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The Black Knight & The Princess In White

Posted in Blog Series, Fantasy, Knights, Short Story, Story, The Black Knight, Writing with tags , , on October 11, 2016 by darkjade68


The Black Knight & The Princess In White

by DarkJade

There Once Was A Princess…

In A Far Away Land…


Across A Great Desert…


Covered In White Sand


Under A Dark Black Sky…

With Stars That Winked From Above…


And A Kingdom Below Them…

Whose People Did Love…


This Girl

Though She Was Young…

Less Years Than Fingers On Her Hands…

Berber nomad dune portrait, Sahara Desert, Morocco

She Brought To All Smiles…

Across This Great Land


Her Father, The  King, Would Come To Her Each Night…

And Tell Her Great Tales…


Of Bravery… Magic… And Light


Her Eyes Opened Wide…

Hanging On Every Word…


Her Father’s Shadows Cast…

Upon The Walls So Near


And Just As All Seemed Lost…

The  Princess’s Eyes Filled With Tears…

But Relief Closely Followed…


Behind Her Father’s Beard…

As The Heroes Prevailed…


Magical Creatures Unvailed


The Night Would Come To A Hush…


Her Pillow Grew Softer…

Her Blankets So Warm…


Safely Tucked Away…

Behind These Great Walls…



It Was A Cool Desert Night…

Just As Elinque’s Eyes Began To Fall…


There Was A Noise…


“Don’t Worry At All…” Her Father Then Spoke…

“It’s Nothing At All…”

He Left Her Chamber…

She Was Barely Awake…


Six Dark Figures Surrounded Him…

Come For The King, No Mistake

As She Waited For Him To Return…

Her Eyelids Grew Heavy…


Dream Dust Inlaid…

…She Faded Away

To Sleep…

To Sleep


An Hour Later…

She Awoke To Orange Light…

The Palace On Fire…

The Help In Fright


From The Shadows Came A Man…

She Knew Only By Sight…

A Silver Bearded Healer…


Some Called A Knight

“Come Child Don’t Make A Sound…”

He Spoke As He Swept Me Up…

“They’re Looking For You…”


We Went Out The Window…

Secured By A Rope

Down Below Lit By Star Light…


There Was A Great White Horse…

“You Must Ride My Dear…”

“And Don’t Look Back…”


He Placed Me Upon It

And Slid A Red Jeweled Necklace Into My Hand

“Never Lose This…”

He Spoke With A Slight Smile Upon His Face


The Shadow Men Suddenly Appeared…

As He Sent Me On My Way…

His Sword Drawn He Fought Them…

And Fell To Their Blades

Alone I Rode…

For What Felt Like Days…


The Sun Would Rise…

I Fell Into A Haze

“What Would Become Of Me…”

“Where Was My Father…”

I Shall Never Forget This Night

I Shall Never Forget This Knight


PICTURE CREDIT – Blond Little Girl, White Desert, Star Filled Sky, Desert Kingdom, Desert Boy In Blue, Arab Warrior, Bravery, Excited, King Shadows, Lost, Genie, Sleeping, December, Sleepy, Arab Man, Figures, Dream Dust, Fire, Grey, Knight, Window, Horse, Necklace,


The Paladin – Knocked From The Sky

Posted in Knights, Story, The Paladin with tags on June 22, 2015 by darkjade68

Silver-armor-holding-a-sword-anime-girls_1920x1200The Paladin

by dArKjAdE

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

‘Trust No One”

CHAPTER IX – Knocked From The Sky

The camp was dark…

Barely a star in the sky.

Joro had fallen asleep leaning up against a centrally located tree, whilst reading one of his many Books Of Magic.

Zara, Nyn, Shaylyr and Truer were all fast asleep…

Meanwhile, Brisk Leaf and Doren were nowhere to be found…

CRACK made the sound of a branch under thick leather Ranger Boots.

Whoever it was, they were approaching Joro as he sleep, with their sword drawn, and heading slowly towards the direction of his throat…

“What are you doing Doren…” suddenly the silence under the dark moon was broken by the familiar voice of Brisk Leaf, who stepped into the shadows of the camp, as the fire had gone out… His bow drawn, and aimed at Doren who stood now before Joro, sword near his throat.

