Excalibur(Guess what's getting a reboot?.....)

Clockwork Terminal CT2 01:50

Two knights walked through the enclosed space of the Terminal. One was in a Fused Demo Suit and a Plate shield with a Proto Crest valiantly glowing green, unlike his morose red eyes. The other was clad in Wolver, hiding his eyes in arrow slit eyeholes.

The two were in total silence as they walked to Basil. Basil however, was not.

“Can you hear him?” He questioned. He then grabbed the Bomber by the arms and shook him violently. “Can you hear him?!”

The bomber’s reaction was of disgust and removed himself from Basil’s grip.

“Basil. Are you alright in the head?” The bomber responded.

“That Gremlin! This monster has been terrorising this Terminal! I am practically on my wits end here!” Basil’s voice was getting higher in pitch and was more urgent. “Listen! Shhhhh.”

He pulled the two to his chest to listen despite the grunts and movent of struggle.

“Tee hee hee…” A high pitched voice squeaked. “I have waited too long for blood.”

The Wolver was calm. He was too calm. “Basil, Listen.” His voice was filled with urgency. “On the count of three you run to the elevator.”

“Why not us Matt?” the Bomber questioned.

“Atrum, we protect Basil as he goes. We will fight.”

Matt signalled with is fingers.

Three. Sweat glistened on the brow of Atrum.

Two. Matt grabbed his Tempered Calibur with an iron grip.

One. Basil ignored the signals and ran. He started screaming in several different tongues. Suddenly, a Striker cut through the air like a hot knife through butter, jamming the lift just as Basil pressed the button.

“Yummy prey!” the voice screamed like he was on helium.

CRASH!

A deranged Gremlin with a red robe revealing his mad, red eyes and his sharped-tooth mouth with crimson foam dripping from his mouth jumping from the roof of the depth.

“Kzz No Zark!” the gremlin shouted in its tongue. A bolt of purple, demonic lightning shot through his red shard Ratchet wand. The bolt breezed past Matt and the hairs on his coat pricked up with glee.

”He must mean something to do with static bolts. No, ion. An Ionic Bolt! I never seen that before--”
Matt was interrupted in his thoughts by Atrum pushing him out of the way from an overhead Ratchet Wand smash.

“Why are you idling?” Atrum demanded angrily. He then charged up a Twisted Spine Cone and watched it impale the madgremlin.

“Is that all you got?” he replied smugly in Cradlelian before coughing up blood. He licked his lips and taunted. “Arus knows everything. You are a bunch of bastard dogs!”

Matt shot two blasts at Arus before holstering his Super Blaster. Arus dodged it without even thinking and jumped over Atrum’s Twisted Spine Cone blasts with ease.

Atrum grimaced and charged a cocktail of status bombs, making Arus fly off burning, slow down like time replayed, spazm like a maniac, nausea, before freezing in mid-air as he tried to lunge at Matt.

The two high-fived in their supposed success before noticing that Arus wasn’t freaking out like normal. They were bemused.

Arus closed his eyes and focused yet jittered slightly.

“Ar tic Vesuvius! Mecdind! Huurrraahhggh!” as he finished, the ice broke, the other status effect wore off like a remedy pill and he healed in an area marked with the Gremlin insignia.

The two knights were goggled eyed in amazement. Even Basil stopped panicking to look at this magical marvel.

Snap!
The striker broke in half and in a fury of sparks and flames, the Elevator platform sprung up in the air and Basil went up the shaft while screaming if fear and shock.

“Holy Momoni!” the duo exclaimed in sorrow.

“While basil is probably safe…” Atrum continued morosely

“…We are trapped with a psychopath.” Matt finished. They both turned towards the dribbling Gremlin who was smirking with pleasure.

Awesome. :)
Oh yeah, I have some SCREWED UP news to tell you all.
You're all GOING TO die! :) Have a nice day!

I realized I'm not that good at making spiral spy scenes

@Fallenhope Looks good to me!

@Jmtheawesome Yay! Wait, what?

Finnally. Well, I guess a good story takes time.

Woah...Creepy...

/stares intently at screen.

Whatever you do,
Wherever you go,
All I want,
Is for you to know,
Barred windows and locked up doors,
Gaurds of all kinds and many mores,
It matters not if you live in a castle,
So please, just save me the hassle,
Instead for me to get to the beat,
Tie yourself up and lay in the street,
For you know very well nothing can stop..
It's time for dinner.. *slop* *slop* *slop*

...Wut?

that's kind of creepy.....

It's so beautiful!

bump

72 hours until next chapter.

who're you?????

Lordvesuvius is Atrumvindex.

Atrum? What happened to your other account?

I just changed my fourm name with a new newb account. My original account(Atrumvindex) is still playable. Like Bigfootm changing his/her name to Chrono-Chaos on the fourms.

