The black knight Dr Nibbles & mommablackrose

[Temptrianna]

Destiny carefully stared out from her hidden perch inside the Karshuir mountains. this very mountain had been the turning point for many battles for her. she and her men knew the caves and tunnels within the huge spider web like ridge intimately. throughout the years she and her men had even managed to clear and map every area inside and out of the mountains which protected her home. they had carved out larger sections and set up multiple camp areas within the stone walls. with her home, her castle only a three day ride from here, it was the point if last defense in her mind so she had fortified it the best she could. if they failed here then her father King Jarod would have just enough time to recieve warning and get the women and children out of the way as he protected their people with the other half of their royal forces.

some would consider splitting the troops as she did, a fools move. however she had learned early on how deception could be used in her favor. for three years now she had successfully led her father's men into battle. before that she had trained alongside these men. they were more than simple soldiers to be destroyed for the greater good in her eyes. she knew everyone of the men around her as though they were family and to her they were. she knew their names, their familes, their histories, and to this day it was like they all knew what the other was thinking before it was verbally acknowledged. yes she cared about her men and knee how much rode on her leading them into battle. if she made even the,tiniest mistake it would not mean that one or two soldiers died. no it would create a ripple of ache not only to her and the rest of the men but to their families mostly. so far she had only lost three men over the time she had taken over her fathers army. it was good odds but still she had personally told the families of the deaths and taken care of them knowing her father backed her fully. but still to her those few deaths were too many.

she admired her men as they fought the best they could for her even though she was a mere woman. it was unheard of for a woman to fight in any battles much less lead a royal army. it was why no one other than her father and the royal army knew if her identity. in public eyes she wore her black and gold armor making sure to not allow her face to be shown as she went by her middle name Ri'ole or the black knight.

she was glad her father allowed her to lead his soldiers. it truely was the highest honor for her to receive. from the moment she was born she had been different then other girls. the first time her father had held her she had punched him in the nose. granted it had been and innocent accident which had left his nose tender for a short while but it had warrented her her name. Destiny because of her beauty in being female and Ri'ole a guys name for her bold spirit and mean right hook. from the time she began to walk she spent most of her time alongside her father. she brought him his sword and helped him dress for battle and played with a little wooden sword he had made for her. her mother wasn't as fond of her boyish nature and tried to teach her the ways of a well bred lady but it was no use. then at age 7 her mother had died if an illness leaving her father to care for her. knowing if anything ever happened to him she would be left to protect herself and the kingdom as she was his only heir he trained her to fight and defend herself like a man.

from that moment on she had trained alongside his men and bonded with them. they treated her like their own admiring her spirit and will to defeat them who towered over her and beat her in strength and skill. she never gave up. though it was only after her father had stumbled upon the seer stone that she was allowed on the battlefield. he had placed the magical ancient relic in his treasure hold for safe keeping. it was known to hold many wondrous powers but he refused to use it. however upon her father leaving to battle the dreaded King Ewan Drizcor, a tyrannical king known for his brutality across the land, she felt the need to do something to aid her father. tales of the wicked man scared her. so after her father has left she had found the stone and used it. what it showed her frightened her to her core. she saw not only her father's death and her kingdom fall but she saw herself brutally raped and imprisoned to be the kings whore and slave. it made her blood boil. she had then armored herself and grabbed weapons and taken her horse and rode out to help. in the end they had won the war. rather go to her father and fight alongside him she had sneaked and infiltrated the enemy camp in the night. she slit throats of sleeping men she knew to be as vile as the king. when she found the king she beheaded him and cut his blackened heart out shoved it in his mouth then staked his head on a spear and rode through the ranks with it. those who survived were given the choice to join her father side or leave as free men. the event had proven to her father that she was ready to take her,place as leader of his men and she had. tales spread fast of the fierce black knight who killed viviously in battle but still remained noble, honorable and merciful to those who surrendered or withdrew.

now here she stood once more on the verge of battle to prorect her people and secure the safety of the seer stone. only a few knew for certain it had been found and fewer knew its location but too many wanted it. her and her father agreed on one thing. that the stone needed protected. not only did it give wondrous power and abilities but it had the potential to charm the users mind to darkness. in the wrong hands it could mean death and destruction to all of the land. she knew this personally from her one use of it. she had battled the urge to become dark and hate those around her for their faults in being human and she fought the waves of insanity at obtaining so much knowledge all at once. it was why she had never used the stone again. not to mention she had already learned changing fate did have adverse bad affects too. it didnt affect just one life but thousands as the event rippled through others in different ways.

sighing to herself she fingered the locket at her neck where the stone was hidden in a secret chamber behind a picture of her mother and father. no bigger than a coin, the stone fit snuggly.

