Dark Knight and Farmer (Zaer Darkwail&KaylaM)
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				Title: <strong>Dark Knight and Farmer (Zaer Darkwail&amp;KaylaM)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 08:14:39</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.artvalue.com/photos/auction/0/48/48258/kuwasseg-charles-euphrasie-183-village-anime-pres-de-chamonix-2615293.jpg)</div><br>In a green valley lays a small town known as Willbrook, it is split in two thanks a rushing river coursing through middle of the town. It's a small scaled trade town which trades local farmers goods to travelers and merchants alike. Mostly wheat, sheep wool, meat, fruits and also local brewed decent wine. In small town is a church with tall bell tower, it has been years duty to monks to climb up belltower whenever sand has ran out from hour long flowing sand clock to ring the bells of the church dictate hour of the day. Twelve times at midday the bell rings, echoing across the small town and around to the countryside.<br><br>In a old farm a one man works in fields alone, heritage the farm from his deceased parents only a year ago. He had studied in the small town to become accountant altough he was born and raised in farm. But his father passed away during his studies and his mother was ill, so he returned to his roots to take care of the farm while mother was ill. Despite medicines and care mother passed away in last summer, exact year later than her husband. The man was sure if his father would had been alive and well she would had made through the sickness.....but in truth mother wanted meet his father again soon so he does not blame her for giving up.<br><br>Now the man sweats while wearing loose wool vest and loose leather pants, lifting his hoe high into air and slam it down on the soil and drag it little. He has created ten lines already since the morning on the planned potato field. A old man driving a cart with calm ox waves to the man over short rock wall around man's farmland and shouts; "Yo! Ya wanna come to town Mick?!" Mick straightens up, smiles and waves to old man Thomas and shouts back; "Not now Thomas! Need get this field done today and plant the seeds in!" Thomas nods and continues drive his cart in calm phase towards Willbrook.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Knight and Farmer (Zaer Darkwail&amp;KaylaM)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 14:30:38</strong>
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				Outside of Willbrock, a lone figure was walking towards the town, their step a hair on the slow side as if to suggest reluctance mixed in with a certain feeling of inevitability, as if they had no choice but to head there despite not wanting to. It was about the only thing that an observer would have noticed about them, with most of their form hidden by a ragged long cloak and hood. Even then, there were things about them that a sharp-eyed watcher may have noticed.<br><br>Their lower legs and feet were visible, albeit clad in dark metal armour of an ornate design. Likewise, their hands could be glimpsed at the ends of the cloak, clad in the same sort of heavy armour. Those two facts, combined with the bulk of their form under the covering, suggested that their whole body was protected by metal. This was further reinforced by the weapon they carried on their back; while wrapped, the form of a heavy, two-handed blade was clearly obvious. An observant listener might even hear the clattering of a chain as they walked.<br><br>For a moment, they paused, as if something had caught their attention. Lifting their head, they looked around, searching for whatever it was that had alerted them, their body clearly tensing as if expecting trouble.<br><br>Then they heard it, the distant calls of birds followed by the sounds of branches rustling. Abruptly, the sky erupted into a cloud of black patterns as a flock of birds, clearly disturbed by something, took wing, cawing to each other in alert. Holding still, the figure listened carefully, the sounds of crackling undergrowth and running feet distant but evident. Something was running through the woods by the road, headed away from them - and towards the town.<br><br>Their reluctance forgotten, they broke into a run, headed towards the community.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Knight and Farmer (Zaer Darkwail&amp;KaylaM)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 17:00:27</strong>
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				The figure followed the sounds of rapid footsteps in woods, however whatever lone figure was chasing was a much more mobile, lightly armored. The footsteps were moving towards community and suddenly evening sky is darkened by black smoke.....and then familiar sounds of battle reaches the figure. The figure reaches a opening between oaks and gets good view on the small town.....on flames! The small town was under a attack and now in clear sight the figure saw what had been cause to the footsteps......a large band of gnolls!