Ingame, I am still Atrum.

Less than 48 hours till posible chapter....

I like the name atrumvindex better.....

I wanted Vulcan. But I like to test run this name.

I got to do that to mai name.

Different name
Same face

Better hope that Plate Helm does it's job.

'cause apparently, Jm didn't get much to eat.

*looks at the wall Jm is usually chained to*

Whoops, he escaped.

And look a random letter!

Q

And a NOTE!

High C

And a Messege inscribed in blood!

Blood
I will take one of your souls and use your controlled body to kill everyone else.. Your timer starts after you finish this sentence
Blood

Jm taught me puns. :3

mhm. Should I be running? 0_o

Yes you should..
*Readies Strikers and carving knives*

*licks the dripping blood from both of them*

*Readies to pounce..*

ALSO..
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT..

Always remember to brush your....

HAIR!

0_o *Pulls out Leviathan blade*

Half term will be frenzy post mode!!!

Being 13 is a pain in the ***.......

wow....... being 2 years older than you feels wierd.....

After a while on sk you start to think everyone playing is the same age.......

Iron edge arena: Furious Struggle D14 CT2 19:45

The candle flames dimmed until pitch black darkness remained. Two small figures walked into the third room. One was clad in a jelly set brandishing a Shocking Edge. His colour of his eyes was disguised by the thickness of the hot pink, slimy helmet.

The other was inexperienced and unprepared. He wore a Sallet and Brigandine with a golden, royal hue. His eyes were a brownish-ebony that were hidden in his jet Black skin. He held all proto weapons and the shield that fit with his gold hue of his armour.

“Arthur?” the Jelly knight questioned. “You ready?”
The rookie shrugged. “Sure. Why did you even invite me to Tier two even though I haven’t even gotten to Moorcroft Manor before Mordocai?”

Mordocai didn’t reply but just tapped his foot on the Party Button. I should just hurry up before some Devilite snipes me. Arthur thought. He sprinted calmly to Mordocai’s position.

CLANK! The gates closed, preventing any escape as the creature spawned all at once. Every single wave swarmed like hornets around the duo with scowling faces.

“This shouldn’t be happening…..” Mordocai mumbled as he took in the events of this queer enigma. He looked into the throng of monsters: furious Fiends, tinkering Gremlins of all types, Feral Beasts, Unholy crowds of Undeads, automated automatons and hive-minded Slimes all had a grudge against them.

The rookie ran head first into the incomming Wolver, barely grazing the canine. Mordocai released a blast of yellow elecricity ,and fired a blaster shot, scattering a group of gremlin Menders over the safety rails.

“Nice one!” Arthur complemented as he threw a proto bomb into a blast cube, for an effect of a chain explosion of globs of nitroglycerin that stuck onto other blast cubes. “Move back!”

The two Dived down as a flash of hellish light blinded everyone in the vicinity. A third of the swarm were obliterated into ash.

“Move it Arthur! Don’t stay here! Go up!!” Mordocai barked. His voice was layered with worry and concern.

“I am not leaving you! We stick together!” Arthur replied in a churlish attitude.

“You’re bleeding!” Arthur glanced on his side and noticed a pool of cobalt liquid seeped from his armour. A miniscule, shadowy tendril dropped from the gaping wound.

“I have found the targets and is now going to assassinate!” a shadowy voice echoed through the skydome. A splopping, hissing sound came and a deviite poped out from a shadow of a deceased worker. Its features were hidden in shadow.

Arthur fainted and Mordocai picked him up. Why did I bring you here!? Mordocai thought morosely.

“AAAGGGHHH!”

A scream was heard as the shadow devilite shot shadow tendrils from a small pistol. They pierced through the crowds and diverted their attention from the two knights.

“Call me, Gnihton,” he shouted as he phased into a shadow of a devilite before popping up at high speed through a Trojan, taking its appearance ,save for the now shadowed features. It used a purple blade, that was once in the ownership of a phantom, and viciously cleaved the throng.

“Why won’t it work!” Mordocai grunted in fustration as he pressed Arthur’s warp buttion to haven.

SMASH! Glass flew from a vial of a purple substance. The crowds of monsters went wide eyed before a commotion of fear took hold inside the room. Screaming, crying and grunting was heard as a stampede of organisms ran away from Gnihton. Some fell through their deaths jumping off from the saftey rails, others went over the gates.

“No survivors,” the shadowy shape shifter muttered as he released a swarm of tendrils into the stampede, morphing him to a shadowy, tall, lean, shapeless creature and impaling several gremlins. The tendrils reacted with the Deconstructor bombs and released millions of explosions, decimating everything except the two knights and the assassin.

“Now then, onto the targets,” Gnihton proclaimed as morphed into a humanoid form and raised the sword at the two.

