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Knight of RPGs
The stronghold of the Royal Knights stood within the cool embrace of a great crater, a remnant of the great battles at the dawn of the Digital World when primordial terrors had clashed with divine heroes for possession of the new world. The walls were of solid adamant, impenetrable to sword or fist or any attack that the Digimon of the time could muster. The ramparts were manned by a great standing guard of Knightmon, those chosen by the Royal Knights to be the defenders of their fortress.
At the centre of the three concentric rings of fortifications was the great keep, a construction that rose one hundred feet precisely into the heavens. The gates of this keep were guarded at all times by the Arthurian Guard, a personally selected taskforce of defenders picked out by Lord Artorius, master of the Royal Knights. This fortress was Camelot, the very bastion of the Royal Knights.
Within this keep the eleven Knights lived. They planned their crusades against the enemies of their order and the world at large, and they readied themselves for battle. At its peak was the chamber of Lord Artorius himself, a great circular room dominated by a table formed from an immense shield, the gift of a long-forgotten legend to the Knights upon their founding.
Artorius sat at his throne at this table, his jet-black form strong, his body hardened and strengthened by centuries of war against the foes of the Digital World. At his side was his legendary sword, the Grade Alpha.
His eyes were deep with contemplation as he stared out across the table at the ten other Knights gathered before him.
Sir Lancelot the Omnimon, the silent force at the heart of the Knights. His power was that to split steel and shatter stone, to rend all asunder beneath his exalted might. He was truly the intensity and passion guiding their hands and hearts to strike against the shadows. With his Supreme Cannon and Transcendent Sword he purged all evils that dared approach him.
Sir Hector the Gallantmon, the noble, the just. His words were of nobility and honour, the very shining form of chivalry that Uther Pendragon had bestowed to the eleven at their founding. With the shining Gram lance and Aegis Shield, he stood firm against even the blackest of nights.
Sir Percival the Magnamon, the loyal, the devoted. He would never turn against his comrades nor his lord, such was his firm belief in his brothers in arms. Through the Crest of Miracles he turned the tide of even the most impossible of odds, for that was his very purpose, to make possible the impossible.
Sir Tristan the UlforceVeedramon, calm and focused. Deadly with his speed so great he was naught but a blur in battle, truly Sir Tristan was a sharp blade willing to strike at the greatest speed. With Ulforce Saber and Tensegrity Shield he waged war and he had yet to leave a foe living in his wake.
Sir Galahad the Dynasmon, passionate and just. His very heart was firm upon a foundation of chivalry and the honour code he had instilled into his very soul with fetters of iron and adamant. His true nature was to defend the Digital World from all foes.
The fair Lady Guinevere, a Crusadermon of chill beauty and fierce brutality against the scum she opposed. Her might was true and just, her merciless approach a blade of frozen ice to strike down even the most devout of foes. With her Pile Bunker shield she crushed bone and shattered steel in her wake, and the ribbon-like blades on her back rent flesh to ruin.
Sir Bors the Sleipmon, the raging force of battle and war that inspired the Knights. With the burning Muspellheim and freezing Niflheim, he had broken many a foe beneath his passionate holy fury and power.
Sir Dagonet the Craniamon, loyal and steadfast, the towering master of the guard. His role was that of a knight of adamant, impossible to break no matter the force brought to bear. His holy shield Avalon was blessed by the touch of the very gods and his Claiomh Solais spear brought the very raging storm to bear upon his foes.
Sir Galahad the Duftmon, noble and firm. His belief in the Knight’s powers bestowing the right of judgment to them was unshakeable and his conviction to wage war unbreakable. With the mighty rapier Austerben he struck his foes into ruination and death.
Finally Sir Cador the Examon, noblest and most intense of all. His draconic visage masked the heart of a true Knight, passionate and truly willing to war against any foe for the lands and Digimon under his charge. The great exalted Caledfwlch wings of crimson red were folded against his back, shivering with the desire to spread and carry their master in majestic flight, while the great Ambrosius lance was leaned against his large seat of granite, the seat carved with majestic dragons in flight as a testament to Cador’s allegiance and command of many dragon Digimon throughout the world with his title of Dragon Emperor.
“My lord,” Sir Dagonet spoke, his voice deep and firm, his helmet’s visage skull-like and the holy Avalon shield at his arm, Claiomh Solais at his side “a Knightmon patrol has reported a camp of humans a few leagues from Camelot’s walls.”
“How many are there?” Artorius asked.
“Three were in evidence, my lord,” Dagonet replied. Artorius considered this.
“An example shall be made of them,” Sir Bors said fiercely, the Muspellheim crossbow lashed across his back, the Niflheim shield in his grip “give the word, my lord, and I shall personally strike down these humans for their insolence in approaching our very stronghold.”
