilst the dark elf tightens the string on his sturdy bow. Lucius grinds his teeth wildly together, mumbling to himself “Bloody Iblees, and his servants of darkness”. “Vilius will be back soon. Hopefully he’s tracked the beast.” The female says, chuckling lightly. Dederick raises a brow, “Beast? What type of beasts lurk these parts?” displaying  a curious look upon his face. The girl looks, smirking sarcastically “The type that kill old men.” Dederick laughs dryly “There’s nothing out there that hasn’t tried to kill me already.” The woman leans in for a moment, glaring into Dederick’s grey eyes. “I feel like we’ve met before, I’m Licia, the elf’s called Lucius.” The elf hisses quietly , inclining his head at the old knight. Dederick would go to present himself, though he’d stop once being hissed at “I’m Dede-”

 

 

“Licia, Lucius. We move out this instant. I’ve spotted the giant by the stream!” Dederick exclaimed with a stern and ordering voice. Lucius rises up on his nimble feet, rushing off into the tree line, sliding the quiver over his right shoulder, grasping his bow a second later. Licia frowns crookedly, before raising upon her feet, marching after Lucius, pace firm and quick.

Dederick tilts his head around the camp, finding some rope and an axe. He’d curl his fingers around the wooden shaft of the axe, slinging the rope over his back before trotting after Licia and Lucius.

 

The three reach the location of the giant, quickly grabbing it’s attention. Lucius swiftly notches a barbed arrow into his bow, yanking the string firmly back, before releasing. Licia on the other hand unsheathes her short sword from the scabbard, unleashing a fiery fire surrounding the blade. The arrow would stick shallowly into the giant’s gut, doing next to no damage, though black goo seeps from the scratch looking wound. Licia urges for Lucius to continue firing… meanwhile

 

Vilius catches his breath, glaring at the unfolding scene on, charging towards the with a rusty pike in hand. The constant shadows of arrows flying above him, he aims his pike upwards, skewing the giant’s lower leg causing it to scream in agony, stumbling onto it’s right knee before reeling his club back, swinging it at Vilius, ramming him into the ground, splattering him there, blood and limbs scattering about.

Licia sprints forth to the giant, jabbing her slim blade forward aiming to thrust it cleanly through his gut, as the beast attempts to rise to it’s feet. In a single jab of her sword, she rips into the skin of the giant, causing a the oil-based goo to ignite, setting the giant aflame. In a fit of anger, the giant raises onto his injured feet, flailing his wooden club around ferociously at Licia and Lucius.. The club slams into Lucius that is currently notching his last arrow into his loose bow. He’d yelp brutally, the large branch colliding with his lower waist area, before tossing him at a nearby tree, before he’d be impaled by a branch, the wood rippling through his stomach. Lucius blinks his orbs once or twice, before he’d press both of his hands against the wood, spitting out a large amount of saliva mixed with blood, his eyes shutting.

 

Licia glares fearfully around, a shocked expression resting upon her visage. She’d then start to scream “Help, please!”  The forest around her bursts into large flames, fumes beginning to overwhelm her, the air around her become toxic and hazardous to breathe. Her ignited sword grows cold as she crashes into the mucky ground, now in an unconscious state.

 

 

Dederick crawls carefully to the bottom of the valley, tying a rope to a boulder near him, pulling at it as hard as he could. The giant turns his head, shouting in clear pain, swinging his colossal club carelessly about, Vilius’ left arm flying somewhere. The old knight slowly paces forth to the beast, whistling at it in order to draw its attention. The giant turns on his tired feet, shouting hoarsely “You cannot best me! Not even puny fire will kill me!” Dederick grips the hilt of his longsword, a rasp heard from it’s sturdy scabbard before he’d shout back, his voice booming and cold  “Come for me beast, come for me and be struck down for the monstrosity that you are!” The giant stomps towards Dedrick, the ground shaking with each loud step. Dederick takes a few paces back, stepping beneath the rope he had set up earlier. The giant bursts into cheery laughter, grasping the shaft of his club with two hands, meaty and greasy fingers curling around it before he’d raise it, ready to crush it onto Dedrick, which was already in a mid-diagonal swing, the sword making contact with the rope...

 

 

 

The rope snaps under the force of the blade, dropping a large spiked log behind the giant, piercing it through the giant’s right chest, gore spurting out of, before it’d give a screechy roar upon being defeated, collapsing onto it’s knees, the wooden club gliding out of his hands before he’d fall face front onto the ground, a large pool of blood forming under his titanic weight, before he’d mumble softly as Dederick paced forth, driving his orbs at Dederick, before his pupils die out “Oluf, killed by a log… And tri-”

 

Dederick hovers above the defeated beast, performing the Lorraine cross, clenching his bloodied fist before pecking his backhand lightly, before rushing off, longsword still held.

 

The old man presses a ragged cloth around his mouth, storming into the smoke to find the survivors, only seeing a scorched forest before him. Amongst the ashes, Licia lays, and a beam of sunlight shined over her. He’d march towards her, sheathing his blade before gripping her arms, descending into darkness.

 

 

Dederick cleans Licia’s wounds with much care, then laying her in an abandoned hovel before carving a note into the beam above the front door “Ser Dederick Varodyr. Find me upon my return.” He’d pace out of the chantey, leaving the concussed woman in the slum, giving an exhausted exhale.

 

((Dank memes.

 

Part 1 & 2

 

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/123743-the-hedge-knight-part-i/

 

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/123867-the-hedge-knight-part-ii/ ))

[lawnmowerman 3040]

Quentyn Roost's ears perk up as he hears the news of his former travelling partner. He'd rest seated on a creaky stool in a local tavern, sipping idly on some cheap ale in his tankard.

 

A bard seems to be playing on a lute whilst singing about Dederick's recent exploit. Quentyn would down his ale in a swift swig, wiping his mouth with his shirt's sleeve before mumbling dryly "By the creator, he's still kickin'."

[Fireheart 2777]

((These keep getting better and better.

[Heff 2460]

*prepares his body

[Dohvi 622]

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