April 18 2015

The Diary of Eva Grace, Vol 1 – by enderandrew – narrated by Lady Adnor

Hello everyone, this is Lady Adnor, and I’m pleased to bring you a wonderfully written piece by enderandrew, titled
The Diary of Eva Grace – Vol I
Told by Eva Grace

I didn’t write these things as they happened. I didn’t even know how to write then in rune, or use parchment and quill. Nor did I have time to sit and collect my thoughts at the time, but it seems I have all the time in the world now. But my story is true as well as I remember it.

They say I was one of the first to cross over in ages. The lunar rifts had been dormant for some time. No one had seen a new outlander in years. And how was I supposed to know the timing was bad and that there was some prophecy forthcoming?

I don’t remember precisely what happened or how I ended up here, save for that first sight of etheric energy of a moon tower, and the blue glow of the lunar rift behind me. I feared I was mad or trapped in some lucid dream. Years later I’m left wondering if my life before was the dream. I had a lover I left behind, but now I don’t fully remember his face. I only remember that I once remembered it. He is like the sun that has already slipped past the horizon. I can still see the glowing outline of what once was. Would he remember me? Did his life move on without me?

To say I was confused is a gross understatement. The town guard surrounded me. As Nicolas the guard questioned me, I could only offer questions myself in response. Though he felt it impossible, he worked out that I was an outlander, an off-worlder. It still seems so impossible that I am on another planet until I look at the moonlit sky and see the alien horror and wonder of Daedalus staring down at me.

I was taken before Lord Enmar, who had heard tales of outlanders before, although they were much fewer in number when I arrived. He charged Captain Dreyfus with finding me work so I would not be a debtor or a burden on the town.

My life of relative comfort on Earth hadn’t prepared me for a day of truly honest labor here. I assisted different people in town with their tasks hoping to find one I was good at, where I could apprentice and earn my keep. I’m ashamed to admit I wasn’t good at any of them. I was a writer back home and I simply didn’t know any other trade. I couldn’t even pass as a bard here as no one would understand my stories nor would they have any frame of reference.

At first I wondered if I could use my knowledge from Earth to further technology here, perhaps become rich or help find a way home. But even my basic knowledge of electronics and physics proved worthless here. After stumbling across a magnetic rock, I could produce nothing by rotating it around thin copper wire quickly. And yet this world has its own forces and energies unlike nothing I had seen at home. There were radios supposedly powered by the moon and etheric energies.

I sat in the tavern, laying out my problems and ordered a cocktail. Thomas was confused. He had mead, wine, ales and lagers. But no one here knew much about mixing juices and distilled alcohol. It was literally a foreign concept to them. I realized that perhaps the only thing I had to offer this world was the ability to mix and pour drinks they had never tried.

Thomas was a good barkeep in his own right. I had decided on my new fate, that I would save some coin and find a town that needed my services tending bar and pouring drinks. I knew I wouldn’t stay in Owl’s Head. I just hadn’t realized how soon I would be leaving.

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April 18 2015

Echoes From the Caverns 04-17-15

Hello Everyone! Here is the news for April 17th, 2015.

  • Steam Special Promotion: 25% Off Thru April 21
  • Abe’s Vertas Pass Upgrades
  • Judging a Book by its Cover
  • Fences Galore
  • TableTop with Wil Wheaton & Richard Garriott
  • The Mad Hermit’s Video of Lord & Lady British’s Easter Celebration
  • In-game Community Weekend Events
  • Community In-Game Images and Videos
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  • Changes to Store Credit Conversions
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April 10 2015

Echoes From the Caverns 04-10-15

Hello Everyone! Here is the news for April 10th, 2015. (Notice our special guest for part of the newscast 🙂

  • Duke & LotM VIP Design Roundtable and Lady British’s Easter Event
  • Hangout of the Avatar ~ Release 16 Postmortem
  • Street Names in Release 17
  • In-game Community Weekend Events
  • Community In-Game Videos
  • Elven House in a Hill Stretch Goal Item
  • New Hat Variations
  • Decent: Underground Kickstarter Successfully Funded!
  • Receiving Pledge Rewards and Add-On Items
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April 10 2015

The Ebon Viper Chapter 1-Written by blaquerogue-Narrated by Lord Baldrith

Hello Everyone…here is a great story By blaquerogue! Possibly an ongoing series!

