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About me ~~Bowing, I gesture to a chair, pour you a goblet of my finest wine, draw the curtains, and lower the flame in the lamp.~~ 'Are you comfortable?' I ask. ~~smiling~~ I am Pantheis, your host. I was recently Knigted by Lady Avengelyne, Queen of Decanter, as a Dark Knight to her Inner Circle. And I am greatly honored. Lady Avengelyne, is my Queen, and the most important person in my life. My King is Lord Vampire X, and the Kingdom is Decanter. It is my job to protect, with my life if need be, my Queen, my King, and Decanter, for I have sworn an oath of fidelity to do so. 'Wait a minute!' you say...'Vampire?' Yes, ~~smiling~~ Vampires,,, in fact many Vampires. My Queen and King are Vampires, as is many of the Knights of Decanter. You see, Decanter is a realm of Vampires,,,,, I eat, sleep, drink and ride with Vampires, I rub shoulders with Dragons and Nymphs, pass the time of day with a Sorceress or a Wolf, play chess with Elves practice the art of swordmanship with Warriors and Fairies. You see, they are my friends, I trust them. But I must add, ~~smiling~~ I do keep an eye on some, as only they, know thier true intenions. .. Here is a list of my friends, from ah,,,,, Shangri-La and the Castle!!! Do feel free to drop in and meet them, If they like you , they may ask you to stay, ahh,,,for dinner of course ~~smiling~~ At this point, I'd like to interject this. Decanter has split. My Queen and King have gone their seperate ways, she to develope a Kingdom called Eden, and he is still King. I chose to follow my Sire, Queen Avengelyne, but soon left her and Eden to roam the barrens of North America. I have since returned and now follow the leadership of Lord Vampire X. My friend list has shrunk conciderably since I made this decision. ~~Shrugs with a smile~~ Oh well. Queen Avengelyne,,,,,,,,,,,,,,The Queen of Eden and still a good friend my Sire.. Lord Vampire X,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, My King and Grandfather. Lord Borak,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,A very long time friend. Bjork,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Someone who will aways be special to me. ~~smiling~~ Some thing from a more violent time in the past...... The Defence of Decanter: An hour before the first light of dawn, We are awakened by a call from the last guards song. Rolling up my bed roll, splashing cold water on my face, My page has my breakfast, I eat and I pace. As I eat my meal in the cool morning dark, I think of the coming day, with a weight in my heart. Three days of battle, I'm so tired and sore, My meal has no taste, I can't eat anymore. The banging of armour, as my page helps me dress, Caressing my rapier, I admire its finesse. In the first light of day I pull my gaunlets on, Borak, my brother in arms, is singing a song. I smile, take a breath, and look all around, At the twelve thousand men that's holding this ground. Each will forfeit his life, in a cause that he see's, To defend Decanter, King Vampire X, and Queen Avengelyne. We knights mount up and form in lines fifty deep, Our war horses eager and spirted from a good nights sleep. The infantry and archers take up their positions, as the flag and standards, signal their intentions. The horses prance. The dust devils dance. The field of battle churned. The hearts of young knights yearn For the maidins in the Castle they may never see again, There minds brought back as the attack begins. The horns begin to blow from here and afar. In one flowing motion our knights advance to their call. Horses blowing, tensions growing, we begin our charge. Their lines come straight to ours, their number are large. Standards flagging, horns blowing, we meet the invaders. Lances pointing, horses running, we meet the cursaders. The first wave of knights meet with a ear shattering crash, Lances broken, men falling, sheilds and swords seem to flash. The yelling of men, in a spirit de corp. The ringing of sword, as I cut into a jambeau. My shield is hit by the blow of a mace, In the slits of his helmet, I put my sword in his face. Spuring my horse into a white clad foe, His steed buckles and falls from the oncoming blow. Once on the ground, he is clumsy in his suit of steel, As my war horse tramples him, I feel new zeal. Off on the left flank, I see the infantry advance. The enemys lines, give a faltering dance. Sir Draigen, my commander, signals another charge, Their archers put on us a heavy barrage. Hours have passed, but there is no time for counting. The dead and the wounded in the field keep mounting. Our lines meet again, with unthinkable force, I'm thrown from my saddle, at the feet of my horse. As trained, he stands fast, protceting me wise, The wieght of my armour, I'm unable to rise. Two brother is arms, arrive to help me back on my feet Back in the saddle, into battle we go, feeling the power of my steed. Crashing, ramming, we push the invaders to the sea. Hacking and whacking them, Lord Borak and me. Their lines fail, they turn to run. There's no where for to run, under the sun. We kill the last man, he was brave to last, Lowfyr finished him off, now he's past. Lord Borak and I, we are glad to be done, Victory tastes sweet, when you have fare won. Riding back to the Castle, with banners aslappin' The tales that we'll tell, not to be braggin' Seeing our Castle, I feel grand and serene, Back to Decanter, King Vampire X, and my Queen Avengelyne. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And who am I??? ~~smiling~~ I am Pantheis, I'm a mere mortal. Past the prime of my life, no longer blessed with the strength and speed of youth. But I have something youth does not have,,,,experiance, shrewdness, and cunning. I have no special powers, or gifts. I can sense trouble before it becomes noticable. Only because I've caused enough trouble in my day to not notice it. And what do I look like? I'm not a handsome dashing Knight in shining armor. Under six foot, stocky, built low to the ground, I am deliberate in my movements and my speech. Long unkept brown hair, a reddish brown beard and green eyes. My teeth are bad, and I have many scars on my body and face. No not handsome. My most endearing quality, so I've been told is my smile. ~~smiling~~ As my drink of choice, I prefer koumiss, a fermented mares milk. My two life long friends are Lucas, my double edged rapier, and Some, my none eating steed, my war horse. The armour I wear is old, worn smooth till it shines, and is well dented. | ||
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