The Stygian Knight

The Hall of Elders

Normally, 20 or so freed slaves and enslaved guards don't come walking into a small farming village. So when it does happen, people want answers, and speedily at that. That's where a traveling merchant, by the name of Clyde, comes in. 

The Elders, or leaders, of the village had called upon anyone with knowledge of this strange incident to step forth and explain. When said traveling merchant, by the name of Clyde, stands up, he is brought to the Hall of Elders; where these council members -and rare occasions citizens/ordinary people- come to meet and discuss... problems. But it's mainly used for a court.

The hall was a large, octagonal building, consisting of Slate Grey Bricks and smooth Rich Mahogany pillars. In the front was two glass-less, sliding double doors, that let to a waiting area/hallway. Past another set of two glass-less sliding double doors, was the main room. Inside there was a stand, right in front of the doors, where the "defendant" usually comes. On the right and left of that was the Jury box. Usually during public announcements however, it was used as general seating. 

Towering above both of these however, were five large spires, spaced equally apart. Atop of said spires, were the chairs of the council members. Which is where they loomed above Clyde as he told his campfire tale...

"-I watched from a snow-hill as that dark blue knight incapacitated every one of the guards at... incomprehensible speed. He was like the wind, nothing stopping him, for he just moved around. At least before bringing them to the ground. He then cut the chains of the slaves. But, even as much as he stuck out in snow, the night swallowed him, and I didn't see much after that. I left hastily towards here, but not after pointing them in this direction." He said the last part almost guiltily, probably fearing the inevitable punishment. 

The councilmen an women talks among themselves in eerie incoherence. They stopped and looked down at Clyde. A female council member on the middle right spoke. 

"You have done the right thing, leading them to harbor here, but why did you not stay and help? Share food with them, perhaps even carry some sick or wounded on your cart?" 

"Because I am a tradesmen. I can't give my ways of income for free. And if I stayed, they would've torn my cart apart from hunger." He thanked them as they understood and let him go, before leaving. The Elders then announced that the will be staying here, as permanent residents until they, decided otherwise. Any objections or acts of hate, will be brought up on some of the highest charges in the village. The audience listened intently. Well, all but one. 

The Stygian Knight shows himself once more huh? What more will become of this... phantom? Oh I can't wait...