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The Dread Lord looks about the dark dripping cave as many moans of sorrow echo from the lines of the soldiers of dread. It has been a while since they have all kneeled before their absolute ruler, and master. They seemed to be seen nowhere infact, all gone as if they were just myth spoken about throughout history. Every generation has seen a generation of Knights become a fierce force, attacking small settlements, taverns, and even sometimes an army of them attacked a city. Books of these creatures written by Poets, Historians, Theologians and Scientists have all spoken one truth and it is that these creatures attack with more fierceness than an Orc, and less honor honour than a bandit yet the youngest of generation has not seen these beasts, and have only heard these stories, some not even that. It seems as if they have all fallen into a long slumber, but now they are awake, and in front of their master once more. The knight goes past each knight, inspecting their helmets before his voice picks up it booms through the cave, loud, but full of grief.
“Knights, it has been far too long since we have all been here for the meeting of our faith!” The lord grabs one of the helmets of a random soldier and begins to pry it off of the shoulders of the Knight as this is done the room is filled with a squeal almost as if a thousand pigs were being simultaneously slaughtered, followed by the soft eerie whisper of a lost soul, and then silence.
“I am here to serve one thing, and one thing only. As an immortal Daemon of the Creator, it is my duty to suffer so that all may follow suit until they are judged... I send them to their judgement for I am the last Dread lord... No! Daemon of Dread!” The Dread lord begins to follow suit with all of the knights in a line, they do not dare arguing with him even if they were not bound for they know it is the day their soul is released from their prison of Steel. “It is God’s will to have me as the only one, for I am the true.... ImOrTal!” the lord says with a sense of disgust in the word itself. “Should any knight be buried in these lands, unable to be here for the melting of you they may live as well under no oath other than the one of their own as it is the will of the creator to have them roam One day cults will worship me for being a mortal, to Dread knight to Daemon as I have this day” The headless knights all stand simultaneously as if they are physically being moved as the Lord descends further into the save until he stops before the bright orange glow of the thick Molten, they follow the lord, but as he stops before the lava, they do not. One by one they all begin to walk before sinking to the bottom of the fiery pit. Dreadlord Greymane looks into the pit as he holds some paper, upon the paper there is drawings of runes, armour, and some sort of writing unreadable to the eyes of the common. Greymane makes the sign of the Kaedrini cross before throwing the papers into the pit.
((This has been done to give some story to the removal of Dread knights as playable characters, all ability to make new ones has been removed, but the creature will still be an event creature as I believe in the right hands, and in rare occasions they can bring amazing roleplay to the community, my knight will remain alive for the same purpose of rare events with the community when I am bored and wish to have some fun with conflict RP using a race rarely seen. I hope you enjoyed the read))