[hr][h1]The Knights of Maceron[/h1][hr] 


It looked as if the knights were beginning to take control of the situation. Some held the chains tight, restricting the wights' movement. Others walked forward with large metal shields locked. Slowly, they pushed the chained wights back away from the city center. Sir Fallon trotted around the square on horseback, shouting out commands to the other knights. He walked over to where Kane and the statue of King Draco held off a large group of wights. 

"Great Jessup's ghost," Fallon shouted! "That is miraculous! Even the statue of our dearest sovereign ruler is assisting us in this altercation! Praise Ma'el! No ethereal apparition can overwhelm your glorious military!" Fallon's words excited the crowds at the fringe of the city square. Citizens of the town cheered as the knights pushed back the hordes. "Now keep shoving back," Fallon shouted! "We'll push this decrepit lot all the way back to the necropolis from which they originated! For Talbor!" The crowds cried out "For Talbor!" The banging of shields could be heard from some of the knights. 

As the knights reached the streets at the edge of the city square, however, the tables quickly turned. The rows of knights stopped in their tracks. The wights began to push back, hundreds of feet all moving at once. The knights began to skid and slide backwards towards the square. City guards flew from nearby to aid them, shoving behind the knights to increase the pushing power. The wights were undaunting in their resilience and unmatched in their strength. The rows of knights began to slip and slide backwards. A few fell to their backs and were walked over by the skeletal beasts. The wights returned to exactly where they originated from and then stopped. Fallon's wide smile dropped immediately. He looked nervously at the crowds. They looked on from the sides of the square, their mouths agape. Most were quiet. A few groups of adolescents cheered the wights on. 

"All is well, folks," Fallon said. "We, the Knights of the Ram of Talbor, will remedy this situation! I ask that all onlookers return to their homes now, in the case that our efforts to protect the city resort to violent means." He nodded to a few knights. They sheathed their weapons and began to walk towards the civilians. 

"The knights will escort all of out out of the square and back to your homes," Fallon said. "Everyone have a safe and harmonious evening!" The crowds of onlookers began to clear. Fallon dropped down from his horse. He spat at the ground and cursed quietly. 

"Gods! Ma'el," he muttered. "What do we do about this?" He looked up and cried out. A wight stood not six inches from Fallon's face, staring him in the eyes. He realized that the creatures' jaws were now mouthing a different word. They no longer said "go to Maceron." They now said: 

"Quorum."