Dark Knights (Akina, Grimoire, KaylaM)
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				Title: <strong>Dark Knights (Akina, Grimoire, KaylaM)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 02:30:20</strong>
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				The scene could be best described as hellish; what was once a prosperous farming community was being slowly consumed by flames, smoke blacking out the sky. The crackle of burning wood filled the air, accompanied by the crash of metal and, on occasion, screams of fear and death. There were still those fighting and dying, doing their best to stand against the tide of darkness that had engulfed their town. It was not that they knew that they stood a chance; it was more that they had no option, knowing that their attackers were without mercy or compassion.<br><br>They were known simply as Dark Knights; a force of warriors twisted and corrupted by dark magic, unleashed upon this world as a plague of evil, the minions of a greater power sent to do his work. Their blades and dark magics were dangerous enough, but that was not the limit of the threat they possessed. Their minds were enthralled to those dark powers, making them remorseless, merciless killing machines, ones that existed to do nothing but destroy on their master’s whim.<br><br>The woman’s long, dark red hair billowed behind her in the heat as she walked, a look of grim determination in her unearthly red eyes. An arcane sigil marred the side of her face, twisting what could have once been a fierce beauty into something eldritch and unnatural. The rest of her body was concealed behind a suit of orate dark armour, its design made just as much for intimidation as it was for protection, arcane signs built into its form.<br><br>But the most dramatic sign was the greatsword she carried; The massive blade featured the same dark runes as her armour, ones that seemed to glow with some unknowable energy. While held in her hand, the weapon was also chained to her wrist, the length of heavy links clanking as she walked. She was every inch the image of the Dark Knight; the merciless killing machine.<br><br>Something caught her ears, a sound from a nearby patch of rubble. Stopping, she turned, stalking slowly towards a half-collapsed hut, her weapon at the ready for whatever may lurk within. Stepping into the hut, she was ready for whatever she may find, whatever opponent she may face. Instead, she was greeted by something else – a trio of children, none older then twelve, their faces white with fear.<br><br>Her orders told her that their should be no survivors. Her mind said otherwise. Lowering her blade, she stepped back a moment, glancing out the door. “Go now.” She simply said to them, her tone flat and neutral. “Flee while you have the chance. If one of the... others finds you, they will not be so kind.” It was an act of disobedience, one that simply should not be possible; her mind and will were supposed to be enslaved to her master’s will. And that allowed for no leeway, no room, no options. All should fall before her and her kind.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Knights (Akina, Grimoire, KaylaM)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 08:06:12</strong>
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				Smoke accompanied the warrior that wore the strangest mail armor of the Dark Knights. He had set fire to buildings and slew villagers and their defenders with his polearm, which he called Lightning's Edge. The weapon looked like a short spear, but the blade was elongated to a short sword length and curved, with the blade shaped like a cruel lighting bolt. The pole part was made of black metal with runes for steel, with the blade pure steel with marks of arcane lightning, with a silver sheen to it, stained by dried and still flowing blood. The warrior's purple and blue cloth was stained by crimson red as he turned to a new defender. He was desperate to defend his fellow villagers. Dark Knights, led by him, could see him. Drak'thar moved forward, the blade slid towards the crude spear that the defender wore. The polearm its self knocked the spear aside as he moved in and elbowed the villager to the ground. A foot slammed onto his ribcage and broke bones. The man spit up blood as the polearm sliced his head clean off.<br><br>His hair was hidden by his high helm. The dark iron and steel looked black in the smoke, with golden lightning along the edge. He pulled it off and shook his head. Black hair, which reached the bottom of his neck, glistened with sweat. His emerald eyes narrowed down at the fresh kill. He knew it was wrong, and his iron will that had once been hard to defeat was back. The male slid the blade into the ground, just enough so that it would stay in. Drak'thar drew out his longsword, which was thicker than most, and had runes for fire along the blade. He raised the blade up and then forward as he roared in a thick voice, from the smoke most would assume, "Charge forward and finish these cretins." He placed the helm back on as Dark Knights surged forward with a great many different weapons in their hands.<br><br>His sensed snapped him to the side. A hut that was creeking with the fire, roared with the blaze. A young woman peered out and squeaked when she saw him, and retreated back into the building. The Dark Knight gripped his weapon and drew it from the dirt. He cleaned it on the corpse's cloths before he walked forward over the blood-soaked ground. His armor made intimidating sounds at he walked towards the door. <em>Clank</em>, <em>clank</em>, <em>clank</em>...the metal rings roared out for blood that he would not spill. The yong woman was against the wall as she roared, "Better to die in this hut, than by your cursed blade. You beast, you've fallen too low..."<br><br>Drak'thar paused at her words, they stung. But they were the truth, he supposed. The man didn't shy away from her, but moved forward swiftly. He grabbed her with his blade now in his sheath. He grabbed her and moved out of the building as it toppled over, and roared with more fire. The blaze gleamed on his mail and plate armor as he stood up and set her on her feet. He turned to face her as she backed up, "Leave, quickly. Avoid all other knights, least you want to actually go through with your threat of fiery suicide." He then turned as he followed after the troops. He was known to search for victims to slay them. His emerald eyes narrowed ahead of him as he thought of what to do.<br><br>The village's inferno made it hard enough to see and breath below, but up top was worse. It was known that Drak'thar was a person to stay in the blaze longer than was needed. He shook his head as he looked ahead and saw the slaughter. Powers and arcane magics flew through the air and tore apart villagers. Drak'thar pulled out&nbsp; his sword and placed the Lightning's Edge on his black sling as he rushed forward and slew with the other Knights for now. He had no choice, but to the mindless killing machines, they wouldn't see the mercy he showed his victims, the way he killed them quickly and without tearing them to pieces, despite what his strong body was capable of doing without the magic that he was imbued with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Knights (Akina, Grimoire, KaylaM)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimoire</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 09:31:36</strong>
