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February 3, 2014

The Black Knight – The Tale Of A Man

by darkjade68



by DarkJade


The four Elven Archers, and 5 female Clerics, waited patiently for the man that was to escort them through the rough and dangerous Yhor Pass…

“I do not understand why we need some rogue knight to lead us into the mountains… Our clerics are strong enough, not to mention the Elven Archers that have requested his services as well,” speaks a brown haired, blue eyed cleric, named Merissa.

“Patience Merissa,” responds the leader of the Clerics, Ashonan.

Ashonan is smaller boned, with sandy blond hair, and brown eyes.

“We are healers, and protectors of the innocent, but we know nothing about these mountains, nor the Yhor Pass… And he does, ” she concludes.

Suddenly a very rough looking man, unshaven, black shoulder lengthed haired, in all black leather and chain armor enters the Inn.

He’s obviously been drinking, but approaches the bar none the less.

“A pint…” he says as he pushes his bangs out from his eyes.

“Could that be him?” questions Terra, also a brown haired Cleric, but with brown eyes.

It is at this moment that the man takes note of the female Clerics all peering at him.

Meanwhile, the Elves have headed outside, and ready their mounts.

“A drink ladies?” he asks as he holds up his pint, drinks the whole thing, then falls face first to the floor.


Fifteen minutes later the man, known only as The Black Knight, opens his eyes to a kneeling Elf.

“Greetings Black Night… We have readied our steeds, and await your readiness,” speaks the earnest Elf.

The Black Knight brings himself to his feet, whilst leaning against first the nearby stool, and then the bar counter.

“Yes… Well,” he says as he reaches for his black leather pouch, in order to pay for the pint that he doesn’t remember drinking, but woke with the mug latched in his hand.

The elf puts his hand on the knights in order to stop him, “We have already paid for your drink good Knight.”

The Knight looks at the Elf, but not so much at him… But almost threw him… As if.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” and so he is, nearly hitting the Elf.

Meanwhile outside the Clerics have also prepared their steeds, have mounted, and await the Knight.

Accompanying the other Three Archers, who await the word from their comrade.

Suddenly the fourth Elf appears from the Inn, “He is coming straight away!” he says enthusiastically as he mounts his horse, which one of the other Archers has held the reigns of.

Marissa looks perplexed by the Elf’s jubilation.

Just then The Black Knight appears, staggering towards a great white stallion which is untied, and standing in the middle of the road.

“This is what we’re paying for? A drunken fool?” speaks Marrissa most irritatedly.

“A book by its cover Marrissa… A book by its cover,” speaks Ashona, as she watches the horse bow forward, making it easier for the Knight to get on his back.

“To Yhor Pass then…” speaks the Knight, before tearing out of the town.

The Elves quickly follow, who are then followed by the Clerics.


PICTURE CREDIT – The Black Knight

January 20, 2014

Menace – Assassin

by darkjade68


by DarkJade

Part I

Part II



Jon-Bar, and the young girl known only as ‘Menace’, make their way towards the Vilo Oasis, and at last water and shade.

As the hot Neer-En sun beats down upon them, Jon-Bar is sweating profusely…

But as he looks over at the girl, he notes that she is not sweating at all

Nor does she appear to be tired

What is this girl he thinks to himself

Suddenly, six riders can be seen up ahead, heading towards them

Jon-Bar begins waving his arms about, in order to get their attention, though they head directly towards them

“HERE! HELP US!” he bellows

“Marauders…” suddenly speaks the girl, which causes Jon-Bar to stop waving his arms

“Not possible… Not this close to the King’s road,” speaks Jon-Bar

But they are indeed marauders




Jon-Bar is hanging by his feet from a palm tree some 80 feet from the marauder’s campfire

“I should never have spoke of their horses beauty…” speaks Jon-Bar in distress

Meanwhile, below him, hands still chained, sitting leaned up against the same tree, is the girl

“I found it quite clever,” she speaks

“Twas a feeble attempt of boot kissing… I am a bumbling fool… What was I thinking by defending you to the rest of the King’s Guard anyway, especially after what you’ve done… I could have been home by a fire, with my boots outside my door by now…” spoke Jon-Bar in self pity

The girl begins to tear up again

Jon-Bar takes notice, “Oh, no, I’m sorry Menace…” he speaks whilst still swinging from his feet

“I must have been a monster…”  she states, emotions filling her voice

Suddenly she stands, “I will have them kill me straight away,” she says as she starts to make her way towards the marauder campfire

“NO! STOP!” says Jon-Bar in a loud enough whisper that she might here him, but they would not

With this she stops, and turns back towards him hanging there,”Menace? That’s my name?” she asks

“Well, no, I mean, maybe…” he replies

She then continues towards the campfire.

