The End Of A Regent

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

 

It marched into the city of Abresi, flail in hand, towershield in it's other, a massive sword along it's back, slung in a sheath of cured human leather

 

Strung on it's armor were trophies of fallen heroes, all foolish enough to fight it, and die a warrior's fate, their bleached and cracked skulls clanking off it's armor, bleached white by thousands of blistering days in the sun and heat, the eyeless sockets seeing hundreds of battles

 

It's armor streaked in dried blood, and viscera of countless champions, all butchered by it like the sheep they were to it.

 

It engaged in battle with Sariants, an entire battalion led by the Hochmeister, it's thundering footsteps cracking flagstones, the Sariants and Plebians shook with fear, but shouted it down, inspired by their glorious Hochmeister Nedric

 

​The Dread Knight met the battalion head on, with a roar of metal that shook the skies, thunder boomed and lighting flashed, the Sariants bravely charged with cries of honor, glory, prayers, and curses

 

Magnus slew them in droves, their swords hardly doing damage as it lets out cries of rage, shouting curses upon them, his flail crushing limbs and letting blood fly

 

 

The Hochmeister raised his polearm, and charged headfirst at the Dread Knight, swinging at it's head, the Lord Alphonz Greymane swing his mace at the same time, as the Plebians Daress Pascal, Edric Altraza, Arthur Tiexara as well as Sariant Buddha fought valiantly with axe and sword

 

 

It's head flew off and shattered, it's towershield bent and broken, the chain of the flail split into pieces, it fought with sword blindly, before being taken down by maxes and hammers

 

It's body fell, broken, as it gave up, it's prophecy fulfilled, "life is what would end it, for it is that which Dread Knights both loved and hated"

 

The Sariants and Plebians gave shouts of glory and praise, they dismantled the broken Dread Knight, the dread caused by looking at it gone, smoke rose from it's gorget, whispers heard to all it passed, but it drifted to the Hochmeister, telling of it's- 

 

No...

 

His again, he told the Hoghmeister his legacy, the legacy of Magnus Loken, and thanked him as it was brought to it's final rest in the fires of a young volcano, by a pirate named Richard Shepard, the former Vaclav Pascal

 

As the pirate ship left the volcano the armor was placed in, it belched smoke, taking the lost soul to his final rest in the Seven Skies...

 

There, Magnus was greeted by his son Fulgrim, brother Garviel, parents, nephew James, his wife, Patrick Denims, Boiendl Silverblade, Ezekiel Tarus, Artorus Elendil, Gideon Silverblade, Captain Norsem of the Galahar Guards, and Godfrey Horen

 

Embraced by them, he rested for the last time, at peace, for an eternity of happiness...

 

 

I'd like to thank everyone I've RP'd with ever as my Dread Knight for putting up with me, a special thanks to Blundermore, Princetonlax21, Augor1, MrGreene_HD, and TrooperX40, "Maim Kill, Burn!"

 

Then to Slic3man, duckd8, dirtrthary, lukky57, and all the other Teutonic Order members who were involved in my final glorious battle.

 

​I have to say, it was some of the best role play I've ever had, and you guys never cease to inspire me with your spectacular Role Play.

 

Now to my Dread Knight buddies that I mentioned, I'm sorry I'm leaving our playerbase to two members now, but who knows? Maybe I'll have another shot at it.

 

This is the last 2nd Generation Dread Knight saying thanks for the RP provided with this character

 

And remember...

 

"MAIM, KILL, BURN"

 

[Cat Evocation 3728]

Vaclav hums a jolly tune as his boat sways in the waters, the Dread Knight aboard in the trunk by Nedric's side. His small boat, the S.S. Rhia hold the Five men, and the pile of Armour  They arrive to the Kha lands where the Sariants dismount with the Trunk of Armour  Vaclav sings happy songs and drink Rum in the Undercarriage of his Ship until they return, They sail away, Annoyed by Vaclav's Piratey songs.

[Dr. Ducky-D 277]

[Note, no Sariants or Plebeians were killed in the making of this fight.] Edric hums happily along with Vaclav as they sail along the open waters, enjoying the jolly piratey essence radiating off of him as he forgets about the long, daring fight that they all went through to take down the Dread Knight which now lays in the chest next to his Hochmeister.