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The Black Grail Knights approached. Mighty warriors in each of their own rights who had been tricked into supping from a false grail. Their foolishness was drawn upon their faces as those exposed to Lucian appeared to have rotted heavily from the plague of Red Pox which had spread into their ranks.
Spirit lights of violet danced in their rotten eye sockets as they surrounded the Grail Knight. Upon their steeds the warriors could have easily ran the Black Knight down but instead they each took their commands with as much looseness as it could. Lucian had no doubt that they were being hammered by all sides by the will of a powerful vampire and the Lord of Undead himself biting at their heels.
Lucian did not fall back through. He did not flee from them as he was encircled by the legendary warriors who each were enough to bring down dukedoms and any kingdom in the border princes. He soon found his footing and lifted the scythe from the ground, raising the weapon against those who were to betray their own oaths and honor for the first of what will be a great many times.
<span class="mu-s">“You do not get a choice to resist me!”</span> Growled the Red Duke as he lifted his hand and possessed one of them with the greatest amount of his will, <span class="mu-s">“Bring his head!”</span>
Bonded to damned masters the Black Grail Knight raised his lance towards Lucian who held firm. He could not resist what he was meant to be, not as a creation by this creton of a sorcerer had anything to do about it. The lance was pointed directly into the head of Lucian which for the Black Armored Grail Knight was the best thing he could hope for.
He knew that he did not have enough strength to parry a Lance whose wielder was at full gallop, so Lucian brought his left arm in a deflect and allowed the blow to be received there. The lance had pierced the worn Dwarfen armor and went clear through. Yet Adok’s creation was just strong enough to rob the blow of all its force and allowed Lucian to twist around so that he wrenched his arm out of the blow.
And like that, the blood of the betrayed fell upon the grass. A gust of wind which felt like ancient magics brushed against Lucian, causing him to turn with all the others. It had come from the nearby forest, its dead branches.
Coming from the forest was a being from legends.
He was a spectral figure who was imposing to all who looked upon him. His helm being one from a time before the current one and with a tri-banner carried upon his back. His steed was as massive as he was, a beast who could run over a thousand men and still keep going.
At the dishonor witnessed by Gods of both Chaos and Order, their hands were forced to allow his entry. The Green Knight of Bretonnia began his charge.
