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The death of its Necromancer caused those of the dead to shutter and begin to fall.
The Castle Mousillon, forever tainted by the Necromancy which was performed within its walls, began to falter. Those undead who had arisen upon the arrival of the Red Duke turned to ash as they each were cut off by their supply of magical strings holding them each together.
At the hooves of the Green Knight’s steed were several Black Grail Knights, each of them cut down with impunity as the magical shackles both keeping them alive and bound were shattered. Before they could all be cut down to a man however the remainder began to take flight into the skies above through even the Ravens. For they were the undead and in truth could go wherever the masters of the winds could not.
They fled because the Red Duke was only their immediate Lord. Though honorable, each of them were damned to their new Master. And he was a greedy selfish creature who would not allow such precious warriors to be cut down so easily.
Five of them escaped.
When the Ravens disappeared from whence they came Lucian saw in the sky a Rune the size of which equaled the Sun of Xereus. With a final impact that was felt by a hammer blow, the sun was banished back to the realms of the Supreme Necromancer to be used against the next era.
Quickly Lucian collapsed upon his knee. He could barely stay standing as the vitality gifted to him as both a bearer of the Rune Dregni and a Grail Knight left him with the wind. He could feel the sun piercing his armor and singe the deep incisions, cuts, and bruising that were all about his body.
Then, the light of the sun disappeared from him as a figure sitting upon a pegasus stood above him.
“You stole my kill again.” Answered Gillot, once Prince of Bordeleaux with a petulant stare, “That might have been my only chance to become a Grail Knight.”
“Even as a Black Knight, I cannot give you that kill.” Lucian answered as he looked up towards the Duke, “It was done in the name of Morr, none shall mistake it.”
In that the Questing Knight finally broke a smile, “Then we share it, along with all the glories that were won today. That the Bards from every church, tavern, and brothel, shall speak of the deeds done here today. How righteous we were that the Green Knight sallied forth to bless us.”
“I can do that.” Answered Lucian as Gillot helped the Knight up.
The two of them turned, caught by the wind, to the Green Knight who stood next to the Maiden of the Lady and a fellow Grail Knight. The Spirit of Bretonnia and Chivalry gave a nod to the two warriors, soon disappearing into the dead forest from whence he came.
