Spiral Knights - [Bonds of Metal] - New Fanfic!

[Bonds of Metal] - New Fanfic! - Accepting Role Suggestions!

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Fri, 04/20/2012 - 02:21

Knaga

---------------Author's Thoughts------------------------------------------------
This is my first attempt of doing any sort of writing along with my first attempt of contributing to the Treasure Vault in the Spiral Knight Forums.
After twiddling my thumbs for an interesting story, I came up with an interesting idea for a story for Spiral Knights.

Not wanting to give anything away and provide an interesting read, I will post up certain roles that i would want suggestions for.

However elements of the story will not be revealed until actual release of chapters.
Also feel free to make suggestions on the story direction, my use of grammar, and any creative writing suggestions.

I certainly hope that this experience will be an enjoyable one and i hope my audience will enjoy this tale portraying a darker side of the world of Cradle.
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Cast Slots:
1. Repair/Tinkerer for Broken Knights. Curious and sensitive personality with an affinity for bombs.
2. Gunsmith who is has a passion for anything that shoots projectiles. Known for his craftsmanship but eager to prove his worth to the Spiral Order.
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Prologue: Discovery
Prologue: Extraction
Prologue: Reforged
Prologue: Purity

Fri, 04/20/2012 - 02:28

Knaga

Prologue: Discovery

"Sir! We picked up a faint energy reading somewhere near our current station near the Core."

With slow and steady steps towards the console, the Officer of Epsilon Squad came to the controls as he watched the constantly changing monitors, its combined lights slightly shining upon his Chapeau.

"This Loran." the Officer replied with his aged voice, "What sort of energy reading are you receiving? If its another blasted Devilite..."

"No sir", interuppted the knight. "This is entirely different. We depatched a rescue squad of volunteers, establishing optic connection with Party Leader Chiller."

"Rescue? Is it another Gremlin defector?"

A brief amount of static plays on the speakers as the monitors flicker. Establishing the connection, the monitors connected to Chiller's Helm-Mounted Display.

"This is Party Leader Chiller, we made a very interesting discovery."

Frozen for a few moments, Loran is lost for words of the images that were then displayed on his monitors.

Curious to the lack of any response, Chiller's voice echoes through Loran's command post, "Orders, sir?"

A dreadful silence filled the comms as Loran saw a crippled Knight portrayed before him:
Worn on a knight, a set of Mighty Cobalt Armor was bent, parts of which were slashed and chipped off. Markings of acid, electrocution, along with rust plagued his helm.
The Leviathan Blade that was still gripped firmly in his hand was worn and jagged from repeated use on bone, metal, and flesh where his Aegis, in his other hand, had teeth markings piercing through the thickest part of the shield along with warped metal fluctuations... signs of intense flames.

Breaking the grim silence as the monitors showed the Rescue Party secure the area around the body, Officer Loran finally replied, "...bring him home, Chiller. Bring our comrade to Haven."

Mon, 04/23/2012 - 17:50

Knaga

Prologue: Extraction

The newly appointed leader of a rag-tag party of 4 Knights disconnected his Helm-Mounted Display as he put it away. Swapping for his Glasses, Chiller looked around in the grim and dark space. The only light inside this chasm was the beams of silver luminescence escaping from the Core.
Given the name of Chiller for his renown reputation of staying cool under pressure and displaying absolute serenity during dire times, he nervously tapped his feet at he observed his party members lifting up their injured companion.

Noticing his nervous foot tapping, a member piped, "Getting the shakes already Chiller? What happened to your Ice-man attitude?"
Another shouted in Chiller's defence, "Better than you, grunt. Your helmet is shaking enough to fall apart."

"Grateful for your concerns everyone", Chiller replied to his members. "But our mission is to get this Knight back... home. Let us quickly get on the elevator and take the lift back up."

"Yes, sir" "Alright" "Of course" were the replies that he recieved after a pause.

As the party went towards the elevator in the distance, Chiller looked side to side, top and bottom, being absolutely wary of his surroundings.
There must be no failure.
A threat to a Knight with armor of his calibur that has beaten him to the point of near death is dangerous.
Even more of a threat is an enemy that continues to harm a Knight being knocked unconscious as the local life tends to ignore felled Knights.

