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| The Legend of the Crimson Knight; chapter two | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 8 2007, 09:54 AM (85 Views) | |
| Post #1 Jul 8 2007, 09:54 AM | crimson knight |
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Kenthar felt himself floating in the blackness of unconsciousness. Time meant nothing here. Minutes could be hours. Seconds could be days. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally felt the darkness begin to lift. Kenthar awoke with a start, covered in a cold sweat. His dreadnaught armor had dispelled itself, but Kenthar could still feel the raw power pulsing inside him. Kenthar stood, observing the ravaged land that was his home. Previously a quiet metropolis, Kenthar’s hometown was now nothing but a pile of ash. Not a single house was left standing. How long has it been since that night? Kenthar thought to himself. The dreadnaught did not falter, however. He knew he could not waste any time. He had to find his brother. Kenthar easily found a road that led the same direction as Dynoth had flown, and began to follow it. He never once looked back at his hometown. After three hours of endless walking, Kenthar finally spotted a town in the distance. To his great satisfaction, the town was still standing. Kenthar donned a makeshift cloak he had fashioned on his way, just in case he happened to pass by some travelers. He did not want anyone to see his eyes. Kenthar entered the town just as the sun was beginning to set. There were still a few people left in the streets, but they just assumed he was a normal traveler. Kenthar made his way down the main street of the small city, eventually finding a tavern. “I’ll have to stay here for the night,” he said, thinking out loud. As Kenthar entered the bar, he felt the high tension in the air. At first, he thought they knew about him, but soon saw he was wrong. Sitting in the far corner of the tavern was a man with shining gold eyes, a dreadnaught. Nearly everyone in the bar was periodically looking over their shoulder, making sure he had not summoned his dreadnaught armor yet. The dreadnaught was ogling the various waitresses and prostitutes that occupied the tavern. He paid almost no heed to the male patrons except for the occasional sneer. Kenthar approached the bar, and, as he sat down, a conversation behind him struck his interest. “Did you see that black streak go across the sky four days ago?” one man asked. “Yea! I heard it was a dreadnaught. He was on a straight course for the capitol!” “What? Really?” “Yea! People are calling him Scourge because he destroys anything that gets in his way.” Kenthar knew the dreadnaught they were talking about was Dynoth. Only he could cause such destruction. As Kenthar continued to listen to the conversation, he noticed something odd happen. As one of the barmaids was leaving for the night, the dreadnaught in the back left after her. Kenthar, sensing trouble, followed the dreadnaught out the door. The night sky loomed overhead as Kenthar pushed out the door. The dreadnaught he was following had already caught up with the woman, and he could hear her screams from where he stood. “Get off me you monster!” she screamed slapping him across the face. “You whore!” he yelled, throwing her to the ground, “I’ll kill you for that!” In a flash of light, the dreadnaught suddenly was covered in golden armor that sparkled in the moonlight. A long, ornate spear was poised in his hand, ready to strike down the woman. The woman screamed at the top of her lungs, and tried to shield herself with her arms, knowing her death was near. The spear tip came down, plunging toward the woman’s heart. Just as the blade was about to impale the woman, it was thrown aside by a blur of red. The woman, not knowing why she had not been stabbed, looked up, only to see Kenthar standing in front of her. “You will not harm her,” Kenthar said to the dreadnaught. The woman scrambled away; praising every deity she could think of that she was still alive. “I will not allow you to hurt innocent people!” Kenthar shouted as he swung his sword, slamming it into the stomach of the golden dreadnaught. The dreadnaught slid backward several feet, but was otherwise unharmed. As the two fought it out, the townspeople began to gather around them. They stared in awe at the display of power. “He saved me,” the woman told them, “The red one. He saved me!” The looks of amazement turned to disbelief as they eyed Kenthar. However, their disbelief soon turned to joy. The people finally had someone to fight against the dreadnaughts. “He is like a crimson knight sent from the heavens,” one person shouted from the crowd. “Yes! The Crimson Knight is here to save us!” shouted another person in agreement. The crowd let out a tremendous cheer, but Kenthar did not notice. He was in battle, and, thus, too focused to realize their presence. Kenthar rushed in to continue his assault on the dreadnaught. He burst forward using his wings, aiming for another horizontal slash. The enemy dreadnaught, however, got his spear up in time to block the blow. Kenthar then spun, trying to get a strike in on the other side. Once again, his blow was easily deflected. The enemy dreadnaught, seeing an opportunity to attack, executed a powerful upward thrust that launched Kenthar backwards and into the air. Kenthar, however, utilized his ability to fly, and remained hovering in the air for a split second. In the blink of an eye, he began his descent, sword overhead, straight at his golden opponent. The dreadnaught brought his spear up to block, but the force of Kenthar’s blow was too great. His sword smashed right through both the dreadnaught’s spear and his helmet, embedding itself in his skull. Kenthar dispelled his armor, glad that he was able to make it in time. Just then, Kenthar noticed the crowd that had gathered to watch the fight. They all cheered for him, and the woman ran out from the crowd to meet her hero. “Thank you for saving me mister Crimson Knight,” she said to him. “Crimson Knight?” he asked, puzzled. “Well,” the woman responded, “That’s what everyone has been calling you since that fight started.” “Crimson Knight, eh? I like it.” Kenthar smiled as the crowd cheered once more for him, and they followed him back into the tavern. Once they were in the tavern, there was a great celebration. During that time, Kenthar learned that the dreadnaught he had killed had been terrorizing the town for a very long time. To these people, he was a hero. The men took turns buying him drinks, and shaking his hand as they celebrated. However, Kenthar could not shake the feeling that this act was insignificant. He knew that even as he sat there, his brother was wreaking havoc somewhere else. The Crimson Knight was suddenly broken away from his thoughts as he realized what was happening around him. Everything in the tavern had stopped moving. Men and women stood frozen in place all around the bar. Beer bottles hung in the air mid flight, and two dancers were caught in the longest lasting leaps of their careers. A single person stood, unaffected, at the other end of the tavern. He wore long, black robes, and had snow white hair that drifted down past his shoulders. The palm of his right hand was alight with a strange looking rune. The man walked toward Kenthar and said, “Hello Crimson Knight. I am sorry to interrupt your celebration, but you are needed elsewhere.” “Who the hell are you,” Kenthar asked, astounded by the display this man had put on. “I am Norelos, master of runes, and I need your help. You will learn more if you come with me.” “Alright then,” the dreadnaught conceded, “I will go with you.” The runemaster lead Kenthar out of the tavern and into the street. As he left, he noticed the rune on Norelos’s hand fade then disappear. At the same time, he heard the commotion continue inside the bar. Norelos led the Crimson Knight on down the street until they came to an abandoned old building. Norelos walked to the door of the house, and knocked in a complex pattern. Kenthar was absolutely confused, but said nothing, trusting that the mage did not bring him to this house to knock on a door. Suddenly, the ground started to move underneath the two. Kenthar and Norelos were slowly lowered into the ground on the camouflaged platform. As they went down, a small underground chamber was revealed. The chamber was dimly lit, and only contained three chairs. A thin man in leather armor, however, filled one chair, carving runes into an arrow. A bow and quiver leaned nearby against the wall. “Sit,” Norelos said, “We have much to discuss.” |
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| Post #2 Jul 8 2007, 12:35 PM | Craggon |
Nice story, my only question is:
Is "Norelos" supposed to be Kenthar in this sentence? |
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| Post #3 Jul 8 2007, 08:22 PM | crimson knight |
| Heh, oops. I thought I got all of those pesky typos. You're right, it is supposed to be Kenthar. I'll edit it now. |
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