Dark Knight Of Seldom

His breath began in an outbuilding just off the main dwelling, he came out a strong baby they named him Calik. He grew up a farmer until the age of a man that is when he pledged to the Knighthood of Garkem to protect the mortals. The country itself comprised of a tranquil smooth open grassland with a meager portion of foliage, the only preserving grace held was the unique clay at their feet in abundance hence the name Clayville. Bizarre houses were constructed with rocks & dried clay with scattered amounts of timber they labored from the nearby forested region. For Calik this was home, until one terrible night he plus the other knight’s we’re accompanying the chief to Crasp concerning the peace treaty arrangement. Meanwhile, when he returned home he noticed no smoke billowing out of the chimneys off in the distance nobody tending the well either, hmm he pondered as he got his horse to do a full sprint. When he inspected the town all the houses were busted in too and windows were shattered, people lying lifeless all over the place it was a horrible genocide. He labored that whole night of sweat to bury everyone under the order of the chief, in the morning there were well over 150 graves filled. They decided to pack up then head back to Crasp to grovel for asylum while riding through the 50-mile long pass into the one entrance of the walled city. — The walls were constructed of stone and clay probably fortified with steel from the miners and smith’s, one guard tower stood on each corner with a crows nest in between each, — along this pass we heard rifling in the trees above, he threw up his arm with a freeze hand signal then whirled it to signal formation. It dawned on them, they just rode into a trap Ck listened very closely to every slight noise, that’s when he saw the glowing eyes surrounding them silently as the night itself. “We are the men who took your people, we can’t leave a job unfinished can we? You clay hoggers are going to pay.” the tallest of the group calmy said with a hint of sarcasm, “we’re just in these walls together working out how we can ship said clay around, you have foolishly ruined this peace treaty!” He scorned as he inconspicuously gave the chief his pendant of protection, then drew his sword from its sheath taking a deep breath he went for their leader first. Blue and Red sparks flew as the two warriors laid into each other, finally, rage kicked in for him so he could do a power blow shattering the opposer’s blade, slashing through his armor then finished with halving the opposer, then he growled fiercely at the other men who just dropped to a knee in fright giving him part of their army. With the new tactical advantage in hand he and the chief mounted their horses, the chief continued to Crasp for sanctuary. While Calik took the road off south heading to the murders camp before then headed off to Valdek, — probably with the same intent as Caliks village,— he rode through the darkness of night on his cole black Mérens horse each stride Cole took was even and steady each lope. Finally, he reached the outskirts of their camp they seemed to still be awake conversing plans about Valdek as if they wanted to take that as their village, around 2 hours or so later the flicker from the fire was extinguished leaving only the pitch-black night surrounding them other than the giant blue moon above. Sneaking into their came audible snoring could be heard as he silently crept along with the crabgrass at his feet, he retained steady breaths through his nose watching every step as he steadily walked through the camp. He came upon the biggest tent of them all in thinking that perhaps he could take their leaders first, creeping into the tent out of the corner of his eye he saw a sword-wielding guy the same stature as they locked eyes for moments before they drew into a fighting position ready to full-blown sword fight when moments later an arrow pierced between the opposers’ eyes before he could even make a gruff he dropped. Upon examining the tent using his light stone he concluded this was their leader, he left the tent and crept back out of the camp to observe the peoples reactions as morning came into view life came back in camp, one person was starting the fire with kindling while others we’re carrying water and foraging as if it was business as usual until they sat to eat that is once they began feasting they realize their leader had not arisen yet so the other man of the group a tad stalkier and definitely taller a staggering 7ft tall carrying a battle-ax on his back, Faltish armor adorned his pale green flesh a helmet of high ranks warmed his thick black mane what really stood out was the pudgy face that almost made Calik laugh. The Manish creature emerged from the tent hollering “intruder!” before he ate an arrow, the camp came to their feet looking around puzzled then throwing their hands up, “we are just villagers held captive by those two burly men,” Calik looked over at the tree adjacent to his to find a female Craspian archer returning his look of confusion before she descended from the tree heading to the camp, Calik came down to see what she was going to