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A Knight's Lament

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Perched high in the frosty sharp peaks of the Erenian Wilds stood a small shrine out looking the heavily fantastic landscape.  The stone built pavilion was empty, but a small path lead to a stone bench built on the very edge of the shrines' alcove.  Upon this bench sat the hunched form of The Black Knight, Argos sat leaned up against the bench to inanimately console its master to no avail.  Gauen still had his helmet on his bowered head, light wisps of steam issued from the mouth gap.  The silence was deafening.

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Far below them at the base of the peak, a crackling blue energy began to rip into the folds of reality itself, curling outward rapidly like ribbons from a confetti gun. Sharp rocks were devoured and erased from existence as the portal passed over them, rotating into a vertical position before coming to a halt, it's blistering blue energies snapping and cracking loudly in the air. Then, a metallic boot stepped out from the portal, followed by a calf and a leg.

Once again, Erenia's infamously exiled Master Knight joined her footsteps to the millions of Erenians striding upon the leylines of the great nation. Her head peaked out from the portal, her floating footwork finding balance over crumbling slabs of stone. She strode outward with vigor and great optimism which when she had left Erenia, possessed none.

A deep breath of air made its way into Addison's lungs, filling her with the fresh tastes of Erenian soil and vapor once again. It had been far too long, and she missed it dearly.

"Well, come on in!" she said seemingly to no one as the portal continued to swirl on the spot behind her.

@Fierach 

 

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Another Master Knight stepped through, one so very like Addison except for in all the ways that seemed to matter to a normal observer. The figure was broader, for one, and taller. Had to be a man. He was clad from head to toe in armor of an amalgam make, dragonscales blended with enchanted steel, scales of chitin overlaying other more fantastic metals. It would be hard to tell at a glance if he was a knight or a barbarian, so studded was his wargear was with furs and icons, but his helmet left no doubt. It was sharp, and proud, with great wings on the sides craning up into the sky. 

And then the figure staggered through. He righted himself up quickly enough, turning back to look at the portal as if it had offended him personally.

"I hate portals" he growled, when he turned back to look at Addison, or as he knew her, Akimee.

It seemed like a strange quirk for somebody who used them constantly.

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The base of the moutain was quiet, only a few wisps if lost wind echoed through the peaks' crags.  An ancient stone pathway wound it's way up the mountainside but its destination was unclear being that many sharp turns and large trees obscured the end 

@Phoebe @Fierach

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"You'll get used to it," Addison grinned, springing ahead of James as she took in all the sights and sounds which she had once taken for granted. She would cherish this moment, and forever remember it as what could have been but would never be.

"There's a funny story about this place," she remarked, hopping up the stone pathway effortlessly. "I once tried to murder my Queen here."

She smiled wistfully to herself, as if reminiscing something of the past. She offered James a thoughtful look.

"Beautiful land. Met some of the most extraordinary people that I'll never forget here."

She wasn't exaggerating the beauty of the place. Beyond sharp, precarious stalagmites which rose from the hardened and rocky earth, was a beautiful ocean of grass, a warm and flowing meadow which the winds buffeted continuously. The howl of the wind through the mountain pass into the gorge they were in seemed to turn into a whistle the closer it got to them. The mountains themselves were ivory in color, made from rock polished by time and rainfall, glinting so brightly that the sun seemed to reflect over all of it, casting a bright light over everything.

@Fierach

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The figure shook his head. "Probably not" he replied, a moment before he removed his high-winged helmet and revealed the intense gaze of one James Eredas.

It was just one of those things. No matter what kind, portals seemed to have it out for him in inconvenient ways; tripping him, sending him through upside down, over a ravine, too close to, or too far from the ground. 

"Did she deserve it?" James asked, chuckling as he followed behind her. There was less bounce in his step, rather more of a self-assuredness, proud and confident. Dark eyes flitted around, drinking in details of his surroundings before he reached up again to fix his black bangs as it had been matted under his helmet. "You always did like the beautiful things in life".

If she expected him to have a greater reaction, she might've been disappointed. James was a veteran planeswalker after all, and he hid his feelings well. Still, the corners of his lips bent upwards in a smile, and there was a genuine warmth twinkling in his eyes.

"So it is at the top of this formation then, your home?"

 

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"No, she didn't," she shook her head with a distant smile. "That's why I ended up working for her."

As they continued up the mountain, Addison pointed off into the horizon at the setting sun.

"No, I live in Estellores, which is just beyond this mountain. You can see everything from up there!" she exclaimed.

She understood truly the somber mellowness which had come of James in the past decade in which she had left him, and he her. It was why she had silenced the canary in her throat, why she had put down all other interests and pursued the path of knighthood, to become not only a servant of justice, but a slayer of the wicked. And in spite of her joyous attitude which few could bring forth from within the depths of her hardened shell, there was a certain wisdom in twinkling of her eyes, one which she had longed for him to see. 'I've grown up', it seemed to say, and just as likewise, she was proud of him for living past her death and growing to become a man greater than what he had been when she had left him, and he her.

