A short story featuring Sir Marcus, winter knight.
Sir Marcus is a towering man, proud, stern and righteous. Age has not diminished his strength nor his fierce visage and he remains as unbending and determined as he was 30 years ago. Once the head of a militant order of knights dedicated to the Church of Eldir, Sir Marcus became disillusioned about what he perceived to be the church's softening stance towards non-believers. His fiery rhetoric saw him clash with the church's ruling clergy until he became alienated from those he swore to protect. Eventually his post became untenable so Marcus gathered his most loyal knights and lead them north from their base in Grimstrand.
Through high mountain passes and snowy peaks his knights soldiered on, driven by their desire to set up a new church order where Eldir's true doctrine would be strictly adhered to. Four weeks into their journey they were set upon by a viscous tribe of mountain trolls who were far more accustomed to a battlefield covered in 3 feet of snow. Marcus' knights fought valiantly performing a fighting withdrawal to the defendable position of a small cavern where they had time to regroup whilst their attackers feasted on their dead brothers.
Trapped, decimated in numbers and far from home, Marcus petitioned Eldir to save his men and lead them to salvation. He cried out with a fierce roar, challenging his god to deliver the last of his true believers so that they could further his cause in the realm of mortal men. In his time of great need, when all hope seemed lost, Eldir answered Marcus' call. He appeared to him and spoke at length, primarily about the growing threat of the chosen 5 and their ascension to demigod status. Eldir had found a way to have Marcus summoned by the demigods, instead of another they called, allowing him to learn more about them in the hope that Eldir could bring them down.
Eldir presented Marcus with "Ice", a mighty broadsword forged over 300 years ago by his ancestors, a long lost family heirloom. With it, Marcus would have the power to withstand the harshest winter storm, and gain power over the elements to manipulate the ice and snow that had tormented him on his journey north. He was the Winter Knight, a vassal of Eldir, the bringer of cold, hard justice. At that moment, the trolls breached the cave entrance and began slaughtering his last remaining knights. Sir Marcus strode purposefully towards them, Ice in hand, and the fury of Eldir by his side. He exacted revenge for his fallen kin slaying every troll in the cave before continuing to destroy their entire tribe. Justice, cold fury.
Sir Marcus patiently waited for his first summons to the Shadow Plane, called Between. It came shortly after. Marcus relished the opportunity to do his god's bidding and hoped he would have the chance to personally slay the usurpers that dared threaten his lord and maker.
- Andrew "Guns" Galea -