The Mantle Passes To The Next Traitor

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

 

Magnus and Aelor, the last Dread Knights besides the Dread Lord Vladius Bile, King of Traitors, and Heir to the Iron Crown.

 

The duo stood before the gates of VaerHaven, their fortress in the mountain finished, at the cost of many dead slaves and would be converts, but it was no matter to them, it was for another purpose, and others would come to them.

 

Something had happened to Aelor and Magnus, they were compelled to stand where they were, waiting, and it was Magnus who sensed it first.

 

He turned to Aelor, his voice a sound like two rusted and mismatches cogs working against another "He is... Coming... I feel... It in... My being..."

 

Alelor turned to him with a pop and crackle and nodded, his voice more clear and deep with some pops and crackles within it "I feel it too"

 

They stood for hours, before they saw him

 

The Rusted Dread Lord, dragging his morningstar behind him, hole in his rusted plate.

 

As Magnus and Aelor rushed to him, he told them it wasn't long, his voice coming from his chestplate

 

Magnus lifted him up with more care than anything he had ever touched, barking an order in his metalic rusty voice "Kill all... In... The way..."

 

Aelor nodded, and drew his Greatsword, and they marched off, people cowering from fear of the Abominations, as they ascended the mountain to their fortress

 

Magnus set the Dread Lord Vladius Bile on the Throne of Traitors, in the heart of the fortress, Vladius almsot instantly becoming immboile in it, clutching the arms of the throne, as Magnus put the Iron Crown opon the helm of the Dread Lord, sitting atop the Throne of Traitors

 

 

 

 

He spoke to them, his voice fading Aelor and Magnus both feeling it, he spoke in a whispery rasp "One... must become... my emmisary"

 

Magnus looked to Aelor, then back to the Dread Lord "Aelor"

 

Vladius looked to Aelor "Step forward"

 

As Aelor did, Magnus stepped back, watching at Vladius took up his gauntlet, and put it on Aelor's head, the knowledge and secrets passing to him

 

Magnus felt a sudden emptiness, as he felt something chance, then his loyalty, suddenly shifted to Aelor, as his commander until Vladius returned

 

Vladius retracted his hand, clasping the edges of the throne, his last words being spoken

 

"Do not... Fail me... Wake me... When you need me"

[Blundermore 2741]

((And so rests Dread knight curl... first cursed. *sniffles* I'm gonna miss that big hunk of twisted metal... well... so long as he remains asleep of course... it's always difficult giving up characters for me, but his passing was needed.))