Champion's Rise

[Arkelos 1027]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isyVlRHsNGo

 

Flames echoed out from the ravaged lands of the ‘Abyss’ As some called it, the Crimson Dread Lord Scylla remaining still at its entrance as it waited, and waited, for its followers to show. For they would be part of something big, but none came until the end. The night sky becoming lit up by the sun as it rose, and without much thought the creature began its work to find the woman it desired to make its champion, the first Knight turned. Time and time again, the Dread knights fell to extinction, time and time again, the Knights went dormant, but with a new purpose, and tested resolve, the Dread Knights would never be such again.

The cruel Lord walked until it spotted its prey, lacking the stealth to sneak and capture her, it instead went for a direct approach as it walked up the enlarged Mushroom, a curiosity within the forests just bordering the entrance to the abyssal lands. Metal thuds making light sounds on the soft mushroom as it continues, hissing at the woman.

“You.. I have finally found you..” it hissed out once more, the head of Ithlinne Ceru’Thilln turning to view the metal construct as it spoke, sword outward and ready as she spoke “Found me?” her brow furrowing from the statement as Scylla eyed the sword, “I tracked you for a long time, pale one.. What do you plan to do with that sword? What could you plan to achieve that Clerics could not?” It hissed out, fully remembering how the two clerics that tried to destroy it were unsuccessful in their attempts to stop Scylla. She had become so focused on that day, as if she actually won, but she was damaged more than they were.

“Resist all you want, but today pale one, you become my champion.” it states clearly, the Sword point of Ithlinne Ceru’Thilln now directed right at Scylla as she says “You speak madness, armored one.” to which the Dread Lord responded in the only way possible, jerking its hand downwards onto the blade to bash the sword out of the woman’s hands. “Armored one.. I am the Armor, I am the Lord of Dread Knights, and you are my next.”

Ithlinne Ceru’Thilln’s eyes did widen upon having her sword bashed from her hands, the unexpected attack, then the words coming from the Dread Lord made her react the only way she knew how to “You.. Lord? Pah!” and this made the Dread lord very angry, it’s form loosening as the many bindings that kept it whole became nothing more than strands holding it together, using this weakened state to grasp the head of Ithlinne Ceru’Thilln to scream, “You will either serve me willingly, OR BY FORCE!”

Thats all that it took to freeze the woman in horror, the view of a construct of metal, about ready to impose its violent will upon her. She shook and her eyes widened in horror as she defiantly spoke “I will s-serve no one but myself!” and as the hands latched onto her skull, she remained still, barking out orders “L-Let me go, I Command it!”

The Dread Lord had enough of Ithlinne Ceru’Thilln’s barking orders and defiance, raising its knee in a sharp kick as it sent the woman reeling in pain. Collapsing her to the floor as she coughed out roughly, looking down as a fist followed, making the woman nothing more then a crumpled pile. The Dread Lord picking her up.

As they walked back into the Abyssal Lands, Fire and lava bubbled from the many holes it came from, the Knight carefully maneuvering over the hazards as it walked in front of a coffin shaped stone, laying the woman there. Binding the unconscious woman as something similar to a laugh was heard, but it was not emotion, it was simply acting out such an action to fit the situation. The emotionless (except rage, ect) creature began its cruel work, and after much time, much blood being spilt from the woman who faded in and out twice..

It was done.

“I command you awaken!” the cruel Lord spoke as the rusted metal came to life, the body of Ithlinne Ceru’Thilln was no more, rotted away till dust no longer. And from her metaphorical ashes rose the first Knight.

And Orryx rose, to serve, to fight, to build was was cut down many times before. This was the rise of the Dread Knights. It has only just begun.

(( Welcome Pinsir/Sohaer as my first DK :D ))

[๖ۣۜ§osa (E.G.I.E.) 520]

(( IT'S ABOUT TIME! ))

[_Jandy_ 3519]

Dawnyeel continues to support Scylla, but wishes he was the one made to become immortal

[Dohvi 622]

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