The Winter Knight
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Alright, first chapter.
Chapter One- A Storms Brewing
Raziel, The Winter Knight, and a Paladin, looked up at the brewing storm.
“That’s not a bloody natural storm,” Raziel muttered. He stood on a hill not very far away from the ongoing battle. His Paladin brethren, outfitted in shining Golden armor, some with a cloak of golden silk attached, and others with no cloak, fought the Undead legion in front of them.
The War, now coming to be known as the Edge Of Extinction War, as the scholars of Lore deemed to name it, was started by Artix Kreigers desire to eradicate the Undead. Artix believed that the Undead threat was growing to much, and needed to be put down, and so they fought. Raziel couldn’t say what his own reasons where in fighting the War, but it didn’t matter much now, he could only fight to preserve his order. Of course there was the fact that throughout this War Raziel had been searching for Obsedia, a Necromancer Woman. She had given him an insult a long time ago, and Raziel simply could not let it be.
It was petty, but it wasn’t within him to let it go. Some Undead skeletons got bold and rushed Raziel, their clubs and various weapons raised high.
Raziel arched an eyebrow at them,
“Blasted ugly bunch of creatures, aren’t you? May the light bring you peace.” With that, Raziel raised his right hand. A green glowing ball of light started to form within the middle of his palm. It expanded, and then, with great force, blasted forward, becoming a long beam of green, deadly energy, that utterly destroyed the Undead rushing him. Bone and dead skin flew everywhere.
There was an argument among the Paladins, “Do the Undead who wish to be Undead deserve to live?”
Raziel believed they should be able to, if they wished it. Some Undead were Undead against their will, but some wished to be, so why deny them? It was something Raziel struggled with in this War, but he ended up convincing himself that because they stood in his way of achieving his goal to destroy the evil necromancers that plagued lore, they must be destroyed. Still, when Raziel didn’t feel directly threatened, and he had the opportunity, he addressed it by asking them to step aside, that they were not his enemy, and if they wished to be Undead, they could be. Most still opposed him, unwilling to believe a Paladin could be reasonable, thinking he might stab them in the back if they turned it. And so they died. Raziel was a powerful Wizard, with the Robes of Talados, his Blade of Awe and his Paladin shield, he was formidable. He was trained by the best Wizards he could learn under, his intellect was as high as it could ever be, and his skill with a Blade and other melee weapons were also top of the line. His endurance was in great shape, but not quite as good as it could be. Still, he was a hybrid in combat, and not many Undead could match him. He destroyed them.
“What will come of this war? if we win, what will our purpose be?” Raziel said out-loud.
It was hard to say what he would do, but one thing was for certain, he would not let his class end, he would fight for his order, because they did good. There were a few with questionable judgment, but most did good, and that was all that mattered to Raziel.
Chapter Two- Winter Isn’t Always A Nice Season
“What can you tell me of your plans, Necromancer?” Raziel said.
They were in a cabin, or rather, they were in one of Raziel cabins that was close to Battleon. He was on his estate. He had built this cabin a while ago for occasions like this. There were times when one needed information and had to be unpleasant to get it.
“Go soil yourself, Paladin.” The Necromancer spat.
“Hmm, well, how about we start with something simple, like your name?”
The Necromancer glared at him.
“Shove it, I’m not telling you didlie, get out of here.”
Raziel sighed. Torture was not something he enjoyed, but information equaled power. And at the moment, he needed the Necromancer War plans, or at least some of them. Raziel recalled how he had captured the Necromancer earlier that day.
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Raziel had stood on the hill watching the battle for a while. Watching how the Paladin generals responded to the Necromancers undead minions trying to flank them, the Paladins had called up a wall of light to block them, it only lasted a bit, but it did the job, it allowed the Paladins to get some soldiers repositioned there, countering the flank. The rumors circling were that the Necromancers were planning something big. Raziel decided it was time to do something about it. He headed down the hill, blasting away Undead when they tried to rush him, and cutting them down when they got to close.
Soon, he was deep within the Necromancer camp. He had knocked out a Necromancer and stolen it’s uniform. Soon, he made it close to the center, here he paused. Necromancers were everywhere. Some circled fires, other were calling up undead, some were eating and laughing, none noticed Raziel. He kept an eye out for any necromancers that looked important. As luck would have it, one pointed out him.
“You!”
Raziel snapped to attention, and when he answered, he made his voice soft.
“Yes, sir?”
“Come here a moment, I need a word with you in private.”
“Yes, sir.”
This was perfect, a word in private? Away from prying eyes, oh how lucky he was today.
They headed through some trees until they were away from the camp.
“Can I trust you, necromancer?”
“About as far as you can throw me, sir.”
And with that, Raziel bashed him over the head with the pummel of his Blade, dark Phoenix.
Five hours later, they were in one of his Cabins.
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“You know, I don’t enjoy torture, really I don’t, but this is a War, I need information, and you have it. I really rather this not get unpleasant.”
“Go feed the sharks.” The Necromancer spat.
“You think you can resist me. You believe that you can withstand pain, eventually you will break, though. Hell, even I would, and I’m extremely stubborn. Now, I’ve tortured dark monsters, and dark practitioners before, I can inflict a whole hell of a lot of pain.”
As he said this, he brought unsheathed his Blade.