“LEAVE US ALONE!” Mordocai screeched madly and released two explosions of yellow lightning at the shape shifter. He simply side stepped from the blasts and suddenly dashed at Mordocai and smashed his sword into Mordocai.

“Hisssssss…

Gloop fell from the knight’s forearm as his shield melted like a waterfall. He grunted in a rage and shot several bullets at the enigma, but missed its target as Gnihton sank into his shadow.

Silence.

A woosh was heard as Gnihton appeared as Arthur and injected a blueish-greeen liquid into Mordocai. Mordocai went limp on the floor.

“His armour has some sleep resistance. I must hurry.” The killer pondered. He picked up Mordocai and kicked the bleeding rookie of the rails.

Just then a trojan knightmare fell through a hole at the top of the depth and with a deafaning thud, it landed on the freefalling Arthur before they both fell through another hole to the next depth.

“Odd….” Gnithton muttered.
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HALF TERM FRENZY CONTINUES SOON!

Horay! Awesome chapter!

...Is it my turn next? :D

I frankly don't see the role in this story, just to put your other one on a hiatus.
Seriously, stop. It's not funny anymore.

^

A FLOP?!?!?!?!?!

HOW DARE YOU!!!!

THAT PIECE, EVEN SO A COUPLE CHAPTERS....

WAS COMPLETELY AWESOME.

HOW DARE YOU CALL YOURSELF A FLOP.

CONTINUE THIS STORY?!

WE ARE READING AND OR WAITING FOR NEW CHAPTERS.

C'MON ATRUM.

(Also, Iam, I didn't ask for the assistance)

You will never see me here AGAIN!

http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/Booloo/Bleach%20Motivational%2…

I am Atrumvindex's alt.

Currently, my secondary computer isn't allowing me to log on via facebook..............

But, I'm going to continue this fic as a reboot!

So now, I will restart the fic, the original drafts are still there, but, regard this post as the restart of this series.

I am still working on SotD.

In many orders, Almirian, Scarlet Aliance, Order of the Rose and the Spiral Knights, there are two swords. Swords that represent the universial meaning as a knight, the Calibur and Brandish. They will evolve. Evolve into weapons that burn, freeze, release shadows and destroy the unholy dead. There was one other one. One sword that only a chosen warrior uses. He has many names over the years, Exiledburn, Zanoth, Koran. But his title never changes, he is...

.......The fool, the hero of many open ended possibilities. A amn who risked his whole being for his cause. A man who forged the events of the knights. The man who shall make his final appearance, for the final battle. His identitly is lost, but will be recovered for this climax of history. He shall face the same monster who caused these events.

His brother, Mordred, reincarnated.

He will lead a band of knights, his round table, that will change the world for ever. Nine mistfits, monsters, abominations, heroes that will save their home with one sword. They call it...

Excalibur...

Moorcroft Manor CT2 01:30
Mystic walked into the gloomy lights of Moorcroft manor. The spirits that resided here floated aimlessly. Mystic walked up to the room where the Conjuring Kat practiced his arcane rituals. Ironic isn’t it that his title is the Conjuring Kat, yet he never conjures anything.

Mystic decided to talk to the Mewkat about this. As he walked down the corridor, he could here strange chanting in a native tongue. He felt hypnotized by the chanting and walked into the Conjuring Kat’s room, the source of the chanting.
Mystic decided to call for the Mewkat.

‘‘Yo! I need to talk to you about something.’’

He saw a different sight when he saw the Kat’s quarters. Instead of bones from skeleton, it was the remains from a defeated Trojan covered in Warp Dust. The Kat turned around freakily and whispered it catchphrase:
‘‘What dark ritual?’’

Mystic had enough! He summoned a swearstorm filled with vulgar words. ‘‘I can’t take this anymore! You never do anything!’’ He seemed to be too annoyed to even understand the concequences of his outburst.

Mystic then made a cat face and mimicked the Kat. He shouted the catchphrase and then laughed at the Kat’s face.
Mystic then didn’t think this through as then the Conjuring Kat’s face went pale and enraged. It started chanting again, this time with more focus. As this happened, the materials from the Trojan swirled around Mystic, turning into dust. A blast of white light exploded, blinding everyone in the premises.

Mystic screamed. The materials fused into his skin and burned like acid. His skin and armour turned into stone and he grew tremendously. His eyes lost his colour and narrowed and darkened. His head transformed into a stone horse head and his shield became like guardian. His strained voice deepened and the morphing finished and Mystic, once a knight, was now a Trojan Knightmare!

The Kat looked at him in a cute manner.

‘‘Have a nice trip!’’ He exclaimed as the floor opened beneath him and fell down the depths, screaming.

*

The kat hovered to the reception desk, smirking. The worker looked up from her Log of occupants.

"So, is it done?" she asked curiously.

