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These chains…
It wasn’t hard to bring them into his hands and balance the links within his hands. His eye looking at them with a stern appraisal. They were heavy, like those see on mighty ships. WHile underneath they were the silver shine of freshly made chains they looked to be covered in green algae.
So he began trailing it. In doing so the chains began to slacken themselves against the ground during his walk. Yet as he walked out of sight of the village and towards the origin of these chains they began to rattle underneath him.
Slowly they began to be drawn away from him and towards their origin. Like a man handling a steer, Lucian got a feeling in his gut that doing this was only going to bind him that little bit more. Perhaps it would make it harder to escape what was holding him down.
It was roughly five minutes of walking, but the first thing the Knight noticed was the smell of salt water. Getting just that little bit closer gave Lucian the sounds of waves crashing against rocks. Breaching the treeline Lucian saw the ocean before him.
It should not be here. He knew that the village he was stood at was Verac before it was demolished by the Vampire. That he lived in Aquitaine which was so many leagues from the Ocean that it hurt Lucian’s brain just seeing it so close.
The chains, called upon by an known force, snapped alive.
The Knight was suddenly ambushed by the force and power of these chains. Their strength many times greater than what he had previously experienced. It was not a Goblin or an Ork pulling against him but an entire mountain fighting against his person.
He was weakened by the weight of the chains. The Knight found himself pulled into the waters by the will of he who governs them. There was no fighting them the moment he went into the water for there was nothing to fight with. His hands constrained by the chains and his feet without solid ground, the Knight was embraced by the waters of the deep.
