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[Part 5] Spilt Crimson On Black

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There is a slam on the gates, and they break. Rubble flies, and there is a thundering slam of boots as the Dread Knight enters the groove, he unsheathes his sword, and his black armor glints along with it in the torchlight. He follows the group as they scurry off, terrified. A woman, a child, and druids. Druids were his true prize, as anyone whom had seen his entry would know. He came close, and said no words as he walked. His blade fell, once, thrice. The tree in the center of the hall was being marked. A large '6' Was on it. The Dread Knight continued, stepping into the cavern. Nothing but anger and hatred against the Druii as he slammed his feet down, and walked toward the child. The child jamp into the water, but he was not quick enough. The blade fell, and there was a large gash across the child's chest, and there was a loud splash, and a cry.

 

The voice spoke up as it had not in a month since its' transformation, to them all he spoke, in his clear monotone. "HE IS BUT THE FIRST OF MANY" He said, and he turned the other way. Slamming his feet down, as he spotted a familiar face. Faolin, the Dread Knight knew, and then he realized his business was not done. He stepped forward, 'thud, thud' thundering throughout the hall, Faolin stepping back, grabbing his bow, and firing it at the Knight. Slowly, and in scared fashion: It pierced the armor to touch no flesh, two of the arrows. He continued, and his blade flew upward, and fell as there was an eye-gouging shriek, and the blade fell into Faolins' head, grey matter splattering over Verins' helm as was the blood. His black armor stained a crimson black in the pale torchlight. 

 

The Dread Knight had finished his personal business  as he was awaiting for orders from Rawyarch. He left the groove, no more opposition to him as he plodded away, his blade stained red in its' scabbard. The gate opened for him as he approached, and he left, slamming his feet upon the ground in a stride as he left.

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