“Sir Dagonet,” Artorius said “assemble a force of Knightmon. Take Sir Bors and strike down these Tamers.” Sir Bors and Sir Dagonet both stood and knelt, bowing their heads.
“It shall be done, my lord,” Dagonet rumbled. Both Knights stood and strode briskly from the room, Sir Bors’s crimson form at great contrast with Dagonet’s black armour and skull-like helmet.
Artorius leant back in his throne and looked down at the other eight Knights remaining. All proud, all ready to serve and purge the human scum from the Digital World. All truly Royal Knights in name and all…
-
One week earlier…
Far away from Camelot, a shining city of grace enhanced the highlands it bestowed its blessings upon. Shining towers rose into the heavens, connected by sparkling rainbow bridges, gold, silver and other precious metals forming intricate and beautiful sculpture from the very buildings. This was Avalon, seat of the exalted Council of Avalon, the peaceful rulers of the Digital World.
But this was a council now worried for their world. A malicious crusade had been declared, arms turned on those who meant no harm and now action had to be taken, action that had never been declared against the guilty party in the very millennia long history of the world. Always the guilty party had been trusted allies, the bringers of justice and peace, a voice of true holiness.
But now the Royal Knights were the enemy of peace…
Within the highest tower of Avalon waited the Council of Avalon. The noble eight, the highest order of the land, the true rulers of the Digital World.
“It cannot be ignored,” the noble Sei-Ryujin the Azulongmon boomed, his blue body crackling with lightning and his presence filling the air with the tang of ozone “the Royal Knights have gone too far with these senseless attacks on the Tamers. Action must be taken!”
“I am in agreement,” the exalted Goldramon Ahura Mazda said sincerely “the Royal Knights cannot be allowed to wantonly slaughter the Tamers in the absence of wrongdoing. Their actions are immoral and they must be brought to justice.”
“Perhaps… the Royal Knights are justified?” Loki the KingEtemon suggested snidely “after all, these… humans are indeed arrogant. They show no respect for the delicate balance of our world. Perhaps their removal is for the best.”
“Silence, trickster!” snarled Ishtar the Magnadramon in an uncharacteristically sharp tone “nothing justifies such wanton slaughter from our noble Knights, and you would do well to keep your tongue behind your teeth before we see fit to remove it!”
“Ishtar is correct,” Maccan-Dagda the Susanoomon thundered at Loki “the actions Artorius is commanding are impossible to justify and the Knights have taken a path we cannot allow. Action must and will be taken to bring them to justice.”
“But can we survive without the Knights?” Indra the Anubismon pondered “they serve as our greatest weapon, and many evil Digimon quake at the thought of facing them in battle. If we remove the Knights, then we would lessen our own authority upon the world. While I agree that their actions are immoral, we must consider the effect that bringing the champions of the meek to justice will have upon those under our protection.”
“Indra, whose side are you on?” Angra Mainyu the Megidramon growled “the Knights have wronged us with their arrogance. Thus we shall strike them down with all the power vested in us to keep peace in this world!”
“Calm, Angra Mainyu,” Amun-Ra the Varodurumon said wisely “do not let your temper cloud your judgment. I do not see sense in assailing the Knights, yet neither do I interpret their arguments as necessarily just. I cannot agree either way just yet.”
“Very well,” Sei-Ryujin said “we are decided with four in favour, three undecided and one against. We will assemble a group of Digimon able to bring the Knights to justice…”
-
One week later…
The streets of Avalon were bustling. Many Digimon filled them, bartering for goods, chattering to friends and generally behaving as expected in such a holy place, a seat of civilization.
Moving through the bustling throng were three Digimon who drew the gazes of all they passed. They were renowned for their prowess in war, their skill in bringing to justice some of the worst evils to threaten the benign rule of the Council of Avalon.
Bedivere Stormheart the Slayerdramon, resplendent in his pale blue armour and royal crimson cloak, the exalted blade Fragarach possessed by all of his kind sheathed at his hip, moved through the bustling crowds with an air of humble nobility, avoiding the gaze of those around him. His draconic helm shone in the brilliant light and his piercing eyes fixed straight ahead at the tower of the Council of Avalon.
Beside him walked his sister, Guinier the AeroVeedramon, her crimson wings folded to her sides, claws grating against the stone of the path and cobalt scales glorious in the light of Avalon. Unlike her brother, she was curious and basking in the attention, eyes flickering around the crowds.
Finally walked a dark figure, clad all in black and silver, garments woven of feathers. A silver falcon graced his arm and a sword was sheathed at his hip, a crossbow slung across his back. A black visor masked his eyes while a helm like an eagle’s head covered his head but for his face. Caradoc Stern, son of Caradoc Stern the Elder strode briskly beside his comrades (though friends might have been applicable) with a grim look on his face, hands barely avoiding gripping his sword or crossbow.