"Ri'ole...." a deep male voice called breaking her thoughts as she turned to face her second in command, Ethan.
"what is it Ethan" she asked in a soft but serious tone ss she studied his tense features. no doubt it was time the battle began.

"Ryan and Syrian have spotted 5 enemy scouts to the north east" he reported handing her his binoculars. without hesitation she looked. it took her only a minute to spot them. grinning to herself she looked around for the rest of the enemy army. minutes later her spotted some of them off to the north. surely that measly 150 or so troops was not all their enemy had brought. it seemed her opponent had something up his sleeve. well she was one for strategic games so she would play even though her gut screamed ambush. it would not surprise her. she had researched her enemy well and heard tales of how he craftily won his battles. to her this was more a war or wits then a war of brute strength. "i see more enemy troops to the north behind the scouts. their numbers suggest the army is split. tell the men to be careful of an ambush. i will lead half of them through the inner tunnels to come out behind the enemy forces and push them towards us here. we will surround them and use the mountain to our advantage. once they are backed into this alcove of the valley you lead the rest of the men to ambush them from behind." she told him as she gave him back his binoculars and grabbed her helm. slipping it on her grabbed her swird and headed to inform her men of the plan. once in place she,lead the men through the tunnels to come out behind the enemy, riding out of a huge caverns on their horses and charged them with her out in front to help induce bravety to her men and fear to her enemies.

 

[Dr. Nibbles]

The boots of Prince Elnor Kraxis crushed the frost beneath him as he paced eagerly for the scouts to deploy. Kraxis' green eyes watched hastily over the mountain range for any counter measures the enemy might be taking. He doubted that they would see his ambush coming. Krakis was the wisest most ruthless tactician in of all Norse Tribes. The heavy fur cloak that wrapped around Kraxis' shoulders tumbled over his blood red armor, the same armor that his father, King Dargan Krakis, wore at the battle for Aselings so many years ago.

His entire life, Elnor has lived under the shadow of his father's victories. But no more, the expectations to live like his father would cease and all the naysayers will be shut down when he captures King Jarods castle, claims the Seer stone and takes back the skull of the dreaded Black Knight. The Knight has a fearful reputation, sending fear down the spines of many a men in the norseland. But Elnor and his invaders from Clan Mung fear no many as long he be made of flesh and blood. Any living mortal can be slain and the black knight is no god. He will bleed and die just as any other man. Sooner than later, as long as Elnor has the say.

His short black hair began to be sprinkled with white flakes of snow as the winter began to blanket the ground again. These folk do not live year round in the cold as the Mung do, yet another advantage to this fight in their favor. Off in the distance the echo of a long horn filled the canyon.

"Archers at the ready!" shouted Krakis reaching for his war axe and horned helm. "Pikemen form ranks! Out riders deploy!... Its time for bloodletting."

 

[Temptrianna]

Destiny's men have up a load war cry as they entered upon the battlefield behind the enemy army. Charging fearlessly forward on horseback, they engaged their enemies. As soon as they reached them they let their weapons slash and hack, parry and stab anyone they came to. Some they beheaded, others they maimed as the ruthlessness began. Out in front of it all, leading them proudly, was Destiny covered in her special crafted black armor. Unlike the bulky armor of men, hers allowed her more movement so it didnt hinder how agile she was. It was this same swift agility combined with trained strength that allowed her to kill so quickly and be so effective in battle. On top of that she had grown up in the war room listening to her father's strategy and seeing how it worked and where it failed. She had taken the time to re evaluate his actions and put them to work for herself with her own twists that allowed success. The only way she would fail would be to get trapped and out numbered even then she would fight to the end. But this tine she had to be careful as she had the seer stone to protect.

Charging along, her men worked like a team, like The gabled Spartans. Each had the others back and watched out for one another. Instead of spreading too far out, they stayed close so that it was harder for one man to get over powered by many. Their attacks were deadly and precise. They didn't bother with too much fancy sword play but rather went in for the kill as soon as the strike was available. It was evident they planned to spare no lives unless a person was retreating.

Charging forward, Destiny worked her way towards the main one in charge. It gave her pleasure to take out these big powerful men. The irony of her being a women doing it just turned her on as much as it amused her. It was rare to find such a woman as her who revelled in the smell of blood in the air, who didnt mind blood spattering her, who paid no heed to the men screaming and dying around her, who enjoyed the hunt and the journey as much as the kill. She was definitely a wonan before her time. Hacking, slashing, killing, and beheading she and her men cut a swath through the enemy army as they backed them further into the curve of the mountain valley where her second wave of archers and men joined the assault.

 

[Dr. Nibbles]

Kraxis watched as his vangaurd was massacred, cut down to the man. Exactly according to plan. He pulled the gold-plated, skull-shapped visor of his helm down over his face, his amber eyes glowing, backlit by his already dark eyelids. He raised his ax and silently dropped it down, not in a attack move, he was far to far away from combat for that, it was an order.