say to them noting she stored her bow same like he sheathed his dagger. He approached behind her to listen in, “Nothing to fear dear villagers you may come home with me to Crasp we’ll provide sanctuary in return for daily labor helping keep the cogs going?” they paused briefly talking in inaudible whispers amongst each other before walking to the archer’s feet, “we except.” Calik returned with the group to Crasp to re-group before marching forth to rebuild Clayvill before winter sets in 150 moons, the group gathered at the tavern for a few refreshing rounds over a delightful conversation on future endeavors, un-timely the chief strolled in and sat next to Calik where the tavern keeper slid him a foamy wooden tankard. “So, Calik who are these people here?” the chief asked curiously, “Ahh yes these are villagers from the camp that raided us the other night,” Calik responded with lack of interest, “Hail fellow, well met.” the group raised their tankards in the air for cheers at the center of the round table, after one too many tankards the group stumbled into an inn nestled next door quite conveniently. Calik woke with the gnarliest headache, to remedy his pain he ventured outside for a fresh breath of the breezy gale to his dispair the innkeeper came barging out on the patio with four armed guards pointing at Calik saying something in-audible as they arrested him. The group of heavy-weights threw Calik in a small-sized cell with one tiny peak-hole for light, a small wooden slab for a bed and a bucket for facilities — the thought of throwing up left his mind just as fast as it entered, —- “Supreme knight, this is that murderers cell.” they gestured as they continued walking, “Well well well look who it is, Calik my old friend its good to see you here not in these circumstances but… you did commit mass genocide against an ally of Crasp you know the penalty for that brethren in arms?” he said with a subtle undertone of anger, “Look those are the people I would not do such a thing that is against the very code I survive on.” Calik growled back, “Well I came to pay my respects and take back the armor before you hang tomorrow break of dawn, I am going to open the door stay right where you are, or get knocked out again.” SK entered shutting the door behind him. “Are you removing it or am I?” He loomed over Calik with animosity flowing through his eyes, “Over my dead body you spineless swine!” Calik retorted spitting right between the man’s eyes, “Ohh even shackled you dare threaten me, you are just as much of a fool as your pathetic father was, I killed him too you know.” SK grabbed a nearby bar then gave it full velocity before connecting with Caliks skull, knocking him cold as a wedge the knight proceed with taking Caliks armor this time successfully taking more than just the helmet. The dreaded morning came indicated by the clock tower sticking twice, four guards opened his cell and escorted Calik down to the prison yard held a rudimentary platform containing a basic noose and drop-down door. The villagers gathered around like it was a movie, cheering for the slowest most dreadful end, The executioner tied the noose around his neck, then dropped the lever with his other bulky hand, — I knew this wasn’t the end they weren’t taking the chief too.— the deed was done they hauled Caliks seemingly lifeless body out to the burn pile outside then dropped him among the other criminals, once the coast was clear and rigor mortis ceased he struggled to his feet and made his way out of there, for now, Calik sheltered down just outside the prison exit by the wall. He attempted again to call his armor back but they must have it in a well-fortified room, since it was now dead of the night he climbed the wall of the cell house, then walked across the roof to SK’s chamber just off the wing, I saw him standing in there while they were hanging me, finally, Calik made it through the window with relative ease. Creeping around the living room revealed the only door besides the front it must have been his quarters, grabbing the doorknob and slowly Calik turned his wrist with a click it gave way to a bedroom with a body between the sheets, score he mumbled as he threw back the sheets just to see a group of fruit wait what. From behind the opposer struck him lodging his sword allowing Calik to whip around taking it with him, he came around elbow out knocking the knight cold better yet a bent helmet — definitely a lot stronger than I once was, — realizing he didn’t just bend the helmet and that the knight was suffering brain hemorrhaging he proceeded to the closet containing his armor. He stretched after adding the extra bulk back, turning around he faced the knight once again this time he held a flame bomb “I am dead anyway thanks to yo-yo you, count this as my final tata traitor” the knight fought to say releasing his grip on the bomb instantly activating it without ay time Calik just dropped to a crouch. When it detonated it through Calik through 2 adjacent cell walls, as he stood the ruble cleared revealing a gaping hole in the once thought indestructible wall, Calik fleed with his armor and weapons so they wouldn’t catch him