The Black Knight
One Thousand Club
The Caroline king, Edmond Caroline, sat upon the throne with his wife, the Queen of Caroline, Michelle, at his side. Advisors reminded them daily about the titans that loomed on the horizon. They made no motion to approach the walls, but their lingering made the watch towers uncomfortable. The entire kingdom was on edge, waiting for Ydis to send his children to decimate them all. It was a time of great appreciation. The survivors were more appreciative of their lives than they ever were before the meteor. Every day was precious. Every second where a family could spend time together was savored. Even as Edmond sat with his wife, his hand was informally resting over her own no matter how much it may have violated decorum.
The doors to the throne room burst open as a young, gold-blonde man marched in donning a medium armor bronze in color. His hand rested upon the long sword at his hip and his chin remained parallel with the floor if not slightly raised with pride. The man needed no announcement for the king and queen were very familiar with him. Prince Destinian Caroline, heir to the throne, and the royal family’s only child. He stopped before the steps of the throne and took a proper knee. Leaning in a slight bow, the prince greeted his parents: “Mother; Father.”
Edmond’s white brows contracted as he gazed upon his son. He was wearing armor. Did he think he was going to war? “You’re wearing your armor,” the king curiously noted. He glanced to Michelle who gave him a concerned look.
Destinian raised his head and smiled at his parents. “Yes, I am father. I have come here not to ask for your permission but to say goodbye.”
Michelle blinked and asked her son, “Destin, what are you talking about? Where are you going?”
“I am going to kill Ydis, mother.”
The king stood abruptly from his seat as though the very mention of the god’s name would summon him in the court. “What? Boy, are you daft?”
Michelle’s hand rose to her mouth as she gasped in horror.
The prince rose to his feet and proudly defended, “No father. I am not daft. I am tired of hiding and sitting here waiting for those things to come here!” He thrust a hand down the throne room, indicating the direction of his future travel. “I am going to take 1,000 men and lead them into battle against the Titans. The mountain sleeps. Now is the time to attack!”
“We know nothing about that monster. Our scouts get murdered every time they attempt to uproot anything about him. We need our soldiers here, and I will not have my son risk his life for naught. I have sent messengers throughout Beloriel to find heroes who will brave this task so that none of our people have to.”
“And where are they?” Destinian questioned. He turned in a circle, pretending to search about. He faced his father, smiled and guffawed in his face, “Those birds were probably picked apart by the dragons or lost in the Forest of Whispers. All you did was notify the gods that we want to destroy them.”
Edmond frowned. “If they are truly gods, then they already know whether I sent a dove or not. I forbid you to go. I will order every soldier not to follow you. I will have you bound to your quarters.”
Michelle glanced frantically between her husband and son. “Edmond, please! You can’t lock up our son.”
Destin’s face flushed red with anger. “You would lock up your only son! You’re such a coward. Why don’t you understand what I’m trying to do?”
“I understand completely and your mission is foolish!”
While the king and prince continued to bicker, the throne room doors opened. An escort passed through the doorway and announced throughout the throne room: “Sire! I do not mean to interrupt but some warriors have requested an audience with you. It concerns the doves.”
The prince’s heart sank and his head snapped in the direction of the doors to see a group of grungy warriors standing behind the crier. He became speechless as his father anxiously descended the steps of the throne. Even in his old age, he jogged down the red strip of carpet to meet the party at the door. The king paced before them. His son curiously approached from behind, staring wide-eyed at the colorful group. Michelle eventually wandered over, feeling alone at her throne and hurried down the carpet in her white and beige flowing skirts.
The warriors were filthy and smelled. The musk was so great the prince turned up his nose. Despite their odor, the king was scrutinizing them, weighing their experience with his eyes as though he were examining a fine horse. “Yes; look at you. Big; strong; you have weapons.”
The king clapped his hands together and joyfully laughed. Destinian stared at his father as though he had lost his marbles. “Father; why are you laughing?”
“Do you not see boy? They came! They’re here! Ah! And I’m being rude,” the king exclaimed. He walked in a circle shouting to his servants. “Bring food, water, wine, bring everything here! I am sure these warriors are tired and famished.”
Destin didn’t at all look impressed, especially by the ugly one (Band’lur). “You want to feed strangers who appeared at our door claiming to be the heroes you seek? How do you know they’re not trying to fool you father? You could feed and clothe these barbarians, and then all they’ll do is run off, crawling back into their holes. I see nothing but bandits or they could even be envoys of the gods.”
The prince boldly stepped closer to the group. His hand was upon the pummel of his sword as he stared each of them down. “Identify yourselves.”
As much as the king wanted to protest his son’s treatment of their guests, he felt his lips part but no words left them. Deep down, at least in this moment, he knew his son was right. He had reacted out of desperation, but those warriors could have been con artists seeking to rob them of their hope.
