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Dejan's hand drifted to blade's hilt as Merrycourt stepped forward. Dreaded inevitability was now but a breath away. Once again the serpent found words before the old knight. He could sense his companion's patience was at an end. A precarious prospect for all involved. The other pursuant had...

"I believe those should be my words," the one-armed knight stated with a tired smile. It was difficult to see Merrycourt in her current state even with the tailor's unnecessarily morbid explanations. He did intend to honor his com-former comrade's wishes. Instead Dejan remained firmly in the...

'She is here.' Words that Dejan once so desperately wished to here were now touched with dread. He lacked the keen senses of a basilisk but was not entirely oblivious to the changing air. To think that after all their searching that she would be the one to come to them. Dejan followed Bebin's...

You are not so far removed from such a time. His thoughts would not be spoken on this occasion. The young pursuant had proved herself time and time again, yet part of Dejan still saw her as a child newly borne to the Monastery's gates. Few others could claim the talent to find themselves in such...

"I can think of worse company to keep," he said, snapping back with uncharacteristic vitriol. Fresh horrors frayed on an already beleaguered mind. His grip tightened as he attempted to gain focus. Dejan was thankfully not alone in this particular endeavor as hissed demands followed. Finally...

Grip tightened at the tailor's words. Merrycourt was dead, at least as far as the living were concerned. Dejan desperately sought lies in the man's eyes but found none. Hope extinguished, replaced by something far more sinister. His grip tightened on the man's throat. It was not a thing of...

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...