<br><br><div align="center">(http://miraclesseoceane.m.i.pic.centerblog.net/fuiog1xh.jpg)</div><br>The number of gnolls was overwhelming most least to say, they surrounded the town completely and they were butchering people in street with their crude steel weapons. Showing off gnolls natural brutality. Gnolls hides and their rough cut clothes and leather armors are stained by blood and gore of the villagers and many gnolls even feasted on fresh innards of their victims, some wailing in agony as some were still alive when they did this. Wind started already carry the smell of burning, blood and slaughter to the nose of the lone figure. So far the gnolls had not seen the lone figure, but it seems the small town is rather well dominated by the gnolls and the large band start split up to smaller three to six groups to go around countryside. There were several lone farms here and there in the area, so the late comers who did not get chance for spoils go to hunt in countryside it seems.<br><br><em>In Mick's Farm</em><br><br>In late dusk Mick has finished in digging the twelfth line for potatoes and he was carrying the seeds with him. He places couple handfuls to each line and then with foot bury the line while he travels along with it. He sees in distance the sky had odd blood red aura and there were dark clouds in horizon. Wind blows past the fields over him, giving his body a shiver.<br><br>"Huh? Is winter coming early this year? That sunset....there is something ominous about it."<br><br>Mick finishes planting the seeds in the field and he goes inside his home. In his home there is no lock but some gut feeling made him wish there was one, not sure of why. Also same ominous feeling what he got already outside made him walk to his parents bedroom. Which he had left untouched since burying them both to backyard of the farm. Just pair of granite stones marking their graves and rough carving of their names. He goes to chest at end of the bed and opens it up, after digging through lots of spare clothes at the bottom he finds what he looked for; his father's sword.<br><br>(http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/5124asBFTRL.jpg)<br><br>His father had married Mick's mother over twenty two years ago. Back those years ago there was great war, conflicts everywhere in the land. But what father told then wars ended and so full life soldiers like him had very hard time to settle down because of the scars of war in their minds and bodies, also people fearing soldiers for things what many soldiers did in the war. But mother, a local baker's daughter saw through the scars a good man and she learned love him and take him as he is, without questions or doubts. His father said once he had held his sword as greatest treasure and he gladly traded it away for Mick's mother. But still he did never sell the sword and the black polished wood scabbard. Mother had often teased father about the sword when he had regularly cleaned it, saying things like 'Where in farm you do need that junk?! Sell it so we can buy something more useful!'<br><br>But father had always said; 'This sword had saved my life countless times, same way you do not sell your family wedding gown I will not sell this sword!' Usually father's statement had ended any arguments regarding the sword. Altough useless in farm it was symbolic to father, it was his loyal companion. But still when in dead bed he had said to Mick; 'Do not bury the sword with me, dead people have no need for swords. Living have use for swords.' Father had never taught Mick how wield the sword, despite he had begged him to do so when he had been a kid and heard his tales about ancient war heroes. Father's refusal was simple; Mick is a farmer's son, not a son of soldier and he had part of his wedding vow towards mother promised never pick career of soldier never again and that included teaching swordplay. If Mick really wanted to learn swordcraft he needs find another mentor. Naturally in peaceful town like Willbrook there was none skilled in swordplay, closest being smith but they knew only enough how to test blades, not actually fight with the blades. So many times when Mick had felt insecure or scared, especially in time when father had died, he had looked comfort from his sword. His father's presence is somehow strongest in the sword and the simple process cleaning it often calms down Mick. As the process reminds the countless times father spoke and talked while cleaning the sword.<br><br>But now.....even while Mick sat on the wooden log which served as chair in the farm's kitchen, oiled rag passing along the blade.....it did not settle down his nerves. Laughing he said; "What's this nonsense?! Have I become scared for mere chilling winds and weird sunsets like a old woman?!" The self-lecture kind of shaked off the feel of the dread for short moment tough. But Mick is not aware of gnolls attack in Willbrook, nor that several small bands have already moved to nearest farms in Willbrook and butchered his neighbors. A young man, from closest farm to Mick's, a childhood friend called Jamie, was running for his life from gnolls which had attacked his family and the farm. Running towards Mick's home to warn him dark danger which is approaching his home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Knight and Farmer (Zaer Darkwail&amp;KaylaM)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 15:53:19</strong>