“You think I was not expecting you…” with this Doren quickly turned, and in one quick movement hurled his long sword in a swirly windmill directly at Brisk Leaf’s chest…

“AHHH!” let out Brisk Leaf as he was able to avoid it just enough, to end up with it stuck in his leg instead…

…as he fell to the ground, bleeding badly.

“Your kind should do better than this…” Doren spoke as he slowly approached where Brisk Leaf lay, long poison doused dagger in hand… “…isn’t this what you do.”

Just as Brisk Leaf tried for his own dagger…

“AHHHHHH!” a loud holler came from no where, and with it, Zara, her blade blazing, she brought it down upon Doren, completely removing his right arm…

“SSSSSAHHHHHHHH!” Doren made an inhuman sound as he fell to his knees…

“ZARA! WAIT! YOU KILL ONE OF OUR OWN!” suddenly shouted Truer who had awoken, and drawn his bow as well… Aiming it directly at Zara’s back.

“I care not…” spoke Zara, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, as her eyes raged deeply… She rose up for one more final blow behind Doren, when Doren’s form suddenly went black, with a fairly shiny skin… His face becoming formless.

“AHHHHHH!” down came Zara’s sword upon the beast, cutting through its’ neck, and chest from behind…

The black form fell lifeless to the ground.

Truer lowered his bow… “By the gods…”

By this point, Shaylyr had fully armored, and had his hammer raised and ready for battle, glowing the familiar orange, yellow and white… “What! Where! What’s happening… Why was I not woken for my turn at guard.”

“Naytonan…” spoke Nyn now awake, bow drawn as well.

The next morning none spoke as Zara and Shaylyr’s horses pulled a quickly made hammock which carried Brisk Leaf on it… As Joro and Nyn followed behind them… On occasion they’d find a mark left by Truer, the only remaining uninjured or killed Ranger in the party…

“Why do we continue… We are down a man and a half, both Rangers, which we need if we are to remain uncaptured by General Zai Zai Qed’s legion…” stated Joro, who seemed both frustrated, and perplexed.

“Our sacrifices are meager compared to the amount of lives we may save should we prevail…” replied The Paladin Shaylyr, without looking back at him.

Zara merely grimaced, saying nothing, thinking much… Mostly words of profanity.

“We can’t give up now… Or Doren’s sacrifice will be for not,” speaks Nyn unenthusiastically.

“Nynwayen is right… We must continue,” interjects Brisk Leaf, who is very weak, and can hardly speak…

But his words seem to rally the spirits a bit of the party… Save Zara, who grimaces more.





The Paladin – Man Down

Posted in Blog Series, Knights, Story, The Paladin with tags , , , on June 20, 2015 by darkjade68

elvenThe Paladin

by dArKjAdE

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

“So Shadow…”

“So… So… Shadow”


Joro, Shaylyr, Nyn, Zara and Truer are all at their camp.

“Doren and Brisk Leaf should be back by now…” speaks Truer.

Just then, Brisk Leaf enters the camp, sets his long ash bow down, and sits at the fire.

“Here…” Zara hands Brisk Leaf a wineskin of water, and a stick with animal freshly cooked upon it.

“Thank you Knight…” he replies, Zara nods and continues to cook another for Doren, who has yet to show up.

“Doren?” Brisk suddenly asks.

Truer shakes his head.

“We must find him at once…” speaks Shaylyr who stands suddenly, his silver, white armour gleaming, and yellow tabard flapping in the slight post sunset breeze.

“No need for that…” Doren suddenly appears, and speaks.

He then sits at the fire, where Zara gives him a stick of cooked animal and a wineskin of water as well.

“Thank you woman…” he speaks.

With this Zara starts for her sword, but Nyn grabs her hand, and shakes his head at her.

Shaylyr sits, “Good to see you Doren… Brisk Leaf… Now a report is in order.”