“Loosen up, Caradoc,” Guinier chided “you look like you’re made of wood.”
“Do I?” Caradoc asked, looking at her briefly.
“Yes, you do,” Bedivere answered “don’t worry. It’s only the Council of Avalon.”
“Only you could ever say that so lightly,” Caradoc muttered “only the war hero Bedivere Stormheart could ever say those six words lightly.”
“Caradoc, you have nothing to worry about,” Guinier said “what’s wrong? Why do you look so grim?”
“Because I’ve heard rumours,” Caradoc replied “there are whispers that the Royal Knights have turned against the Council, and that the Council are forming an elite team to take them down. I’m thinking that maybe we’re part of that team.”
“The Royal Knights turning traitor?” Bedivere said with an air of disbelief “that would never happen. They’re the Royal Knights, Caradoc. Knights don’t turn on their allies.”
“Not all Knights have the same respect for chivalry you do, brother,” Guinier chuckled “it’s entirely possible that the Royal Knights have turned against the council.” Her face turned slightly dark and grim at these words.
“They’re the Royal Knights!” Bedivere protested as they stepped onto the final bridge leading up to the great tower of the Council of Avalon. The three continued this banter until they stepped back onto solid stone and were confronted by a muscular WarGreymon guard, who raised his Dramon Destroyer gauntlets at their approach.
“Who approaches the Council of Avalon?!” he called to them.
“Bedivere Stormheart, Guinier Stormheart and Caradoc Stern,” Bedivere answered “we were summoned by the Council.” The WarGreymon nodded, lowering his gauntlets as he looked them over.
“So you’re Bedivere, eh?” he said “I must confess, I have heard much of your exploits and I am rather impressed. Not many could hold back three Diaboromon with the skill and conviction you displayed.”
“It was a battle I remember well,” Bedivere replied “the beasts were indeed a challenge worthy of a true knight. What’s your name, soldier?”
“Drachna Voltanis, sir,” the WarGreymon replied “some of Gurnal. I served in battle against the demons Gulfmon and Murmuxmon under the command of Michael Ya’Hisrael.”
“A mighty conflict,” Caradoc said softly “you should be proud of your service there.” Drachna gave a nod.
“Aye, a mighty battle,” he said “but we broke the backs of those demons and cast them back into Hell where they belong.”
“Shouldn’t you guys save the old war stories for after we meet the Council?” Guinier sighed at Caradoc and her brother.
“Indeed,” Caradoc said “Drachna, take us to the Council.” Drachna saluted and led them through the doorway, passing between two more guards, this time a Golden Rapidmon and Ravemon. The two let their comrade and his followers pass before stepping forwards to take Drachna’s position at the gate. The WarGreymon continued to lead Bedivere, Guinier and Caradoc until they came to a great golden doorway, with intricate tracery upon its surface forming majestic imagery of knights and dragons.
“The Council are through here,” Drachna spoke, stepping aside to let them to the door “I hope your meeting goes well.” He saluted them before marching back along the passage from whence they came.
The golden doors opened before them and the three stepped into the great chamber. Its walls stretched up to the very peak of the tower, its expanse great to allow for the size of the Council members. Bedivere, Caradoc and Guinier beheld seventeen other Digimon standing in the chamber, mostly of humanoid stature and average size for Mega Levels, though the exceptions consisted primarily of a towering HerculesKabuterimon, an Archelomon and a bestial Cerberumon.
The three stood beside these seventeen others as the Council came into appearance, light shining from their forms.
“Greetings,” Sei-Ryujin boomed, his form lit with azure aurora “we have summoned you as there is a matter we require your aid to assist with.”
“Indeed,” added Ahura Mazda serenely “the twenty of you have been selected for your past displays of skill in warfare and in most cases…” his eyes flickered to a GrandisKuwagamon standing beside a VictoryGreymon and Paildramon briefly. “Your clear respect and devotion to the laws of our land, as well as your fine moral standings.”
“Are there any among you who do not know of the Royal Knights?” questioned Indra quietly. None confirmed this; the responses were generally shakes of heads and other such responses. “Good, as I expected you have all heard of the Knights. That will save us a great deal of time.”
“Good,” Loki chuckled “I hate long talks. They bore me.”
“Silence, Loki,” Maccan-Dagda said good-naturedly “we have important issues to concern ourselves with. Now, I trust that you may have been hearing rumours of a schism between us, the Council, and the Royal Knights?”
There were many nods and a few gestures of disagreement.
“Unfortunately,” Ishtar sighed “these rumours are the truth, of sorts. The Royal Knights have seceded from our authority and laws for their own misguided beliefs. You see, a few months ago, as you will undoubtedly know, humans began to enter our world from another. At first, all seemed well. We sent emissaries to these Tamers, and their intents were peaceful. They merely wished for some space of their own to settle down and form their own communities, perfectly reasonable wishes. We were prepared to grant them these requests.”
