Ch. 1
_Shovel Knight_
It had been a regular afternoon for Shovel Knight in a small village in the Plains. That was until he heard frantic screaming and yelling seemingly coming for somewhere near the village gates. Dropping all of his belongings and unsheathing the shovel from his back, he rushed over to investigate. After passing through the gates he skidded to a sudden stop once he identified the situation. A villager was jumping up and down and waving his arms frantically and yelling about something. Shovel Knight approached the stranger and began to question him.
"Hello, my good sir. May I ask what happened here?" The Stranger turned to Shovel Knight with a relieved expression, obviously relieved that someone has come to his aid. The guards at the gate did hear him. It was just that they weren't allowed to leave their post. The stranger made a gesture towards his burned down house. When Shovel Knight observed the scene closely, it looked to him like something happened inside the house causing the home to combust. Shovel Knight again turned to the stranger.
"Please. Can you use your words?" The stranger looked to the Armored blue knight.
"Gladly," the strange villager responded. "I had been minding my own business. Just got back from the market, in fact. I was about to carry my belongings inside the house when a strange shadowy hooded figure appeared out of THIN AIR! THIN AIR I TELL YOU!" While saying the last sentence, the stranger waved his arms around wildly.
"Was there no way to see the figures face?" Shovel Knight asked.
"No, for it was concealed by a long beaked bird mask."
"Hmm," Shovel Knight idly considered this, the stranger watching intently.
"Well my good friend, It seems like Plague Knight is up to his strange antics once again," Shovel Knight finally stated with a shake of his head.
"But do not fear. I will have your home rebuilt and repaired for absolutely no charge."
"Oh thank you thank you thank you oh blue knight!" The stranger gestured with his hands together as if in prayer.
"But please remember, fellow villager. Plague Knight is not a foe. He's just a little different than the rest of us. Which is why he wasn't admitted through the gates. Though it's not right, people will judge him by his looks, to be a suspicious fellow. May the Authorities not be involved, and may Plague Knight no be brought to justice for his actions may be pardoned. Farewell." With that, Shovel Knight waved his goodbye and walked back through the village gates, sheathing his sword.
_Enchantress_
Finally, her time has come. The time has come to rid the world of the Guild of Valor. The time has come for her revenge. In a shadowy dimension she sits, waits, and plans. This time her plan would be even more foolproof than the last.
Why try and fight all of the Knights at once, when you can use them as pawns? The idea that formed in her head only days ago was now a full fledged plan. And this time, she would go all out. It all begins with Plague Knight. He would be the easiest to manipulate due to how she knows what he wants most. The immortal potion. And better yet, The Enchantress knew where to find it. Holding that over Plague Knight's head could get him to bow down to her, handing over his loyalty in exchange for information on where to find the potions ingredients. Now she must wait for the right time. And when the time comes, the Guild of Valor will be no more.
_Plague Knight_
"Ooh! Eeheehee!" Plague Knight laughed.
"What a run in that was! AH Ah ha!"
He knew he could never live a day without being treated differently due to his crazed mind and strange appearance. And because of being treated differently, sometimes he had to act differently to get by in the world.
I'm not evil...I'm just...different he thinks to himself. That's what he makes himself believe. That's what he wants himself to believe. Now he walks down the only other way to get to his lair; The Explodatorium. An underground tunnel. The lair being named after his favorite sound. BOOM! He makes this sound often to get by in life. Such as he did in one of his latest situations; getting into his base. This was also an example of how he had to act differently to get by in life. And since the guards wouldn't let him through the gates because of how suspicious he looked, the only other way (or so he thought) was to use a house's basement. And nothing's better than using creative destruction. Plague Knight could now see a shimmer of light at the end of the dark tunnel, meaning he was almost there. The end of the narrow and dimly lit tunnel opened up to a dark cavern. Despite how seemingly empty it was, Plague Knight Knew what to do. He found the secret lever disguised as a rock and pushed it in. This caused a section of the cavern's wall to part and reveal a secret elevator consisting of a wood platform bound by steel frames and hooked up to a pulley system operating on wires and metal and wooden gears. When Plague Knight stepped in, the opening shut and some torches in the shaft of the elevator turned on. To begin descending, he pulled on one of the cables running up and down the shaft. If he pushed the cable up, the platform would descend down the shaft. And if he pulled the down, the platform would ascend upwards. Everything about the elevator made it seem old and rusty. This was because how little Plague Knight actually used this method to enter his secret lair. When the platform finally reached the Explodatorium, it stopped. The lair was dark and unlit until Plague Knight flipped a lever which automatically lit every torch in the room. The room was the same as he had previously left it. It was still just another vast rocky cavern under the plains village, filled with contraptions, multiple cauldrons, and a few alchemy tools lying here and there. The Cavern was so vast that the torchlight didn't reach all the way around the Lair, therefore leaving the rocky ceiling to be concealed by the shadows. The few tables that were there were filled, with empty glasses that had yet to be filled with all kinds of strange liquids and solutions. Finally at the back of the room leaning against the wall was a giant wooden shelf containing samples of liquids that had yet to be used in experiments to come. Luckily for Plague Knight, there was really no need for refrigeration to keep his potions and liquids cold thanks to cool temperatures of this underground cave. The potions are benefitted mostly at night where the temperatures almost drop to 10 degrees or lower in contrast to the day where the average temp in the cave is usually 20 degrees. This in fact is part of the reason why Plague Knight is always found wearing his cape. He had almost finished looking around the cave to check and make sure that everything is as he left it when suddenly a voice speaks to him seemingly coming from the concealed ceiling. How the stranger got up there, Plague Knight does not know.
"Greetings, Plague Knight." He Knew that voice. But from where?
"I enjoy another's presence when I feel alone. But as of right now, get out of my Home!" Plague Knight responds frantically.
"Who Are You!? Heehee aha!"
"Your soon to be ally," the voice responds. That's when the figure drops down from the ceiling landing in an impossibly graceful way. It was the Enchantress.