The Ebon Viper – Chapter 1 by blaquerogue

Temple of the Mystics by jdagenet

Blaquerogue sat there in his dark den, running his dark fingers around the wine goblet, deep in thought… He knew they would not let him go that easy, he was stupid to think otherwise, after all it is the Assassins Guild! There was always someone willing to fill your shoes, when your as good as he was at his art of death! Someone was always trying to take that title as, “the greatest assassin” in The Kingdoms of Cartador.

For that was absolutely what he was! He had a target on his back every day he left his keep. Always some young Rogue trying to take the title! It always ended up the same, that same Rogue choking on his blood as his lungs filled with blood! “The Ebon Viper” was an artist, and death was always his masterpiece.

Core by jdagenet

He had only one equal, his fellow Dark Elf Ariella, known as “The Night Orchid“. She was just as good as he. They trained all through their younger years in “Underdark”, a place where Drow come from. They were like any other elf race except they had black skin and dark magic’s, also thirst for blood and power. Like Ariella he longed for freedom of rule by the Tyrants that ran it! Ariella was the first to escape the Underdark, and Blaquerogue was the second.

How he missed her! After all Blaquerogue taught her to fight with scimitars, strictly forbidden by the Elders! Female Drow were supposed to be Priests, Males supposed to be slaves and fighters. Ariella took Blaquerogue as her slave to protect him from the mistreatment he would get by any other Priest, She taught him magic’s forbidden by the elders of course and he taught her the art “shadow dance” one of the most deadliest sword techniques of all.

He knew she would escape this place he even handed her a map he had made, to do it! When she did, of course he was blamed, beaten, and accused of chasing her away by trying to mate her against her will. He and her would never be a mating couple. They were best of friends though, and a deadly force when together!

For they knew each other so well, that they moved in perfect synchronicity without a word between them when fighting, felling all that came before them. Then they got the order to kill a human child, and that is when things went sour! Blaquerogue refused to follow that order, as well as Ariella they were both separated. She was thrown before her man and he was left to punishment of the priests. He had heard she escaped, and was happy for her, then one day, he followed suit!

One day they would see each other again he was sure of it! For just recently he heard of some doings of someone named “Night Orchid“! A Thieves Guild master was assassinated in some town just passed the swamps to the North. He knew she kept the name he gave her at a young age, and he smiled for once in the many years of being an Assassin at this thought!

Sigil by Joseph Gilbert / Kistol

Getting back to the main thought, the only way out of the Assassins Guild and business was by taking out those that would try to kill him if he left. He knew he was going to have to start with making Teron disappear! Teron was the only one foolish enough to try and kill him. He had been trying to work his way up to Blaquerogue’s level within the guild for years. Blaquerogue, “The Ebon Viper” was the only thing standing in Teron’s way!

Blaquerogue threw his glass across the room shattering it against the stone wall! He then went to his locker and began pulling out his tools of the trade, and strapping them on. A black Ebony Scimitar that had an eerie dark purple glow shimmering off it, and an ivory dagger unnaturally light for its size. He slipped the scimitar in its sheath and sheathed the dagger in a hidden compartment just under his Black Dragon leather armor chest he wore, matched by the Black dragon leather pants and boots.Yes, he was Upper Class, elite to say the least, his trade paid well!

He filled his various belt pouches with flasks of green liquid, and flasks of a smoky grey liquid, followed by four more daggers, one in each boot, and one under each sleeve of his chest piece. Throwing his back pack on, he was off to collect another life to add to his collection of so many over the years, but finally this time for his own well being.

Article 196 Section 1 by Zander Noriega

He slipped out of his secret exit only passage from his house and the door swung close slowly and latch without a sound blending into the design of the side of his keep. Moving at a fast pace barely making a sound and heading to the city below.

“Gold Crest” the name of this city in the south of the continent, was a lot less glamorous than its name. It was just another bustling city filled with people from all walks of life. The streets were dirty and dingy, shop keeps lined the main street, as well as thieves and pick pockets.

