Ambrosia_64
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A century ago, the Kingdom of Rionheart was a center of learning and religion, drawing scholars and the righteous from all corners of the world. King Richard ruled with a steady hand until his death, passing the crown to his pious son Roland. None were so great a man as the just King, his sense of justice and his holiness serving his people well.
But a darkness began to creep into the edges of his lands, and one day as he was hunting, Roland was attacked, startled from his horse by a dark rider wielding an ebony sword. At the point of his near murder the fair sword maiden Adeline Songsword intervened, the barefoot girl wielding a powered sword of her own with an ancient elven name, beating the darkness back with it's magical light.
Roland had found his champion.
Knighted and given a small parcel of land, Lady Adeline became a famed paladin known across the land for her beauty, her loyalty, her strength and wisdom-serving as Roland's right hand woman and general to his armies. She served unfailing for several years, unaware Roland's mind began to descend into dark madness, that he began to suspect even she of treachery.
Forging a dark pact with an evil entity, Roland sealed the holy warrior away for all eternity in a crypt said to be so dark and so deep within the earth, none shall ever find it. In the lady knight's absence King Rionheart began to torture and murder his own people, finally dying of pestilence a mere five years after her internment.
The legend of his madness lives on, as does the myth of the righteous, unknowingly betrayed loyal warrior-tales of her beauty, her wisdom, her battle prowess-Adeline the martyr and unfailing servant, Adeline, bearer of the magical sword, Adeline, said to be not murdered, but frozen in unending sleep for all time, waiting to be called upon, to lift up her sword in the name of Rionheart once again.
Little did the world know the myth was less a myth and more fact. In a cavern on the outskirts of a frozen wasteland, deep within the earth was a large boulder blocking what appeared to be a small tunneled entrance to a frozen lake. The dazzling, icy water played light across the walls, a shimmering sword sheathed in the rock at one side, the clear glass orb on the end of the pommel reflecting that shimmering light. The sword could not be lifted from the rock-it seemed impossibly heavy, strange yet pretty elven scroll work down the length of the blade. If one were to shift their eyes into the pool of water-one might be startled to see a woman caught in the rock beneath the shallow surface, seemingly resting!
The rock had somehow grown around her slender form, the light blue, long dress shifting lightly in the water's rippling movements, her dark, midnight hued hair caught in a braid that floated slightly as well. Her hands were caught in the stone, a band of it across her slender waist that grew along and across one shoulder to trap her there, her feet bare.
She was beautiful, her muted skin and fringed lashes, the small nose and full lips, the prominent cheek bones and the slightest, barest hints of points to her ears lending to the notion she was of elven ancestry, even if she herself were not full blooded. A silvery inked tattoo delicately curved around one almond shaped eye, the curves and curly cues seeming exotic all their own.
She mesmerizing, and strangely-seemed to be alive down there!
But a darkness began to creep into the edges of his lands, and one day as he was hunting, Roland was attacked, startled from his horse by a dark rider wielding an ebony sword. At the point of his near murder the fair sword maiden Adeline Songsword intervened, the barefoot girl wielding a powered sword of her own with an ancient elven name, beating the darkness back with it's magical light.
Roland had found his champion.
Knighted and given a small parcel of land, Lady Adeline became a famed paladin known across the land for her beauty, her loyalty, her strength and wisdom-serving as Roland's right hand woman and general to his armies. She served unfailing for several years, unaware Roland's mind began to descend into dark madness, that he began to suspect even she of treachery.
Forging a dark pact with an evil entity, Roland sealed the holy warrior away for all eternity in a crypt said to be so dark and so deep within the earth, none shall ever find it. In the lady knight's absence King Rionheart began to torture and murder his own people, finally dying of pestilence a mere five years after her internment.
The legend of his madness lives on, as does the myth of the righteous, unknowingly betrayed loyal warrior-tales of her beauty, her wisdom, her battle prowess-Adeline the martyr and unfailing servant, Adeline, bearer of the magical sword, Adeline, said to be not murdered, but frozen in unending sleep for all time, waiting to be called upon, to lift up her sword in the name of Rionheart once again.
Little did the world know the myth was less a myth and more fact. In a cavern on the outskirts of a frozen wasteland, deep within the earth was a large boulder blocking what appeared to be a small tunneled entrance to a frozen lake. The dazzling, icy water played light across the walls, a shimmering sword sheathed in the rock at one side, the clear glass orb on the end of the pommel reflecting that shimmering light. The sword could not be lifted from the rock-it seemed impossibly heavy, strange yet pretty elven scroll work down the length of the blade. If one were to shift their eyes into the pool of water-one might be startled to see a woman caught in the rock beneath the shallow surface, seemingly resting!
The rock had somehow grown around her slender form, the light blue, long dress shifting lightly in the water's rippling movements, her dark, midnight hued hair caught in a braid that floated slightly as well. Her hands were caught in the stone, a band of it across her slender waist that grew along and across one shoulder to trap her there, her feet bare.
She was beautiful, her muted skin and fringed lashes, the small nose and full lips, the prominent cheek bones and the slightest, barest hints of points to her ears lending to the notion she was of elven ancestry, even if she herself were not full blooded. A silvery inked tattoo delicately curved around one almond shaped eye, the curves and curly cues seeming exotic all their own.
She mesmerizing, and strangely-seemed to be alive down there!