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Code:[imageFloat=left][img](image url of character portrait. You can link the ones in the Characters tab if you want.)[/img][/imageFloat] [b]Name: Race:[/b] (Human or Demi-Human?) [b]Date/Time:[/b] 10 A.M.; Spring; Morning (Erase this parenthesis but for your information, 10 years "After Meteor" (A.M.). [b]Location:[/b] Where is your character? [b]Tagging:[/b] This is where you tag @mention those your character is talking to directly or thinking about. If not, then write "Open" if you are open for interaction and "Closed" if you don't want anyone interacting with your character at this time or Closed only to those specified. [divide=thick][/divide]
- Beloriel used to be a prosperous planet. Human and Demi-Human resided in peace until the meteor came. The area of the map now deemed “The Womb” was once a great city. It was the largest city in all of Beloriel, and it was ruled by a Demi-Human King and Queen. The meteor landed on the city, and in an instant, the Demi Kingdom was erased from existence. The Demi-Humans, another name for Beastmen, had lost their land of origin. But this catastrophe was only the beginning. Monsters unlike anything anyone had ever seen began to crawl, slither, and fly from the crater where the meteorite had landed. The creatures burned, ate, and ravaged the surrounding lands, wiping out villages, races, and people. Great sea monsters appeared in the oceans capsizing and destroying ships. Titans appeared on the frontier. Finally, seven powerful beings emerged. They called themselves gods and their desire was to assimilate and destroy. Entire armies were corrupted by the gods and turned on their own kingdoms. Civilizations bent the knee to the gods and sacrificed their humanity for the god’s power.
Thousands of refugees fled to the west to the second largest kingdom now only known as “The Last Kingdom.” The Last Kingdom is the last haven where uncorrupted Humans and Demi-Humans reside. It is surrounded by the servants of the gods—their monsters—and has managed to survive with great sacrifice. Many guardians have been sacrificed in battles to protect the walls from being breached by the demons, and many have died in their desperate expeditions to find food. The gods seek to starve The Last Kingdom and break the people. Already, there are secret sects of worshipers appearing in the kingdom. Anyone caught worshiping the gods are quickly imprisoned for it won’t be long until they become one of the god’s monstrous disciples.
The Last Kingdom, before it was known as such, was called Caroline. The Caroline King and Queen preside over it, and in their desperation, they sent out ten doves with a tiny scroll tied about their legs. The doves were a cry for help, a summons to any hero who still exist. Who was strong and brave enough to destroy the gods? It was a frightening task that many a warrior turned the other cheek to. Who could destroy a god? On a summons to The Last Kingdom, the Caroline Kingdom, our heroes emerge.
There are seven extraterrestrial gods.
► Ydis, God of the Titans. They say he is the size of a mountain. When he sleeps, he becomes a mountain and from his rocky hide, the Titans are born. The smaller versions of the Children of Ydis are known as the Stone Men. They are at times the size of an average human, and are sculpted to resemble one. They can be very deceptive for one would only know they are talking to a Stone Man by touching their stone-like skin or studying their expressionless faces. No normal arrow or blade can pierce or cut their skin.
► Eulla, Goddess of the Fae. She makes her home in The Forest of Whispers, and her influence stretches to the Forest of the Father. The fairies, the elves, the gnomes, and dwarves, they are all her children, and they are all treacherous. Her magic is bewitching. Those who venture into the forests never return as themselves.
► Dhadros, God of Dragons. His children torch the planet, steal its riches, and gluttonize on all its people and food. It is no wonder the Dragon Lands are barren. They have been sucked dry by his children and slowly, his influence is spreading.
► Agnos, God of the Earth. They are neuter, male and female. They are The Great Worm. All worms are Children of Agnos. The worms put tunnels in the planet, drinking its nutrients dry like a worm through an apple. The worms cause great sink holes and will bury civilizations in the sand. They eat and they eat, devouring everything in their path. The Great Devourers. Beware crossing The Worm Lands.
► Isgaard, God of Ice. Isgaard desires only to preserve the planet in ice. His children are the Snow Men. The Snow Men are either made of ice or were once Human and Demi-Human. His ice is creeping down the mountains and gradually freezing the remaining civilizations.
► Manera, Goddess of the Sea and Storms. Her children are the mermaids and mermen. Her pets are the sea monsters. She will destroy anyone or anything who dares to cross into her waters without her permission and without sacrifice. She seeks to flood the entire planet. The Sea of Storms is her home, and there, it never stops raining.
► The Egg. It is a mysterious moon that appeared in the sky after the meteor dropped. It is white and resembles an egg. Every day under the sun’s incubating light, The Egg grows larger. During an eclipse, the sun shines through its shell and reveals the monster within. Its blood hue bathes the planet like a foreshadow that is to come. Who knows when The Egg will finally hatch, and who knows who gave birth to it?
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- Chapter One Summary: The God Slayers were summoned by the Last King of the Humans; King of Caroline; Edmond Caroline. After a rough reception, they were drafted into the Caroline prince’s army to confront the Titan god, Ydis. Faced against the god’s children, the army was near decimated. Working together, the God Slayers slayed who they thought was the god himself but was instead a lowly Centurion. Rescued by a red crow who was revealed to be a witch of the Witch’s Shallows, the God Slayers escape the wrath of Ydis and travel north.
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