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The Green Knight



"Forgiveness," the Green Knight answered piercing the unnatural silence that had once more overtaken the forest with the sound of his voice. For even Harald Silvertongue had kept his peace during the knight's deliberation and fear was still evident in his ashen features. Whether his fear grew from the sight of the the ancient tree or the dead forest the Green Knight knew not, but he nonetheless welcomed a reprieve from the old bard's never-ending questions and insolent comments about the foolishness of seeking out a talking tree. It bothered the Green Knight more than he cared to admit, even to himself, that knowledge of the Tree of Kimash had apparently faded into memory. For if men no longer recalled one of the most ancient messengers of the gods, what else had been lost?

Bowing his head low, the Green Knight addressed the ancient tree,"I have come to seek your council, much has changed since I last walked these lands and I fear that a great deal of it has been for the worse. Tell me friend, what ill has befallen Ansus?"

Deep within, the Green Knight braced himself for words full of woe and doom. His mood was already dark, the dead forest spoke of foul, dark things and he was not subject to the foolish hope of lesser men. Yet, beneath his skin, he could feel the radiating warmth of long since forgotten rage stirring. He would not stand still and idly accept the desecration of Tavra's forests, no, a reckoning was at hand, judgement would be delivered and he would once more stalk the lands claiming the hearts of the unjust.

The rough face carved into the very bark of the Tree of Kamish began to move once more, twisting and turning and opening and closing its eyes and mouth. It was surreal enough for The Green Knight to see such an unusual phenomena of nature, Harald Silvertongue was lost for words. Everything about the tree was arcane and mysterious, from the leaves that were starkly different from those of its peers, to the smooth, almost soft bark that lined the entire thing. 

"Forgivness... friend...." it began, speaking in familiar tones of thundering depth. 
"The riddle... has been... solved... 
The man... wishes to know more...
About... the evil... evolved... 

For... when the... great flames...
Are... withered and... dead...
So will begin... his terrible games... 
When... the world... hangs by... a thread...

A King... in Black...
Shrouded... in night... 
The world... will be his.... to ransack...
And for... you.... to fight...

Fear... the... starless skies...
And fear... the King's... great lies....
For... you... will come together... the mighty... and the wise...
Or this world... will suffer its... final demise..."

"Grim words you speak," the Green Knight replied making no effort to hide the concern he then felt. Memories of times long past assailed him, stories of ancient evils long forgotten returned, and he remembered. Warnings fearfully whispered in the dark came back unbidden to his mind and a name unspoken taunted him with promises of ruin.

It was then at last that Harald Silvertongue found his tongue and shouted with a heart full of newfound dread as he stepped between the knight and the strange tree,"It can't be -- A king...in Black -- NO! I do not believe it! The tree lies! Do not listen to it! The forest is corrupted and lost! We must flee and seek shelter in the cities of men!"

"Silence, you fool of a man!" the Green Knight roared in turn, the swift strike of an armored gauntlet in the air silencing the grizzled bard mid-sentence and sending him ducking for cover. Yet, when the spoke again, there was a softness to the knight's voice and the menace emanating from his form had dissipated. "This is not the time for fear nor the place for tears, old man, we no longer have the luxury for such things."

Returning his attentions to the still living tree and drawing nearer still, the Green Knight whispered in a tongue long lost from the memories of men,"Who are these mighty of which you speak? Who are these wise men that I should seek? Where do such heroes yet reside? When brave deeds once more must the fate of Ansus decide?"

The tree, for a very brief moment, said nothing. Silence reigned in the forest save for the gentle breeze sailing through the trees, and the pounding breath of Harald Silvertongue. It was perhaps thirty seconds or more until the face upon the tree jumped back into motion, its thick, barky lips beggining to move once more.

"Beyond... death... and the... grave...
Yours and others... souls... he saved. 
Mighty... and wise... roam the land... 
Knowing not... the danger... at hand... 

