Post by Serrion on Apr 28, 2008 11:56:51 GMT -5
A company of maybe eight knights or so made their way down the path in the forest slowly. Each one was cautious as they walked, each one knew they were deep in enemy territory, the most dangerous enemy's territory. All eight of them wore jet black blate armor, apporpriately spiked and runed with the demonic symbols of their lord. All were armed and had those weapons drawn. Two held long multibladed spears, vicous weapons that looked like they could cause pain to even something as large as a dragon. Two held bows, drawn and ready, the barbed black arrows searched the forest around them for a target, though the knights were not twitchy, each one was a trained soldier who was very likely to consider each target before fireing, not an amature who would fire at the first spot of movement in the bushes. Three other held black bladed hand axes and the last a staff. Magic radiated from this last one, he was the only one not wearing armor and instead wore an intricate set of red and black robes.
Wingbeats and all of them focussed on it's direction. The two bows aimed carefully as a huge black dragon sowly decended through the treetops below them. Once Gaulroach was in clear sight they put their weapons down, althought hey didn't show a sign of it, they were all very relieved that it was their lord and not the similarily sized and colored Ebony. Each night did his best to give the Dark Lord a respectful bow without having to dismount.
The sorcerer brought his horse up closer, the black fleshed beast snorted but did not run away from the great dragon. Each one was breed for power, and bravery and each held a sliver of demonic blood in it's veins, they saw the dragon as master as easily as they saw their own riders. Gaulroach nodded to the sorcerer and lowered his head down to his level. A slight smirk going across his face, a single drop of acid fell from between the dragons fangs and burned into the ground. "Welcome to my misstress' woods noble knights." he hissed in amusement. A shock ran through each night but it did not show from behind their full helmets.
The sorcerer kept his face comepletely black. "My Lord, you serve Ebony?" He asked, assuming so but making sure he was not mistaken.
The dragon Gaulroach nodded. "In Daigmar's betrayal she has offered me and those that serve me refuge. This might seem odd to those of you that understand human politics. But despite our constant warring upon each other, she has proved to be a lady of honor. Yes, you all still serve me but she is now at a higher power it seems. Her word is law even if it goes against my own. But I trust she is somewhat understanding. We are very similar of mine."
The sorcerer nodded. "Of course, we follow her laws as if it was our code. What are your orders for us ow Lord Gaulroach?"
"COntinue on this path towards the tower, you shall not be resisted. I trust word has spread of my presense there, do not be expected to be recieved with open arms, expect prejudice but do not allow it to provoke you. Let all in her tower know that none are as diciplined as my knights." Witht hat the black dragon returned to the air and back to the tower once more. It did amuse him somewhat to be under Ebony's rule. He wondered what she would do now that she had control of him. Ever since they were younger each had been trying to achieve greater power than the other, Ebony tried to out power him through domination. All the time Gaulroach had resisted her attempts to dominate him, it was very amusing.
Wingbeats and all of them focussed on it's direction. The two bows aimed carefully as a huge black dragon sowly decended through the treetops below them. Once Gaulroach was in clear sight they put their weapons down, althought hey didn't show a sign of it, they were all very relieved that it was their lord and not the similarily sized and colored Ebony. Each night did his best to give the Dark Lord a respectful bow without having to dismount.
The sorcerer brought his horse up closer, the black fleshed beast snorted but did not run away from the great dragon. Each one was breed for power, and bravery and each held a sliver of demonic blood in it's veins, they saw the dragon as master as easily as they saw their own riders. Gaulroach nodded to the sorcerer and lowered his head down to his level. A slight smirk going across his face, a single drop of acid fell from between the dragons fangs and burned into the ground. "Welcome to my misstress' woods noble knights." he hissed in amusement. A shock ran through each night but it did not show from behind their full helmets.
The sorcerer kept his face comepletely black. "My Lord, you serve Ebony?" He asked, assuming so but making sure he was not mistaken.
The dragon Gaulroach nodded. "In Daigmar's betrayal she has offered me and those that serve me refuge. This might seem odd to those of you that understand human politics. But despite our constant warring upon each other, she has proved to be a lady of honor. Yes, you all still serve me but she is now at a higher power it seems. Her word is law even if it goes against my own. But I trust she is somewhat understanding. We are very similar of mine."
The sorcerer nodded. "Of course, we follow her laws as if it was our code. What are your orders for us ow Lord Gaulroach?"
"COntinue on this path towards the tower, you shall not be resisted. I trust word has spread of my presense there, do not be expected to be recieved with open arms, expect prejudice but do not allow it to provoke you. Let all in her tower know that none are as diciplined as my knights." Witht hat the black dragon returned to the air and back to the tower once more. It did amuse him somewhat to be under Ebony's rule. He wondered what she would do now that she had control of him. Ever since they were younger each had been trying to achieve greater power than the other, Ebony tried to out power him through domination. All the time Gaulroach had resisted her attempts to dominate him, it was very amusing.