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[knightofthelichyard]

🗡 ((If Black Knight can manage to shove him in an iron maiden that'd be a SIGHT))

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Why there was an such a picturesque torture device deep within the crypts did not really cross the undead knight’s mind. No, he was far too busy inspecting the interior, leaning over to pick at the deeper spikes. Lost in thought and intrigue, he did not notice he had a living guest. Before anything more could happen he had been brusquely pushed into the maiden, her full embrace folding into him with a creaking wail of hinges.

This particular iron maiden was thoughtfully made to accommodate people of his size and larger, and his shriveled framed bought him more room. Specter Knight could have stood within the metal enclosure quite comfortably were it not for the large spikes. Large spikes, which, had punctured a thigh, an abdomen, and forced his chest plate into a particularly unnatural cant. One of the spikes in particular had jammed itself into one of the slits in his helmet and while it might take out an eye at worst, he felt like he wasn’t going to get his helmet back. It also held his head at an angle that was contending with that of his shoulders and overall he was pinned in an incredibly unflattering and graceless position.

The undead knight gave a low hiss of disgust at his prison. Time and rust had taken a toll on its teeth (which there should have been more of! How poor!). He had a few ideas on how to break out from the maiden’s grasp, teleportation being a high contender, but he felt no haste in doing so. Instead Specter Knight remained, carefully reviewing the damage to his body. A cough-like laugh left him when he wondered how long he could stay in there before the Enchantress grew concerned.

[knightofthelichyard]

🗡 - Drops a house out of a tornado

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The rush of wind and growing shadow was lost among the Yard’s natural storm and dimness. The house landed foundation first upon the knight, crumpling the plates of his armor like tin. The amount of skeletal fractures were too many to count and were his blood pumping, there would be a great concern about internal bleeding and ruptured organs. His scythe lay impressed into the dark, damp earth along with him, though alarmingly unscratched. Specter Knight’s visor had rather soundly collided and pressed into his face, and of all the things that bothered him out of the occurrence, that would irk him the most. 

Except he was under a house. Even if he could move his broken body there was no way he could lift the building. Was he dead? He may have well been.

[knightofthelichyard]

"Your mother was a hamster and your father smells of elderberries!"

“They are dead. Have been for over three centuries. Did you have a near death experience to meet them? Would you like to?”

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👫 (thespincontroller)

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Specter Knight is glad to not be the only member of the Order (aside from the Enchantress herself) who can fly. It’s so rare to find someone to do aerial sparring with. It was not something he did in life and he is eager for it.

If Specter could stop being a bitter and jaded jerk he might actually enjoy Propeller’s company and life choices. Despite appearances he does love to party. He might not enjoy looking after a very drunk Propeller Knight but maybe that in itself could be fun.

On the other hand, he is perfectly fine with being a jerk. Being a jerk is not going to really make him friends or help him with his problems. But he doesn’t want anyone to know about his problems. Perhaps especially Propeller Knight. Not being grounded in the Valley (no pun intended) he isn’t sure she will be the most understanding of them.

If he knew she wanted to kiss his gross, dead face he would probably laugh. And probably be a bit of a jerk about it. Lowkey.

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Specter Knight likes to tease Mole Knight because of his temper. He likes getting a reaction and Mole never fails to deliver.

Maybe they can become something similar to friends, some day. In the future. Maybe within this century.

That said, they better get used to each other because lifespans. Specter Knight is actually waiting for each Order member to fall. Not out of malice but grim duty and respect. This is no different with Mole, although he might learn very soon that his death is a lot heavier than the others’.

They will probably never stop calling each other stupid things. Especially since they can both get away with it. They would probably tussle more if Specter wasn’t a twig. They will just have to throw words at each other and occasionally spook the other.

[knightofthelichyard]

A pelican lands before the knight and squawks.

“Are you here for the troupple?” The apparition asked, surprised by the birds boldness (or foolishness). Not that any of it showed in his demeanor. “You will find it within the soul lake.”

Turning his back, he drifted away from the bird. While its presence in the Yard was a mystery it was not something to be concerned with. Not like the ravens. He did not expect the creature to last long anyway.

[knightofthelichyard]

Peepo

Sitting atop an ivy choked stony arch, Specter Knight gazed into the distance. Or at least, that is what one could assume he was doing beneath his helm. Peepo... some beast he had not heard of? He waited unmoving for the other to elaborate or leave. It did not matter much to him.

[knightofthelichyard]

Do penguins have knees?

The lich had been kneeling thoughtfully before a skull and scattered bones, one hand almost tenderly tracing the contours of its cranium.

Another question.

“Look to their bones... You will find the answers, all the answers...” There was no ire, the undead knight sounded distant, his thoughts elsewhere. He did not even turn to the mysterious inquirer.