Fantasy The True Strength of The Warrior

[Xillia]

(It's fine You can do what you want )


She rolled over to face him, "C'mon~" She moaned, "It's still so early in the morning, even though the sun had long since peaked from its horizon on the edge of the earth. Her wings folded up a little bit, she was wearing underclothing for her upper body as it just extended past her hips. The fur bed-sheets were leaning more towards Artorias' side as she kissed him softly. "Good morning dear..." She wore a ring on her ring finger, a special ring of silver with ancient writing on it that had baffled her but made her love the man before her all the same.

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

Isaac had just returned from a successful battle reclaiming a small piece of land that was under occupation and went into town to inform the king of the battle.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias smiled, pulling her close, kissing her on the lips, looking into her beautiful blue eyes. "I love you darling," he said, the gold ring with strange writing on it, both confusing him and amusing him, remembering when she gave it to him, unsure where she got it but enjoying it all the same.

 

[Xillia]

She kissed back, savouring the comfort of the bed for as long as she could, the warmth of his body near hers, the simple pleasures she got when he stared at her, and then, there was the knot in her stomach, a feeling she had had for a week now. She knew what it meant, they had engaged each other and he had put a part of himself with her, and in several months, a new being would form. One of their own.


 
(Guess I can do the king as well)


King Trest sat upon his throne, old in age and powerful in appearance. His hair was greying and his sword was symbolic as it rested across his lap, his fur robes draping down to the floor in magnificent colour. Several of his most trusted body guards stood around the lively throne which housed many civilians giving casual and calm talk. It was bustling, alive with people and smells as the court chef prepared some sort of meat in the kitchen, carrying throughout the castle.

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

"My lord" Isaac said entering the room and bowing "Are attempt to reclaim the land was successful and it is no longer under enemy occupation." he said looking up at the throne.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Sekeolath: He rolled his eyes, marching onwards still, heading towards the heart of Trest's land, more and more of the undead appearing in the group as he walked, ready to make the first strike in a war that'd end in victory without doubt, stopping at a fairly large town, unleashing the dead upon the population, seeming to disappear to watch.


Night: He flew over the town, watching the undead consume those whom stayed and fought, and those whom were too slow, eager to allow those whom get away to flee, hoping to strike fear upon those who would dare defy them.

 

[Xillia]

"Wonderful!" The king exclaimed as the commoners and nobles were suddenly aware of the White Strider's presence, bowing on their knees in respect. He rose to his feet, his greatsword, with the tip on the ground, was the support for his left hand as he looked at one of his most successful soldiers. "You have shown much promise, thank you lad. Now go to your quarters and get some rest, some of the servants will have a meal and a steaming bath prepared for you." Her waved Issac from the court.

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

"Thank you my lord" Isaac said standing he then exiting and went to the quarters as the king instructed and took a bath then sat in his quarters eating the meal they had made for him.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias smiled, softly kissing the tip of her nose, putting an arm around her, quite content. "I love you more~" He said teasingly, smiling.

 

[Xillia]

"Maybe~" She leaned her head against his, her armor was in a chest they had built and sat on her side of the bed, her sword resting alongside it.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias smiled, tickling her, "That didn't sound so sure~"

 

[Xillia]

She looked at him, her face halfway in her pillow as she let her mind start up, Myran had let her live a mortal life with the perks of being immortal, she wasn't going to waste the next years of her life.


The servants did indeed serve Issac, making sure he was well fed and groomed, as a man came into the tent, clearly at a loss for breath and a look of shock upon his face. "My, sir!" He caught his breath as he began, "There are two men that are making there way toward the castle, they murdered several of our men without so much as even a scratch, they're not human!" He took in another breath, "Please! You must come help and protect our King!"

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Night chuckled, following the horde of zombies from the air, smiling. "I never thought it would be this easy, my spear might not even be needed, he might just take them down with his bare hands.

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

Isaac got his armor and weapons and bolted into the throne room without giving a response to the man and went to the king's side asking "Do we know where they are at my lord?"

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

( If I don't respond, I'm out of range of my Wi-Fi )

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

( It's okay.)

 

[Xillia]

Christina sighed as she sat up slowly, taking in the smell of morning as she opened the window, the crisp air coming and ruffling her wings as she reached her arms over her head in a stretch, looking at the stream that rolled along right beside the house.


Trest's hands were folded over the pommel of his blade as he found himself lost in discord. He was clearly worried as his eyes shifted to Issac, "My boy... there is an evil climbing up these steps to come and destroy my kingdom... it brings with it an army of the undead... Please, you must defend me."

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

"With my life." Isaac said readying himself pulling out his bow to defend without getting to close to the enemy.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Night chuckled, landing on top of a gated wall, sweeping the guards off with his spear, opening the gate and watching the flood of the undead sweep through the city, listening to the screams of pain and fear going through the city like a wildfire. "Too easy..." He took back to the air, flying towards the center, intent upon throwing this king down with his own hands.

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

Isaac saw the darkness spreading he heard many screams followed by silence but no matter how much he wanted to he couldn't leave his kings side so he notched an arrow waiting for the first enemy to appear.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Night landed outside the castle, furling his deep black wings, striding in as if he owned the place, greatshield up. "I'm here to tear your kingdom asunder. Bow down or get impaled!"

 

[Xillia]

"I bow to no man... No god... no mere soldier." The king stood to his feet as he rested his blade, he was old and rugged as he locked his knees, he was undoubtedly able to wield his greatsword anymore, this man had undoubtedly reached his time. His only hope was Issac, the young man beside him.

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

Isaac released the arrow and drew his daggers and charged immediately afterward he'd gotten much faster after the six months passed by so he had closed the distance a fair amount and was ready to either defend or attack with both daggers.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Night chuckled, bouncing the arrow off, twirling his spear, "Good, you chose impalement." He lunged forqpward, unfurling his wings behind him, using it to boost his speed, slamming the back of his spear into Isaac's face, twirling it around and slamming it longways into his stomach, bringing it down and sweeping at his legs. "Too bad, you really didn't have much of a chance, an old man and two daggers versus a spear and greatshield.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Night chuckled, bouncing the arrow off, twirling his spear, "Good, you chose impalement." He lunged forqpward, unfurling his wings behind him, using it to boost his speed, slamming the back of his spear into Isaac's face, twirling it around and slamming it longways into his stomach, bringing it down and sweeping at his legs. "Too bad, you really didn't have much of a chance, an old man and two daggers versus a spear and greatshield.


 
Night chuckled, bouncing the arrow off, twirling his spear, "Good, you chose impalement." He lunged forqpward, unfurling his wings behind him, using it to boost his speed, slamming the back of his spear into Isaac's face, twirling it around and slamming it longways into his stomach, bringing it down and sweeping at his legs. "Too bad, you really didn't have much of a chance, an old man and two daggers versus a spear and greatshield.


 
( Sorry, tablet lagged *rubs the back of his head )