Scores of arches revealed themselves, covered in the pelts of snow bears and foxes to blend in with the snow. Months of hunting lead to this perfect assault move. As arches drew there bows, the Champions of Mung, the true fighting force stepped from behind the trees. Though outnumbered, the Champions are unparalleled fighters in their realm. Only their combat prowess can be compared to their ruthlessness. Their cloaks fashioned with dozens of hooks, all of which impaled by the powder white skulls of their fallen enemies.

The archers loosed their bows and an assail of black dark arrows pierced the flesh of the unprepared soldiers knocking them off their horseback and leaving them lying dead on the ground. The soldiers of the Black Knight's army never stood a chance, broadsided by the Champions from both sides. Alas the true bloodshed has begun.

 

[Temptrianna]

Destiny let our a fowl curse as dozens of archers appeared abd fired upon her and her men. How had she not anticipated her enemy to camouflage half of his men in the snow? Well simple really, what kind of blood lust being spent that much time getting fresh animal pelts to make certain they blended perfectly seeing as how old pelts would be tarnished in color and give themselves away. She knew her enemy was ruthless but sheesh that went a bit far. Then again it was also a damn good tactic and one she would have to commend them on and remember for future battles.

As the arrows shot across the sky, blocking out patches of sunlight, she watched as a quarter to half of her men fell dead to the ground. Three whizzed past her, hitting men behind her as a fourth grazed her side and the fifth lodged itself in her left shoulder. It wasnt a mortal wound but it damb sure hurt like hell. Sadly her horse she was riding wasnt as lucky. With an arrow embedding into its chest she was thrown off of him as he fell and died. Hitting the ground she somehow managed to roll and make it back to her feet though she was now in more pain. Damn these bastards for their tactics. What made it worst was it seemed their arrows were not the flimsy crap she was used to defending against. No these were reinforced as though hand forged in a super heated fire over and over again til they could break even the toughest armor. Not loosing her resolve, she quickly re engaged the enemy. She may be injured but she wasnt going down that easily. With a surge of adrenaline and renewed strength she dove into the onslaught with her men, killing anyone near her who did not wear her colors. However she knew her forces was in bad shape. The chance at failure was too near with another wave of enemies charging into them. Thinking ahead incase she failed, she grabbed a sunburst stone out of her belt pouch and threw it with her good arm, far into the sky. Once in mid air it shattered sending out a bright light that could be seen for miles. It was a signal to her three scouts hidden on a far peak to go back and warb her father of what was happening. Seeing her men now going down fast as the enemies were able to start double teaming them, she knew it was the right move. At least if she died her father would have time to fortify the castle and get the patrons out of harms way.

 

[Dr. Nibbles]

The mad marauders of mung wield two blades at a time, sacrificing critical defense for more devastating attack power. Each on seemed to walk through the ranks of the Black knight's men, leaving beheaded and maimed corpses in their wake. Their speed was nigh supernatural and their strength unparalleled by any in Destiny's kingdom. Blood flowed thick along the crook of the valley, dying the snow and melting it into a river of thin red ichor.

Kraxis cackled as yet another soldier attempted to feint him. The mighty war-ax Belial sliced through armor and flesh as if it were the same soft snow they stand upon. The soldier's body fell gushing blood and spilled organs as he was cut in two with a single blow from shoulder to hip. With another mighty swing of Belial at least three heads flew from the enemy soldiers, leaving spurting fountains of blood, slowly losing their life. Suddenly a burst of light lit up the valley brighter than the day itself. Kraxis shielded his eyes and grunted in disdain.

Cowardly knight and his magic, he thought. When the light died his eyes were drawn to a knight clad in ebony armor from the most gifted of artificers. From behind the black visor lay the skull of a nigh immortal man, and Kraxis was prepared to add it to his extensive collection.

 

[Temptrianna]