Blaquerogue knew them all. The shop owners were closing down for the night moving their wares back inside the shops. The sun had been down for little over and hour and the lanterns lit the streets except the alley ways, they were never lit. Walking with the crowds he slipped off into one and over to the next street. This is when his skill came into effect! Keeping close to the shadows he would pass people by as they looked around to see where that movement of air came from! As they turned around he was long gone.

Dipping back into another alley he knew someone was following him, he could smell them! This one smoked a pipe he knew for tobacco lingered on him still! Hugging the shadows down the alley he stopped and looked up. A shadow jumped from one roof top to the other, quickly he rolled to the left side of the alley and into the shadows there! Slowing down he crept like a beast stalking its prey, he could hear the padded foot steps moving up and down the alley via the roof. Quickly he found a shadow at the edge of the alley opening up onto the busy street. There he waited quietly dagger already pulled and waiting like that of a vipers fangs for the strike, it would come he knew!

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Sliding off the roof and dropping just in front of him was a fellow clad in black cloth as he turned around, an ivory blade opened his neck spilling blood forth! Blaquerogue threw his hand over the mouth and nose of this one dragging him back further into the shadows! There he held him low until finally he suffocated or drowned in his own blood, two deep jabs to the mans heart, and the cat and mouse game was over as he stuffed the body behind some boxes there in the alleyway. Cleaning his ivory blade he cut the purse from the mans belt and dumped the coin into his own. Then Blaquerogue threw his cloak around him and grabbed an empty liqueur jug he found in the ally. He splashed what little was left on his cloak, and stumbled out into the crowd just another “drunkard”.

The Reach of Hunger by Zander Noriega

He was bumping into people and apologizing they bought this muse hook, line, and sinker! When he crossed the street into the next alleyway he counted his take four bags of coin should make for a good night at the tavern where he knew he would find Teron drinking as usual, Rogues should never have a usual place! This was Teron’s first mistake!

The tavern was busy with patrons, it was wall to wall people, drinking laughing having a good time, after a long day of work. He walked through the front door a quick glance around the tavern, he knew all he needed about the people, the exits and where Gantrel the Assassins Guild master was, his normal table at the back of the place, He saw Blaquerogue walk in and smiled his toothy grin.

This was one of those places they called a “safe house”, no one was allowed to perform any of their dirty deeds here or they would suffer with their life! One of the many rules Gantrel had made, since this was his favorite place to be. Teron slipped behind Blaquerogue, but not unnoticed! He went straight for Gantrel’s table. He was stopped by some of his thugs who said no word, Gantrel waved them off and Blaquerogue sat down next to him.

“Well met my friend, have you finally reconsidered your retirement?” he said with a smile. “no one one will touch you here I promise, It is the rules as you know!” with almost a challenge in his voice! Blaque picked that up clearly! Sitting down next to him was Teron who made his way to the table as well, trying to get an ear on things and being Gantrel’s personal body guard in the absence of Blaque.

Blaquerogue looked at Teron and smiled then said “Yes I have reconsidered things, as of late!” putting his left arm around Teron. “He seems like a good fit for the job as your new bodyguard!” Teron smiled, and Blaque could see his head was growing bigger by the second!

“And what of you?” said Gantrel, which area would you like to work in? Moving our market from town to town? Enforcing protection fees?” Blaquerogue smiled and said “no I was thinking of something much better! maybe becoming a partner to you? What do you think of that? We can make the split of 60/40 ill get sixty percent of your operation!?” The smile fell from Gantrel’s face with a quickness! Just as confused as Gantrel so was Teron with a confused look on his face!

Blaquerogue just smiled and said “You are a liability to the guild, that is why you will get forty percent of the profits!” Gantrel upset belted out “what is this you speak of!! in my place of business!” In the blink of an eye six quick jabs into Terons heart with the ivory dagger cutting through his armor as if it wasn’t there! Blood sprayed splashing all over Gantrel’s face, and Blaquerogue’s armor! he gently laid Teron on the table face first! The whole place was in shock at this moment! Especially Gantrel! Blaquerogue called out to the thugs standing around the table, “clean this mess up!” They did as they were told for they were paid well by Blaquerogue!

