The Dragon's Knight (Pols Voice / Causeway)

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Legends tell of the ancient ruins of Ortün Bélon, the Dungeon Fortress. Set in the heart of the Darklands, it was built in the side of an unnatural-looking craggy rock formation. Walls of knapped obsidian rose up, topped with razor-like ramparts. To add the final touch to this ostentatious cliche, it was encircled by a moat of lava.

The Lady Castiana, Sword Sister of the Knightly Order of Palavan, strode through one of the black corridors within the Dungeon Fortress, her scarlet cape and long, golden hair flowing behind her. Her silver armor shimmered in the fiery light of the lava flows, it's elegantly engraved plates fitted closely to her curvaceous form. Her emerald eyes gazed steely around the dark, spiked labyrinth she was infiltrating, and she tightened her grip on the master crafted pollaxe in her hands. A gilded longsword hung at her hip, secured by a red leather belt.

She came upon a room, its door yawning before her, an unholy light shining from within. Reaching a gauntleted hand up, she clasped the holy symbol, affixed to a silver chain and nestled snugly into her deep, inviting cleavage, and brought it to her lips. She knew no fear. "Evil beware, I have come to smite thee!" She uttered, and marched into the gloom, her pollaxe raised out point in front of her.

 

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The doors infront if the adventurer slowly open infront of her, loudly creaking and scraping the concrete floor. As the doors open it gives birth to a view of foliage, and destruction. The once beautiful castle had been destroyed by something, the entire back half of the castle was missing. What had done this has always remained a mystery. Most believe a wicked an heinous monster, others believe it was dark magic.

As the adventurer wandered in after the doors opened, they suddenly slammed shut behind her. Some plants were slightly but visibly moving around, as if watching her.

 

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Castiana eyed the plants cautiously, her eyes narrowing. Some witchcraft was afoot, of that she had no doubt. She began to quietly recite the Litany of Protection to shield herself from any black magic, as she slowly marched forward, her pollaxe raised defensively to ward off any blows of the material nature that may be directed her way.

 

[Pols Voice]

The foliage ignored her for now as they seemed to have no intention of harming her, but as they covered her only exit, it was clear they were just as intent to make sure she didn't leave either.

It was silent for a few moments, save for the sounds of the moving plants. It was a few moments later that the sound if footsteps could be heard. 'Tap...tap...tap' it sounded, resounding throughout the broken halls. Was it another person? Maybe they're the noises of imminent doom, or they could be the sounds of someone friendly? But as it stands the sound draws ever closer, and with the vines in the way, it doesn't seem like it'll be a friendly confrontation. Dare she move forward and try to confront whatever is headed her way? Or will she stand her ground and wait for this mysterious thing headed her way?

 

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Castiana stood her ground, eyes straight ahead. There was no fear in her, only resolve. She began to recite the Litany of Fury, preparing to bring righteous anger down on whatever stood before her.

"Beware, evil! If you do not surrender, you will surely perish this day!"

 

[Pols Voice]

The sound of the footsteps continue forward, they start to sound rushed as if whoever it was was running, or walking quickly, but the sound of it being just one quickly changed to multiple footsteps, and the sound of armor clanking, as if it were an at rushing toward the Knight Adventurers position. As this is happening, the vines slowly encroach up her leg, stopping at halfway between were she stands and her knees, as if to hold her in place. After the vines are done making sure she stays put, knights, several of them dressed well in heavy armor, barge in from the side where there are a couple doors leading to spiral stair cases. Some wield mighty weapons, others look to wield a sword and shield, spears, flails, huge shields, a mass array of weapons. But something is amiss, the soldiers do not se to be wholly there, they seem to be slightly transparent. One of the soldiers, a leader by the look of his armor, steps forward and asks: "What are you doing here? Well? Speak up knave!!" The soldier yelled.