Gripping his Sheathed Acheron with his Shield hand, Chiller led the party closer as suddenly enemies suddenly appeared in a puff of purple smoke.

"ITS DEVILITES! TO ARMS MEN!", shouted Chiller as he put away his sword and took out his Callahan from its holster.

Grateful that he took his Barbarous Thorn Shield, he blocks an incoming trident where it ricochets harmlessly to the floor.
Raising his Callahan to aim at the attacking Devilite Peon, he switches off the safety and pulls the trigger.
Within the gun, the power cannon of a handgun powers up the shot as it releases a deadly shell towards the Devilite, knocking it down to the ground.
Wasting no time, a party member runs towards the downed Devilite, dodging thrown projectiles all around and finishes the Devilite with his Flamberge.
Volleying a bullet per attack against these devilites, Chiller twists around, ducking beneath and artfully blocks the attempts at his life.
Taking out his Barbarous Thorn Blade from his side, he swung his sword arm behind him, concentrating his power on calling upon the Snarbolax he defeated many cycles ago.

Letting the Devilites see the glowing eyes from his Shield, Chiller swing with his strangely glowing Barbarous Thorn Blade as a giant red ethereal Snarbolax surrounds him, glaring its eyes in fury as the spirit of the beast releases a thunderous roar as a volley of spikes pierces each Devilite skillfully, vanquishing all in one skillfully released attack.

Sheathing his weapons, Chiller went to check on any injuries, with a few only damaged by a few dents and bruises.
Amusingly, the grunt of the party had his helmet stuck between the prongs of a trident.
With the help of the other two members, they were able to take off the cursed object.

Still holding his blade for the sake of vigilance, Chiller led his comrades to the elevatar as he busily pressed a series of buttons and turned certain dials.
As the shaft pillars connected from the high ceiling above, the elevator rapidly climbed faster.
Lying against one of the guard rails, Chiller took off his helmet and released a long drawn out sigh.
Chiller idly thought to himself, "This is our life from now on. A fight to unlock the Core and its secrets... against anyone or anything that gets in our way."
Looking up, Chiller blocks his eyes as the light from the sun shined down into the open shaft.

"No matter where we are... Haven shall be there when we return", repeating the same hopeful words he heard from a fellow Knight.
Reaching their destination, they get out as the leaves fallen from the trees is carried by the wind as chirps of Snipes can be heard in the warm serenity of the surface.
"From Haven to Hell, we go...", Chiller chanted as he started the common saying.
"...From Hell we return to Haven", replied his troops.

Mon, 04/23/2012 - 18:38

Knaga

Prologue: Reforged

CLANK
"There is fire. Sparks flying from hot metal being struck.
Flames licking the damaged sword as pieces of broken armor laid at the side.
Throughout the large area, the fire light danced around as coal is burned to keep them alive."
CLANK
"Another strike upon armor, a hammer striking with its might.
The assailant holding the weapons swings it down once again.
Striking its target, the white hot steel slowly changes."
CLANK
"From being a simple mass of metal, the hammer strikes it once again.
Useless items are forged anew, for fire creates life as well.
A long and drawn out "ping" echoes through the room as a chipped piece of sun silver strikes the anvil."
CLANK

A knock on the door interrupts this strange ritual as the cold tense voice of Chiller brings cold to the burning hot room.
"How goes the repairs?"
CLANK
The knight that is holding the hammer, who was striking the armor on the anvil, turned around and took a swig of his personal Blacksmith's Elixer.

Chiller, observing the slightly swaying of the standing knight, frowns as he steps into the room and takes the bottle which was nearly empty.
"Holland, you may be the most greediest, prideful, jealous gambler within the entire Spiral Order...",
Chiller stops and chuckles seeing a large pile of armor made from Wolver hides, "But without you, our Knights would not have the best armor or weapons."

The great blacksmith Holland. He was as famous as he was infamous. He would spend just much time tending the needs of fellow knights as he would be gambling in front of the Auction House being drunk from the attention.

Taking the bottle back and drinking the rest quickly, he throws the bottle into the special forge that held Shadow Fire inside.
The vial cracked as the glass simply melted into ashes within the blood red flames.
"You are here for the "Broken Knight"'s items I assume..."
Holland slams a last blow to the armor laying on the anvil.
"There... done."

