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The Battle of a Knight and Legion - Soffen Windfury --------------------------------- Hear ye! Hear ye! Come read a tale of a Knight's battle! It was a midsummer's eve When I was traveling with Aelin, General of Valour. He was explaining to me some of the traditions of the Knights, When he learned that Occuilus was roaming the lands. As one who walks in the light, he had to vanquish this evil! The honorable Knight flew to Legion's head quarters with the velocity of an avian. There he infiltrated the Legion's cabal and took their ancient artifact of power. It was then that the Illithid's deep dark thoughts turned to the very soul of the Knight. What issued next was the latest battle of this horrible war. It seemed that the very fabric of Thera was being torn apart at the seams with the clashes of these entities. As I tried my best to keep up with their flight, I witnessed Aelin try to smash Occuilus into the muddy soil. Of which I don't think the Illithid would have cared, since I hear they are mud-suckers. None the less Aelin's smash missed him by inches. Aelin was having his hands busy dodging, parrying, and enduring the raining attacks of Occuilus's illusions. After the valiant Knight destroyed those creatures of void. Occuilus just vanished. My eyes could not find him. So I continued to follow Aelin. We managed to make our way to the beautiful castle of Valour. There the general locked up Legion's artifact in Valour's vault. We knew it would only be a matter of time before Occuilus made his counter attack. It didn't take long before we felt the dark hatred of the Legion. Watching his movements, with his conjured shadows, was like watching a giant black wave of the night crash upon the rocky shore. One could smell the lightning and feel the shudder of thunder as he made his way into the castle. He managed to tear down the fortified vault and took back Legion's precious artifact. Then he sped as fast as his tentacles would take him to Legion's capital. But his journey took a sudden stop in Seringale. Aelin is not easily defeated. They fought up and down the streets, along the walls. It seemed no where in the city was safe. Until at the strong southern gate of Seringale. I heard the screech of death from Occuilus as he fell at the feet of Aelin, and so Legion lost their power that day. Later on that night I was resting up on a bench in Valour. The only sound in the night was the flickering flame of a lamp. I noticed Valour was sleeping easy that night, but as I gazed up at the stars I thought to my self... Evil never sleeps. |
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