"Curiosity killed the kat," the other joked."But yes, the first member has been transformed."

The worker chuckled heartily.

The Conjuring Kat created a seal, showing several symbols. A green Shield seemed to glow radiantly along with a red Crown.

"It seems our timing was correct." The kat murmered.

"The king's in danger?" he other questioned.

"Yes, the king and Defender are like brothers. The defender is the older, more proective and the King is the more loving, unbderstanding one. Also he's the embodiment of the "Fool".

"Let's hope that they are safe...."

"Don't worry," he reassured,

"The prophecy will be fufilled."

The Gauntlet D14 CT2 01:45

The candle flames dimmed until pitch black darkness remained. Two small figures walked into the third room. One was clad in a jelly set brandishing a Shocking Edge. His colour of his eyes was disguised by the thickness of the hot pink, slimy helmet.

The other was inexperienced and unprepared. He wore a Sallet and Brigandine with a golden, royal hue. His eyes were a regal red that were hidden in his jet Black skin. He held all proto weapons and the shield that fit with his gold hue of his armour.

“Arthur?” the Jelly knight questioned. “You ready?”
The rookie shrugged. “Sure. Why did you even invite me to Tier two even though I haven’t even gotten to Moorcroft Manor before Mordocai?”

Mordocai didn’t reply but just tapped his foot on the Party Button. "I should just hurry up before some Devilite snipes me, Arthur thought. He sprinted calmly to Mordocai’s position.

CLANK! The gates closed, preventing any escape as the creature spawned all at once. Every single wave swarmed like hornets around the duo with scowling faces.

“This shouldn’t be happening…..” Mordocai mumbled as he took in the events of this queer enigma. He looked into the throng of monsters: furious Fiends, tinkering Gremlins of all types, Feral Beasts, Unholy crowds of Undeads, automated automatons and hive-minded Slimes all had a grudge against them.

The rookie ran head first into the incomming Wolver, barely grazing the canine. Mordocai released a blast of yellow elecricity ,and fired a blaster shot, scattering a group of gremlin Menders over the safety rails.

“Nice one!” Arthur complemented as he threw a proto bomb into a blast cube, for an effect of a chain explosion of globs of nitroglycerin that stuck onto other blast cubes. “Move back!”

The two Dived down as a flash of hellish light blinded everyone in the vicinity. A third of the swarm were obliterated into ash.

“Move it Arthur! Don’t stay here! Go up!!” Mordocai barked. His voice was layered with worry and concern.

“I am not leaving you! We stick together!” Arthur replied in a churlish attitude.

“You’re bleeding!” Arthur glanced on his side and noticed a pool of cobalt liquid seeped from his armour. A miniscule, shadowy tendril dropped from the gaping wound.

“I have found the targets and is now going to assassinate!” a shadowy voice echoed through the skydome. A splopping, hissing sound came and a deviite poped out from a shadow of a deceased worker. Its features were hidden in shadow.

Arthur fainted and Mordocai picked him up. Why did I bring you here!? Mordocai thought morosely.

“AAAGGGHHH!”

A scream was heard as the shadow devilite shot shadow tendrils from a small pistol. They pierced through the crowds and diverted their attention from the two knights.

“Call me, Gnihton,” he shouted as he phased into a shadow of a devilite before popping up at high speed through a Trojan, taking its appearance ,save for the now shadowed features. It used a purple blade, that was once in the ownership of a phantom, and viciously cleaved the throng.

“Why won’t it work!” Mordocai grunted in fustration as he pressed Arthur’s warp buttion to haven.

SMASH! Glass flew from a vial of a purple substance. The crowds of monsters went wide eyed before a commotion of fear took hold inside the room. Screaming, crying and grunting was heard as a stampede of organisms ran away from Gnihton. Some fell through their deaths jumping off from the saftey rails, others went over the gates.

“No survivors,” the shadowy shape shifter muttered as he released a swarm of tendrils into the stampede, morphing him to a shadowy, tall, lean, shapeless creature and impaling several gremlins. The tendrils reacted with the Deconstructor bombs and released millions of explosions, decimating everything except the two knights and the assassin.

“Now then, onto the targets,” Gnihton proclaimed as morphed into a humanoid form and raised the sword at the two.

“LEAVE US ALONE!” Mordocai screeched madly and released two explosions of yellow lightning at the shape shifter. He simply side stepped from the blasts and suddenly dashed at Mordocai and smashed his sword into Mordocai.

"Hisssssss…''

Gloop fell from the knight’s forearm as his shield melted like a waterfall. He grunted in a rage and shot several bullets at the enigma, but missed its target as Gnihton sank into his shadow.

Silence.

A woosh was heard as Gnihton appeared as Arthur and injected a blueish-greeen liquid into Mordocai. Mordocai went limp on the floor.