yet but kept the chief in mind. His breath began in an outbuilding just off the main dwelling, he came out a strong baby they named him Calik. He grew up a farmer till he turned the age of a man that is when he pledged to the Knighthood of Garkem to protect the mortals. The country itself comprised a tranquil smooth open grassland with a meager portion of foliage, the only preserving grace held was the unique clay at their feet in abundance hence the name Clayville. Bizarre houses were constructed by rocks and dried clay with scattered amounts of timber they labored off the nearby forested hill. To Calik this was home, until one terrible night he plus the other knight’s we’re accompanying the chief to Crasp concerning the peace treaty arrangement. Meanwhile, he returned home he noticed no smoke out of the chimneys off in the distance nobody tending the well either, hmm he pondered as he got his horse to do a full sprint. When he inspected the town all the houses were busted in too and windows were shattered, people lying lifeless all over the place it was uteral genocide. He labored that whole night to bury everyone under the order of the chief, in the morning there were well over 150 graves filled. They decided to pack up and head back to Crasp to ask for asylum while riding through the 50-mile long pass into the one entrance of the walled city. — The walls were constructed of stone and clay probably fortified with steel from the miners and smith’s, one guard tower stood on each corner with a crows nest in between each, — along this pass we heard rifling in the trees above, he threw up his arm with a freeze hand signal then whirling it to signal formation. Realizing they just rode into a trap he listened very closely to every slight noise, that’s when he saw the glowing eyes surrounding them silently as the night itself. “We are the men who took your people, we can’t leave a job unfinished can we? You clay hoggers are going to pay.” the tallest of the group calmy said with a hint of sarcasm, “we’re just in these walls together working out how we can ship said clay around, you have foolishly ruined this peace treaty!” He scorned as he inconspicuously gave the chief his pendant of protection, then drew his sword from its sheath taking a deep breath he went for their leader first. Blue and Red sparks flew as the two warriors laid into each other, finally, rage kicked in for him so he could do a power blow shattering the opposer’s blade, slashing through his armor then finished with halving the opposer, then he growled fiercely at the other men who just dropped to a knee in fright giving him part of their army. With the new tactical advantage in hand he and the chief mounted their horses, the chief continued to Crasp for sanctuary. While Calik took the road off south heading to the murders camp before then headed off to Valdek, — probably with the same intent as Caliks village,— he rode through the darkness of night on his cole black Mérens horse each stride Cole took was even and steady each lope. Finally, he reached the outskirts of their camp they seemed to still be awake conversing plans about Valdek as if they wanted to take that as their village, around 2 hours or so later the flicker from the fire was extinguished leaving only the pitch-black night surrounding them other than the giant blue moon above. Sneaking into their came audible snoring could be heard as he silently crept along with the crabgrass at his feet, he retained steady breaths through his nose watching every step as he steadily walked through the camp. He came upon the biggest tent of them all in thinking that perhaps he could take their leaders first, creeping into the tent out of the corner of his eye he saw a sword-wielding guy the same stature as they locked eyes for moments before they drew into a fighting position ready to full-blown sword fight when moments later an arrow pierced between the opposers’ eyes before he could even make a gruff he dropped. Upon examining the tent using his light stone he concluded this was their leader, he left the tent and crept back out of the camp to observe the peoples reactions as morning came into view life came back in camp, one person was starting the fire with kindling while others we’re carrying water and foraging as if it was business as usual until they sat to eat that is once they began feasting they realize their leader had not arisen yet so the other man of the group a tad stalkier and definitely taller a staggering 7ft tall carrying a battle-ax on his back, Faltish armor adorned his pale green flesh a helmet of high ranks warmed his thick black mane what really stood out was the pudgy face that almost made Calik laugh. The Manish creature emerged from the tent hollering “intruder!” before he ate an arrow, the camp came to their feet looking around puzzled then throwing their hands up, “we are just villagers held captive by those two burly men,” Calik looked over at the tree adjacent to his to find a female Craspian archer returning his look of confusion before she descended from the tree heading to the camp, Calik came down to see what she was going to say to them noting she stored