As the legend has been told Sir Cyrus was the greatest Knight in all the Western Realms. All of the Lords and Noblemen of the Western Realms looked to Sir Cyrus for his leadership and protection. In an earlier time Sir Cyrus would have been a King, a mighty King he would have been. The days of Kings had passed nearly a century before the rise of Sir Cyrus, when the final corrupt King was chased from his castle and into the Eastern Swamps never to be seen again. The Knightly Orders of The Land of Merek, held council in a grand affair on the outskirts of the deserts of The Rising Sun and vowed that a single man would never be allowed to rule Merek from that day forward. There would never be another King of Merek. Instead the Noblemen of the four corners would rule their
own lands and the Knightly Orders would be their protectors.
On the very night the Great pact was sealed a Gnarled old Warlock stooped over his scrying bowl and proclaimed the Prophecy of The Blue Star. The scribe who recorded the Gnarled Warlock’s prophecy died at the break of dawn consumed in a ball of fire. Only the Warlock knew the answer to what was truly on the scroll. It was a spell of great power and through the sacrifice of the Scribe, who copied it, gave the ancient one new life. However, it was only by the coming of The Blue Star that the ancient one could be released. For that, the Gnarled Warlock would need a Knight and no ordinary one would suffice, it had to be a Knight that was worthy of becoming a King.
The Gnarled Warlock waited for a very long time to utter the great curse on the only Knight who could complete the spell. He traveled to all four corners of Merek searching for the Knight in his long ago vision and then the time had come. The day was bright and beautiful when Sir Cyrus happened upon the Gnarled Warlock down by a stream in the Western Pass. The Gnarled Warlock offered Sir Cyrus an exceptionally brewed wine of rat, snake and bats blood in
appreciation for his protection. Sir Cyrus, being a proper Knight accepted the wine and proposed a toast for prosperity. As Sir Cyrus drank deeply from the wineskin, the Gnarled Warlock uttered the incantations from his prized scroll.
Sir Cyrus lashed the wineskin to his saddle and bid the old man “good day.”
The Gnarled Warlock sat heavily on a large stone and watched the mighty Knight ride off into the distance. In anticipation of something the Warlock had seen long before he smiled a wide gap toothed smile, and just as the Knight crested the
hill The Mighty Blue Star appeared in the Northern sky and Death followed in its
wake.
own lands and the Knightly Orders would be their protectors.
On the very night the Great pact was sealed a Gnarled old Warlock stooped over his scrying bowl and proclaimed the Prophecy of The Blue Star. The scribe who recorded the Gnarled Warlock’s prophecy died at the break of dawn consumed in a ball of fire. Only the Warlock knew the answer to what was truly on the scroll. It was a spell of great power and through the sacrifice of the Scribe, who copied it, gave the ancient one new life. However, it was only by the coming of The Blue Star that the ancient one could be released. For that, the Gnarled Warlock would need a Knight and no ordinary one would suffice, it had to be a Knight that was worthy of becoming a King.
The Gnarled Warlock waited for a very long time to utter the great curse on the only Knight who could complete the spell. He traveled to all four corners of Merek searching for the Knight in his long ago vision and then the time had come. The day was bright and beautiful when Sir Cyrus happened upon the Gnarled Warlock down by a stream in the Western Pass. The Gnarled Warlock offered Sir Cyrus an exceptionally brewed wine of rat, snake and bats blood in
appreciation for his protection. Sir Cyrus, being a proper Knight accepted the wine and proposed a toast for prosperity. As Sir Cyrus drank deeply from the wineskin, the Gnarled Warlock uttered the incantations from his prized scroll.
Sir Cyrus lashed the wineskin to his saddle and bid the old man “good day.”
The Gnarled Warlock sat heavily on a large stone and watched the mighty Knight ride off into the distance. In anticipation of something the Warlock had seen long before he smiled a wide gap toothed smile, and just as the Knight crested the
hill The Mighty Blue Star appeared in the Northern sky and Death followed in its
wake.