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				The figure heard the sounds of battle as the Gnolls fell upon the helpless town, the clash of arms and the cries of the helpless as the monsters struck. While she knew that the town would have its defenders, it was unlikely that they would have the strength or the numbers to stand up to a determined Gnoll pack on the rampage. While such acts were rare, at the same time, the results would be murderous.<br><br>They charged forward, their earlier apprehension thrown aside in favour of an almost reckless charge, the desire to protect those innocents from the horrors that had been unleashed upon them. The consequences of their act would come, but for now, they had other concerns that swept all that aside. Charging into the community itself, they pulled off the tattered cloak that had concealed their form, instead letting the world see them for what they were.<br><br>The woman’s long, dark red hair flew out behind her as she surged forward, 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 carried across her back, one that she unsheathed as she ran. 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 trailing behind her as she ran.<br><br>It was the blade of a Dark Knight, a secretive order of arcane warriors infused with vile powers that gave them abilities far beyond those of mortal men. Corrupt, violent, cruel and merciless, the Dark Knights were known and feared, instruments of destruction that left nought but ruin and carnage in their wake. Compared to what a group of Dark Knights might do, the carnage unleased upon the town by the Gnolls would be mild.<br><br>However, she did not seek to join the Gnolls in their barbarity. Instead, she spied a group of the hideous, hyena-headed humanoids who had fallen upon a group of villages with murderous intent. Screaming out a warcry, she surged forward, her blade lashing out at the nearest of the creatues, impaling it. As she ripped the blade free from its corps, it cracked with an almost tangible blackness, the runes shining with an unholy hue as they drank in the creatures’ very essence.<br><br>As one, the other members of the pack turned to face their attacker, shock obvious in their eyes, clearly not expecting this dark saviour. That surprise cost one of them dearly, the armoured woman lashing out, decapitating one of them with a single powerful blow.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Knight and Farmer (Zaer Darkwail&amp;KaylaM)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 18:12:20</strong>
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				<em>In village</em><br><br>The gnoll pack stared the dark savior in mixed shock and surprise, the woman with red mane and eyes and wearing dark armor and carrying blade of a dark knight. Most sane creatures would scream and run away.....but gnolls were not known for their wit and intelligence! So long they outnumber their foe they press on so long foe is on same size! With yapping howl the remaining pack, four gnolls, moved attack on the woman who had come interfere with their feasting fun on already dead human man! Two first gnolls made wild swings with their serrated bladed greatswords towards the woman! But the two others moved more widely around and carrying spears.....moving flank her from both sides and exploit fully the long reach of the barbed tipped spears! This is rather surprising discovery the dark knight, as usually gnolls attack savage fashion like first two, but these gnolls knows basics of tactics and team work! While the gnolls in front make wild swings which asks her full attention to block or dodge, which would be easy to counter attack and kill the gnolls. But the gnolls with spears at her sides would be waiting ready exploit any opening which she makes to try attack gnolls in front! However four gnolls are not threat.....but sounds of their yapping is alerting the whole pack, tens, twenty or even forty gnolls in village that these four gnolls are facing serious resistance! It's matter of time before rest of the pack closes in and then things can go quite.....hairy if all gnolls are trained to fight like these four are!<br><br><em>In Mick's Farm</em><br><br>Mick is cleaning his blade, in slow and calm motion. Then suddenly his blade starts shake......and more feel than hear somesort faint wailing sound?! Mick is shocked while he stares in blade in awe in his hands; "What in name of light is going on?! Sword never did this while my father cleaned it?!" Mick is unaware of dormant magic in the blade, and that very magic is now warning Mick in method what it can warn it's present wielder. Or rather former owner's son about the lurking approaching threat to his home. Then Mick hears distant shouting.....somewhere outside. He walks to the door, sheathing the wailing and faintly shaking blade on scabbard and it seems silence the sword and the wailing. Outside in fields he sees Jamie running in fields, shouting something to him but Mick not hearing it from faint cold whispering wind running across the field and he shouts back; <strong>"Jamie! What's the rush this hour?!"</strong><br><br>Jamie shouts back; <strong>"GNOLLS! Gnolls attacking us! Run Mi...gaaargghhh!"