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Knights of Greymalkin #11:
Darkness, Be My Ally
“You are the child of
a god Khert Wagstaff, you know it in your heart,”
The young monk looked
up in surprise as the self proclaimed goddess stepped into the room. Despite several weeks on the road the
enigmatic woman’s black gown was untouched by a spec of dust. After bringing him to the abandoned home of
his ancestors and revealing that he was the son of one of the one of the Twelve
Divines she had left him alone for three days to explore the empty stone city
carved into the side of a canyon.
Apparently she had returned.
“The child of a false
god perhaps,” replied Khert tersely.
Selene ignored the
barb, “Have you explored the city child?”
Indeed he had. The city was a remarkable work of art, carved
out of the very wall of the canyon in such a way that the buildings seemed to
grow out of the stones themselves. Marble,
obsidian, quartz and a multitude of other stones were blended together
seamlessly, suggesting a deeper connection to the stone than just simple
Other than the
building themselves there was nothing else in the city; no furniture, no
bodies, no sign of life at all. There
weren’t even any weeds or wildlife taking advantage of the free shelter. Khert
couldn’t help but wonder if it was because they feared or respected this place.
“I have seen all this
place has to offer me. There is nothing
knowingly, “You haven’t seen this city through a God’s eye’s yet child.”
From above, the castle
looks as insignificant as any other human structure. The humans prided themselves on how impregnable
the fortress was, but to the great black dragon descending from the heavens it
was little more than a child’s play fort.
As it drew closer the
frantic activity below became clear. Human’s
scurried about in a panic as the shadow above them grew greater. By the time it landed in the castle’s
courtyard the peons had formed into formal ranks; a show of pomp and ceremony
to welcome the dragon.
The lead human,
Stryker, came rushing across the cobblestones, clearly flustered by the
appearance of the great wyrm. He and his
soldiers knelt hastily and looked upon the ground, knowing their Lord did not
like to be watched during what was to come.
Gradually the dragon
began to change; bones cracked audibly and reshaped themselves, while iron hard
black scales paled and softened. Within
moments the gigantic beast had been replaced by a hulking man with long ebony
hair and dense black platemail.
“Lord Romulus, you
honour us with your presence. If we had received word of your coming we could
have prepared a welcome more deserving of your stature,” stammered Stryker.
“I care little for
pomp and ego stroking William. Every soldier you dedicate to polishing cobble
stones or waving flags is one less soldier for furthering my cause,” replied
the dragon god, “Get to your feet and stop wasting your god’s time.”
“Of…of course, my
Lord,” stammered the zealot, as he did his lord’s bidding.
Romulus started walking towards the keep, and Stryker
hurried to keep up with the god’s lengthy stride.
“I am displeased you
have failed to acquire Charles Xavier, the man’s abilities are key to my plans
for furthering the Twelve’s reach.”
Stryker shot a dirty
glance at Tyran, Victor and Tandala, across the courtyard. The trio had failed
time and again to locate Xavier or capture his knights. Though at least they
had survived and avoided capture, unlike some of his other agents.
“Your displeasure is
with good reason my Lord. I can only beg
of you patience. In fact I have just
received word my men are closing in on Xavier’s wards. They shall be ours
before the setting of the sun.”
“And you are confident
these hellbreed will lead us to Xavier?”
“Yes my Lord,”
“Then make it so.”