Part IV: First Encounters
My escapades had lead me from the wartorn streets of Neraka, where
the traces of Draconian blood will stink for a millenium, to the
bloody plains outside the once great city of Evil. There I met my
first companion. It was a brightly lit night, for the White moon
was out in its full glory, whilst the Red dripped a sickly crimson.
Resting in a cold, dark cave, I was woken from my sleep by sounds
of battle. The clash of steel rang clear in the still air as were
the grunts and battle cries of the fighters. Under normal circumstances
I would have steered clear, but a battle in this age of peace meant
... An ally!
Casting a spell of invisibility on myself, I slowly crept into
the open to investigate. It was a sight to behold and to remember.
There out on a small hillock stood a magnificent figure of a knight
in pure black armour, surrounded by a dozen Knights of Solamnia.
In his hand he held a great black sword, of which he was slaying
about with great energy. His shield held no device, only a glossy
black, now feathered with arrows. His side was pierced by a lance,
which by right should have killed him, except he was showing no
signs of even being in pain. As he hewed around with effortless
strokes, his silence was unnerving.
I could sense evil emanating from him in palpable waves. A score
of bodies already piled around him. Yet slowly he was losing ground,
as the numbers pressed on him. Indestructible as he seemed, the
black knight would have been hacked to pieces before long. Gathering
my spell components I cast a spell which 'blinked' me to the valiant
warrior's side. I was still invisible, but the black knight turned
towards me and nodded.
There I cast the most powerful spell I had learnt, bringing down
a storm of hail and shards of sharp icicles, impaling some and driving
the rest back a distance. Then, grabbing the knight's mailed arm,
I 'blinked' again back to my former perch. The Solamnic Knights
were regrouping and were angrily trying to locate us. It was then
that I noticed my companion's eyes. Or the lack of. They were orbs
of fire. My companion ... was a Deathknight.
Lord Ash, the Last DeathKnight
His name was Lord Ash, last Defender of the Black Rose, Knight
Marshall of the Order of Takhisis. A Deathknight, the last of his
kind too, after the destruction of Lord Soth by the Hero Crusader
Honoric at the Battle of the Dark Planes. A Deathknight now stripped
of his magical abilities, relying solely on his skill with his sword
and brute strength.
His sword was his last remaining link to his semblance of life.
Without the Black Moon he should by right be a pile of bones and
plate mail, but the power of the sword kept him ... undead. With
this silent ally, I travelled on to the Knights of Solamnia's stronghold.
We journeyed by night and slept in caves and abandoned crypts during
the day. Winning pass the mountains, we reached Prayer's Eye Peak
overlooking Crystalmir lake. From there we crept down to Jakanth
Vale and entered by night into the Town of Solace.
You must forgive me. My time is running out. I must in haste complete
this journal. Suffice to say, it was in this town that I met and
was nearly killed...by the love of my life. Yes. Even I of evil
can love. But that is past now. Only hate remains. That is enough
for me.
The townsfolk had managed to capture and were preparing to hang
...a kender. No ordinary kender, as I fondly remember Deebie Thistleknot.
An EVIL kender, one of its kind. He was THE black sheep of his family.
In fact, of his race. And overseeing this public hanging was the
Crusader Liv Sa'Morri, of the noble Clan Avatar. The lady I loved.
And lost.
The Lady Liv Sa'Morri
The rescue of Deebie should have been simple. We scattered the
townsfolk easily and while Lord Ash dealt with the guards, I would
free the kender. We did not count on the presence of a Crusader.
If not for the timely interference of Lord Ash I would probably
have been brained by a mace. Carrying the unconscious Crusader and
followed by a giggling kender, we fled Solace as the town went up
in flames.
Though bound and gagged, bleeding from her wounds, her pride and
beauty shone radiantly. The Deathknight wanted to kill her, and
take her soul. The kender wondered how much her equipment would
fetch him in a market. But I felt... something...I cannot recall,
but it was like ... Recognition? I forbade any harm to befall her.
Throughout the journey she sought to convince me of the folly of
evil, as I sought to explain to her the world's coming fate. But
her stubborn pride held, as her belief in her gods of good. Neither
of us gave way. Our nocturnal travels continued eastward, as we
sought to reach Solamnia. Skirting the City of Midgaard was necessary,
that one being the chief city of good, surrounded by powerful magicks.
And lots of trigger happy soldiers. We circled southwards, passing
through the desolated i''nir, former land of the goblins. Pardon
the ink blot. I meant to say the M'idennir. The goblins have been
an extinct race for the past 2 years. Entire populations exterminated.
The signs of this genocide still remains.
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Part I: The Defeat of the Great Evil
Part II: The Prophecy
Part III: The Departure
Part IV: First Encounters
Part V: The Recovery of The First Key
Part VI: Death of a Kender
Part VII: The Last Key
Part VIII: The Final Chapter
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