</strong> Jamie's speech is cut off when three arrows pluck on his back, all three busting out from his chest and him falling down dead and bleeding on field Mick had been working on the day! He sees the dark shadows of four gnolls in the field! Panic and fear paralyzes him, he sees the four pairs of red glowing eyes in shadowy field, the growls and barks and faint gleam of the steel the gnolls carried with them! A faint scarlet color tainting all weapons! Also metallic smell of blood is stronger in the wind....and despite sun is set horizon has faint red/golden blazing aura....coming from direction of Willbrook. Mick suddenly wakes up when arrow which one gnolls had fired scraps against his shoulder! Leaving nasty gash he catches breath and starts to run for his life! Going around the house to get his horse, old stallion named Blackstar, for a gray/white horse having black star in it's forehead. He mounts it without saddle and takes hold on rope reins what had been tied to him and say; "Gallop Blackstar, gallop fast!" With whine the Blackstar starts gallop, the snarl of gnolls encouraging the horse pump adrenaline to wake up from late evening sleepy state and ride fast across the field. Gnolls snarl curses and fire off arrows, all arrows miss Mick but horse gets two arrows sinked to it's flank! But panicked the horse keeps riding wildly towards the woods, and Mick having little to no control to horse's behavior now but letting Blackstar's instincts guide them for now, hoping somewhere safe and far away from the gnolls.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Knight and Farmer (Zaer Darkwail&amp;KaylaM)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 16:45:28</strong>
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				The dark woman looked over the quartet of Gnolls, seeing the way they moved, the way they coordinated with each other. Their actions were unnatural for the creatures; too well coordinated and precise for them. Usually, the hyena-like humanoids were brutal and savage, almost bestial in their actions. Coordination like this was unheard of for the creatures, suggesting a greater power at work behind this attack.<br><br>But that was not an immediate concern; surviving however, was. The Gnolls had her surrounded and covered; she could easily take one of them, but that would leave her open to the others to move in and take her out. No swordsman, no matter how skilled, could take those odds, or fight their way out from this situation.<br><br>However, she was no ordinary swordsman. Her eyes flared with unholy powers as she swung her blade, not moving from her spot between the creatures. Black flames leaped from the greatsword, burning an arc across the ground around her, the unearthly fire forcing the Gnolls to back off in fear of the dark sorcery, their tight formation breaking up.<br><br>Which allowed her to act. The Dark Knight leaped into action, swinging her massive blade at one of the now lone Gnolls. The weapon carved through the bestial humanoid’s chest, ripping through flesh and bone, leaving a trial of blood behind it as the creature cried out, then collapsed. Its comrade charged forward, howling in bloodlust, only to meet his end on her blade, his dark blood running down its length.<br><br>As it drake from the creature, the sword burned with power, feasting on its blood, fuelling itself and its wielder with dark and terrible strength. Invigorated, the woman leaped forward, falling upon one of the surviving Gnolls with&nbsp; terrifying strength, crushing the beast’s skull.<br><br>As she stood, however, she looked around, seeing so many more of the creatures cautiously approaching, weapons drawn. While individually, they were nothing before her, she knew the way that the numbers were going. She could only fight them for so long, only slay so many before they overwhelmed her. “So this is how it ends.” She spat as her crimson eyes cast over the creatures. “Not what I would have wanted, but a better end then I deserve.” Swung in a broad ark, the chain that attached it to her body clattering as she did.<br><br>There was an inevitability to it, one that she couldn’t avoid. However, she also knew that every Gnoll that was here, now, facing her was one less that would be falling on the innocents of the village. It was a small mercy, one that told her that her sacrifice would not be for nothing. <em>And if it means one less damned soul wandering this Earth, then it is a sacrifice I am willing to make</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Knight and Farmer (Zaer Darkwail&amp;KaylaM)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 17:23:35</strong>
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				While the dark knight woman decides make last stand to fight army of gnolls by herself, slay them all or die in trying. Her hearing catches sounds of loud whine of horse, crushing branches and tumble of rock behind her and then she sees a wild bucking horse laying in ground. Whining, dying from two deep embedded gnoll arrows sinked to it's flank. What was more curious tough was the rider; she saw the rider was one local farmers. A quite tall man, sturdy build legs and shoulders and arms with wide chest but he falls slightly shorter than her in height. A short cut deep brown hair and outdoor tanned skin and simple shirt, vest and trousers along with long and worn workman's boots soiled by soil and mud. The man laid on ground short distance from the horse, during the tumbling fall the man had leaped off the horse to avoid being crushed under weight of falling horse and he had short distance rolled down after the horse. The man groans, rises up by both hands pressing on ground and turning look up and then the dark knight sees man's face.