~=Unrivaled Dedication=~

[Galendar 631]

The evening began with the band of friends, King William, The Lord Inquisitor, and the Hochmeister, followed by a knight, Ser Valois the Diligent. They were headed to see the great walls of Hanseti, curious and intrigued as they went.

They all crossed the river carefully, then climbed the hill up to the flat lands before the demonic bridge. The aura of fear stained their very souls with each step it becoming worse. They walked onto the bridge at early morning, trudging down it.

They reached the middle, staring up at the barren walls in awe as the gentle breeze danced around them, whispering in their ears. Alexander held point, making crude jokes at the empty wall.

The sun dropped shortly later, the moon rising as the horrors came from the fort. The undead lord stared into their very souls, filling them with whispers and fear. The men held strong as they waited.

When the time came, the Hochmeister threw the golden blade through the lord's helmet, it barely scratched as it threw the blade aside. They continued to try and harm it, only failing, they turned and ran for the open gate.

First went William, then The Lord Inquisitor, followed by the Hochmeister. When it came Alexander's turn to escape, the gates fell affront him.

He spun about quickly, the minion of The Lord had already caught up to him. They engaged in a long duel as the friends of Alex's ran for Oren, the sad news following.

As his shield slammed into the minion, he died instantly. Alexander let out a roar of victory, before suddenly The Lord appeared before him, sword drawn.

His heart beat fast, the metal clashing as the two fought. In the end, the great lord had taken heavy damage, but as Alexander went in to finish him, The Lord stabbed him with his extended reach, ending his fight.

The next thing he knew was when he was flying in the air, his collar being held by The Lord as he carried him into the sky above Hanseti.

The next minutes were filled with screams and roars from the valiant knight as he was surrounded by magma, being put into a small box, unable to see any longer.

He was gone... a man not well liked by everyone, yet still respected.

This was Alexander Valois, the first of his name, gone.

The End...

[Galendar 631]

((Written on my phone, sorry for any mistakes or whatever.

Special thanks to Zarsies and maskman2303 for the rp!

Cya in a week guys!

~Grant/Galendar ))

[Galendar 631]

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[5678 260]

From the depths of the fort, Burzumkil makes his way back to the walls. He grunts as he notices a fellow Corrupted. He was told of his defeat by a man, the one in the box. He snarled as he stared at his arm. He had been killed by the Valois Knight, and would not let it happen again. During his rebirth, he had chosen to lose his flail arm, and now had his regular one back. He picked up the man's spiked shield with his free arm and grinned savagely. The Deucimator was back, and he would not lose again, he would win for the glory of the Great one.

[Moot 1719]

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