Turning back to Gantrel, he said “This is what i think of your rules! Poor Teron would still be alive, at least for a couple more hours if i hadn’t found this on him!” He pulled out a piece of paper and threw it down on the table! There sitting in front of Gantrel was a bounty for two thousand gold, for Blaquerogue’s head signed by Gantrel himself, blood still dripping and smudging the ink! “Your thugs work for me now!, and as for you fat man this is where your story ends!” A quick slash across his throat and the conversation was over in a waterfall of blood! He looked up at the crowd and said “Let this be a lesson for those that choose to cross me “The Ebon Viper!” Business will continue as usual! I am your new Guild Master!” With that, they went back to drinking, but were a lot more quieter, softly talking and whispering amongst themselves. More than likely plotting Blaquerogue’s death under their breath, but he would be ready if they dare tried!

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April 4 2015

Echoes From the Caverns 04-03-15

Hello All! Here is the news for April 3rd, 2015. Happy Easter!

  • SotA Companion App
  • More Spectra Mines Entrance
  • Judging a Book by its Cover
  • Release 17 Grand Tour Quest Reward: Fez Hat
  • R15 Decoration Contest Winners
  • Hangout of the Avatar ~ Release 16 Postmortem
  • Black Gate Games GDC Interview: Meeting the Ultima Team
  • In-game Community Weekend Events
  • Decent Kickstarter in Final Week
  • Receiving Pledge Rewards and Add-On Items
  • Changes to Store Credit Conversions
  • Steam Access Keys Available for All Backers
  • How to Cancel Monthly Layaway Payment Plans
  • This Week In the News
  • Upcoming Events

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March 31 2015

Rise of the Ravagers Chapter 6 – by Lendrick – narrated by Asclepius

Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with another chapter in the thrilling story by Lendrick; it is entitled
Rise of the Ravagers, Chapter Six
Background music “Vampires Hunt at Night”by Smartsound.