Truer, Doren and Brisk Leaf go on to explain how a Magic Wielder by the name of Yo Pre Ghado, camps with 60 Dark Warriors, and enlists a small party of Trolls… And how General Zai Zai Qed will be there by nightfall.

“Very good… What is our plan?” speaks the Paladin, and Joro and Nyn smile slightly at Shaylyr’s zest.

“We wait…” replies Truer.

“Wait?” speaks Zara impatiently… “Why did we come here if we’re to do nothing,” she finishes.

“There’s nothing to be learned with these interactions,” interjects Brisk Leaf… “Truer is right… Our best bet is to continue to track them from a decent distance.”

“And their scouts? And lookouts… Will they not detect our presence…” questions Nyn.

“Not on your life,” interjects Doren with a gleam in his eyes.

“Doren’s right… We Rangers will maintain a stealthy, yet fairly safe distance and continue to report back to you as you follow from a still safer distance,” explains Truer.

“Hmm…” Zara huffs, stands, and moves to her sleeping spot.

Joro smiles once more, “Sounds good… More study time for me.”

“Very well…” replies Shaylyr as he too stands, “…we’d best get our rest then… I–” he is cut off before finishing his last sentence.

“I’ll take first guard,” Doren suddenly interjects, and stands enthusiastically.

This grabs Brisk Leaf’s attention, but he makes sure not to gaze unnaturally at Doren.

“Very well… I the second,” replies Shaylyr.

Shaylyr then heads to his sleeping spot, and takes off just enough armour so that he might rest a bit.

Joro finds a s pot to read by a tree, and Nyn finds a sleeping spot as well.

Doren gayly grabs his sword and starts a bit of a perimeter around the camp.

Truer catches Brisk Leaf watching Doren as he goes.

“What is it Brisk Leaf…” speaks Truer.

Brisk Leaf is startled by Truer… “Nothing…” he replies, as he then makes his way out of the camp into the shadows.

Truer wonders for a moment why he’s going outside the camp, then lets it go, and finds his place to sleep.



The Paladin – Into The Woods

Posted in Knights, Story, The Paladin, Writing with tags , , on June 18, 2015 by darkjade68

SkyrimPainting2The Paladin

by dArKjAdE

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

“Man Is An Arrogant Breed…”

“One Worth Slaughtering”

“And Forgetting…”


CHAPTER VII – Into The Woods

The air is cool…

The Rangers Truer, Doren and Brisk Leaf have separted, but lead Zara, Joro, Shaylyr and Nyn deep into the Bolftire Woods, hot on the trail of General Zai Zai Qed, and his legion of two to three hundred orcs…

“Where Are They Heading…”

Shaylyr wonders of Qed’s Legion, as his party of four seem to follow no one through the woods, though in truth, the Rangers leave them indicators which guide them, though they themselves are nowhere to be seen…

“Here…” announces Nyn just audibly enough to be heard, as he points at a purposely broken branch, left by the Ranger Doren.

“Will this journey never end,” complains Zara, as she hacks her way through some of the branches around her.

“Are you sure you’re a Knight?” questions Joro in jest, as he reads contently his book of magic, letting his steed lead his way.

Zara gives Joro an unfriendly glance, followed by a quarter smile.

It’d been a long time since she traveled with a party of any sort… She was a loner in the truest sense of the word.

It was her way… She felt it was the safest way to not be killed by another fools error… And supplied her the luxury of caring about no one, which was helpful in such times as when she might be tortured by an enemy…

“Tortured…” she inadvertently spoke quietly under her breath.

With this Nyn cast a subtle glance back at Zara, as his elven ears were the only ones that caught wind of it…

“This Knight Is A Complete Mystery…”

Thought Nyn to himself, then continued his movement forward through the woods, his long elven ash bow strapped securely to his back, and short sword drawn and hacking away.


Yo Pre Ghado, an Asian looking man in his late 30’s, to early 40’s, black robed, stands upon a rock preaching his words to a pack of trolls that had found their way into his 60 Dark Warrior Camp…

“Here me brothers! The time has come to shift the waking world in our direction… You and your people will be wiped out if you do not move beyond your meager ambush tactics… I bestow upon you, ‘ambition’… Something that your kind lack…” the trolls do not look pleased by these words, but they are 6, surrounded by the 60 some odd Dark Warriors serving Yo Pre Ghado.

