Axex
Lord of House Hawklight
Present Day:
Axex shoved his sword deep into the spider's torso, rending it's insides, spraying dark blood over his armour. He swore, the monsters were gaining power, it was becoming harder and harder to kill them, more draining, more costly...
He ripped his sword free, kicking the carcass aside, and looked towards his Brothers fighting on the other parts of the wall. Nearby Tiberious was holding a breach in the fortress wall, his armour stained a dark red, corpses of zombies and spiders piled up around him, the dust of skeleton archers hanging in the air like a tainted mist. He glanced over briefly and smiled grimly at Axex before plunging his sword deep into a zombies neck, drawing it out and slicing apart another zombie in a swift, practiced motion, his skill as a swordsman evident.
Arthur and Marcus fought back to back, their armour crushed and cracked in countless places, swords coated in the blood of their enemies, strained looks on their faces, yet they were pushing the tide of enemies back grimly, every inch hard fought, they were winning. It was like this each night, the Knights pitted themselves against hordes of the undead, prepared to die at any moment to protect the kingdom. At the light of dawn each day the monsters would burn and fade, leaving only wearied Knights to rest and prepare for eternal bloodshed as their oath prevented death until fulfilled.
An arrow slammed into Axex's shoulder, punching through his weakened armour and lodging in his flesh, he grimaced, and snapped back to the present, his part of the wall was holding, but only just, he roared and leapt into the fray his sword a blur, entirely a part of himself, an expert of the blade, just as each Knight Radiant with him.
Despite his impending victory on that day, he knew, four Radiants were not enough to sustain the Northern Defences, the rest of the Knights were needed, to rise again, and commit blood and sword to the defence of the Kingdom. The oath must be fulfilled, vengeance gained.
Axex pushed thoughts of the future aside and brutally cut the skeleton in two, his great sword carving a path through its age old frame, tearing it apart. He spat on its corpse and glanced upward, the sun was rising, it's golden beams illuminating the battlefield, revealing the true extent of the battle. All around him fell creatures burned, their tainted bodies disspearing into ash.
It had been a difficult battle, it seemed they came harder each time, gathering strength, and yet it didn't seem that an outbreak was likely, what was driving these creatures with their Queen imprisoned, a hunger, perhaps, relentless.
Regardless the Knights would stand, against all horror, until the end, until death.
Tiredly Axex raised his sword in salute, and around him his Brother's did the same, sunlight glinted off their blades, the battle was won, but it was truly only the beginning.
Axex shoved his sword deep into the spider's torso, rending it's insides, spraying dark blood over his armour. He swore, the monsters were gaining power, it was becoming harder and harder to kill them, more draining, more costly...
He ripped his sword free, kicking the carcass aside, and looked towards his Brothers fighting on the other parts of the wall. Nearby Tiberious was holding a breach in the fortress wall, his armour stained a dark red, corpses of zombies and spiders piled up around him, the dust of skeleton archers hanging in the air like a tainted mist. He glanced over briefly and smiled grimly at Axex before plunging his sword deep into a zombies neck, drawing it out and slicing apart another zombie in a swift, practiced motion, his skill as a swordsman evident.
Arthur and Marcus fought back to back, their armour crushed and cracked in countless places, swords coated in the blood of their enemies, strained looks on their faces, yet they were pushing the tide of enemies back grimly, every inch hard fought, they were winning. It was like this each night, the Knights pitted themselves against hordes of the undead, prepared to die at any moment to protect the kingdom. At the light of dawn each day the monsters would burn and fade, leaving only wearied Knights to rest and prepare for eternal bloodshed as their oath prevented death until fulfilled.
An arrow slammed into Axex's shoulder, punching through his weakened armour and lodging in his flesh, he grimaced, and snapped back to the present, his part of the wall was holding, but only just, he roared and leapt into the fray his sword a blur, entirely a part of himself, an expert of the blade, just as each Knight Radiant with him.
Despite his impending victory on that day, he knew, four Radiants were not enough to sustain the Northern Defences, the rest of the Knights were needed, to rise again, and commit blood and sword to the defence of the Kingdom. The oath must be fulfilled, vengeance gained.
Axex pushed thoughts of the future aside and brutally cut the skeleton in two, his great sword carving a path through its age old frame, tearing it apart. He spat on its corpse and glanced upward, the sun was rising, it's golden beams illuminating the battlefield, revealing the true extent of the battle. All around him fell creatures burned, their tainted bodies disspearing into ash.
It had been a difficult battle, it seemed they came harder each time, gathering strength, and yet it didn't seem that an outbreak was likely, what was driving these creatures with their Queen imprisoned, a hunger, perhaps, relentless.
Regardless the Knights would stand, against all horror, until the end, until death.
Tiredly Axex raised his sword in salute, and around him his Brother's did the same, sunlight glinted off their blades, the battle was won, but it was truly only the beginning.
