Post by Sir Doladin on Dec 19, 2019 15:04:24 GMT -5
Lightning crackled in the distance followed by a boom of thunder; rain pours down, loudly pinging off immaculately gleaming plate armor. The Knight lifted his gaze up towards the Dark Tower just as another streak of lightning illuminated it for the briefest of moments. His prize was contained within; his prey off feeding as it always did at this time of day. The Knight had been watching for three days to learn Its pattern. To know when the perfect time would be to strike. That time had finally arrived. Dismounting from his mighty steed, the Knight snapped his gauntleted fingers, the creature vanishing in the wink of an eye. Slowly and carefully he stalked forward, heading for the entrance of the tower.. but just as he approached the door, the undeniable screech of a goblin could be heard in the courtyard.
Drawing the broad sword from his back the Knight takes a defensive stance just as the first green creature comes into view, charging around a corner covered in hides and already swinging a small hand axe. The attack is batted away, with the armored soldier launching a kick to the smaller being’s midsection, knocking him backward into the next goblin to rush around the side, the sword cleaving down afterwards through them both. And so began the skirmish between man and goblinoid, which will be glossed over for purposes of brevity.
With a huff, the blade is pulled from the body of the last goblin, the Knight’s back hitting the doorway of the tower. That had taken too long; his window before It returned had been narrow enough as it was. Sword held low, the armored man turned to open the tower door and begin his long trek up the numerous stairs. Flight after flight he scaled, focused on his goal, focused on his prize. It was taking too long, he once more chided himself.. but he had come so far! There was no going back now. He would just have to deal with the reperc---
A mighty roar shook the tower. His foe had returned and found his hirelings dead in the courtyard. The Knight had ran out of time.. or had he? Up ahead, appearing around another spiral loop of the tower’s stairs, the final doorway makes an appearance. If he could just reach it…! Against his better judgement, the Knight glanced out through one of the window slits in the side of the tower and spotted a gaping maw of teeth and tongue, larger than his entire form, rushing in his direction. The Paladin can only dive forward in reaction as the beasts’ mouth crashes into the side of the tower, piercing through stone to the spot he just occupied. The sword is drawn in a flash, slashing upward at the creature’s chin. It reflects off the thick armored scales. The mouth began to thrash, trying to find purchase against its foe; the Knight scrambling backward up the steps, getting to his feet, and turning to make one last push for the doorway. The Princess was locked away on the other side, mere feet away now! If he can just reach that door! Behind him the dragon roared again, the deafening sound rattling the tower walls. It began to pull back, preparing another strike… giving the Knight this final chance. Those last few steps were taken at full speed—or as fast as one wearing plate armor can move—the door appearing before him. With all his might, he dove towards it, shoulder first, breaking it down and bursting into the room on the other side.
One the other side… the first thing the Knight heard was, in a loud tone, “—may they speak now or forever hold their peace.” All heads of those seated in pews in the large cathedral turned in unison at the sudden intrusion, staring back towards the rear. On the staged platform, a priest in robes of white looked on in shocked surprise, while the bride looks on in horror, and the groom… in a very small voice, can be head saying: “…Right then. You can have her. I’m out.”
“Pri—Princess?” The Knight calls out, confused. This room was far too large to be the top of the tower. Who were all these people? The groom was turning to make a quick exit, but the bride grabbed for his hands. “Stop Martin! I don’t know who that is!” Loud murmuring was coming from those in attendance, gossiping amongst themselves already. The priest stood pale—as white as his gown—unable to understand a man in full armor bursting into his chapel like this. The Knight’s brain refused to comprehend, still trying to work through impossibilities. A mighty roar from behind him shook him from his thoughts, spinning around and throwing both hands together to create a magical shield… just in time for the torrent of dragonbreath fire to flash around it.
Drawing the broad sword from his back the Knight takes a defensive stance just as the first green creature comes into view, charging around a corner covered in hides and already swinging a small hand axe. The attack is batted away, with the armored soldier launching a kick to the smaller being’s midsection, knocking him backward into the next goblin to rush around the side, the sword cleaving down afterwards through them both. And so began the skirmish between man and goblinoid, which will be glossed over for purposes of brevity.
With a huff, the blade is pulled from the body of the last goblin, the Knight’s back hitting the doorway of the tower. That had taken too long; his window before It returned had been narrow enough as it was. Sword held low, the armored man turned to open the tower door and begin his long trek up the numerous stairs. Flight after flight he scaled, focused on his goal, focused on his prize. It was taking too long, he once more chided himself.. but he had come so far! There was no going back now. He would just have to deal with the reperc---
A mighty roar shook the tower. His foe had returned and found his hirelings dead in the courtyard. The Knight had ran out of time.. or had he? Up ahead, appearing around another spiral loop of the tower’s stairs, the final doorway makes an appearance. If he could just reach it…! Against his better judgement, the Knight glanced out through one of the window slits in the side of the tower and spotted a gaping maw of teeth and tongue, larger than his entire form, rushing in his direction. The Paladin can only dive forward in reaction as the beasts’ mouth crashes into the side of the tower, piercing through stone to the spot he just occupied. The sword is drawn in a flash, slashing upward at the creature’s chin. It reflects off the thick armored scales. The mouth began to thrash, trying to find purchase against its foe; the Knight scrambling backward up the steps, getting to his feet, and turning to make one last push for the doorway. The Princess was locked away on the other side, mere feet away now! If he can just reach that door! Behind him the dragon roared again, the deafening sound rattling the tower walls. It began to pull back, preparing another strike… giving the Knight this final chance. Those last few steps were taken at full speed—or as fast as one wearing plate armor can move—the door appearing before him. With all his might, he dove towards it, shoulder first, breaking it down and bursting into the room on the other side.
One the other side… the first thing the Knight heard was, in a loud tone, “—may they speak now or forever hold their peace.” All heads of those seated in pews in the large cathedral turned in unison at the sudden intrusion, staring back towards the rear. On the staged platform, a priest in robes of white looked on in shocked surprise, while the bride looks on in horror, and the groom… in a very small voice, can be head saying: “…Right then. You can have her. I’m out.”
“Pri—Princess?” The Knight calls out, confused. This room was far too large to be the top of the tower. Who were all these people? The groom was turning to make a quick exit, but the bride grabbed for his hands. “Stop Martin! I don’t know who that is!” Loud murmuring was coming from those in attendance, gossiping amongst themselves already. The priest stood pale—as white as his gown—unable to understand a man in full armor bursting into his chapel like this. The Knight’s brain refused to comprehend, still trying to work through impossibilities. A mighty roar from behind him shook him from his thoughts, spinning around and throwing both hands together to create a magical shield… just in time for the torrent of dragonbreath fire to flash around it.