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As the Duke hanged in the air he waved his hands across the realm, calling upon it all the dark magics that Duke Maldred had been attempting to capture selfishly for himself. He controlled the magics as easily as he flew above their heads upon a demented dragon made from the flesh of those who had fallen on his way towards Mousillon. A dreadful creature that was not a dragon, but instead a form of a dragon made from the numerous limbs of both peasants and knights.
Lucian watched as the Grail Knight who died from the plague was swept up by an equally as deathless pegasus whose flesh had melted off of its bones. Soon across all the windows and doorways of the Castle did the Black Grail Knights make their way into the sky at the behest of their new master.
Each of them were a dreadful kind of undead, Lucian could tell. Where the Lady gives a piece of herself to purify and knit the human soul into something so much more, these were the men who were corrupted by the Black Grail of Nagash! For who else would be as devious as creating a relic as mighty and perverted as the one that hung at the belt of Lucian.
There were twelve of them, twelve Black Grail Knights of Nagash who now guarded the Red Duke arisen. These men were those whose souls were capable enough to not only sucker from the Black Grail, but stand the reanimation at the behest of the most evil Duke in all of Bretonnian history.
>Charge the Red Duke
>Organize the Retreat
>Flee
