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Avenger II: Mastering the Dark |
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Written by MutantMaggot
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Saturday, 01 March 2008 |
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In Avenger I Coreaux suffered the curse of vampirism, and became the Black knight. But now he is cursed, what shall happen? And how can he escape fate itself? And as he attempts to master his darker nature, in the forest, creatures from Bretonnian legend emerge to take their part in the upcoming conflict …
Coreaux strode to the top tower as he heard hooves: he knew he would have to leave soon, but for now he had discovered an ample supply of prey, and wanted to practice using his newfound powers. Looking from the tower, he could just make out a figure in black armour. Arkhor. Good. Carelessly, he laughed, and leaped of the tower, lightly landing in front of the vampire as dark wings materialised and kept him aloft. The Banner Bearer was not impressed.
“Don’t be a damn fool,” he hissed, looking carefully around as he handed Coreaux his steed. “The Lady has spies everywhere … birds … beast … too many to count. Be careful. And I presume you are going to invite me inside, you ungrateful wretch.”
Coreaux was taken aback by his uncle’s attitude: obviously he believed there was no need for courtesy now Coreaux was a vampire. Ah, well, he could be ‘tamed’ once he was more powerful. All for the Lady: of course. But for now, he needed his powers.
“I must admit I’m impressed,” said Arkhor, unbuckling his armour – it was easy for a vampire to carry it, but it was uncomfortable. He never usually spoke casually: he must be genuinely surprised. “I always thought you’d never master your powers, but I was wrong. Nature magic, eh? The lands as good as new … apart from the inhabitants.”
“I have spread news about a plague. Now it’s been confirmed safe, more people come each day. It’s not all bad, being a vampire,” he finished, looking at the green grass and restored houses around him. “But I need help. Help how? To train, to master my powers, to keep them undetected from the Lady.”
“I thought it might be something like that, boy. Yes, boy. You are young. I am hundreds of years older than you. Never presume you are the master: for you are not the master. But, yes, I will help you. My master, Mallobaude the Black, wishes to see if you will be any use to him.”
“I am not a tool! I will not be manipulated, by Mallobaude, or any others.”
“Manners. Tread carefully … never insult my master for he has walked the earth many thousands of years, some say since the Breton first came. And you … you wish to be his equal. Careless child.”
“Sorry, uncle. But I wish not to be lectured … will you help me?”
“Why? I am already helping you – you must have modesty before you can have power. You are not powerful, and you never will be I—“
“Uncle, please—“
“‘Uncle’! I am no uncle of yours boy. Arkhor, son of Arborkh, is not your uncle. Did you really believe that? You have more to learn than I thought. Come, you must train yourself, and there’s no point standing here gaping and trying to insult me but failing miserably. Come, I said!”
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In the re-grown forest, a figure leaped lightly from the branches, and dashed away, eager to relate what she had heard …
He who had re-grown the forest, he could be saved. The other must die.
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