“Unfortunately,” Amun-Ra said “things were not so simple. Lord Artorius, the commander of the Royal Knights, came to us demanding that laws and sanctions be placed on the Tamers, but we refused on the grounds that these demands were unreasonable. Following this, Artorius declared war upon the Tamers, after which we took the decision to command him to stand down at once. He ignored that command and declared the Knights free of our authority on account of the fact they believe their actions are in the best interests of the Digital World.”
“Now the Knights are striking at the Tamers wherever they find them,” Angra Mainyu growled “and we have voted to act. We have summoned you, the greatest of our warriors, to join forces with the aim of bringing the Royal Knights to justice for their actions. We believe that of all Digimon within our sphere of influence, you alone will be able to perform such a task.”
“We do not ask this of you lightly,” Ishtar said softly “the Royal Knights are the mightiest of warriors. They have centuries of experience in warfare, and their power is almost impossible to overcome. However, we cannot allow this madness to continue. The Tamers are growing disillusioned of all Digimon other than their partners, and should the Knights continue this Unholy Crusade, then the tensions will erupt into a full-scale war between humans and Digimon that would ravage the Digital World for years to come. This must end now.”
“We have called for your aid,” Sei-Ryujin spoke “we chose you for your feats of arms, your former actions, your bravery and conviction in battle. Together, you represent our one chance of stopping the Royal Knights before our world is plunged deep into war. Bedivere Stormheart the Slayerdramon. Guinier Stormheart the AeroVeedramon. Caradoc Stern the Valkyrimon. Thor Odinson the Imperialdramon. Svarog Gilgamesh the Apollomon. Michael Ya’Hisrael the MagnaAngemon. Samael Cain the Beelzemon. Gigas Kranatos the HerculesKabuterimon. Pinocchio Marion the Puppetmon. Tyr Koenig the VictoryGreymon. Khrepius Aeolus the GrandisKuwagamon. Pyra Torren the Paildramon. Trowa the Cannonbeemon. Duo the Gaiomon. Lucia the QueenChessmon. Kame Kouken the Archelomon. Kole Sterj the Piedmon. Galic the MachGaogamon. Dunkelheit the Cerberumon. Azur the WereGarurumon.”
“Our world needs you,” Ahura Mazda spoke wisely “will you answer the call for aid?”
“I shall,” Bedivere said, stepping forwards and drawing the Fragarach before kneeling before the Council of Avalon “I pledge my blade to this cause, though I must battle those I aspired to equal in chivalry and greatness. By this oath, I swear to you that I shall not rest nor falter until the Royal Knights have been brought to justice.”
“I stand with him,” Caradoc said, stepping forwards beside his ally and kneeling as well “the Knights shall not drive us to war.”
“You have my help,” Guinier spoke, kneeling beside them.
Slowly the others all in some manner pledged their allegiance to the cause, some clearly more willing than others, though all in the end accepted the duty of stopping the Royal Knights.
“Good,” Angra Mainyu snarled “so we have a team. Now all that remains to be seen is if we got the right team.”
“With all due respect, are you for this mission or against it?” Amun-Ra sighed “all we really need now is a name for them.”
“How about Knightslayers?” Loki suggested.
“We aren’t killing the Knights,” Bedivere retorted.
“Avalon’s Knights?”
“Not all of us are Knights,” Caradoc replied.
“The Avengers?”
“Who would we be avenging?” Guinier questioned. Loki gnashed his teeth in frustration.
“Warbound?” he snapped.
“They are not entering a war;” Maccan-Dagda laughed “let us for now name them… the Peacemakers. Their purpose is to uphold peace, thus they shall be named Peacemakers.”
“The Peacemakers…” Bedivere murmured, trying it out “I like it. It fits us.”
“Then it is decided,” Ishtar spoke with a hint of joy in her voice “they shall be known as the Peacemakers, the ones empowered by the Council of Avalon to preserve our peace.”
“Where do we begin our task?” Caradoc asked.
“We have word that the Royal Knights have dispatched two of their number in addition to a group of Knightmon to assail a small camp of three Tamers near Camelot,” Sei-Ryujin said “your first task is to defend these Tamers from the Knights and bring them to Avalon, where they will be under our protection. Even the madness that seems to have gripped the Knights will not allow them to throw aside all sense of strategy; they know they cannot challenge our force at their current strength.” Bedivere nodded.
“We shall leave immediately,” he said, turning to do so “with me, Peacemakers!” Though some followed grudgingly, they all followed, ready to uphold the very laws of the world and prevent the apocalyptic war between humans and Digimon that threatened. They strove to end the threat of the Royal Knights and deliver justice. That was what they had come together for…
(From now on, just essentially post us 'in transit' to the Tamer camp. It's to give each other a feel for how all the characters act, as I find that often what is written in the personality section of the Sign-Up pales in comparison to the actual character being written. Once everyone or at least a good majority have posted, I'll begin our battle against Sir Dagonet, Sir Bors and the Knightmon brigade.)
