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To say that, for the first time in a while, Lucian was using a scythe for what it was suppose to be used would be correct. It gave him a sort of nostalgia of old times before he had become a Knight Errant. Before his people were killed by a Vampire and he was thrown into a new life.
With a swipe of his scythe the forest that was growing around him crumbled. The Scythe was reinforced with the Rune of Smiting, which caused many things larger than an arm to explode in a violant cascade of power and force. It was not always the case but the Knight did not always need that to happen.
As an overgrown tree stood before the Knight he struck at it with the scythe. Even though the Rune did not fire off, the strike was more than enough to make a foot deep scar into the wood. With a simple kick the tree fell.
He quite enjoyed this moment of peace. No longer was he tied to the oaths of trying to become a Grail Knight, gain the support of the locals, and even becoming a Grail Knight. He had accomplished all there was to accomplish as a Knight of Bretonnia. Only becoming a King or perhaps a replacement Duke would be in his future, but the Knight knew that the path to becoming King was long gone. That was someone else’s job.
For him he had avenged his people and put all their spirits to rest. Now he acted in the interest of his gods and country.
As he stood there for a moment thinking a large form walked infront of him. Bok, the Kroxigor and protector of the Skink, reached down and lifted the tree that the Knight had brought down. With a simple tug the massive beast was able to carry the tree out of the path, revealing to Lucian a clearing of stone with what looked to be one of those many pillars.
Said pillar, the Knight remembered, was laying on its side only a little bit ago during his and Adok’s scouting.
It would seem they were on the right track.