Hermitcraft Nonsense

Chivalry

Sorry if this updates twice, I forgot to add the music I was listening to while writing this and I found a few spelling mistakes I wanted to fix.

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"We have received word that the Flase Order mages have been infiltrating the manor for several weeks now, and tonight they are going to attempt to take my life," the lord said grimly.

He gazed upon the group of loyal vassals he had summoned- only the ones who had proven their loyalty time and time again, whose families had served for generations.

The knights muttered among themselves. They had been summoned for assassination attempts before and defended their lord successfully. But the Flase Order was a dangerous enemy- magic was rare, only bred and kept within their circles and incredibly difficult to study and defend against. All texts mentioning magic were distributed by the council leaders of the various sects and most held the same, basic information with nothing new.

Their lord sighed and closed his eyes. "I will admit, I do not know if I shall live another day. But I ask you, my good and faithful friends, to please stand by me this last time and to serve my children as faithfully as you have served me."

Almost immediately several of the knights raised the gloved hand to their chests.

"It will be our honor," the first knight spoke- silver armor, dulled but still pleasant to look at to not attract attention like the shining silver most other knights chose. Smooth glimmering gold accented the silver, presenting a more calm and graceful attitude than the flashing arrogance of most young knights that ruined their honorable reputation. A bright red tassel with the occasional silver strand sprouted from the back of his helmet, signaling his home alliance with the color of justice and the enchanted hairs of a unicorn.

"As always, the Knight of Wels speaks out of line," the lord chuckled, smiling humorously at one his oldest friends. The knight let up his stoic attitude for a moment, smiling as he pumped his fist against his chest once and then lowering it as the other gathered knights repeated the nonverbal pledge.

The lord led them out of their courtroom and into the parlor and idly around the rest of his small castle. One by one the knights would stay back, assuming a position to watch for the coming enemy. It was close to midnight, and now only the knight in dulled armor stood by the lord.

"M'lord, maybe you should head back inside. It is more open here in the courtyard and we do not know where the enemy is coming from," the knight advised. The lord smiled softly and nodded, eyes half-lidded in calm.

"I suppose. Join me?" He asked, waving his friend with. The knight hesitated but followed.

"I shall watch the door."

The lord dipped his head in acceptance and stopped just inside the doorway. The knight took stance to the side of the door, braced and ready to pull it close once his lord left him.

"Call if you need anything, M'lord," he reminded. The lord nodded.

"I trust you, Wels-"

The call of several words no one recognized broke the tense silence of the night, but even the unenlightened could feel the power behind the words vertebrate through the air. Bright streaks of color lit the sky like the fabled fireworks of a faraway land, all aimed toward the entrance to the fortress and where the lord stood in the doorway. There were several cries of infuriation and the twang of bowstrings fired arrows unseen into the night.

The lord started to say something but the knight pushed him back through the doorway, closing the door to try and keep his old friend safe for a while longer on this notorious night.