At the centre of the three concentric rings of fortifications was the great keep, a construction that rose one hundred feet precisely into the heavens. The gates of this keep were guarded at all times by the Arthurian Guard, a personally selected taskforce of defenders picked out by Lord Artorius, master of the Royal Knights. This fortress was Camelot, the very bastion of the Royal Knights.
Within this keep the eleven Knights lived. They planned their crusades against the enemies of their order and the world at large, and they readied themselves for battle. At its peak was the chamber of Lord Artorius himself, a great circular room dominated by a table formed from an immense shield, the gift of a long-forgotten legend to the Knights upon their founding.
Artorius sat at his throne at this table, his jet-black form strong, his body hardened and strengthened by centuries of war against the foes of the Digital World. At his side was his legendary sword, the Grade Alpha.
His eyes were deep with contemplation as he stared out across the table at the ten other Knights gathered before him.
Sir Lancelot the Omnimon, the silent force at the heart of the Knights. His power was that to split steel and shatter stone, to rend all asunder beneath his exalted might. He was truly the intensity and passion guiding their hands and hearts to strike against the shadows. With his Supreme Cannon and Transcendent Sword he purged all evils that dared approach him.
Sir Hector the Gallantmon, the noble, the just. His words were of nobility and honour, the very shining form of chivalry that Uther Pendragon had bestowed to the eleven at their founding. With the shining Gram lance and Aegis Shield, he stood firm against even the blackest of nights.
Sir Percival the Magnamon, the loyal, the devoted. He would never turn against his comrades nor his lord, such was his firm belief in his brothers in arms. Through the Crest of Miracles he turned the tide of even the most impossible of odds, for that was his very purpose, to make possible the impossible.
Sir Tristan the UlforceVeedramon, calm and focused. Deadly with his speed so great he was naught but a blur in battle, truly Sir Tristan was a sharp blade willing to strike at the greatest speed. With Ulforce Saber and Tensegrity Shield he waged war and he had yet to leave a foe living in his wake.
Sir Galahad the Dynasmon, passionate and just. His very heart was firm upon a foundation of chivalry and the honour code he had instilled into his very soul with fetters of iron and adamant. His true nature was to defend the Digital World from all foes.
The fair Lady Guinevere, a Crusadermon of chill beauty and fierce brutality against the scum she opposed. Her might was true and just, her merciless approach a blade of frozen ice to strike down even the most devout of foes. With her Pile Bunker shield she crushed bone and shattered steel in her wake, and the ribbon-like blades on her back rent flesh to ruin.
Sir Bors the Sleipmon, the raging force of battle and war that inspired the Knights. With the burning Muspellheim and freezing Niflheim, he had broken many a foe beneath his passionate holy fury and power.
Sir Dagonet the Craniamon, loyal and steadfast, the towering master of the guard. His role was that of a knight of adamant, impossible to break no matter the force brought to bear. His holy shield Avalon was blessed by the touch of the very gods and his Claiomh Solais spear brought the very raging storm to bear upon his foes.
Sir Galahad the Duftmon, noble and firm. His belief in the Knight’s powers bestowing the right of judgment to them was unshakeable and his conviction to wage war unbreakable. With the mighty rapier Austerben he struck his foes into ruination and death.
Finally Sir Cador the Examon, noblest and most intense of all. His draconic visage masked the heart of a true Knight, passionate and truly willing to war against any foe for the lands and Digimon under his charge. The great exalted Caledfwlch wings of crimson red were folded against his back, shivering with the desire to spread and carry their master in majestic flight, while the great Ambrosius lance was leaned against his large seat of granite, the seat carved with majestic dragons in flight as a testament to Cador’s allegiance and command of many dragon Digimon throughout the world with his title of Dragon Emperor.
“My lord,” Sir Dagonet spoke, his voice deep and firm, his helmet’s visage skull-like and the holy Avalon shield at his arm, Claiomh Solais at his side “a Knightmon patrol has reported a camp of humans a few leagues from Camelot’s walls.”
“How many are there?” Artorius asked.
“Three were in evidence, my lord,” Dagonet replied. Artorius considered this.
“An example shall be made of them,” Sir Bors said fiercely, the Muspellheim crossbow lashed across his back, the Niflheim shield in his grip “give the word, my lord, and I shall personally strike down these humans for their insolence in approaching our very stronghold.”
“Sir Dagonet,” Artorius said “assemble a force of Knightmon. Take Sir Bors and strike down these Tamers.” Sir Bors and Sir Dagonet both stood and knelt, bowing their heads.