“His armour has some sleep resistance. I must hurry.” The killer pondered. He picked up Mordocai and kicked the bleeding rookie of the rails.

Just then a trojan knightmare fell through a hole at the top of the depth and with a deafaning thud, it landed on the freefalling Arthur before they both fell through another hole to the next depth.

“Odd….” Gnithton muttered.

Atrum. Thank you for continuing Excalibur :DD

:D

Wolver Den: Raving Rabids CT3 05:00

Two knight-like figures free-fell through the Artificial sky, barely aware of the situation.

Mystic was the first to fully awaken, noticing that he was normal!

He could feel his hood flapping in the air, his skolver coat heating up due to their speed.

"Wha!?" he pondered as he noticed a golden Proto knight he was laying on. He then noticed the ground rushing towards him.

“NO!” he swore, grabbing the knight and rolling himself into a tight, protective position.

”NO! WHY NOW!? DAMN THAT KAT!” He panicked as he waited for the inevitable….

A sharp, gravel-like pain flared up in his body, he stretched and grew.

THUNK!

Mystic didn’t feel anything. He opened his eyes and un rolled. He saw the knight was unscathed, waking up groggy. Mystic looked at his hands, noticing his body has morphed.

”My God. I’M A TROJAN AGAIN!”

The knight peered at Mystic, at first in fear, but then in understanding.

“You saved me from dying, right?” he questioned understandingly. His voice was quiet and is skin was pale, most likely from a congealed cut which came out of his thigh.

The Were-Trojan responded ,“Yeah, I did. But I don’t always look like THIS”

As if by magic, mystic morphed back to his knight form.

The knight smirked weakly. “Never seen a Were-Trojan before. The name’s Arthur, what’s yours?”

“Mystic.”

“So now what?”

Mystic tried pressing his return to Haven button, then realising that it was short-circuited due to the blast at Moorcroft. He noticed that Arthur’s was scratched and sparking.

“Let me check the elevator….” Mystic responded, before noticing that the map said something unsettling.

The depth was out of rotation.

“We’re stranded, aren’t we?” Arthur realised coolly.

“Our crash must have attracted wolvers….” Mystic realised, before drawing out his DA. He gave Arthur a Health Capsule. “This should stop the bleeding for a bit. We need to find civilisation or a way back to haven…”

“I would like to fight, but…” Arthur muttered, showing his shattered proto weapons. He then felt something in his scabbard. Pulling it out, he revelled in happiness as the sword was like a distant memory.

“Mordocai….”

It was Mordocai’s yellow Shocking edge….

Arthur picked himself up and got into a stance.

“Here they come…”

Wolver Den: Raving Rabid CT3 05:15

They never stopped coming.

The wildlife first came in small groups, however, soon they started overwhelmed them in an unlimited legion of beasts.

Wolvers, Bull Chromas, even wild Snipes and Cattle!

Mystic was working as a normal knight, but then he started shifting form. At first it was an advantage, but soon they figured how he worked, charging at his back, and then dog pilling him as he switched.

Arthur was doing better. He was slicing with the edge, taking them down, yet when he thought was has able to win, a splash of Mad Milk stunned him into a gremlin’s corpse.

An explorer’s remains. It was rotting, dusty and held a Katana-like Calibur.

He felt dazed, and hin a act of defence, grabbed the Katana and cut at his attackers. He then felt a sharp pain as the Wolver reopened his wound and infected it!

He tripped, poisoned onto the ground.

It was all over. No more…

AWHOO!

A deep how resonated from the background and a weird Snarbolax charged though, followed by a White-furred Wolver who shinned radantly.

“I’m boned, ain’t I?”

He may have been hallucinationg, but they transformed into Knights!

The once clad in Skolver picked up the now-knight Mystic. The other was in Snarbolax, with Green eyes and grabbed me.

“Hey X!” the Skolver hollered at the Snarbolax knight.

“Xeris.” X responed.

Xeris lowered his Hood “Should we take them to camp? It seems too crowded at the moment…”

X lowered his gaze at Arthur. He seemed to have something Sparked in his eyes.

“Take him.”

Arthur was confused in his last moments before losing consiousness…

Wow i cant believe this is back again!, besides, how did it got graveyard anyways....

I only picked a few characters staying in the reboot.

Others will not appear.

But I AM asking for new characters.

Name:

Gender:

Equips

Race:

Bio:

Keep it balenced.

Name: Excalipoor

Gender: Male

Equip: Way to the dawn, Spiral Sallet and Cuirass.

Race: Spiral Knight

Bio: Excalipoor is by nature a Guardian, although because of this he tends to drive himself over his limit, wearing himself out. He is also (As far as he knows) the only spiral knight that can wield a Keyblade for some unexplained reason.