CHAPTER SIX BOOK OF THE RAVAGERS City of Brittany, 1 week ago….. “Again” Rannick exclaimed in frustration. “You will keep doing this, again and again if need be until you get it right” Slyphania was exhausted. Every fibre in her being down to the core ached with a weariness that defied belief. All she wanted to do was collapse and perhaps sleep for a week. “Again!” Rannick spat. Slyphania straightened from her crouching position and stretched. Rubbing her tired eyes, she took several deep breaths and a determined “grunt”, before re-focussing on the open tome. Rannick described the tome as an ancient text, from well before the Cataclysm and was sought after by his following, The Obsidian Order Cult. The cult dedicated itself to the preservation and resurrection of the “Ravagers”, a supreme undead spectral force that had mastered dark Chaos energy. Their goal was to be brought into this plane of existence and cover the whole world in their darkness. The Obsidian Order Cult existed to see that it was brought to fruition. The Book that thrust itself upon her those many weeks ago, was the fabled “Toemisa Ex Eravagerian”, or roughly translated by Rannick as “The Book of the Ravagers”. Re-focussing her eyes on the incantation, Slyphania started again. ______________ Later that night, finally rid of Rannick, Slyphania collapsed on her inn’s bed, so tired she could no longer stand, her legs were cramping up and would not support her frail elven weight. Lying there on the bed, her thoughts were filled darkly of the book, the incantations and spell she was being forced to memorise. Even though she was as tired as she was, sleep would not come. Slyphania had always had an affinity for the arcane arts, and had always dreamed of learning what it was like to be an “all powerful” sorceress. However, she did not picture it like this. Endless study, an obsession to strive to remember it all. So great was the feeling of need that she would forget to eat and drink, and as a result, had become weaker and sallow. Tossing and turning, the sweet embrace of slumber would still not come. Attempting a different tack to finally get a decent night’s sleep, Slyphania turned her mind towards her peculiar new friend, what was his name again, Glyph? Glyz? Glyn? Yeah, Glyn sounded familiar, ‘Glyn-drel?” That was it! He seemed nice, and kind and perhaps, a friend? Slyphania couldn’t remember too much past the falling in the cave and finding the book. The book. Always her mind comes back to the Book. As nice as the feelings for this “Glyn-drel” were, Slyphania pushed them aside. She did not have time for friends or family. She had to dedicate and devote her time to her studies. Of the Book. Tossing again, Slyphania peered over to where the book lay on her inn’s dining room table. Sleep was not about to take her, and staring at that book, the memories of blood, death and darkness came unbidden. But she didn’t remember them, not in her lifetime, then who’s? The book seemed to call to her, beckon her in within its runic pages, to learn and become strong and conquer. It was then that it dawned on Slyphania like the breaking of the sun. The book was a summoning ritual. That was why Rannick was so fanatically determined to have her learn the runes, he needed someone to perform the ritual, to summon the Ravager into this dimension. But why her? Why now? These were vitally important questions racing through her mind that needed to be addressed but she had to console herself that it wouldn’t be tonight. Still sleep eluded her, like a furtive chicken, forever out of reach. So, Slyphania thought, it all revolves around this book. It was certainly an elegant, auspicious tome, with gold filigree on the front cover and spine, re-enforced and each page was gold trimmed. Inside was pictures, the runic alphabet, some rudimentary spells and, the all-important Summoning ritual. As Slyphania stared at the book, she stated to feel lost and afraid. So far from home and dealing with unknown people and unknown forces beyond her imagining. The kept her attention more, and Slyphania thought she could hear whispering coming from the book, quiet, subtle and sibilant. Promising her things, immortality. Slyphania knew it was wrong, but couldn’t fight it. The book was too strong, possessed by an unknown entity, malevolent and evil. Rannick suggested earlier that there might even be the spirit of a Ravager inhabiting the book. Continuing to stare at the book, Slyphania felt as though she were on the precipice of a great, yawning chasm, teetering and the ground beneath her was crumbling, looking back she could see her friend, and it appeared as though he was in slow motion, mouth moving, no noise, silently screaming, reaching for her. Turning towards him, the ground continued to give way. Wanting to feel his embrace, her arm raised and arm outstretched, reaching for him. He was reaching for her, arm outstretched. Almost. Almost. Can’t move forward the ground giving way, hand outstretched, fingers almost touching. Almost. The ground collapsed. The distance between fingertips increased. Slyphania fell. Startled awake by a loud noise. What was that!?!? A knock came to the room door, loud and insistent. Slyphania slid off the bed and padded over to the door. Opening it, there stood Rannick. Dressed in a midnight black robe, for a moment, Slyphania gasped, taking him to be a Ravager itself. “We leave on the morn, we are to make our way to the Necropolis and gather some supplies” Slyphania had a sinking suspicion that when he said “Supplies”, he meant something else. “Ok, fine” she replied shortly, hoping to put an end to the conversation quickly and get back to bed. Without any further discussion, Rannick turned and was gone. Closing the door, Slyphania returned to bed and sat on the edge, picking up the book and staring down at it in her lap. Curiosity got the better of her and she opened it to a random page. At that moment, darkness exploded out of the book and engulfed her. Slyphania knew no more, and got the rest she needed, just not in the way she had expected. TO BE CONTINUED>

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March 31 2015

The Green Rogue, Volume III – by enderandrew – narrated by Asclepius

Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with another chapter of this wonderful story by enderandrew. It is entitled

The Green Rogue Volume III
Told by Joorus the Scribe

Background music Android Dream, by Smartsound

Lord Zolaas’ platemail glove slammed hard into his wooden throne, cracking it ever so slightly. It was embarrassing to constantly replace and repair his throne, but he was an impassioned man and he couldn’t hold his rage inside. His lands were dwindling, as was his power. They shifted to other feudal lords in Norgard. He felt like he had so little left and now bandits sought to take that away as well.

“Do these bastards not realize what they’re doing? It isn’t just gold or items. What if our men aren’t properly armed or prepared to fight Kobold forces? What if their will is weakened? How many would die because of the greed of a few?”

Sir Greggor stepped forward, with his palm outstretched. He did not like seeing his Lord so distressed. “Peace, my Lord. I promise I will take care of this and with haste. I agree that the cost is more than gold, which is why I take this threat so seriously. The Green Rogue is more than a common criminal and he will be stopped. We cannot fight a war on two fronts, especially one against our own people. With your blessing, I intend to take a small risk.”

Lord Zolaas’ head picked up a bit. Risk had not worked out well for him in recent years, but he also grew more desperate. One risk seemed to just lead into the next. “I’m not sure I can trust my own judgement anymore. I would not take any risk of my own volition, but if you trust it is the right thing to do-”

“My liege, I would not presume to decide for you,” Sir Greggor interrupted.