<br><br>The man's dark brown eyes look upon frightening visage of the dark knight, he had short grown beard start in his chin.....not a boy but nor full grown man neither. Something in-between. However his eyes widen in fright, he shakes but he has still guts reach on handle of his sword, which dark knight now only sees because ti hands haphazardly from man's belt in scabbard. She sees flash of sapphire resting in cross shaped pommel when man grips the handle and shouts; "Stay away from me monsters! Why you attacked Willbrook?! <em><strong>Why</strong></em>?!" The man's eyes sees the dark knight, bloodied blade and her armor and her brilliant red eyes.....he had heard the horror tales and woman can see man already painting her belonging to this pack of gnolls! But it seems from all innocents in local area, this man remains. Altough he has sword she can see the man has never killed, nor never used a sword. She had seen eyes of hundreds, thousands, of killers, soldiers and warriors. Man has no such eyes. She sees only eyes which would fit more a scared panicked boy who is trying act like a man. Eyes which are filled with fear and questions, and shock as man now sees the slaughter house fest what Willbrook has become!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Knight and Farmer (Zaer Darkwail&amp;KaylaM)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 16:25:19</strong>
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				The knight had resigned herself to death, hoping that in doing such, she would buy time for the surviving villagers to escape the fate that had befallen them. It was a selfless act, one borne not only form an acceptance of the odds stacked against them, but also of one final atonement, one last bid to remove some of the weight upon their shoulders, to offer recompense for the vile acts that they had committed before.<br><br>She was lost to the battle, blade and spells flying as she dug into the horde of Gnolls, determined to make them suffer for what they had unleashed here. However, something happened, something she was not prepared for, that offered a strange relief from the nightmare that this village had become. One man, scarcely more then a boy, riding a mortally wounded horse into the village, a sword in his hand. It was unfathomable, the idea that he would do such, to ride into the battlefield rather than escape from it.<br><br>The beast fell, its rider barely escaping being crushed underneath it. Instead, he drew his blade – <em>an exquisite, extravagant design, one of incredible craftsmanship, almost a brilliant reflection of the nightmarish weapon she was wielded to</em> – and shouted, cursing the beasts and her for the carnage they had unleashed upon his home. She could immediately understand his anger, seeing her in amongst this added a human face to the horror that had been unleashed. More to the point, to his mind, it added a lead to it, a force that would motivate and drive the creatures. It was a fair assumption, just one that was far from correct.<br><br>Even then, he was a distraction she didn’t need. “Boy, I am not the one responsible for this attack.” She began, indicating to the butchered Gnoll corpses around her. “As hard as it is to believe, I would not wish this on anyone. I seek to stop this senseless slaughter, and discover the truth behind it. And you should leave me to it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Knight and Farmer (Zaer Darkwail&amp;KaylaM)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 16:50:02</strong>
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				Mick listened in awe when instead of mockery, laughter or threats he heard that the woman before him is not responsible! He does not believe her! But he then sees the gnoll corpses now lithering around the battlefield.....each and every one had cut from her greatsword. Large gaping wounds or exploded to pieces by dark magic. He asks with doubtful voice; "S-stop it how?! There's hundreds of them! I will stick with you, if I try run out I get chased down by those things! We can find answers later but not if we are corpses!" There was simple wisdom in that, albeit also ironic. He is safest with being close to her, but also in higher danger get injured in crossfire if she does not leave this place. Also irony itself he seeks refuge behind armor and blade of a dark knight.<br><br>The gnolls who are fought with her with ferocity grew smarter, they no longer engaged in close combat. Instead large unit of gnolls formed a loose and large formation.....with bows! All gnolls in unision lifted bows and fired storm of arrows towards dark knight! No doubt unarmored farmer becoming very soon pincushion under such heavy steel rain! Air whistles by the dozen of arrows flying high in air and starting their deadly downfall upon place where dark knight and Mick stood! Gnoll archers were far and also they are taking cover behind ruins of the city, again unlikely move and actions done by just regular gnolls. More done by trained army than wild pack of humanoid beasts! Also the unision, sudden change of strategies, all happen fast and done without barked commands between them. As if someone silently is giving them orders and they react like puppets. Anyways most immediate concern was now falling rain of dark steel falling from the sky downwards.
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