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King Knight, High Lord of the Dish Pile.
By: King Knight Date: July 14, 2017, 10:17 pm
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Name: King Knight.
Although My Liege or You're majesty will also suffice.
Certain peasants of fond association may refer to his highness
as 'Karl'. Those who refer to him as a "[color=yellow]Decadent
Dandy[/color]" do so at their own peril of mild annoyance and
threat of stained glass confetti.
Gender: Male
Height: 3'2''
Powers/Abilities: A running theme song which plays along to his
actions (decidedly 8bit), Bursts of lateral speed, rather
impressive jumping prowess, plot sensitive stamina, and the
ability to call confetti to rain from the sky [s](which may or
may not contain stained glass)[/s].
The powers of his highness is limited in comparison to the other
members of the once illustrious and exclusive Order of no
Quarter, but is confident in their splendor none the less.
Occupation: Dishwasher at Grilby's.
Residence: Snowden.
Bio/History:
Hailing from a land of adventure, Karl was once a lord of the
land and ruled with... questionable, efficiency. Not much is
known about the decadent and enigmatic figure that would
eventually gain his true fame with the rise of the Tower of
Fate'. The tower of fate, a dark Tower of unknown and terrible
magic rose from the very ground and soon with it, an
enchantress. Seeing the despot that was Karl, she took him under
her wing as she did for many others who would eventually become
her 'Order of No Quarter'. Once in her favor, he was granted
both lordship of and the lands of 'Pridemoor', using it's castle
as his lair from which he he ruled with tyranny in the name of
the Enchantress. Living his decadent life alone with servants to
tend his whims.
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But, all good things must come to an end.
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Beaten by a hero brandishing a shovel in single combat, King
Knight returned to the tower to lick his wounds and polish his
armor (which had been terribly scuffed in the fight), waiting
for the chance to strike back against he who had challenged his
honor and fashion sense! As he waited, more and more knights of
the order began to return to the tower. All had been defeated by
their shovel wielding foe until all of the order had returned!
Outrageous! How could a simple man with such poor choice of
weapon and blue horned attire beaten his companions, let alone
himself! The Nerve!
It was only a matter of time until their shared foe arrived, but
none had expected him to arrive during their dinner. Let alone
crash through the ceiling.
One by one they took turns attempting to best their foe and one
by one they were defeated. Again.
With none to block his path to the Enchantress , King Knight did
the brave thing after seeing the Knave off with a few cutting
words....
He ran away to his castle.
A battle raged atop the tower of fate which all the land may
have seen as the the blue horned knight of the shovel faced the
enchantress. But, as all other had before her, she fell. With
the defeat of the enchantress the world was set 'right' again.
What this meant for the poor king knight was the rightful ruler
of Pridemoor was returned to his throne. King Knight now serving
a terrible and degrading sentence as a servant of the castle.
Doomed to wash and polish for the rest of his days. Something
which took our dear King Knight barely a year to grow weary of.
The enchantress HAD to still be out there. The shovel knight had
spared him and his companions after their defeat, why would that
have changed at the final hurdle of his quest? A glimmer of hope
returned to his eyes that day beneath his helm. Perhaps if he
could find her, she would return him to his rightful place as
the lord of another land! He at least deserved to rule over
something more then a cot in the... ugh... servants quarters...
With nary a luxery beyond three square meals a day, a simple bed
and a dental plan. No cakes? Now grand balls in his honor? How
DARE they treat him in such a criminal manner! With a blast of
confetti and some bruised kneecaps later, the intrepid and
dashing King Knight hurtled through the castle. Jumping,
sliding, and throwing confetti, he annoyed his way with great
valor through the castle in a daring robbery and escape before
reaching the roof a small sack of gems and the kings crown
richer. How else might he finance his reclamation of his kingdom
or mistress? Besides, how could he return to her side without a
tribute of apology for his failures before. The crown, of
coarse, he kept for himself. With guards closing in, King Knight
dashed to a catapult along the castle ramparts and loaded
himself into the bowl, thrusting a diamond into the hand of the
decidedly equine peasant operating it and demanding to be shot.
The sot had the terrible nerve to complain that it was not
properly calibrated and that he could end up anywhere, but
another gem in his hands quieted him. With a pull of the lever
as the king's men burst onto the roof, he waved a mocking
goodbye before he was sent soaring into the heavens, leaving the
castle behind as a mere speck in the distance behind him!
..... and the town.... and the land.... and the everything.....
Oh... That was a mountain coming right at him, wasn't i-
[font=verdana]CRRRRAAASSHH!!!!![/font]
Aching, bruised, but otherwise still in one piece, King Knight
awoke to a snow covered land. Getting to his feet, he had lost
his sack. the crown lay atop his brow as normal, but his ill
gotten wealth was gone.... how would he appease the enchantress
now? He could barely see his reflection in the golden armor that
was now smudged... broken.. dented.. and with no servants to fix
it worst of all. Hm... how would he dig himself out of this one?
With no sun and surrounded by snow it seemed like the place the
enchantress might have taken refuge... but how had he even
gotten here? He was smacking into a mountain a second ago....
...No matter, what mattered now was that he find something to
repay the enchantress with when he found her again. But that was
a hard bargain. He was not the only one in this strange place.
It would appear there was already a monarchy here! What rotten
luck. Even so, as insulted as he was, they did not seem to be
aware of his exploits or his presence. But once again, that was
the least of his problems. With no servants to bring him his
food and no money to pay someone to do it... and against his own
pride... he needed a job. Luckily his time as a servant himself
had taught him to clean quite well, eventually earning him the
lowly position of dishwasher at a somewhat local eatery... a
position far below his stature, but he would take it none the
less. For his pride he needed a grand gift for the enchantress,
for which she would sadly have to wait. He needed a little
progression first. First dishwasher, then cashier, then
manager... and next... who knew what came next! First [insert
establishment here], then, the underground!
If only the dish piles would stop for a second and he could
actually plot out his master plan....
Theme:
HTML https://youtu.be/4uOuLH5xKVc
Voice/Personality:
HTML https://youtu.be/4iCzOllSjLU
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