“This is not your fault… But the time for evolution is upon us… All of us must change… Take on aspects of one another’s people, in order to vanquish these lesser beings with all their ‘honor’, and ‘valor’… Let them burn I say… Let them burn…”

“HRRRAHH!” exclaimed the Dark Warriors, where as the trolls merely looked about, overwhelmed by this ‘interactive’ manner… Thus was not the Troll way.

Watching in the distance, is Doran, one of the three Rangers employed by the Paladin Shaylyr, and his party.

“You really shouldn’t ease drop brother…” suddenly a voice that sounded… Well… Exactly like Doran’s own came from behind him.

He began to sweat as he slowly turned to face this mysterious figure who seemed to appear out of nowhere… Dorn’s dagger was drawn low.

What Doran saw, shattered his mind… An exact image of himself stood before him…

“Naytonan…” spoke Doran quietly, more to himself than to the figure standing before him… A doppelganger.

The mimic stood staring at Doran with a menacing grin, his sword held high above his head.

“You know your myths…” and with this, quicker than Doran could react, the mimic brought his sword down upon the him…

“Too bad I’m not one.”



The Paladin – The Rangers

Posted in Knights, Story, The Paladin, Writing with tags on June 14, 2015 by darkjade68

RANGERsThe Paladin

by dArKjAdE

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

CHAPTER VI – The Rangers

The Paladin Shaylyr, the Elven Archer Nynwahen, the Mage Joro and the Knight Zara spent that evening discussing the slaying of the young Cleric, potentially by a Doppelganger, and the fact that the notorious Orc General Zai Zai Qed was leading a legion of Orcs into the nearby territory, and how all of it played into what is quickly being called The Rise of Darkness…

“I’m not exactly sure how the four of us are supposed to stop a legion of Orcs, or this ‘Rise of Darkness’… We are but four…” spoke Zara, who seemed more interested in her ale than the conversation.

“You are a Knight? right…” replied Nyn, annoyded by Zara’s lack of conviction…

With this Zara started to slowly draw her sword, “You doubt it… Elf.”

“Enough!” spoke out Shaylyr as he grabbed Zara’s sword drawing hand.

“Zara is right… We may not be able to stop this legion, but we can certainly see what they’re up to…” interjected Joro.

“And the Mage? or… Doppelganger… Whichever it be,” questioned Nyn.

“I’m afraid that will have to wait… This legion of orcs seems to pose more of a threat… At least in my eyes…” replied Shaylyr as he took a swig of wine.

“We’ll need Rangers to track the legion into the Pennor Region… They will find their trail, as well as help us cover ours…” spoke Nyn.


Outside in an alleyway of the town, three Rangers stood before them.

The first a young red haired man, who looked like he did not trust humans, though he is one.

The second a more rough looking fellow, with dark hair, and dark eyes, he was surely their leader, if there was one.

And the last a fair haired Elf, surely a High Elf, who’d turned to Rangerhood.

He was an elegant looking creature if ever there was, with his long, silver black bow, and long flowing blue water like cloak.

“Will you help us…” spoke Shaylyr.

“What you ask… Is a lot,” replied the rough leader, Truer by name.

“We are more than willing to pay for your services,” spoke Joro who gestured towards the large sack of silver held by Shaylyr.

“It’s not about the money,” whispered just audibly enough the red head ranger, called Doren.

“Than what is it about… Don’t waste our time… There are others,” interjected Zara who was securing her horse, and didn’t even look at the Rangers as she spoke.

“This has the feeling of a quest… More than an inquisitive undertaking,” replied the High Elf, called Brisk Leaf.

Shaylyr started with a sigh… “Perhaps it is… Perhaps it is.”

With this Truer smiled slightly… “Well then…” he stepped forward to arm embrace Shaylyr, “…that’s different.”

The two armed embraced, “We’re definitely in…” he finished, and he brushed by the sack of silver, to get his dark brown steed.

