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Dejan watched with mild satisfaction as the basilisk that was Bebin struck forth. The old knight was not one to revel in the fear of others but the Cult had caused the Order much grief and sorrow. He knew that despite his best efforts, there would still be more to come. Such was the nature of...

Dejan watched as the squire-to-be-sworn hesitated for a moment. This resulted in a moment of trepidation for the old knight. He'd figured there would be no need for any further words of encouragement. The Pursuant had more or less exhausted his repertoire. Dejan did not consider himself a...

The old knight focused on his labored breaths, each seemingly more difficult than the last. Even so, he forced himself to focus on the pain. Agony soon gave way to clarity, blurred vision finally finding focus. Dejan was greeted by the sight of a sinister serpent, splayed hood and all. His gaze...

"A fine day," remarked the old knight without a hint of sarcasm. The conditions during his ceremony had been less than ideal. He'd overseen many during his years and this day's was better than most. He doubted that the soon-to-be-sworn at his side was of a similar sentiment. Confidence was not...

"Indeed I have. More than a few times at that. I could barely recognize it the last time I visited. Used to be nothing more than a small hamlet with barely two dozen calling it home," the older knight explained. Dejan couldn't say he was entirely surprised as the town was naturally positioned to...

Dejan dispatched another specter and turned as he heard Faramund's plea. He could see that the Sworn was beset but still managed to send Syr Nathaniel in the Pursuant's direction. He reached out with an earthen arm and grabbed the former knight by the collar, yanking him bodily through the...

Smoke enveloped the area and Dejan braced himself for the worst. Fortunately the acidic nature of the haze had withdrawn along with the fire, and also his visibility. The old knight raised his blades defensively as he waited for the inevitable blow. A measure of mana was restored but that hardly...

"I am not worried about Hugo Järnberg, nor should you have been Helena!" The old knight's words were low but powerful. He brought a singular hand to knit his brow. "Forgive me, captain. I've been worn a bit thin." Dejan turned away from the map and instead looked towards the blank stone of...

Charge found and enemy revealed, the grove further descended into chaos. Yet Syr Nathaniel showed signs of lucidity and that was reason for hope. Dejan's blade still remained lodged in what was now the makeshift exit. The Wyld empower blade was holding its own for the time being, possibly due to...

"True enough," conceded the old knight. Logic was something that only applied to the sane. The Sightless had surrendered reason along with their eyes. He silently thanked Lady Min for reminding him of this irrevocable truth, steeling his will in this dark place. He had little else other than his...

"That crone's seen a hundred winters at least and is likely to see another fifty more," replied the old knight with a grunt. There was something timeless about the witch despite her apparently advanced age. She had looked at Dejan like he was nothing more than a spring flower. A time when duty...

One had become three; two become six. The old knight watched with careful consideration as his opponents slowly closed the distance. Dejan had exhausted most of his mana with the previous spell and suspected Lady Min knew as much. Yet still she remained cautious in her approach. The Pursuant...

Dejan clove the charging cultist from collar to navel. They were the first of many, and yet oddly, the Pursuant was not overrun. Were he not fending for his life, the older knight may have sensed a familiar presence. A cloaked hand that guided him from the shadows. Alas, the Sightless were...

"She'll still be able to see you," assured the older knight. He couldn't help but wonder if the offhand comment was a sign of a greater anxiety. Dejan however decided it was better to not press the issue. Instead the interim captain held a momentary pensive look before turning his attention back...

"I know not yet what the form of the distraction shall be, but you will not be unaware." The old knight had a few ideas in mind but would need to see the area for himself before making any final decision. He still wasn't entirely comfortable with this approach but their options were limited. The...