“It shall be done, my lord,” Dagonet rumbled. Both Knights stood and strode briskly from the room, Sir Bors’s crimson form at great contrast with Dagonet’s black armour and skull-like helmet.
Artorius leant back in his throne and looked down at the other eight Knights remaining. All proud, all ready to serve and purge the human scum from the Digital World. All truly Royal Knights in name and all…
-
One week earlier…
Far away from Camelot, a shining city of grace enhanced the highlands it bestowed its blessings upon. Shining towers rose into the heavens, connected by sparkling rainbow bridges, gold, silver and other precious metals forming intricate and beautiful sculpture from the very buildings. This was Avalon, seat of the exalted Council of Avalon, the peaceful rulers of the Digital World.
But this was a council now worried for their world. A malicious crusade had been declared, arms turned on those who meant no harm and now action had to be taken, action that had never been declared against the guilty party in the very millennia long history of the world. Always the guilty party had been trusted allies, the bringers of justice and peace, a voice of true holiness.
But now the Royal Knights were the enemy of peace…
Within the highest tower of Avalon waited the Council of Avalon. The noble eight, the highest order of the land, the true rulers of the Digital World.
“It cannot be ignored,” the noble Sei-Ryujin the Azulongmon boomed, his blue body crackling with lightning and his presence filling the air with the tang of ozone “the Royal Knights have gone too far with these senseless attacks on the Tamers. Action must be taken!”
“I am in agreement,” the exalted Goldramon Ahura Mazda said sincerely “the Royal Knights cannot be allowed to wantonly slaughter the Tamers in the absence of wrongdoing. Their actions are immoral and they must be brought to justice.”
“Perhaps… the Royal Knights are justified?” Loki the KingEtemon suggested snidely “after all, these… humans are indeed arrogant. They show no respect for the delicate balance of our world. Perhaps their removal is for the best.”
“Silence, trickster!” snarled Ishtar the Magnadramon in an uncharacteristically sharp tone “nothing justifies such wanton slaughter from our noble Knights, and you would do well to keep your tongue behind your teeth before we see fit to remove it!”
“Ishtar is correct,” Maccan-Dagda the Susanoomon thundered at Loki “the actions Artorius is commanding are impossible to justify and the Knights have taken a path we cannot allow. Action must and will be taken to bring them to justice.”
“But can we survive without the Knights?” Indra the Anubismon pondered “they serve as our greatest weapon, and many evil Digimon quake at the thought of facing them in battle. If we remove the Knights, then we would lessen our own authority upon the world. While I agree that their actions are immoral, we must consider the effect that bringing the champions of the meek to justice will have upon those under our protection.”
“Indra, whose side are you on?” Angra Mainyu the Megidramon growled “the Knights have wronged us with their arrogance. Thus we shall strike them down with all the power vested in us to keep peace in this world!”
“Calm, Angra Mainyu,” Amun-Ra the Varodurumon said wisely “do not let your temper cloud your judgment. I do not see sense in assailing the Knights, yet neither do I interpret their arguments as necessarily just. I cannot agree either way just yet.”
“Very well,” Sei-Ryujin said “we are decided with four in favour, three undecided and one against. We will assemble a group of Digimon able to bring the Knights to justice…”
-
One week later…
The streets of Avalon were bustling. Many Digimon filled them, bartering for goods, chattering to friends and generally behaving as expected in such a holy place, a seat of civilization.
Moving through the bustling throng were three Digimon who drew the gazes of all they passed. They were renowned for their prowess in war, their skill in bringing to justice some of the worst evils to threaten the benign rule of the Council of Avalon.
Bedivere Stormheart the Slayerdramon, resplendent in his pale blue armour and royal crimson cloak, the exalted blade Fragarach possessed by all of his kind sheathed at his hip, moved through the bustling crowds with an air of humble nobility, avoiding the gaze of those around him. His draconic helm shone in the brilliant light and his piercing eyes fixed straight ahead at the tower of the Council of Avalon.
Beside him walked his sister, Guinier the AeroVeedramon, her crimson wings folded to her sides, claws grating against the stone of the path and cobalt scales glorious in the light of Avalon. Unlike her brother, she was curious and basking in the attention, eyes flickering around the crowds.
Finally walked a dark figure, clad all in black and silver, garments woven of feathers. A silver falcon graced his arm and a sword was sheathed at his hip, a crossbow slung across his back. A black visor masked his eyes while a helm like an eagle’s head covered his head but for his face. Caradoc Stern, son of Caradoc Stern the Elder strode briskly beside his comrades (though friends might have been applicable) with a grim look on his face, hands barely avoiding gripping his sword or crossbow.
“Loosen up, Caradoc,” Guinier chided “you look like you’re made of wood.”
“Do I?” Caradoc asked, looking at her briefly.
“Yes, you do,” Bedivere answered “don’t worry. It’s only the Council of Avalon.”