Name:spook

Gender:male

Equips boosted plate mail

Special talent can poses objects

Race: spookat
Bio A normal spookat was born in the candlestick keep. He soon developed a grudge against the knights after they destroyed his home. While scrounging for parts to fix his home he came across a suit of armor finding it here angered him because of the knights carelessness he was quite angry and channeled his power he soon learned he could poses objects. He now useses his power to destroy knights and avenge his home and family.

Other facts. doesnt like water and enjoys using a varietie of weapons

I should just remove teh original APPS.......

?????????????????

I could feel a sense of weightlessness as I floated through a blank canvas of a world.
I could feel, see, hear or smell nothing.
A sense of calm dulled my mind as I travelled into nothingness.
As I floated, I could see patches of colour morph into a picture, a picture that felt nostalgic. I felt it as I sunk into it. It was inky, cold and heavy. I gasped and watery air burned my lungs. I opened my mouth and screamed silently as I drowned into this world.
‘‘HELP!!!’’ I could only think.
“AAAA-”
*
“AAAAA!” I screamed as I woke up in a cramped area. It felt cold and metallic, as I bounced off from the furniture inside it. I tripped onto the ground and finally realised my surroundings.
I was in some kind of camp, a fire emanating to the left of me, the area I was in was an escape pod.
For a second I couldn’t remember why I was there, then it hit me like a tidal wave.
The crash.
The painful memories flashed back to me like a jackhammer, the hustle of panic, the crashing, the explosion, me staggering though fields of green and marble. The last memory was the worst.
Creatures of grey, three venomous eyes , their oily breath kicked as I was being crowded, yet a figure in pink, he was slicing at them!?
As I pondered over this relevation, HE Came.
The same figure in pink looked sleepy as he stared at me, worrying, then relaxing.
“I see the Newb has awakened,” he smirked.
”Did you save me?”
“Erm….” I could only say.
“I saw you outside the camp being attacked by some Retrodes” he commented, having that same worried look. “I see you’ve recovered. The name is Mordocai, Engineer of the Skylark. Well, FORMER Engineer of the Skylark,” He blushed.
“Arthur, Recruit of the Spiral Order, Stationed at the Ship Skylark!”
“So recruit Arthur, feel like going to where the Legends hang?”
I could feel that connection with him, a nostalgic bond I can’t place it to.
*
Mordocai was screaming.
For the 30th time, he had burnt his fingers with the soldering Iron.
I sometimes wonder what goes on in his mind that makes him so forgetful and unaware….
He seemed to had ignored the pain as he brandished his new, modified Shocking edge.
It seemed to look similar to a normal one, but had A second “Edge”, a longer blade, and was a sandy yellow.
“AT LAST!” he boasted in pride. “The Thunder Edge is finished!”
I was bored out of my mind. “So, what does it do?”
“It’s a 3* Edge weapon, can use Stun and Shock, and is a more powerful than before!”
Ever since arriving to the stranger populated town of haven, Mordocai was working on his weapon, at the risk of injuring himself several times.
“Wow!” I gasped. “So, how are going to take this thing for a test drive?”
I know the perfect place!” he was smirking. “They call it the gauntlet. Only one knight so far has completed it….”
*
As I “strolled” down memory lane, each memory becoming less painful than the last, I felt like crying, yet nothing came.
“Mordo……”
As I went to the next memory, my cheerful “Tears of Joy” disappeared quicker than it came, the pain becoming worse than ever, I could feel a shadow befall over me.
A grotesque creature of darkness, ink spilling magically from it, a grey menacing eye emerging from it, staring at me.
“Stop it, “Brother”.” It uttered cruelly.
“Wha?”
“Stop this quest if you want to live.”
“Who are you?”
“Stop it with the innocent act, we know you’re getting your group to fufil the prophecy.
“What?”
“STOP IT!” it screamed angrily.
Its tendrils wrapped round the me in absolute fury, light emanating from them.
“Kiz ro ka!” it chanted wrathfully. Bolts of lightning exploded from thin air, zapping me.
1000 bolts of lightning surged into me, like a combonation of Hornets, needles and fire. It was unbearable, even my attempt of distraction broke like bone to stone.
I then felt above the pain, patches of darkness obscuring my vision.
“AAAA-”

CT1 Gloaming Wildwoods:Lair of the Snarbolax 01:45, 3 months before Excalibur starts.

Who am I?I thought as I ran on all fours into the shrouded area whre the Snarbolax resides.

Am I cursed to forget everything I knew about my life? I only know the knights crashed here, nothing about my life. No birth , no family, nothing. I picked up my pace as I ran to the opening where the beast's eyes shone in the darkness. Now, I saw nothing. A dim, glazed eye poked through the darkness barely illuminating the body of of the beast.

I was bemused. The Snarbolax is dead! Despite being covered in a shroud of inpenetratble shadow, he had several brusises, scrapes and wounds. Its other eye was bleeding, no light shone.