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				The mare's ironshod hooves bit into the hard packed dirt of the road, flinging clumps of it into the air in her wake along with the flecks of foam flying from her sides. The smell of blood mixed with the black smoke billowing across the street as a timber cracked inside the old building, but in a moment they were through the screen of smoke and the mare had drawn even with the stumbling man.<br><br>The rider struck a sweeping blow, arm wrenching in its socket with the force of the beheading and the mare lurched forward, dancing in place nervously as she was brought about. In the middle of the street, the last of the small group he'd been chasing through the burning village slumped to his knees to join his head in the filthy street. Bedr drew the bloodied blade of the gleaming steel falchion along the cloth threaded through the tooled leather belt about his waist. It was stiff with the blood of several others already.<br><br>This horse was more nervous than the last had been, at first, but there was little he could do about that now save miss the animal. She had been a fine creature, almost certainly related to the horses his people raised in their far land. The sweating chestnut creature between his thighs was little more than a nag in comparison, heavily built to support the weight of the cursed armor and the chains bound to the hilt of his falchion, wound tight about his arm.<br><br>He had grown accustomed to the weight, as he had grown accustomed to the chains and the deep seated saddle. Women and children ran screaming somewhere nearby, their protectors no doubt slain by the frantic sounds of their flight. When one high pitched cry, ringing clear above the din of the slaughter, cut short suddenly, Bedr turned away. The garish red light of the sullen flames eating at a barn nearby caught his attention first, and for the space of a few heartbeats he simply stared. The flames' light caught at the edges of his armor, the monstrous runes engraved along the edges of each plate seeming engaged in the nauseating dance of each flickering tongue of fire. The barn was quiet save for the low roar of the flames. The animals inside had died as quickly and surely as those who owned them.<br><br>Something moved at the edge of the flame, dark enough to catch his attention, and Bedr turned his head to pin the suddenly terrified boy with the force of his attention. They all stood staring, at first. They always did, unable to help themselves in the face of their death. Some managed defiance, most managed only terror. This boy seemed fixed between both with his arms spread out to either side protectively. There was someone behind him, but Bedr paid the slighter shadow no attention, caught in the boy's eyes. They were nearly the same startling shade of gray as his own, witch eyes set in a face darkened by dirt and soot. It was easy to imagine his skin the same smooth tan as his own. And for a moment his fingers curled tighter about the reins in his hand until the leather creaked.<br><br>With a sharp tug, the mare was up, dancing on her hind legs as if maddened by fire and desperate to unseat her rider. When Bedr allowed her to drop, the boy and his shadow were gone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Knights (Akina, Grimoire, KaylaM)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 07:48:54</strong>
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				The female knight had seen her polearm-wielding compatriot out of the corner of her eye, watching him carefully as he had moved from house to house, obstinately ‘cleaning up’ after the other Knights. However, watching him carefully revealed a lot more about his actions then she had expected. His killing blows were clean, precise and neat, ones that would not cause their victims any undue suffering or agony.<br><br>But it was his stepping into one hut that genuinely surprised her, a sensation that she had not felt in some time. He stepped out of it, dragging a young woman with him as he did, the hut collapsing behind them. However, rather then doing as was expected, he simply let her go, releasing her and giving her a chance to live; the same thing that she herself had been doing earlier. His actions were a mirror of hers, showing the same mercy and compassion that should have been eliminated from them.<br><br>She hazarded a chance, following the armoured man, not bothering now to hide herself from him. Instead, she was eager to see him, feeling a sense of hope that was just as alien as the surprise at his mercy. Waiting until he was alone, she hazarded the chance to approach him, her greatsword strapped over her back rather then drawn as a sign of no ill-intent. While her fellow Dark Knights were meant to be of one mind and one shared allegiance, he clearly had committed acts that were contrary to their orders, an act that was punishable by death of the worst sort.<br><br>“Drak’thar “ She began, her tone neutral. “I am Kerrah; I feel that we must talk. It would seem that you and I have something in common.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Knights (Akina, Grimoire, KaylaM)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 02:30:37</strong>
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				The Dark Knight had again sent his wave ahead, as he stooped down and cleaned his blade of the crimson liquid. He paused and then turned at the sound of his name- another Knight? His eyes narrowed as he was about to brandish his blade when he noted the position of it. He relaxed his attacking stance for a moment until he finished listening to her. So, she wanted to talk...this, Kerrah person. He pulled off his helmet and shook his head a bit, letting the sweat away from his face. He flexed his gauntlets a moment and then choose that moment to speak to her, his eyes turned to her's.<br><br>"Kerrah of the Dark Knights...you are not under his power either," Drak'thar spoke calmly, yet lowly so that only the two could hear. He didn't want another knight to overhear them. The knight placed the sword in its scabbard as he turned to her again, "Where do you propose that we speak in private around here? It would only serve to kill us here." He then turned and looked around a moment for survivors, just in case they were being watched, "Kerrah, we should speak after this unpleasant business. But we should keep on the outlook for others."<br><br>He slipped the helmet on again and spoke one last time, "While we do so, we'll have to keep killing. It's almost over." He pulled Lightning's Edge from his back and pointed it over in a direction towards an exit of the village that had not been too badly damaged by the fire, "We can meet up that way after the battle." The currently stood in the middle, with a cracked well that was likely poisoned by blood and whatever those alchemists of the Dark Knights threw down wells. He had a feeling it was the only one in the village. So it was best to pick a landmark that they could easily remember.
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