Black Dragon Knight, Vortimer
Heads up, I just threw this together. I couldn't help but notice how similar Duke and Nebula Lord Dragon look, and according to both lore and game, there's no relation, so I made a relation. I haven't really proofread this, and I haven't put too much effort into it, but I'd love to know what you all think.
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-dogblu/jon pultz
Vortimer sat alone in the armory of the Ancient Castle. The halls were dimly lit by faded over hanging lights, and small torches sat upon each of the four bricked walls surrounding him. There was a slight dampness in the air; a muskiness that the old room would never fail to hold.
He inhaled deeply, taking in the damp air that surrounded him, and looked over his armor; that of the Abyssal Black Dragon. A powerful relic that he was granted during the war against Void; Cray's greatest enemy. The armor allowed him to harness and channel the fabled dragon's powers, and become the dragon himself.
However, those days were long passed, and his powers as the Abyss Dragon were no longer needed. The fighting force, known as the Gold Paladins had disbanded, each member returning to the various forces they once originated from when the war was over. Thusly, Vortimer returned to his people, the Shadow Paladins, Under the new leadership of Muramasa, otherwise known as the legendary hero, Blaster Dark.
Muramasa decreed that the Shadow Paladins would reorganize into a new force, a special elite unit known as the "Revengers", in order to help defend both the United Sanctuary, and Cray. Vortimer had sworn his allegiance to the Revengers and Muramasa, and soon would have to report to his station as a commander of the Calvary Division.
Gaining this new position, and seeing that it would require him to become a new individual in order to lead his men, he decided that the Armor of the Abyssal Dragon should be used again only in a time of absolute need, and thus, was preparing it for storage.
He glimpsed over the suit one last time, its radiance still as brilliant as the first day it was given to him. It's dark turquoise composition, with its gold trimmings shone bright, even in the dim light of the Armory. The helm, marked by its unique head crest, was polished to perfection. Not a spot was found in the armor.
Vortimer was proud of the work he had done as the Black Dragon Knight, and there was a heavy sadness that grew in his heart as he locked the armor away.
As he began to walk out of the armory, he noticed an eerie silence fall across the room. His spine began to tingle, and instinctively, drew his sword. He stood there, motionless, listening to the empty darkness. Suddenly, the shadows merged, forming a tall figure. Vortimer's muscles tightened, his body falling naturally into a combat stance. The figure emerged from the shadows, donned in a white armor, with large pouldrons that protruded from the center mass, and came to a point. His helm covered his eyes, but left his mouth undisturbed. His skin was pale; to the point it almost looked to be the same color of his armor.
Bright red lines highlighted the armor all over, and a large black ring was mounted on his back, which had a red aura surrounding it.
The intruder made no immediate motions, but just stood there in silence for a moment.
"Who are you?" Vortimer asked, a stern tone filled his voice.
"We… are what you thought dead and gone…" The intruder responded, with an echo that filled the room. "Our resurgence shall begin again!" And with that, the figure moved with impeccable speed to where Vortimer had placed the armor.
Without thinking, Vortimer immediately lunged at the intruder, but his sword made contact with nothing but the empty armor stand before him.
Turning around, he saw the figure move for the exit, and Vortimer gave chase.
He followed the intruder through the halls of the castle, up until they collided just outside the main gate. The moon light illuminated the bridge, and the armor pieces carried by the intruder were sent across the bridge connecting the castle to the mainland. The intruder, now on his feet again, drew what appeared to be two large swords, each with similar coloring to his armor and black rings.
Not saying a word, Vortimer immediately took the defensive as the intruder launched a volley of blows, which Vortimer could only barely parry and deflect. His opponent was lightning fast, and highly skilled with the strange weapons he was wielding, but Vortimer was no amateur, and upon parrying a particularly off blow, he delivered a powerful kick to the intruder's chest, putting distance between himself and his opponent.
As he recovered though, Vortimer turned to his horror as three more of the intruder formed from nothingness, each gathering a piece of the armor.
"We shall not be hindered…" the intruders said in unison as they merged together into one.
Vortimer again went on the offensive, but it was too late. The intruder began to lift off the ground, clearing any effective attack space between him and Vortimer. Once in the air, the intruder began to absorb the armor, until a dark orb surrounded him, followed by black rings.
He watched as the orb grew larger, and the black rings expanded rapidly, almost similar to that of an explosion. Vortimer shielded himself, only to recover and see what now stood before him.
A massive black dragon, lined with white and black armor, and a plethora of black rings surrounding various parts of the dragon's body. It's massive wings spread out as the dragon began to ascend.
Before Vortimer could do anything, the dragon took off with blinding speeds towards the stars.
He sat in silence, contemplating what had just happened, and all that he had witnessed. As it sank in, he knew this would only be the beginning of events like this, and immediately began preparations to head to the main fortress of the Paladins, Mundus Vult Decipi, to warn them of the impending dangers.
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