One Last Knight. A Series of Short Stories.

Hey folks!

Welcome back to the gates of Enverdolmal, I hope that you all have been well.

Pardon the lack of content as of late, I have been a bit busy with the O.J.M. series, my poetry, and just life in general, but I have some stuff for you all!

I have been working in Character dives, and I will drop them all in batches so that I can get you all caught up before the next few chapter parts come out/are written. 

I know that I am a bit behind, and for that I am truly sorry.

There are a total of just under 75 characters lbvs, and of that number, 49 have had their character dives posted and/or updated.

I have a list of 23 that still need to be done, and that number may be a bit low!

I will try to stop adding new characters, but no promises.

There is a lot of story left to tell, and man, oh man will it get deep.

I want to thank each and every one of you deeply for the support and continued loyalty.

Just this week One Last Knight rolled past the 48.19K mark! Can you believe that!?

With an additional 38.88 Views over in the Spanish Reades side, and an ADDITIONAL 971 (Hundred) Views on the newly posted German Readers page!

I love you all.

Consensually, of course!

I will see you all back here soon enough, yeah?

And off we go!

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"The shape of you. Part 1 & 1.5."

Name: Zandara.

Species: Changeling (Elf/Human defect.)

Class: Wizard Assassin.

Age: ????.

Nation: Luzu. Crater Coast Collective/Grootawe.

Weapon: 6 Enchanted Eagles Eye Combat Chakrams.

Origin:

A Changeling born into abject poverty in the dark and dank seaside dorpie of Luzu.

Her mother died in childbirth, leaving her alone with her father.

Her Father left her on the steps of an orphanage due to her glowing orange eyes, and the lack of sound that she made.

As a child, she didn't talk.

She didn't seem to like any of the many foods that were offered to her: none but the meats.

She couldn't be bothered to bathe, yet strangely she never really needed it.

She wore hardly any clothing. Ever.

The orphanage had tried everything that they could before they decided it would be best to call in outside assistance.

From Suidelain came the High Clerics and with them came some of the best antithetical minds in all of Enverdolmal.

They all had a study of the strange and unworldly girl.

They quickly deduced that she was a child of the Aether.

A Changeling.

Her fate was a rather sad one.

She would never know her own true face or form, as her blood was over-saturated with Aether. Any physical features that she did have were nothing more than a loose mimic of someone who she had crossed paths with. Nearly all of this was done subconsciously, with little that she could do to stop the urges that came with the subtle shifts. She would have to learn to live with urges and physical attributes that were not her own, but shards of the people around her.

To this day, no one can truly explain why the "Changeling" phenomenon happens as it tends to. However, studies have shown that approximately 80% of known cases are observed to have an Elven/Human parentage, with the other 20% of cases having at least one parent of Human origin.

After many years in the orphanage, and just as many years of abuse at the hands of the staff who feared and hated her, Zandara left on her own accord.

But not before she killed all of the staff in the home and burned nearly a quarter of the town to the ground.

She took to the road and wondered, changing and blending as needed while also picking up on hundreds of different skills, and an immeasurable pool of knowledge. Her travels eventually led her to Lustria wherein she had heard tales of a "Wandless Mage." whom it was said could use both Low and High magics without an artifact. She learned through her many skills, that he was not only talented beyond what she had heard, but a loner as well.

She became obsessed with the very idea of him.

His would be the perfect life to absorb.

His body.

His mind.

His world.

HIS would become HERS.

Blending in with little effort, she lived among the people around him. She studied the boy for at least a decade before the night arose that she would finally make her move.

Update!

And on that night, she made her move.

She hadn't planned on adding any unnecessary causalities to her long list of lives already taken, but the squad of Lustrian Lancers who had decided to crash her party...well, wrong place, wrong time.

She had waited, and planned, and manipulated, and more, and she was ready.

This was her night.

A sliver of her...no, a sliver of someone who she used to be, had wanted to give the group of Law Elves a pass.

She was not that person anymore.

Whoever that person had been.

And besides, they had made their choice, knowingly or not, when they had chosen not to just ignore the stupid little smoke shop.

She could and would wait no longer.

Lysin's body and life would be hers soon enough.

Just as soon as she could get past the last of the Lancers, that is.

Abilities:

-Shape-shifting to nearly any humanoid form just as long as it is bipedal in nature.

-Expert hand-to-hand combatant.

-High Aether resistance.

-Master Chakrams combatant.

-Can expand and shrink her Chakrams, as well as alter their weight.

-Wand spells: General object alteration. (Example: bringing inanimate objects to life temporarily, or turning one thing into another temporarily.

-A range of combat spells.

Stats:

Strength: 6/10.

Stamina: 7/10.

Aether: 8/10.

Agility: 9/10.

Intellect: 7.5/10.

Dexterity: 8/10.

Resilience: 7/10.

Resistance: High: 8/10. Low: 9/10.

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"The shape of you. Part 1 & 1.5"

Name: Jedfey Obot.

Species: Elf.

Class: Soldier of the Lustrian Lance. Lieutenant.

Age: 240 HLS - 60 Elf Years.

Nation: Eastern Lustria.

Weapon: Lustrian Steel Lance with built-in Aethereal shield.