“No, it is time; it is your time. As my time wanes, you should succeed me. If this risk pays off, the glory and credit will be yours and I will step down. Not only will the Green Rogue be no more, but the poor leadership that inspired such rebellion will be no more. I cannot step down so long as he breathes, lest we incite more rebels. But if you take his head, then you should also take my throne. Perhaps you can even regain some of the lands we lost to the other Lords of the realm. Now go, and do what you must. I fear if I am associated with your plan, I will mar it with my failure.”

Sir Greggor bowed and left. He did not understand the need for politics and why any Lord should concern themselves with how much land was in their name. Everyone ultimately served the Titan, their King Granus, and thusly the people of Norgard. But perhaps this was a good test if he was fit to be a Lord himself. The thought of this risk terrified him. He was willing to risk his own life in combat, but what of the lives of others? Could he command people to leave the front lines to concentrate fully on this bandit if it meant a forward outpost might be overrun by Kobolds?

He knew the people would more easily stomach what they knew. If men died in battle to Kobold blades, it in theory should only renew the war efforts. But so long as this Green Rogue stole from men, they would have no support. Courage meant more than the might of lifting a sword in the heat of battle. At times, it meant having the will to make the hard decision.

He signed his writs and sent them off with messengers. The few mages they had would work on distractions while most every available soldier was being pulled back to merchant routes. The trap was in place, and he would have the Green Rogue’s head by nightfall. Would it be the only head taken? He hoped those writs weren’t death warrants he just signed.

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March 28 2015

Echoes From the Caverns 03-27-15

Hello All! Here is the news for March 27th, 2015. Welcome to Release 16!

  • Play Release 16 Now!
  • Traditional FireLotus Release (16) Party!
  • Q2 2015 Schedule Update
  • Novian Academy of Arts and Sciences
  • In-game Community Weekend Events
  • Kickstarter Shout-Outs
  • Receiving Pledge Rewards and Add-On Items
  • Changes to Store Credit Conversions
  • Steam Access Keys Available for All Backers
  • How to Cancel Monthly Layaway Payment Plans
  • This Week In the News
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March 21 2015

Echoes From the Caverns 03-20-15

Hello Everyone! Here is the news for March 20th, 2015. Hope you are enjoying R15! R16 is coming next week!

  • SotA Community App for iOS and Android
  • SotA Son More 2015 Most Anticipated Lists
  • SotA at SXSW
  • Lord British and Lord Blackthorn Keynote CGF2015: Ultima Online Post Mortem
  • Help Name SotA’s Streets
  • Abe’s Overworld Work-in-Progress
  • Player Owned Town Price Changes
  • Player Bank Upgrades
  • In-game Community Weekend Events
  • Kickstarter Shout-Outs
  • Receiving Pledge Rewards and Add-On Items
  • Changes to Store Credit Conversions
  • Steam Access Keys Available for All Backers
  • How to Cancel Monthly Layaway Payment Plans
  • This Week In the News
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March 19 2015

Rise of the Ravagers chapter 5 – by Lendrick – narrated by Asclepius

Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with another chapter in the thrilling story by Lendrick; it is entitled

Rise of the Ravagers, Chapter Five.
Background music “Lowland Invasion”by Smartsound.

