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 Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 4:22 pm
In 1099, the First Crusade was conculed with the capture of Jerusalem and the founding of two Knightly Orders; the Knights Hospilater and the Knights Templar. The Knights Hospilater were tasked to care for the wounded, and the Knights Templar were to protect the holy places of Christianity.
As the Knights Templar spread themselves more diversley across the whole of Europe as well as the Holy Land, they discovered holy artifacts that had been lost for centuaries, and the dark secrets that were hidden with them. The Templars discovered that the minions of evil were not merely confined to literature and supersition, but had been walking the earth since the crucifixion of Christ. They took it as their sacred duty to hunt down these demons and destroy them.
In 1356, the poisonous king of France discovered the secrets of the Templars. He saw this as an opportunity to get his hands on the vast wealth the Templars had amased over the years and he persuaded the corrupt Pope to have the entire order Excomunicated. The Pope agreed in exchange for a share of the Templars Treasure. The Grand Master of the Order, Jaques de Molay was arressted and subjected to six years of imprisonment and torture, before he was excecuted for witchcraft and devil-worship.
After the execution of Jaques de Molay, the Knights Templar disapeared. Some said that they fled to Scotland, to spend the rest of their days in hiding. Others, claimed that the remaining Templars had joined the Knights Hospilater. However the truth is much darker.
Knowing that their souls had been damned by their excomunication, the Templars sought the highest form of redemption. They are rare, but there are doorways that lead into Hell. The Templars belived that by destroying one of these Hell Gates they would earn their redemtion. Hundreds of Templars marched in. Only one crawled out.
This one Templar was famous among the Order. His fellow knights called him the Stormchaser. Constantly seeking out battle, he would always be in the first charge, first into the breech, and the last to retreat.
As reward for his great bravery, and the sacrifice of his brother knights, he was granted the gift of immortality. He continues his mission to this day, acting on behalf of his dead brother knights, he hunts down evil wherever it shows it's face. He is a warrior of God, and protector of the innocent. He is the Last Templar.
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The street was dark, only illuminated by a few orange street lamps. Only a single figure was on the street, his heavy boots clicking loudly against the pavement. Most of his attire was black, the only splash of colour was the red Templar cross on a white shield that was sewn to the left shoulder of his coat. He tugged slightly at the brim of his hat, and turned down and alley way.
A dark shape, vaguely human in appearance, was hunched over a woman laying in a pool of blood. It looked up as the man in the black coat calmly walked towards it. It's red eyes narrowed and it hissed at him. The man drew a pistol from under his coat and shot the daemon in the head. It jerked back and dissolved into ash. He glanced at the woman and knew she was dead. With an annoyed sigh, he turned and walked out of the alley.
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An hour or so later, the door to an apartment was pushed open, and the man dressed in black stepped inside. Hanging on the wall was a large sword. Nearby, a suit of chainmail hung on an armour-stand covered by a Templar surcoat. He rubbed his faced with a hand and removed his hat and coat, hanging them on the back of the door. He removes his gun and placed it on a shelf nearby. Straching his head, he went to his desk, opened a draw and took out a sheaf of parchments with gothic medieval text written on each page. He shuffled through the pages and pulled out a sheet with a woodcarving of a demonic ritual. He turned the page to look at an illustration of a demon similar to the one he had killed earlier. His eyes flicked over the text. He frowned.
"That's not right..."
He went back to looking through the papers.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 5:01 pm
Hazel was the one given the name of a commander. Living for so many years she was known for her ability to shift to a human form. Not many of the remaind demons could shift completely to a human form. Most of them were just slightly shaped after their silhouette but kept their monstrous figure. She was the most deceiving creature of all. Demons from all over the world have heard of her name but no-one has seen her face. Some said she had the face of an old, wise lady, others said that she was considered by humans as the most beautiful creature ever seen. The truth was only for her to be known...
A young woman was walking on an empty, pitch-black street. Her long black boots were the only things making a sound in that lonely silence. The steady rythm was interrupted once in a while by a gush of wind. Her long, blonde, almost silvery hair made delicate movements, slightly brushing her white neck. She stopped for a second and her wide blue eyes scrutinized her surroundings.
I know you're there somewhere...
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 5:54 pm
It was now so late it was getting early. The sky in the east was starting to turn a dull blue-grey. Lucan pinched the bridge of his nose and put the papers and parchments down. With a sigh, he rubbed his face with both hands. After a few moments, he got up and opened one of his windows and leant out breathing in the cool pre-dawn air.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 6:10 pm
The chilly air was starting to get bit by bit warmer and the woman guided the white hand to her forehead brushing some strands of hair out of her face. A small sound took her attention and she turned around swiftly on the tips of her toes. There was a drunkard laying down next to a dumpster. The woman leaned down until her face was on the same level as the man's. He looked at her trying to figure out what he was looking at. She smiled at him sweetly and the man managed to smirk a bit. Then in the fraction of a second her hand pierced through his skull and her smile was eraced from her face. "Don't disturb my walk." She used his clothes to wipe her hand of blood and then got up and started walking again, calmly.
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