“Only you could ever say that so lightly,” Caradoc muttered “only the war hero Bedivere Stormheart could ever say those six words lightly.”
“Caradoc, you have nothing to worry about,” Guinier said “what’s wrong? Why do you look so grim?”
“Because I’ve heard rumours,” Caradoc replied “there are whispers that the Royal Knights have turned against the Council, and that the Council are forming an elite team to take them down. I’m thinking that maybe we’re part of that team.”
“The Royal Knights turning traitor?” Bedivere said with an air of disbelief “that would never happen. They’re the Royal Knights, Caradoc. Knights don’t turn on their allies.”
“Not all Knights have the same respect for chivalry you do, brother,” Guinier chuckled “it’s entirely possible that the Royal Knights have turned against the council.” Her face turned slightly dark and grim at these words.
“They’re the Royal Knights!” Bedivere protested as they stepped onto the final bridge leading up to the great tower of the Council of Avalon. The three continued this banter until they stepped back onto solid stone and were confronted by a muscular WarGreymon guard, who raised his Dramon Destroyer gauntlets at their approach.
“Who approaches the Council of Avalon?!” he called to them.
“Bedivere Stormheart, Guinier Stormheart and Caradoc Stern,” Bedivere answered “we were summoned by the Council.” The WarGreymon nodded, lowering his gauntlets as he looked them over.
“So you’re Bedivere, eh?” he said “I must confess, I have heard much of your exploits and I am rather impressed. Not many could hold back three Diaboromon with the skill and conviction you displayed.”
“It was a battle I remember well,” Bedivere replied “the beasts were indeed a challenge worthy of a true knight. What’s your name, soldier?”
“Drachna Voltanis, sir,” the WarGreymon replied “some of Gurnal. I served in battle against the demons Gulfmon and Murmuxmon under the command of Michael Ya’Hisrael.”
“A mighty conflict,” Caradoc said softly “you should be proud of your service there.” Drachna gave a nod.
“Aye, a mighty battle,” he said “but we broke the backs of those demons and cast them back into Hell where they belong.”
“Shouldn’t you guys save the old war stories for after we meet the Council?” Guinier sighed at Caradoc and her brother.
“Indeed,” Caradoc said “Drachna, take us to the Council.” Drachna saluted and led them through the doorway, passing between two more guards, this time a Golden Rapidmon and Ravemon. The two let their comrade and his followers pass before stepping forwards to take Drachna’s position at the gate. The WarGreymon continued to lead Bedivere, Guinier and Caradoc until they came to a great golden doorway, with intricate tracery upon its surface forming majestic imagery of knights and dragons.
“The Council are through here,” Drachna spoke, stepping aside to let them to the door “I hope your meeting goes well.” He saluted them before marching back along the passage from whence they came.
The golden doors opened before them and the three stepped into the great chamber. Its walls stretched up to the very peak of the tower, its expanse great to allow for the size of the Council members. Bedivere, Caradoc and Guinier beheld seventeen other Digimon standing in the chamber, mostly of humanoid stature and average size for Mega Levels, though the exceptions consisted primarily of a towering HerculesKabuterimon, an Archelomon and a bestial Cerberumon.
The three stood beside these seventeen others as the Council came into appearance, light shining from their forms.
“Greetings,” Sei-Ryujin boomed, his form lit with azure aurora “we have summoned you as there is a matter we require your aid to assist with.”
“Indeed,” added Ahura Mazda serenely “the twenty of you have been selected for your past displays of skill in warfare and in most cases…” his eyes flickered to a GrandisKuwagamon standing beside a VictoryGreymon and Paildramon briefly. “Your clear respect and devotion to the laws of our land, as well as your fine moral standings.”
“Are there any among you who do not know of the Royal Knights?” questioned Indra quietly. None confirmed this; the responses were generally shakes of heads and other such responses. “Good, as I expected you have all heard of the Knights. That will save us a great deal of time.”
“Good,” Loki chuckled “I hate long talks. They bore me.”
“Silence, Loki,” Maccan-Dagda said good-naturedly “we have important issues to concern ourselves with. Now, I trust that you may have been hearing rumours of a schism between us, the Council, and the Royal Knights?”
There were many nods and a few gestures of disagreement.
“Unfortunately,” Ishtar sighed “these rumours are the truth, of sorts. The Royal Knights have seceded from our authority and laws for their own misguided beliefs. You see, a few months ago, as you will undoubtedly know, humans began to enter our world from another. At first, all seemed well. We sent emissaries to these Tamers, and their intents were peaceful. They merely wished for some space of their own to settle down and form their own communities, perfectly reasonable wishes. We were prepared to grant them these requests.”
