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#Post#: 1683--------------------------------------------------
Meanwhile, elsewhere in Kernow...
By: guest7 Date: September 1, 2016, 5:09 pm
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Sir Lamorak, Knight of the Duchy, rode proudly through the
forest of Sancreeth, with five men at arms at his side. There
had been numerous rumours of an undead presence in these parts
and the knight and his men were to be paid well by the locals to
do something about it. To tell the truth, Lamorak cared not
about the peasants, but as long as they were paying...
"Sir, the lads are nervous." noted Sergeant Duncan. "They've
never faced undead before."
"Hmf." Lamorak sniffed disparagingly. "They're worse than Gwer
in a fight, they just smell bad. Anyway, it's not my problem,
Duncan. Your job is to keep that peasant rabble under control,
so just do it."
A clearing came into view ahead, and in the clearing was a tall,
broad figure with long white hair and clad in midnight blue
armour etched with lightning bolts. He turned at the disturbance
and Lamorak 's party noted his pale skin and the trickle of
blood on his lip.
The men-at-arms took an involuntary step back at the sight of
the figure. One word was running through everyone's mind.
Vampire.
Evidently Lamorak had come to the same conclusion. He wheeled
his horse around and cantered off, with a yell of "Get him, you
dogs! I'll go for help!" After about 800 yards, Lamorak slowed
his horse to a walk. Feeling smug, he didn't notice the blunt
end of a polearm until it swept him off his horse.
The blue armoured figure of the vampire stepped out of the
trees, looking at Lamorak with disdain. "You have no honour,
conviction or loyalty. You leave your men to die while you save
your own skin." Lamorak swung his dagger desperately, only for
the vampire to kick it out of his shaking hand. Lamorak
collapsed, sobbing and babbling, and the vampire 's scowl
deepened. "You can't even fight without your weapons. And you
still think you can be a knight? What a disgrace!" The last
thing Lamorak saw was the vampires fist descending at lightning
speed, before it pierced his visor and burst his skull.
A short sword glanced off the vampires shoulder pauldron, and he
casually turned to see Sergeant Duncan. Instead of attacking
Duncan, the vampire smiled ironically.
"Begone, man at arms." He said quietly. "You have no hope of
victory, and I take no pride in such an easy battle. Go back to
where you came from and train. When you have learned enough to
be a more interesting opponent, mayhap we shall fight again."
The vampire walked off into the trees, calling to the transfixed
Duncan over his shoulder. "My title is Vladimir Soran Markovich
Fukurukov, also known as the Knight of the Storm. If you have
learned anything today, you will not come after me until you are
truly ready."
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Re: Meanwhile, elsewhere in Kernow...
By: guest7 Date: September 7, 2016, 6:12 pm
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Vladimir Fukurukov walked tiredly back to the inn he had been
lodging in for the past week. He'd have to move on soon. He
always did.
Already the rumours had started flying about undead in the area.
With those rumours, and the gutsy man-at-arms who had shown so
much more gumption than his master, that craven excuse for a
knight, it wouldn't be too long before even the densest peasant
made a connection between the rumoured undead and the reclusive
knight lodging at the inn who slept the days away.
Vladimir was met at the door of the inn by a tall, groomed
figure, prematurely grey hair pulled back into a neat style and
dressed in a black suit, plum coloured waistcoat and frilly
white shirt. "Good hunting, sir?" the man asked politely.
Vladimir returned a thin smile. "Maybe a little too good, Jakob.
Settle up with the innkeeper and find that wastrel Hans. We're
leaving in the morning."
The following morning was bright and clear. Vladimir had to
close his eyes momentarily, unused to the glare. Three horses
had been saddled by the ever-efficient butler to the Fukurukov
family, the redoubtable Jakob. Technically speaking, this should
have been Hans, the squire's job, but he was perched unsteadily
in the saddle, feeling the effects of a night of loud singing
and cheap Gwer rotgut whisky. Mounting up, Vladimir, Jakob and
Hans rode slowly out of the town. As they passed through the
rough area of town, trying not to catch the eyes of the various
pimpy types holding poorly concealed daggers and clubs, a
relatively attractive redheaded Den girl in various scanty
leather items that were about two sizes too small for her
twitched her hips coquettishly as they rode by. "Discounts for
this week only." she purred. "15 bezzies for a night of
pleasure."
"Look elsewhere." said Vladimir sadly. "My heart already belongs
to another. Besides, my sharing your bed would bring not
pleasure but pain and fear."
As Vladimir rode off, followed by the girl's annoyed yells of
"Cheapskate! Lousy homo! I hope it rots off!", he pulled an
ornate locket from his pocket, opened it and gazed wistfully at
the picture within. A miniature portrait of a beautiful, rather
busty blonde in a pretty blue dress and holding a rose stared
shyly back at him.
"She would have been proud of what you have accomplished,
milord." Jakob opined as he noticed the locket. Vladimir shook
his head. "I would trade my accomplishments and skills, and this
entire twilight existence, for a single hour more with my
beloved Duchesse Celeste, before a mutual death locked in each
other's arms."
Jakob smiled ironically. "You sound just like that Romeus fellow
in that play we saw at the last town, mooning over the fair
Julia." Jakob 's tone turned serious. "You know my lineage.
While you are Weigand aristocracy, I am a mere Darcany. I am
grateful for your kindness to me while I have served you, and I
will now give you a tip, gleaned from the famous Darcany sight.
Maybe your true love lies not behind you, but before you." Jakob
smiled again, lightheartedly mocking his undead master and
friend. "The advice is free. For obvious reasons, I don't expect
you to cross my palm with silver!" Jakob kicked his horse on
ahead. Vladimir shook his head with a wry smile and followed his
faithful manservant.
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Re: Meanwhile, elsewhere in Kernow...
By: guest7 Date: September 11, 2016, 1:35 pm
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Evening drew in. Vladimir's retinue had made reasonably good
time and were now passing to the north east of the pirate den of
Pensans. They came across a Gwer settlement that had been razed
to the ground. Unconsciously they gave it a wide berth. Shortly,
they arrived at a rise in the land, overlooking the old, ruined
asylum of Pon-sandan, and beyond, the sea. Vladimir frowned
slightly at a strange sight.
A convoy of different creatures was moving slowly along. They
were mostly Den, but the vampire knight also saw Korr, Koth,
Skeus-Koth and at least one Gwer.
Jakob rode up behind Vladimir and took in the sight. "Demon
hunters, unless I miss my guess, my lord. There's a rift between
our realm and the demon realm in these parts, or so I hear."
Vladimir was hardly listening. His keen eyesight had picked out
the banners of Kesserlan of the Empire among the throng. He
recalled from a memory 500 years old that he had once fought
alongside Kesserlan troops, and found them fierce and
uncompromising fighters. But while the banners of Kesserlan had
drawn his attention, it was the slight, white clad figure
further along in the convoy that kept it.
The young woman was relatively small, but had a curvy figure.
Her blonde hair was kept in place by a circlet of flowers, and
she carried a healing staff with blue crystal tips. Her pointed
ears marked her as an elf, but otherwise... Vladimir reopened
his locket, looking back and forth at the blonde girl in the
portrait image and the young elf in the convoy. Vladimir closed
the locket with a snap.
"The people of the East say that when one dies, their soul is
reborn into a new body. I never believed that, but this Koth
maiden... she looks so much like Celeste..."
"So, what now, my lord?" Jakob ruminated. Vladimir favoured
Jakob with a slight smile. "Isn't it obvious, Jakob?" Vladimir
wheeled his horse around and set off at a brisk trot down the
slope. "We follow them."
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