CHAPTER FIVE FIELDS OF THE DEAD Midmaer Fields south of Midras The skeleton Knight shambled towards Lendrick Dawnfire with a quickness that surprised him. Quickly raising his shield to fend off its initial blow which left Lendrick’s arm vibrating from the force, Lendrick ducked and spun, bringing Light fire, his gleaming enchanted sword in a searing arc, severing one of the dead knight’s legs off from the knee and causing it to topple. Dancing quickly out of reach, the skeletal knight made another futile swing of its rusted axe that glanced off Lendrick’s plate mail boot. Spinning around, Lendrick brought Light fire down at the neck join, between the half faced rusted helmet and top of its rusted chest plate, severing the head and causing the undead creature to move no more. They just kept coming! Lendrick had rallied his contingent of the Knights of Novia to journey into Midmaer as there were reports of a practicing cult in the old Sokoth ruins near Blackblade. Burdock’s Knights were dedicated and swore to root out darkness and evil no matter where it may crawl and hide. They didn’t expect this onslaught though of undead from the old battlefield. There was definitely some dark magic at work here. “It’s sure is getting hot as well, unnaturally so…” Lendrick thought out loud, perhaps some more dark magic. Glancing over to his old friend, Burdock, a Cleric of Gaia, to see how he was faring and had to suppress a smile to himself. Burdock was definitely in his element, his mace rising and falling in a mad fervour as he moved from undead to undead, bits of bone and flesh flying in all directions. A mace was certainly more effective at smashing undead than Lendrick’s long sword, however, Light fire was precious to him, and they almost had a special bond together, so while Lendrick may take out one skeletal Knight to Burdock’s five, Lendrick would not part with Light fire. Over his dead body! “How’s fare thee, old friend?” Lendrick yelled to Burdock, the other Knights of Novia swarming and dancing around, spells flashing and undead dying. Again. “I have never been happier my friend! This is what I live for! We will smash all these hell spawns and then take the Castle!” Burdock bellowed back with a mad glint to his eyes. “Aye, my friend, I am sure you will, I might just break for some tea, then, if that’s ok!?” Lendrick replied sarcastically. “Fine by me, more to smash, save me a cup though!” The last word yelled louder as another zombie’s brain was crushed by Burdock’s falling mace. Lendrick moved onto the next, his gleaming plate armour and shield raised high. This was the life, vanquishing evil, saving lives. Burdock never felt more alive than right now. It wasn’t all fun and slaughter though, Lendrick thought more sombrely as the next three Ghouls charged. Lendrick remembered a time when he had first met Burdock, and the tragedy surrounding his friends past and their initial time together. Lendrick had known Burdock since they were children, over ten years ago, when Lendrick was only ten years old and his family had moved to the village with the newly built church. The old church had been burned to the ground by a raiding party of Kobolds. Kobolds were hideous goblin-rat like beasts that walked like men and would attack and slaughter anything in their path. Well, the village had been in their path and the church did not survive. Nor did Burdock’s parents, who were seeking refuge in the Church when the Kobolds set it alight. Luckily, Burdock was able to crawl out the rear through a small window, too small for his parents and had to watch as they went up in flames. The church was completely destroyed, and eventually had to be rebuilt, much like the village folk’s faith. Burdock swore an oath to the cross that day, that he would seek vengeance for his parents, but, befitting their memory, would study and train as a warrior cleric of the Church of Gaia. That was when Lendrick first met him, the new church had been finished and Lendrick’s priesthood training had begun. Lendrick and Burdock became fast friends, being of similar age, Lendrick was keenly interested in the warrior priest training, however, enjoyed the battle a bit too much. Without the tempered hand of a Cleric. The head priest nevertheless saw potential in Lendrick. Lendrick was sourced out to a cadre of warrior-priests to further teach him in the martial arts of priesthood and to don the armour of a warrior of light. Lendrick spent years of intensive warrior training and arduous study of the CODEX and edicts that govern the church. With the help of Burdock, and Lendrick helping to motivate him as well, they both achieved their chosen calling. Burdock became a Cleric of Gaia and Lendrick was welcomed into the arms of the holy warrior cadre of Paladins. In recognition and gratitude of his training and acceptance, Lendrick formed an elite group of people to help spread the light into the darkness of Novia. Hence, the knighthood of the Knights of Novia was established. Being a flexible group, it is ever expanding and has the full backing of the Church of Gaia. The three ghouls having fallen before Light fire, Lendrick took a breath and looked around. The Knights were finishing off some straggling undead that wouldn’t stay down, but ultimately the main fight was done. Wiping blood off the end of his mace, Burdock strode over to Lendrick. “A good fight, my old friend! I feel energised to keep going, the Blackblade couldn’t be more than a day’s ride”. “Aye, not far now, but we must tread carefully here, as we have enemies at all sides. It is almost nightfall. We will establish a camp, lay some protective runes, and make for the rift at first light” “Aye, as you say, Lord Commander” “You know I hate it when you call me that, you know you don’t have to right? It’s to keep the discipline with our younger members, not my dearest friend!?” “Aye, I know. I know that it frustrates you. Why do ye think I say it?” And with that mischievous glint back in his eye, Burdock set about making camp. TO BE CONTINUED>

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