“Unfortunately,” Amun-Ra said “things were not so simple. Lord Artorius, the commander of the Royal Knights, came to us demanding that laws and sanctions be placed on the Tamers, but we refused on the grounds that these demands were unreasonable. Following this, Artorius declared war upon the Tamers, after which we took the decision to command him to stand down at once. He ignored that command and declared the Knights free of our authority on account of the fact they believe their actions are in the best interests of the Digital World.”
“Now the Knights are striking at the Tamers wherever they find them,” Angra Mainyu growled “and we have voted to act. We have summoned you, the greatest of our warriors, to join forces with the aim of bringing the Royal Knights to justice for their actions. We believe that of all Digimon within our sphere of influence, you alone will be able to perform such a task.”
“We do not ask this of you lightly,” Ishtar said softly “the Royal Knights are the mightiest of warriors. They have centuries of experience in warfare, and their power is almost impossible to overcome. However, we cannot allow this madness to continue. The Tamers are growing disillusioned of all Digimon other than their partners, and should the Knights continue this Unholy Crusade, then the tensions will erupt into a full-scale war between humans and Digimon that would ravage the Digital World for years to come. This must end now.”
“We have called for your aid,” Sei-Ryujin spoke “we chose you for your feats of arms, your former actions, your bravery and conviction in battle. Together, you represent our one chance of stopping the Royal Knights before our world is plunged deep into war. Bedivere Stormheart the Slayerdramon. Guinier Stormheart the AeroVeedramon. Caradoc Stern the Valkyrimon. Thor Odinson the Imperialdramon. Svarog Gilgamesh the Apollomon. Michael Ya’Hisrael the MagnaAngemon. Samael Cain the Beelzemon. Gigas Kranatos the HerculesKabuterimon. Pinocchio Marion the Puppetmon. Tyr Koenig the VictoryGreymon. Khrepius Aeolus the GrandisKuwagamon. Pyra Torren the Paildramon. Trowa the Cannonbeemon. Duo the Gaiomon. Lucia the QueenChessmon. Kame Kouken the Archelomon. Kole Sterj the Piedmon. Galic the MachGaogamon. Dunkelheit the Cerberumon. Azur the WereGarurumon.”
“Our world needs you,” Ahura Mazda spoke wisely “will you answer the call for aid?”
“I shall,” Bedivere said, stepping forwards and drawing the Fragarach before kneeling before the Council of Avalon “I pledge my blade to this cause, though I must battle those I aspired to equal in chivalry and greatness. By this oath, I swear to you that I shall not rest nor falter until the Royal Knights have been brought to justice.”
“I stand with him,” Caradoc said, stepping forwards beside his ally and kneeling as well “the Knights shall not drive us to war.”
“You have my help,” Guinier spoke, kneeling beside them.
Slowly the others all in some manner pledged their allegiance to the cause, some clearly more willing than others, though all in the end accepted the duty of stopping the Royal Knights.
“Good,” Angra Mainyu snarled “so we have a team. Now all that remains to be seen is if we got the right team.”
“With all due respect, are you for this mission or against it?” Amun-Ra sighed “all we really need now is a name for them.”
“How about Knightslayers?” Loki suggested.
“We aren’t killing the Knights,” Bedivere retorted.
“Avalon’s Knights?”
“Not all of us are Knights,” Caradoc replied.
“The Avengers?”
“Who would we be avenging?” Guinier questioned. Loki gnashed his teeth in frustration.
“Warbound?” he snapped.
“They are not entering a war;” Maccan-Dagda laughed “let us for now name them… the Peacemakers. Their purpose is to uphold peace, thus they shall be named Peacemakers.”
“The Peacemakers…” Bedivere murmured, trying it out “I like it. It fits us.”
“Then it is decided,” Ishtar spoke with a hint of joy in her voice “they shall be known as the Peacemakers, the ones empowered by the Council of Avalon to preserve our peace.”
“Where do we begin our task?” Caradoc asked.
“We have word that the Royal Knights have dispatched two of their number in addition to a group of Knightmon to assail a small camp of three Tamers near Camelot,” Sei-Ryujin said “your first task is to defend these Tamers from the Knights and bring them to Avalon, where they will be under our protection. Even the madness that seems to have gripped the Knights will not allow them to throw aside all sense of strategy; they know they cannot challenge our force at their current strength.” Bedivere nodded.
“We shall leave immediately,” he said, turning to do so “with me, Peacemakers!” Though some followed grudgingly, they all followed, ready to uphold the very laws of the world and prevent the apocalyptic war between humans and Digimon that threatened. They strove to end the threat of the Royal Knights and deliver justice. That was what they had come together for…
(From now on, just essentially post us 'in transit' to the Tamer camp. It's to give each other a feel for how all the characters act, as I find that often what is written in the personality section of the Sign-Up pales in comparison to the actual character being written. Once everyone or at least a good majority have posted, I'll begin our battle against Sir Dagonet, Sir Bors and the Knightmon brigade.)