as the captain of the enemy army spotted her and moved to engage her in battle, Destiny quickly beheaded her current opponent and turned her attention to her new one. he was much larger than the man she had just killed and albeit stronger. but that didnt matter to her as she quickly defended against his attacks. no doubt he was the commander or prince of this army she was facing. with so many of her men already dead and dying around her, she knew she had to kill him to win this battle. if she didnt then it was all over and she would loose. trying to push that fate out of her mind, she slashed and maneuvered around him, trying her best to get the upper hand against him with her agility as he matched her blow for blow. she didnt back down though. it wasnt until she felt a thud followed by a sharp pain in her shoulder that she backed off but only for a minute. in the process of fighting this man she had not paid the archers any heed and one had nailed her in the back of the shoulder. pain exploded all along her left shoulder, making that arm unusable as she tried to continue to defend against the commander. if his attacks were anything to go by this man planned to have her head on his wall before nightfall. renewing her inner strength, she pushed the pain away in her mind, she had to kill this bastard of be defeated. lunging back into the fray with him, she let her left arm stay at her side, using only her right arm to attack and block his blows. after several minutes of fighting him, she strength was running low. she was loosing allot of blood from the arrow protruding from the back of her shoulder, not to mention other little cuts and wounds inflicted upon her in the sword fights. being pushed back by hi assault, she didnt see the an fall behind her. not having a choice at the moment on movement she stepped back, only to trip and fall over the now dead body. somehow she managed to catch herself so that she landed on her ass instead of her back which would have shoved the arrow further into her arm but in the process she had jarred the arrow making her hiss in pain and making her not quick enough to get up. before she could realize her mistake, she felt the tip f a blade at her throat, causing her to halt in her actions knowing it was all over now. he had her and she had no choice but to surrender or die. no doubt he may still kill her even though she now remained still, amazed she had been beaten for the first time in years.

 

[Dr. Nibbles]

Kraxis howled like an madman, laughing in the ecstasy of his bloody duel with the black knight. Blow after blow the knight delivered was easily blocked and returned with equal force. Though Kraxis was quick and strong, this Knight was unnaturally dexterous and had quite a skill with the sword. But his quicksilver sword was no match for the shear strength and brutality of Kraxis' blood-soaked rage and the ancient war ax, Belial, rumored to contain the soul of an ancient daemon.

"Why do you prolong your death so vigorously, Black Knight" the skull faced lord hissed "You fight the inevitable as if your fate is not already sealed whore-son."

He cackled again, spitting insults and curses freely as he swung the mighty Belial at his neck line. Thankfully for Destiny, the corpse of a deadman behind her tripped her and let her fall out of harms way of the ax. But her safety was far from secure. Kraxis lowered his axe at the warrior's neck and spoke with vigor and gusto.

"Remove your helm oh Knight, so I may see the face of he-who-shall-not-be-killed before his name fails him." Kraxis grinned behind his skeletal visor awaiting to see the valiant man beneath.

 

[Temptrianna]

As she fell, Destiny growled under her breath. Never had she been defeated before and she wasnt happy about being befeated right now. As the large beast of a man before her held his ax to her neck and spoke harshly she bit back a chuckle to herself. Wasnt he in for a surprise as he would not find a whore son under this armor. Her armor had been specifically hand crafted so that it hide her womanly charms and made her as flat chested as a man as well as hid all other signs she may not be male. Yet it allowed her full mobility unlike most armors. Knowing she would at least get to enjoy the shock on his face upon realizing her idenity, she carefully removed her helm. “I regret to inform you Sir you will not find a whore sons head to place on your wall this day” she said in a rich well bred female voice that quickly told she was of royal bloodlines. As she moved her helm to her side to hold it she gazed up at him. “well met Viking king, as you can see I am far from the man you expected. I am infact Princess Destiny Ri'ole Drakar, daughter of King Jarrod and the former Queen Reyna J'llyn Drakar.” she said proudly as she met his shocked gaze and awaited to see what he would do with her. If not for the fact of only a scarce few of her men still alive, she would have kept on fighting til death as she was quick enough and smart enough to overcome this predicament. However she knew she couldnt take on so many of these men alone. Each one alone was seemingly the same as 10 men.

 

[Dr. Nibbles]

Kraxis' eager face melted behind his visor, as most all his men witnessed him be almost bested by a young maiden. Kraxis' eyes darted around and saw his hulking men standing around, like horn-helmed statues, judging and mocking their master in silence.

"What are you staring at!" he barked. "Finish of the living and harvest trophies of from the dead."

His gaze turned back to the Princess his ax still close to her neck. He raised his blade to make a killing blow, but his gut repulsed the idea. His mind quickly began to race as he came up with a much more devious and brilliant use for this sword-maiden. He twisted his wrist, and lowered the Belial, striking Destiny across the face with the flat of the blade, knocking her unconcious.

"Bind the wench and take her to my quaters." he bellowed taking off his helm and grinning "Oh how pleased my father will be with me."

 

[Temptrianna]

Destiny stayed very still as he and his men gawked at her. oh this didnt look good for her at all. she could see the lustful looks they gave her all the while they laughed at thier leader. hearing his words in shooing his men away she felt the blade move from her throat and winced seeing him pull the ax back. this was it, he was going to kill her, she had failed and let down her kingdom. sadly by killing her he would never get the stone since she had it hidden on her. bracing herself she sent up a prayer to Zeus as she closed her eyes and awaited the killing blow. seconds later pain exploded against her head. he hadnt cut her, she suddenly realized as the pain was so unbareble that darkness soon tok her.