Knights of Relana

Knight In Black Satin (UF Character Intro)

Knights were known for many things in the eccentric kingdom of Relana; murder, honor, respect, you name it. You'd find just about any kind of Knight if you tried, the city no stranger to its residents and their professions. On the streets, you'd find ones that carried enormous great swords, or small ones that wielded crappy parrying daggers. Their assistance bought simply with a few measly coins, if you had the right job offer, that is. They were also known for declaring their own lives to the Kings army, solely for the benefit of the war and for the fame it brought, but heavily relied on the commonwealth for assistance in anything they did; their names either frowned or respected upon when spoken about in public. 

Whispers of their actions soon swirled among the common folk and it finally gave them a reason to fight for their kingdom, yet it also gave them hope for their ideal futures. But, the true meaning of being a Knight was slowly slipping through the cracks of the people's minds, their general ideas of them completely forgotten in the blink of an eye due to the war. What exactly was the true purpose of a Knight now since the war began, you say? In time, we'll all find out its meaning and bask in its momentary glory.

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On a rainy morning in mid-October, the King announced to the citizens of Relana, that anyone in the kingdom, male or female, could sign up and become a member of the royal courts army; regardless of experience in battle or not. This was completely new to everyone who lived here, seeing they thought that the King had finally gone mad from old age, but it just wasn't the exact reason why. He would never let any commoner join that didn't have proper schooling or experience in battle, into his royal court army so effortlessly. 

The citizens were astounded to hear this news; their lifelong aspirations were now in arms reach. What they didn't know though, is the truth as to why he choose to do this, the youthful rookies completely unaware of our Kings erratic, yet sane behavior.

Before you knew it, a countless amount of inexperienced soon-to-be soldiers were lined up outside of the Kings manor that dreary morning. The future Knights of Relana were now at the Kings own dispense and they were ready to gain the respect and fame they wanted from their leader, even if it meant risking their own lives on the battlefield. The King was steadily growing impatient with the amount of soldiers he had now, the amount slowly decreasing every week for inspection. He yearned for a more powerful army that could topple every other one out there in their tracks. What a better time then to start increasing my army, he thought. He sensed a great presence coming in the near future and wanted to keep his kingdom safe, yet at the same time, find a suitable person to fill his spot on the throne. 

There was a plethora of Knights that seemed to fit the bill, but what he wanted most in this Knight, was the skill of an unbeatable god. He hesitated at his thought and finally ordered the guards to raise the gate to let in his fated army; the sounds of hundreds of boots thumped against the rain splattered cobblestones reminding him of pulsating war drums. The battle and race has begun.

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Among these Knights, was a young man who wanted to revolutionize this kingdom and its people; his perception of being a Knight, far more superior to any other Knights perception.. or so he thought. What he wanted most from being a Knight though, was something that was obtainable by his own efforts and not by the efforts of others; his eyes filled with incredulous intent as he thought about his desired ambitions. He never once bothered anyone during the scouting and mostly kept to himself among his rivals, his posture nonchalant against the high wall. 

He watched as the novice soldiers practiced sparring with one another in the Kings courtyard, their wooden batons whacking against each other quickly underneath the cloudy sky. Their movements were uneven and careless, the two occasionally slipping on the dank ground below them. He snickered at their idiocy and lack of fortitude. These were the candidates he was up against toady and he already knew he had it in the bag. It didn't stop him from despising them all as well with a burning hatred nonetheless.

'PHFFFTTT, what a bunch of fucking morons. We're Knights for crying out loud, we rely on ourselves, not the damn commoners. We wear this armor with pride, but act like we have none at all, it's just a fucking disgrace I tell you. I'll show you all the true meaning of a Knight.. the King will never bother with any of you bastards again..' 

He broke his thoughts away and stared intently at the candidates before him again, a chuckle ensuing. He crossed his arms intently and stared down at the floor; the worn stone damp under his boots. He didn't seem to mind the oncoming attention, in fact, he thought it was a good opportunity to show these punks how it's done. He planned his battle, but was still lost in his thoughts a bit.

He wasn't like the other Knights at all when it came to his defense. He didn't wear heavy metal armor, but instead, a set of dark grey and crimson clothing made from an odd material of some sort. A long flowing black cloak trailed behind him, the ends burning like a steady red flame. The collar had His face was half covered by a mask, only the view of rouge eyes could be seen; they glowed faintly from underneath his hood. He radiated a strong magic presence that gave you chills when you saw him. The essence similar to the beings that lingered in the netherworld.. He had demon mercenary written ALLLL over him.