He carefully set the set of armor onto the stone table, the parts of metal still warm as the fur main almost seemed to shine.
Holland attached a spiked shoulder guard on the left side, completing the foreign looking armor.

Chiller looked over the armor carefully, feeling the Indigo-colored white trim tabard that covered the chest.
Long black boots were attached, going over the dark brick red leggings.

"What is this armor Holland? I haven't seen anything like this..."

Holland simply scoffs at Chiller.
"My dear Chiller. I am saddened that the great "Skolverian Knight" has been away within the Clockworks for so long."
Patting off some soot off his clothes, Holland coughs into his hand.
"New areas have been discovered... filled with extreme evil."

Chiller thought back to the grim scene when he discovered the fallen knight.

Snapping out from the memory, Chiller packaged the strange armor slapping an battery-like object.
"Here is the fee you requested. All converted into Crystal Energy."
Holland happily picked up the object, grinning at the unused Wolver hides.

Before closing the door, Chiller waved farewell and advised to Holland, "Don't spend all of that in the same place."

Thu, 06/07/2012 - 03:31

Knaga

Prologue: Peace

Fear clung to the metal walls.
The Spiral Council argued amongst themselves as opinions and insults clashed.
The usual Knights-turned-Politicians spat at each other, attempting to bend each other's stubborn will to their own.

Time is short,
and this is not the time for childish bickering.

Loran swung his Sudaruska, a glowing crater cracked the metal plating of the floor as metal shrapnel rung against his brothers' helms.
A loud and drawn out ring glowed through the air as though a funeral bell toll was just rung.
Lifting his gargantuan sword, his symbol of might, the Officer of Epsilon Squad slowly guided his piercing yellow eyes to the Council that were seated around him.

"These are horrid times, Spiral Council..."
The Council murmured in agreement.
"We have crashed upon this Trap-Planet where the only means of survival is to gut the planet of its Core."
The Council nodded their helms in accord.
"The only sliver of solace that we have recieved was the Strangers' hospitality and our forces fight to the very Core to uncover the mysteries of this world..."
The Council listened.
"The Spiral Order has now recovered an ancient soldier, a Sentinel of the Past. He has agreed to come before you as a Harbinger of a great Shadow."
Nearby a metal door slides open as leather is heard, colliding with metal.

The stranger enters the room, the snowy white mane of his armor shifting in the air like the cold air from a Glacius sword as a tabard of a forgotten kingdom sways in the wind.
Behind his back was a polished white-trimmed red shield with a glowing white crown as the sigil that was and still is a symbol of justice.
Upon his hip layed a broken sword, simply a hilt of what was once a great blade.
The stranger layed his piercing red gaze upon Loran in thanks as he spun around, staring at the concerned and curious gazes that were set upon him.

"I am your Harbinger. I stand before your great Spiral Order of Knights as Omen, the Last Knight of the Almirean Order."

One of the Council stood up, "I welcome you, Ancient Warrior... as a Knight to another, may I ask of this 'Great Shadow' that you speak of?"
Omen turned to answer, "This Shadow is unlike any other, it is endless in its anger and hatred. The size of its greed for destruction is as legion as its army."

Another stood to question further, "How can we defeat this enemy."
Omen said in a matter-in-fact tone, "You cannot defeat this Shadow..."

The Spiral Council erupted in panic as they argued amongst themselves once again, but just as fast as chaos spread through the council did Omen present a glowing white orb as a loud wave of soft bells echoed through the chamber, a soft light illuminating every shadow in the room.
An elder shielded his eyes from the warm light, "Wha-what is this?"

A voice echoed through each individual with words spoken as clear as day and as loud as the blazing sun.
[FOR WHAT YOU ASK IS A DREAM]
[WITHIN THIS DREAM LIES YOUR FIRST]
[MY LIGHT HAS SHIELDED YOUR FIRST FROM THE SHADOW]
[HOUSING A ENDLESS HATRED, THIS SHADOW MUST BE STOPPED]
[AND ONLY THROUGH THE COMBINED MIGHT OF LIGHT AND STEEL]

End of the Prologue

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