“There will be no need for payment,” spoke Brisk Leaf as he smiled and passed as well.

“Great… A quest,” interjected Doren under his breath, but he too nodded at Shaylyr, and made his way to his light tan horse.

Brisk Leaf intended to run… No steed required.

And before they knew it, the 7 of them were off… Off to track Zai Zai Qed and his legion… Off to pursue… A quest.

Meanwhile in the shadows, the form of Joro, but not Joro, watched… His long violet cloak draping to the ground.

“Where you go…” he spoke as his form went black, then reformed as Doren the Ranger, “I follow.”


PICTURE CREDIT – Ranger, Paizo, The Ranger

The Paladin – The Knight

Posted in Knights, Story, The Paladin, Writing with tags on June 11, 2015 by darkjade68


The Paladin

by dArKjAdE

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

“Thou Shalt Not Pass”

CHAPTER V – The Knight

All of the inhabitants of The Red Rogue Tavern parted, leaving some 40 odd feet between The Paladin Shaylyr, his glowing hammer raised, and Joro, the unsuspecting Mage, who had now sat his magic book down upon the table…

“IT WASN’T ME! I SWEAR! IT WASN’T ME!” called out Joro in desperation…

“What wasn’t you Mage…” spoke Nyn, who had now stepped beside Shaylyr, his long ash bow drawn…

“What ever it was, I didn’t do it,” Joro continued to plead.

“What was it Mage! Why did you slay that young Cleric so thoughtlessly… Without remorse,” spoke Shaylyr loudly, his hands gripping the hammer handle tighter, longing to strike.

“I know no Cleric sir, that I have slain… You must believe me, for I do not lie,” replied Joro.

“Must I now,” spoke Shaylyr.

“It really doesn’t matter either way Paladin,” suddenly Zara’s voice rang through the tavern, clear as a bell, as she moved in front of the Mage in a quick sweep…

Shaylyr eyed the strong woman in black armour, but she was unwavering.

“You’d best check your mind sir, for I’m sure that you will find that it is off…” spoke Zara as she lifted her long sword above her head.

Suddenly Nyn placed a hand upon Shaylyr’s shoulder, “She’s a Knight… I doubt that she’s mistaken.”

With this Shaylyr loosened his grip, and the orange, yellow, white glow of his hammer dissipated…

“Yes well…” with this Shaylyr stumbled out of the tavern, shaken with his rage… Something he had not truly felt before.

Nyn gave one more look at the Knight Zara, who had brought down her sword, and returned to her table, where her head did drop once more, and she continued her slumber.

Meanwhile Joro stepped towards the Elven Archer, “I wish to speak to your friend…” he spoke.

Nyn nodded, and the two of them stepped out of the tavern…

Outside Shaylyr pet his great grey steed, and poured some water out of his wineskin onto his face.

“Good sir… A word if I might,” spoke Joro graciously.

This startled Shaylyr a moment, but he quickly nodded, as he strapped his hammer to the side of his horse.

“May I ask… Why you thought I had slain a young Cleric?”

“It was the Village Klay…” spoke Nyn out of place.

Joro looked first at Nyn, then Shaylyr, “South of here?”

“Aye,” replied Nyn.

At this point Shaylyr, who had yet to actually speak to the Mage, sat down on the wooden planks outside The Red Rogue Tavern.

His large form creaking the wood.

“There was a Mage there in a violet cloak matching yours… He killed an unarmed, unarmoured Cleric right in the middle of town, while several Dark Warriors held him.

“I see,” replied Joro fairly perplexed, yet intrigued.

“I have never seen a cloak of that color before… So when I saw you… You see, the Mage had his hood on, and was turned away, I saw not his face…” Shaylyr explained, and in hearing himself say it, began to feel like he may have been a bit hasty in his verbal assault upon Joro.

Shaylyr extended his arm to the Mage.

Joro couldn’t help but smile, and reached out as well,”Joro is my name… And you are?”

“Shaylyr… Paladin of The Watchers Order…” Shaylyr replied.