“NO, GIRL, STOP!” he tries once more, but it’s too late

“Ha! What have we here,” speaks one of the very drunk marauders as she enters the fire light

A blank look in her dark green eyes

“Come for an early death?” speaks another, stepping up behind her, grabbing her, and  holding up a very large, curved, sharp knife to her throat

“NO!” speaks the leader suddenly.

“Swanterras will kill us if he finds out we’ve slayed such a prize as this one… She will fetch us a great bounty for her beauty, and rare dark green eyes,” he speaks

Her eyes look almost black at this point

“Very well,” speaks the marauder with the knife, and so he releases her

“I am bad… You must kill me before…” she speaks, but is interrupted

“MENACE!” Jon-Bar can be heard yelling

“Menace?” speaks the leader


Menace is at the tree trying to cut down Jon-Bar, as in the distance the marauders can be seen riding off

“So they ride off when they hear my name…” she speaks with great sadness

WHAM! makes the sound of Jon-Bar as he falls onto the ground

The girl then takes his hands into hers, “You must tell me what it is that I’ve done Jon-Bar…” she emplores

Jon-Bar starts to shake his head, “Girl, I just can’t–” he starts to say when…

FOONK! an arrow strikes his chest

“JON-BAR! NO!” she yells, but it’s too late…

Jon-Bar is dead

From the shadows an assassin in all white, with a white hood suddenly appears, holding a bow in his hands, which he places on his back

“Time to leave…” he speaks in a hushed voice

She stands, “You’re going to have to kill me.”

With this he takes out a blow dart, and shoots her as he approaches

“UMPH!” is the only sound she makes as she begins to fall unconscious, but not before he can catch her, and throw her over his shoulder



PICTURE CREDIT – White Assassin

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January 17, 2014

Menace – She’s Gone

by darkjade68


by DarkJade

Part I

Part II – She’s Gone



“It’s not right is all I’m saying… I mean, what are they going to do with her now, cast her out to some remote desert where she can die a slow death ala sunburn…” speaks Aron, the young lawyer in training, son to Lord Broh, King’s High Lawyer, as he paces back and forth in front of his father’s window.

“What is it Aron… Is it because because she’s pretty? Because if it’s that, I’ll tell you right now, you can do better than a mas murder… Which is what she is,” speaks Aron’s father who does his work sitting behind a large rock desk, never raising his head from his scroll work.

“But how can we know that she was capable of such a thing… Have we proof of any sort?” replies Aron who comes to a halt from his pacing, and faces his father.

With this his father raises his eyes from his work to meet his sons.

“There is a man… A warrior from the north… A survivor… The only survivor of his people… He saw what she did…… He’s seen what she is… He was there… Why can’t you–” he speaks, but Aron interrupts him.

“But father!”

“Enough!” with this his father stands and pounds his fists against the desk.

“I will hear no more of this babble… Get to your studies boy, before I really show you trouble.”


Six Royal Dormte’ Guards, four on horseback, two in the drivers seat of a horse pulled wagon, escort the mysterious young girl ‘Menace’ into the desert Neer-En.

She sits in the back of the open wagon bed, her hands still chained.

Her eyes are close, but she is awake.

“This is good enough…” one of the guards suddenly says, as the wagon is then brought to a halt.

“But ther’s no water for ten miles from here… This is not where are orders say to leave her?” speaks the Royal Guard Jon-Bor.

With this, Jon-Bor takes a scroll from his belt, and opens it.

Inside are the King’s orders, as well as a map showing the location of an oasis in the Neer-En Desert.

“See here, there’s an oasis some 10 miles further…” he continues.

“LEAVE IT!” spats the now anger guard who had brought them to a halt.

“We’re going home… We’ve spent enough of our valuable time on this wench!” he continues, his blood boiling as he stares down Jon-Bor.

With this, he nods at the wagon riding guards, and the two of them move into the bed of the wagon, and with their boots push her out of the back, and down into the hot sound below.

“Umff…” the only sound she makes.

“Aren’t we going to at least unchain her?” Jon-Bor asks.


Jon- Bor has been left behind with the girl.

“HAHA!” the laughter of the other guards stilling ringing in his head.

“Great, 10 miles from anywhere, and I’m left with a chained up mass murdere… Wayt to go Jon-Bor…” he speaks to himself.

“Jon-Bor?” the girl suddenly speaks as she opens her deep green eyes, and sits up.

“Uh… Yeah… Listen, good luck to you, I really need to go…” he says as he begins to continue on by foot towards the direction of the oasis, holding up the map as he goes.

“Where will you go?” she asks.

“Anywhere but near you,” he says under his breath as he comes to a halt, and faces her.

“I…” he starts to say, but then notes two tears making there way down her cheeks.

“Was I that terrible…” she states more than asks.

Jon-Bar is speechless.


They’re traveling side by side.