Remember my first fanfic My Life as a Snarbolax? Well, when we last left off Snarby and his friends (along with Morpheus) were turned from wolvers into knights. Now, they must train and become strong so they can beat Maulos.
Before I start with the story, I have a few words to the people that submitted characters that turned into knights:
ALL CHARACTERS MUST HAVE THEIR FUTURE 5* GEAR (except for helmet) AND WEAPONS BEFORE I START THE STORY! This means that all people who submitted an application, and it is in the story right now, has to state the 5* gear that they want.
Chapter List:
Chapter 1: http://forums.spiralknights.com/en/node/75188#comment-654568
Chapter 2: http://forums.spiralknights.com/en/node/75188#comment-910354
I stood up, examining a red banner. The banner had a triangle on it, with words on each one.
“The three tenants of knighthood”, Morpheus said when he saw me staring at the banner. Morpheus is this old knight who seems to know everything. I looked down and saw a picture of some sort of bird by what looks to be a house. I glanced up to see a tall figure almost bump into me. Luckily, he looked down at the last second.
“Oh, hello little one”, the mysterious figure said. He was wearing a green robe and hat with a light on it. The strange person continued.
“You seem to be lost. Are you?”, he inquired.
“Err..yes, I don’t know where I am and then this tall person looked at me and my friends and started yelling at me,” I replied sheepishly. I glanced at Morpheus and my friends. Morpheus seemed to be chatting with them. The figure cleared his throat. I looked back at him.
“Yes, I can see that you and your friends aren’t from here. This is Haven, and I’m Basil, a clockworks traveler,” Basil explained.
“But who was the guy who yelled at me?,” I asked.
“That tall knight was Lieutenant Feron. He has always had a temper ever since he arrived here,” Basil changed the subject, “You look like you need a weapon? Do you?,” he asked.
Wow. I’ve never used a weapon before. All I was used to was claws and teeth. Now that I’m a knight, I guess I need something else. I nodded in agreement. Basil pulled something out of a backpack. It looked brown and had a point on the end. Basil spoke.
“This is a Snarble Barb. A barb pulled from one of mythology’s greatest creatures. The Snarbolax.”
Basil went on explaining what the Snarbolax was and how it died, and how he came across this blade. He gave it to me and said a few words.
“Use this with caution. This blade has been known to posses its wielder.”
Well I’ve been known to be a risk taker. I thanked Basil and went back to my friends.