Joro then looked at Nyn…

“Nynwahen… But most call me Nyn,” spoke Nyn.

“I will say that this cloak is rare indeed… Given to me by my father, who was of noble decent within my people.”

“But most that wear it, save me, do not practice magic… No in fact, the nobles where it, but I have left those ranks to go my own way…” continued Joro who seemed to be formulating a thought.

“There is one other possibility, though remote…” he suddenly spoke, as returned inside of the tavern to retrieve his book, then back to the Paladin and Elf.

Joro opened his book to a picture of a black faceless humanoid, “Naytonon…” he spoke.

“Naytonon?” replied Nyn as he took the book into his hands.

“A doppleganger,” spoke Joro almost excitedly.

“What? A shape shifter… Those are but myths,” spoke Shaylyr.

With this Joro looked ath Shaylyr with great clarity in his eyes…

“Oh no… That’s not true… They’re definitely real.”



The Paladin – Shaylyr

Posted in Knights, Story, The Paladin on June 6, 2015 by darkjade68

paladinThe Paladin

by dArKjAdE

“I’m Not Made Of Tough Enough Stuff…”

“The Things I’ve Seen”

“The Things I Know…”

“Forgive Me Four Gods”

“I Will Not Do This…”

“I Can Not”

“Do This…”



A cold, dark, winter night

What appears to be a knight, in silver armour, and white and yellow tabard…

…stands at the entrance of the village Klay.

Above the sky is dark, and peppered with stars… With threat of rain.

“Oh How They Mock Me… These Many Stars…”

Outside the Red Unicorn Tavern, four darkly clad warriors hold a 19 to 21 year old looking, blond, robed young man…

Watching on, is a dark violet cloaked, and hooded Magic Wielder… Doing their best to terrorize the young man.

The Paladin Shaylyr looks on, as the Magic Wielder tosses light purple, and blue colored light splashes across the air… Seeming to try and intimidate the young man…

“Do Something Shaylyr… You Know That You Must,”

The Paladin speaks to himself, as his sweaty left hand clutches oh so tightly the thick, dark wood handle of his long, great hammer…

“It’s not courage you lack Paladin…” with this a dark haired elf steps by him, making no sound, bow drawn…

“You’ve never killed a man… Have you,” the elf speaks in Elven Tone, stating, more than asking.

Shaylyr loosens his grip on his hammer, but does not reply…

Suddenly the Magic Wielder begins to poor his flame into the young man’s chest…

“AAAAHHHHH” he yells

“NOW!” the Elf yells, and begins to let lose several shot of his bow into the back of the Magic Wielder, who in turn disappears, his long violet cloak falling to the ground…

“Human magic… Bah… Trickery,” speaks the elf seeing his shots were for not…

Meanwhile, the four black warriors are upon him in a matter of moments…

Axes, and swords raised.

“AAARRRRHHH! YOU’VE KILLED OUR MASTER!” they yell, as the elf does his best to defend himself using his bow as a sword slash shield… His agility the only thing that keeps him alive…

Shaylyr in shock, looks to see that the young robed man lays motionless on the ground before the place the Magic Weaver stood…

Suddenly his hammer begins to glow bright orange, yellow, white, and something comes over him that he’s never felt…


“AHHH! YOU WILL PAY DARK WARRIORS!” with this he slams his hammer against the ground, sending out bolts of lightning like light, hurling the four warriors some twenty feet away…

“OOMMFF!” were the sounds they made, as they crash to the ground…

“COME!” suddenly Shaylr looks to his right, and the dark haired elf sits upon a white steed, and reaches for the Paladin’s arm, so that he might mount on the back of his horse…

“I CAN NOT ELF! THE ROBED MAN!” Shaylyr yells as he prepares to make his way to the fallen young man…


With this Shaylyr is inclined to take pause once more… But one has died already at the hand of his pausing… And so he mounts the back of the elf’s horse, and the two ride out of town, passing right by the young Cleric’s body…

Looking down, Shaylyr can see that the life has been drawn out him, in a most unnatural way…

“Dark Sorcerer… You Shall Pay.”

Rain begins to fall…