her bow same like he sheathed his dagger. He approached behind her to listen in, “Nothing to fear dear villagers you may come home with me to Crasp we’ll provide sanctuary in return for daily labor helping keep the cogs going?” they paused briefly talking in inaudible whispers amongst each other before walking to the archer’s feet, “we except.” Calik returned with the group to Crasp to re-group before marching forth to rebuild Clayvill before winter sets in 150 moons, the group gathered at the tavern for a few refreshing rounds over a delightful conversation on future endeavors, un-timely the chief strolled in and sat next to Calik where the tavern keeper slid him a foamy wooden tankard. “So, Calik who are these people here?” the chief asked curiously, “Ahh yes these are villagers from the camp that raided us the other night,” Calik responded with lack of interest, “Hail fellow, well met.” the group raised their tankards in the air for cheers at the center of the round table, after one too many tankards the group stumbled into an inn nestled next door quite conveniently. Calik woke with the gnarliest headache, to remedy his pain he ventured outside for a fresh breath of the breezy gale to his dispair the innkeeper came barging out on the patio with four armed guards pointing at Calik saying something in-audible as they arrested him. The group of heavy-weights threw Calik in a small-sized cell with one tiny peak-hole for light, a small wooden slab for a bed and a bucket for facilities — the thought of throwing up left his mind just as fast as it entered, —- “Supreme knight, this is that murderers cell.” they gestured as they continued walking, “Well well well look who it is, Calik my old friend its good to see you here not in these circumstances but… you did commit mass genocide against an ally of Crasp you know the penalty for that brethren in arms?” he said with a subtle undertone of anger, “Look those are the people I would not do such a thing that is against the very code I survive on.” Calik growled back, “Well I came to pay my respects and take back the armor before you hang tomorrow break of dawn, I am going to open the door stay right where you are, or get knocked out again.” SK entered shutting the door behind him. “Are you removing it or am I?” He loomed over Calik with animosity flowing through his eyes, “Over my dead body you spineless swine!” Calik retorted spitting right between the man’s eyes, “Ohh even shackled you dare threaten me, you are just as much of a fool as your pathetic father was, I killed him too you know.” SK grabbed a nearby bar then gave it full velocity before connecting with Caliks skull, knocking him cold as a wedge the knight proceed with taking Caliks armor this time successfully taking more than just the helmet. The dreaded morning came indicated by the clock tower sticking twice, four guards opened his cell and escorted Calik down to the prison yard held a rudimentary platform containing a basic noose and drop-down door. The villagers gathered around like it was a movie, cheering for the slowest most dreadful end, The executioner tied the noose around his neck, then dropped the lever with his other bulky hand, — I knew this wasn’t the end they weren’t taking the chief too.— the deed was done they hauled Caliks seemingly lifeless body out to the burn pile outside then dropped him among the other criminals, once the coast was clear and rigor mortis ceased he struggled to his feet and made his way out of there, for now, Calik sheltered down just outside the prison exit by the wall. He attempted again to call his armor back but they must have it in a well-fortified room, since it was now dead of the night he climbed the wall of the cell house, then walked across the roof to SK’s chamber just off the wing, I saw him standing in there while they were hanging me, finally, Calik made it through the window with relative ease. Creeping around the living room revealed the only door besides the front it must have been his quarters, grabbing the doorknob and slowly Calik turned his wrist with a click it gave way to a bedroom with a body between the sheets, score he mumbled as he threw back the sheets just to see a group of fruit wait what. From behind the opposer struck him lodging his sword allowing Calik to whip around taking it with him, he came around elbow out knocking the knight cold better yet a bent helmet — definitely a lot stronger than I once was, — realizing he didn’t just bend the helmet and that the knight was suffering brain hemorrhaging he proceeded to the closet containing his armor. He stretched after adding the extra bulk back, turning around he faced the knight once again this time he held a flame bomb “I am dead anyway thanks to yo-yo you, count this as my final tata traitor” the knight fought to say releasing his grip on the bomb instantly activating it without ay time Calik just dropped to a crouch. When it detonated it through Calik through 2 adjacent cell walls, as he stood the ruble cleared revealing a gaping hole in the once thought indestructible wall, Calik fleed with his armor and weapons so they wouldn’t catch him yet but kept the chief in mind.