What the hell!! What kind of monster could defeat it without stunning it! I don...

''Knights! We got to defeat this beast!'' A voice filled with valor shouted.

The voice intruded my thoughts a I knew I had to save them. I stomped firmly on the ground and started to exert my energy. Beast fir grew all over me. My wolver armour fused with me as I changed. My spinal column shifted and my hands morphed into paws. I howled in pain as the transformation finished. I sprinted to the battle site.
*

“Why are you slowing down!” a knight in a Divine Veil, Skolver Coat wielding a Grey Owlite Shield grunted in frustration as the Snarbolax Twins hounded him.

“Calm down Dusk!” A woman in a cobalt Dragon scale set with a prismatic flower and a military comlink screamed tearfully. “We are low in numbers and Mark is bleeding out!”

The Snarbolaxes were different and unique. One was ethereal and phased in and out at times. The other had spikes protruding from its left forearm, and the left hand almost looked like a thorn when held together. Its right hand was spiked upward like a spine cone.

“Come one squad! We need to defeat it!” Dusk’s voice had a strange feeling that make the remaining two knights feel energized, and assaulted the duo. The creatures felt excruciating pain as the three continued the assault and soon, the ethereal Snarbolax disappeared.

Dusk stood triumphant and was about to do the finishing blow until...
*

I paced my way through the undergrowths and saw some of the fight. A bleeding knight in Mercurai lay on the floor while the other two fought the twins. I noticed something about the spiky Snarbolax. It was becoming lenient, passive and wore fearful.

Wait, I heard some knights like me can transform into many beast sometime after landing on Cradle. So he must not be able to control it!” I snapped out of my thoughts and look at the sight. All three knights were looming over the single Snarbolax. I went into overdrive and morphed, holding my Final Flourish while I leaped to save the Snarbolax.
*

A knight in Skolver jumped out of the shrubs and thrusted his Final Flourish at Dusk. Dusk in an act of self-preservation, flipped out of the way.

Dusk screamed furiously “Are you sane!?” He started charging up his Archeron.

The Snarbolax stirred and shrunk in a explosion of darkness and knocked everyone out almost instantly. The Snarbolax reverted to a knight in Snarbolax and was groggy.

"Wha....?" he wondered bemused. He then noticed the main problem, the unconsious knights. The Mercurai knight perked his intrest. His bleeding wound was like a magnet.

"GIVE IN TO THE URGES!" a feral voice screamed into his ear. He could feel an invisible force trying to make him move towards the knights...

"NO!" he screamed, punching his temples. His eyes seemed tense for a moment, before claming down.

"Should I take them to camp?" he pondered out loud. He then looked at the Skolver knight.

"He seems, similar, an enigma?" he realised. "Yes, I should help him out, he may be helpful, but the others...."

He looked at the mercurai, before popping a red pill into his mouth, then taping a button on the knights wrist. In an instant, he dissapeared in a flash.

He then walked up to the second knight, and repeated the proccess. However, he tried warping Dusk, but the button didn't respond...

"Should I leave him here?" he questioned to thin air, then shouting, "I'M NOT SUCUMBING! I'll have to take him with....."

He hauled the two on his shoulders, and burrowed into the ever shifting ground.....

WAIT? Robert the rock jelly is not going to be in the story anymore!!!!
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Wolver Den: Raving Rabids CT3 07:01

"-AAAGGH!" Arthur screamed as he tumbled off the hammock, dazed.

He kept thrashing madly, until he was stopped by two ebony hands.

“Calm yourself, Arthur.” The green-eyed Snarbolax knight reassured Arthur.

“Wha….?” He questioned sadly…

“The name is X, pronounced Ecks.” He replied. “I saved you and mystic a while ago from those beast swarms.”

“Thanks, but where is Mystic?”

X rolled his eyes, annoyed. “My friend here Xeris, who is a fellow amnesiac, tooking, rambiling about ‘Teaching hime to control his morphs.” Lucky he is, not having this “Beast” inside you…” He muttered to himself.

“Amnesiac? Beast? What are you talking about?” Arthur questioned.

“Doesn’t concern you, just lie down and continue recovering from your poisoning. You were delirious….”

Arthur wanted to continue questioning him, but was carried easily by X back to his hammock.

”I wonder what mystic is doing? Surely not as bad as how we were before…..”

*

WHACK!

“DO IT AGAIN!” Xeris ordered angrily. He picked the now Trojan Mystic and kicked him in the spine, shattering his crystal yet again, reverting him.

Mystic panted, and swore vulgarly.

“If you want to be useful, you need to control your morphs. You’re not X, and I have been in your same predicament. Now hold in the transformation!” He barked as he noticed Mystic’s skin turning into a wet gravel-like colour.