Find Ansur... Find The Skyplitter... 
Find the... Rampart... The Witch of... the Winds... 
The Mountain Wolf... The Beast of the... Forest... 
Find... The Trickster's Child... And... The Dark Prince...
The Dragon Blooded... The Mighty Spear... The Kingmaker... 
Find... The Iron-Toothed Lioness... The Starsword...

These Mighty... Men and Women... Hail from tales... 
Of times... long past... 
Like you... they wander... and walk... the trails...
Of Ansus... Unite these souls... Unite them fast..." 

"Alone I will not wander, these heroes I will seek, I will not forsake my oath and what was once perfectly divine," the towering knight finally replied, his fists clinched in anger and fury, eyes sorrowfully searching the ancient tree that was all that remained of the once great forest. "However, old friend one last question I must ask you, what of the gods? What of Tavra? I feel an emptiness within my heart, yet it is not death that has claimed her just charges, no, it is much worse than that."

Godless... is the... world...
Since his... rage... was unfurled...
They fought... for a day... and a night...
A battle... between... wrong... and right...

They could not.... defeat... the beast unknown...
Andurias... was finally... ripped from... his throne...
He was... desecrated... like swine...
His wings... torn from... his spine...

Tavra... fought long... and hard...
Until her... very soul... was shattered... and marred...
For she too... could not hope... to fight... 
Against... the beast... that swallowed... all of the light...

Trodden... into the... ground...
Her greatest... champion... was bound...
Like... all of her... sisters... and brothers...
Who... called upon... others...

Now you know... why we cannot... rebuild...
Now you know... how the Gods... were killed...
Now you know... what the world... does lack...
Champion... Hail not the King in Black.

With a final rasping breath the tree of Kimash then fell silent and was once more lost to its ancient slumber. Shrouded in the darkness of night the Green Knight remained in silence for the better part of an hour, unmoving, and lost to his own thoughts. Anger overwhelmed him, hatred took root in his heart, and he wished only for revenge, for death, for the chance to claim the head of yet another monster. Yet, sorrow awoke him, ancient memories restored him, and his oath bound him. He would not falter, he would not break, and he would not kneel for yet another corrupted monarch. Beyond himself, the Green Knight could hear the fearful mutterings of the old bard cowering next to him, the angry words shouted at the now dead gods and the sad lamentations that Harald spoke about the doom that the small fellow now perceived had claimed him.  Nodding to the now silent tree, the Green Knight turned and made to leave the forest.

"Wait!" He heard Harald Silvertongue shout, finding the man racing after him, trying his best to match his long steps. "We're doomed that much is clear, but you'll not be leaving me in this dead place."

"Do not despair Silvertongue," the Green Knight replied, his voice sharp as steel and full of fire. "We shall find these heroes of which the tree spoke and then we shall seek out this villain, this usurper, this monster who shrouds himself in black. Come of it what may, I'll have his head."

<Snipped quote by Vigfast>

It is the stuff of legends. Seriously. Had she kept her hands to herself, she'd likely have never attained the level of infamy she did. What a world, right?@Corvidae

I wrote this in her honor to point out the error of her ways:

Now, let me tell you the tale of Crow, 
The greatest temptress that Ansus will ever know! 
So many ladies she did debase,
that the virtue of the lands were left in dire straits.
She slept with commoners in the streets, 
She bedded nobles between the sheets,
She stole the honor of untold princesses,
and yet she forsook all manner of princes.
A queen she claimed,
leaving a Kingdom's honor stained.
They say she loved any women of beauty,
and forever sought fresh booty.
She traveled Ansus from coast to coast,
saving fair maidens from their chaste oaths.
The supreme lover,
and bed shaker.
Beloved by women,
from earth to heaven.Harald Silvertongue

So basically, if Crow's "in heat," she could tell upfront that Altim's gay as hell?@ravenDivinity

Haha, sort of?

We're dealing with signal ratio theory here, so basically all the research shows is that women nearer to their ovulation (peak fertility) are more accurate (than chance) at detecting the sexuality of men based on seeing pictures of their faces alone. So I mean, it's pretty good, but it's not as if the women in the studies are pushing 90% accuracy rates on average.

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