As the path got darker with the sun's eventual descent, Addison raised her fist, a small twirl of fire erupting out of her index finger. The light illuminated their surroundings, glowing a brilliant white hue. Her overwhelming life force bleeding into the plantlife around her, causing a sudden revitalization of the grass and weeds.

"This could have been ours to share," she remarked solemnly as they approached the top of the hill.

@Fierach

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"Could still be" the selfish voice in James said, unbidden. It was possible. Defying space and time they had been reunited, and then... and then James crushed that thought solidly. It could never be voiced. It could never be accepted. Both of them were already far past that.

He changed the subject instead. "You remember when we once talked about me giving you my fire?" he referenced her powers now. It was a conversation from another life, a time when they were both many years younger and lived only for the passion of the moment. Stowed away someplace private, they had joked about transferring some of his powers over to her. It was impossible of course, at least with what they knew of the world at the time, but it hadn't been for a lack of ... "trying" in other methods.

But that too was a memory from a time far past. That scar on his heart was built over, reinforced, and polished to the point of insanity, to the point where if anybody even tried looking they’d be blinded if they weren’t lucky, or they’d merely see their own reflection. As the two of them ascended to the top, James let loose the breathe he didn’t know he was holding, eyeing the landscape before them.

Well, we’re sharing it now”, he finally replied. It would have to be enough.  

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"I remember," she muttered wistfully, her voice cracking ever so slightly. ". . . And you did."

Not in the literal sense, but James' death had lit up a blaze within her. A fire she never knew she had. A hatred so powerful that it twisted and corrupted every good thing which he had once loved. And with that corruption, came purity once again. Such was the cycle of maturity, and the obligation of duty upon every man, woman and child to be a part of the world which had been given to them.

Akimee Ayora had never intended to live the life thrust upon her. But when she did, she readily embraced the world that had lost what would become one its finest. She shook her head in disbelief. Was the death of the other really necessary to spur the survivor on to heroism? In its on twisted sense, life had its own little way of mocking those who lived it. But at last, with this little bridge in the gaps of reality, Addison finally felt as if she had triumphed over life and the struggles it had set forth for her. She looked on at her boyfriend of past ages, knowing he was the same boy, but a different man. Things changed, and it was something she had come to accept. Perhaps it was time to rekindle that friendship once again.

She paused upon reaching the top of the hill, staring in confusion at the black knight seated at the top of its peak, his deadly blade far too familiar. She felt a throbbing in her calf, as if the poison which he had inflicted years ago was surging through her veins once again.

" . . . "

@MaskedHero @Fierach

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Footsteps echoing on the moutain top trigger the knight.  From his slouched position his arm flashed out, grabbing Argos's poisoned blade without moving from the hunched position.  Addy knew this man well, but the second Mast Knight would only see a grave symbol... Dark armor talked about only in hushed tones and scarce looks.  The legend of the royal hunting clan of The Order spread wide.

The silence could be cut with a knife for its thickness. The Black Knight knew not who was behind him, only that it could be the Queens final will for his execution.  He kept in the hunched position, one arm slacked across his thigh while the other tightened its grip on the sword which was "leaning" against the bench.  Addy knew that approaching should be taken with care, his body language said much about the strength of his will left. @Phoebe @Fierach

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James regarded the dark-armored warrior coolly, while he automatically took up a place next to Akimee, and slightly in front, protectively. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, even as his hands stayed clear from his sheathed longsword, content, to hold his helmet under one arm. 

Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't ready for a fight. 

"Friend of yours?" he questioned his beautiful companion in a tone that suggested the stranger was anything but.

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At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, the Black Knight surged to life with a ferocious vigor, turning out of the the bench and raising the blade in a straight-out poin towards the issuing voice. The blade tip stared directly at the second Master Knights forehead, narry inches away from it.  He held this merciless position, showing that this lone Knight was not all that he seems by being able to perform such a maneuver with such control and deadly position.  His ghastly helmet stared eyeless towards the foe. It had a thin t-cisor which was gilded with a bronze metal.  The bronzing was sat upon a black metal base with a crimson red plume of horsehair jutting out from the upper back of the helmet. Two bronze metal horns on the side of the helmet extend from his upper cheek to curve down to meet with the point of his chin.

A design with intimidation in mind. @Fierach @Phoebe

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Addison, unlike James, sought not to mock the man before her. His fierce gestures meant nothing, for she had seen them a dozen times, used both for and against her. She knew the sting of his blade, and the irrational and unshakable loyalty to his Queen which had many times dishonored him. But in the face of a flamboyant peacock, a lion had no reason to falter. She stepped forward, calmly and diplomatically, an inch in front of James.

"Gauen, I'm not here to do whatever you think I'm here to do," truly, her ignorance was ironically truthful. She had no idea of the happenings in Erenia, nor had she any intention of involving herself in them.

"Where is Minori? And why are you here?" she asked innocently. "I don't suppose you're scouting for a Bulgarian invasion from the sea."

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