For the last hour, Xeris has been cruelly teaching Mystic how to restrain his transformations. Every 15 minuets, he failed holding it in, resulting in a shape-reverting kick in his crystal.

Mystic grunted as the wet gravel discolour faded from him. “I’m starving, can we go back to eat?”

“Let’s see you hold it for two hours.” He said as he sat down. “If you can, you can then be able to stay normal for a extended time, THEN we can eat.”

As Mystic groaned stiffly in the clearing, Xeris could then think about himself….

“I wake up without a clue of what’s happening in my pod….”

“I enter the power generator by night…”

*
I, in my Wolver gear, walked in his thong of other newbies, near the battlepod station.

Everything seemed so blurry, I had a burning pain in my body after getting struck by a Retrode Beam.

The battlepod. My friends dead. A Gremlin Thwacker laughing smugly. Me drifting out of conscious...

Rage…

Rage!……

“AAGH!”

Sparks of wire, screaming, elevators…

*

Me in a pod….

Rhendon looking at me. I reassure him?

A new group?

Fire!

Same Thwacker…

EXPLOSIONS?

“BURNS!!!”

Everything’s black…

Something smells like wet dog fur….

Feron backing away?

*

Nightime…. Woods…..

Painful, popping sounds!

Force, revert!!

”AGH!”

*

“AGH!” Mystic screams, smoke is fuming from him like purple tendrils…..

“It’s Two hours!” he grunts, before releasing the barrier of morphing.

Xeris looked dazed, before looking at Mystic.

He seemed unsure. “Okay, try morphing back for fifteen minuets.” He said. “We’re taking a walk.”

*

Xeris looked at mystic, he seemed tired, but fine, apart form some smoke fumes.

“Now, continue these at least ten times a day, increasing the time limit every week.” He advised. “But, welcome to stage two. You have to try STAYING in the Trojan form for two hours, to stay, it feels like you’re releasing something inside. The pressure may increase, but that’s the challenge. Do these FIVE times while increasing it each DAY.”

Mystic gasped angrily, while Xeris just sat, thinking silently…

Gloaming Wildwoods: Lair of the Snarbolax D7 CT1 00:00………… Unspecified time before events of Excalibur

The the Knight clad in radiant Skolver looked out of place in the grimy, wilds of the Clockworks. He would had not normally returned to this area as he would be either raiding a ever burning castle or selling goods to other knights, but there was only one reason he ventured to the dark wildwoods.
He looked at his treasured pulsar, finely engraved with a simple message that made him smile warmly every time he read the text.

“To my beloved ..-”
A noise alerted him as six eyes stalked him. They gleamed with vermillion-coloured bloodlust as they eyed their prey.
He decided to get this over and done with, despite being an easy depth, the atmosphere was nonetheless creepy.
He finally reached and stood on the party button, brandishing his Final Flourish for the easy task ahead.

Or so he though.

*

He was beyond pain.
A slowly creeping wave of numbness swept in him.
He could only barely stand, like a hunchback, one of his arms shredded to flesh and bones. His pulsar was all but significantly damaged as only the remnants held the first few words of the sentence:

“To my Beloved ..”

He looked half-heartedly at the creatures ahead.
Two Snarbolax, both at their peak in their Third Tier strengths, looked savagely at their prey.
“WHAT!? the Blood-stained Skolver asked in absolute terror. “They stranded me here, destroyed my return to haven emergency button!”

He charged madly at the first snarbolax, only to be knocked back with ease onto the spires of thorns and bushes, pain flairing back into his nerves, like being struck by lightning repeatedly.
He crawled slowly and backed into the bells. The force seemed to be enough to shake it, as a high-pitched frequency shattered the extra sharp hearing of the Snarbolax, being ineffective to the Knight.

He stumbled as he weakly lunged at one of the snarbolax, impaling it in the eye, embedding the flourish in the center, killing it instantly. He was unarmed as the other regained its composure and dashed at him madly, enraged at the loss of its brethren.
The Knight staggered, trying to remember the purpose for his brutal death,
“Who is she?”
What’s the point of fighting for an unknown reason?”
“What’s your name?”
Suddenly, a memory of someone flashed in his mind for a brief Nano-second, before disappearing, forever.

“So, for her,” He uttered breathlessly, grabbing a bramble.
He limped hurriedly straight for the beast, in a last effort of suicidal rage….
….And the honour of completing a promise for a friend.
The Beast sunk his teeth into his chest, delivering its killer blow, while the knight used his bramble as a makeshift Flourish, impaling the creature swiftly.
The shock was quick, yet disappeared in a flash, leaving him back with his numb feeling.
As he was on his final death throws, he though back to that last moment with that person…..
Hostpital bed……..
Strangers……
That pulsar…….
That remnants….
“To my Beloved X-………..”
There was then only darkness……