-Short sword & buckler.

-Multi-use knife.

-Aether Limiter.

Origin:

Jedfey Obot was bullied as a child.

A lot.

He grew up in a less prestigious part of Eastern Lustria, in an area where the Lustrian Lance and its lawful influence could hardly reach…

Among the poverty he grew to be strong and resilient in nature, both coming to terms with his lot in life and becoming brooding and bitter from it at the very same time. This was until his life was saved in a dank, dark, back ally by an Officer of the Lance, from a trio of blade-bearing kidnappers.

From that day on, he vowed to join the Lustrian Lance at the first chance he could, and once he had accomplished that, he worked his way up swiftly from Soldier Private to Soldier Lieutenant in record time.

Lieutenant Obot is known to be emotionless, dictatorial, and a hyper-realist. But most would agree that he is overall fair in his judgment of criminals and the like.

His one true peeve being those who partake in reefer.

He and Lysin have a strange and ongoing revelry, with one being an accomplished man of the Law, and the other a rather reputable man of Magic.

Update!

Within the span of a few seconds, Lieutenant Obot's life -and those of the four Elves who were under his charge- would be forever changed.

His soldiers had been taken by surprise by an unknown individual's relentless assault, an assault that had been pulled off not only by what appeared to be a single individual but a coward as well.

Those fine Elves who had been cut down this night had been expecting nearly anything but this...Assassin?

The veteran Lieutenant had very little time to digest what was happening before the threat that had just murdered four of his Soldiers was upon him.

Little did this "threat" know, he was no average Soldier. 

Abilities:

-Master weapons combatant.

Sword/Shield/Lance/Knife.

-Light Spells (Spectrum not Weight)

He can boost his natural stats with Aether.

-Large Aether pool.

-Can share his Aether with "Attuned" Soldiers.

Stats:

Strength: 8/10.

Stamina: 6.5/10.

Aether: 9/10.

Agility: 7/10.

Intellect: 8/10.

Dexterity: 8/10.

Resilience: 8/10.

Resistance: High: 8/10. Low: 9.5/10.

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"The shape of you. Part 1 & 1.5"

Name: Porubus.

Species: Elf.

Class: Soldier of the Lustrian Lance. Second Lieutenant.

Age: 160 HLS - 40 Elf Years.

Nation: Eastern Lustria.

Weapon: Lustrian Steel Lance with built-in Aethereal shield.

-Short sword and buckler.

-Multi-use knife.

-Aether Limiter.

Origin:

Clean cut, precise, and highly educated.

Porubus grew up in a manner and life style that was very much the opposite of his Commanding Officer. His family was exceedingly wealthy, having invested in the Lustrian lumber trade for centuries before his own birth.

Porubus had no ambitions to climb the ranks with the Lance.

He needed no money.

He sought no recognition.

He just genuinely loved what he did from day to day.

Being nearly half the age of his C.O, he viewed the Elf as a heroic and strong figure and he had come to idolize him in his youth. This idolization did inspire him so, and it lead him to later join the Lustrian Lance and dedicate his life to the greater good of his Kingdom.

But alas, the word is to "Never meet ones heroes"

And it was a bit more accurate than Porubus would have liked.

While many of the tales of bravery and measured feat that he had heard about Obot as a child were very much true, in his adulthood, he had come to see conversely just how… embellished some of those tales had really been.

After many a decade of service under the Lieutenant, he had come to recognize the type of Elf that he would like to be, and the type that he would avoid letting himself become.

Power only corrupts those without a stable moral compass.

A wild and fateful night outside of an up-and-coming reefer dispensary would forever change his view of both the world, and his duty to his Kingdom.

Update!

Porubus was one of the four Elves who were struck down and subsequently killed in an ambush outside of The Esteemed Smokin' Bloke, Tiggy's reefer dispensary by the Changeling Assassin Zandara. 

A pair of her lethal chakrams had slipped up and passed his guard before he could properly react, and before he could divert his lance to deflect the pair that had similarly risen to take the life of the Soldier to his immediate right. 

His life had been ended so quickly and violently, that he had no idea that he was actually dead.

Nearby, a necrotic and rotten rat scurried forth to partake in a quick and unseen nibble...

Abilities:

-Earth spells.

-Expert weapons combatant.

Sword/Shield/Lance/Knife.

-Grounded: Can increase his own mass by 3 fold.

-Stone form limbs: Can harden his limbs to absorb physical impacts in emergent situations.

Stats:

Strength: 7/10.

Stamina: 7/10.

Aether: 7.5/10.

Agility: 7/10.

Intellect: 9/10.

Dexterity: 7.5/10.

Resilience: 9/10.

Resistance: High: 6.5/10. Low: 7/10.

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I hope that this is enough for a few days, I'll be back with more soon enough.

Once again, thank you all for your time and energy.

It means the world to me, you know?

You all keep me going and going lol, and soon enough, we will be heading in to the PART 2's!!!

Can you believe that?

I will see you all back here for the next thrilling chapter part or set of character dives!

Till then, safe travels folks.

And as always:

Stay safe.

 Stay healthy.

 Stay vigilant. 

-Redd.