Dark Phoenix was a dark Weapon, but it’s ability was to painfully paralyze whatever it did damage to. The blade was long, broad, and black. The hilt was made of a brown metal, and had a shining gem attached to it. The pummel and shaft was also made of a dark brown metal, it was a wicked blade.
“With this, I could literally, and quite painfully, paralyze your entire body. You’ll return to normal after a bit, and then I can do it again. Eventually, the pain will get to you. The thing is, I won’t do it right away, you’ll return to normal, and I’ll do it randomly. You’ll start to wonder when it’s coming, try to anticipate it, it’ll drive you nuts. You will tell me what your side is planning, we can be here for awhile, and sure, you might end up holding out until your plan is carried into motion, but if that happens, I’ll simply kill you and hide the body, you won’t even become a lich like I know your planning, because I know an incantation that will prevent it. So, care to share?”
“Go do everyone a favor, and jump of the Guardian Tower.”
Raziel sighed again, and touched the point of dark Phoenix to the Necromancer, and the torture began.
Chapter 3- Trial by Combat
Two hours had passed, and Raziel was starting to admire the necromancers determination.
“You do realize that this would be a lot easier if you simply told me what was so big that you necromancers are planning.”
“Go boil yourself in Zard Dung.”
“Hmm, and so it continues.”
Instead of touching the Necromancer with Dark Phoenix right away, Raziel got up from the chair he had been sitting in, walked over to a counter and picked up the mug of steaming tea he had there.
He sipped it, and then without warning, wiped Dark Phoenix toward the Necromancers face,but stopped right before the point of the Shadowsteel blade touched him.
He then calmly withdrew the blade and sipped his tea again. After awhile he sat down, and calmly and slowly extended Dark Phoenix again.
“Wait, dang it, wait! I’ll tell you, just don’t touch me with that blasted thing again!” The Necromancer cried.
Raziel almost let his surprise show, he didn’t though, instead he withdrew Dark Phoenix again.
“Alright then, speak.”
“Arial strike. We plan on flying a few Dracoliches over your camp, dropping hundreds of undead minions in it’s center, catch you by surprise and diminish your numbers.”
Raziel frowned.
“Good plan, except that we’d see the Dracoliches and simply cast a dome of light around us, so it would fail.”
“Nope. We’d hide them with Dark Magicks, cloak them, they’d be invisible.”
Clever, the Paladins would never suspect it.
‘When does yoru group plan on this happening?”
“High Noon, assuming it’s still the first day you brought me.”
“Okay then.” Raziel said.
Slashing Dark Phoenix forward, he cut the bonds holding the Necromancer and tossed his staff into his lap.
“Lets go outside.” Raziel said.
“And do what?”
“Hold your trial, what else?”
When they got out side, Raziel turned to face the Necromancer.
I will not kill a defenseless being, it will be trial by combat. I cannot let you leave here, and I don’t have time to watch you. You kill me, you go free, you don’t...Well, I won’t have to watch you or worry about you ever again.” Raziel said, twirling Dark Phoenix.
“Okay, but I demand a condition.” The Necromancer said, nodding, as if satisfied at how things were going down.
“Name it.” Raziel replied.
“Nothing but magic can be used.”
Raziel arched an eyebrow.
“That’s acceptable I suppose.” So saying, Raziel raised Dark Phoenix and concentrated.
Icy blue flames erupted at the tip of the weapon and started to entwine itself around the sword, and as it did so, the sword changed. It became longer, the blade circling and growing wider. Soon, Raziel held a 5 and half feet long staff in his right hand. The staffs top was a ring that looked like the sun, and in it’s middle was a ball of the same Icy blue flame.
“A long time ago, when I set out for a special weapon, something that was meant just for me, I was a practiced Swordsman and adept Wizard. I needed something that was both magical and at the same time a physical power as well. So, using complex magic and with some help, Dark Phoenix was created. A powerful weapon, that could change into a staff as well as into a Sword. Now, when you are ready.” Raziel said.
Not giving him a chance to reply, Raziel pointed Dark Phoenix at his foe, and concentrated. The air started to condense and soon, tiny needles of ice appeared in the air and shot toward the Dark Magic User.
The Necromancer twirled his Bone Staff and almost instantly an Undead Minion shot from the ground and took the hit from the Ice Needles meant for its master.
“Nice reaction,” Raziel said, “But I must end this quickly. Raziel twirled Dark Phoenix and slammed its end on the ground. Nothing seemed to happen.
“What, not as good a Wizard you seem to-” The Necromancers retort was cut short, as a giant spear of ice slammed through his chest.
The Necromancer fell to his knees.
“You expected something flashy, something big, and so you were off guard when it did not happen. and chose not to take notice of your surroundings. If you had, you would have noticed the spear of ice silently forming behind you. Amazing what a simply sentence will do, I say a few words with the right weight, making ti sound like I’m going to do something amazing, and when you don’t get what you expect, your a sitting duck.”
Raziel watched with interest in his eyes as the light went out of the Necromancers eyes and he died.
“May light shelter your dark heart in the void.” Raziel said.
Then he muttered a few words to keep the Necromancer from returning as a lich, and headed toward the war to prepare for the Necromancers big attack.
< Message edited by The Winter Knight -- 2/12/2013 23:02:08 >
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