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Castlevania Chronicles
~ The 11th Century ~
"How many men have we lost?" the young dark haired man asked.
"One hundred and five men, times two wounded." Replied the other young man with blond hair.
A chubby soldier ran up to the two men. There was blood streaming down the left side of his face, though it was clearly not his own. His rusted armor was splattered with fresh young blood, and his face was unshaven, as if he had been in countless open battles, considering this was his first.
"Sir, they've breached the first encampment and passages. The men are holding, but I do not know for how long."
"Damnit! Thou art nonpareil, but regard them not. We will press on, and if charnel houses and our graves must send those that we bury back, our monuments of life shall be our undoing." Said the dark haired man. He was clearly troubled, his face in a sense of anguish and determination.
"Mathias.." The young blond man was worried of his friend. He could not remember the last time he had ever seen his friend like this.
"My good friend, Leon, thou will need you more than ever. This encampment must not fall!" Mathias said in a monotonous voice.
Meanwhile, on a bloody landscape of corpses.
Three soldiers spurted blood from their chest areas on to the already crimson colored ground. The blood trickled down to a nearby creek bed. Over the creek bed were about a thousand soldiers fighting sword to sword with a very respectable army from the south. The screams of the wounded soldiers was deafening, and could be heard throughout the battlefield.
Leon shook in disappointment at the various screams that could be heard through the large and small chamber. "Aye, I will do thy best, the heathens will not make it here. I beseech thee Mathias, do not spoil your health, nought's had, all's spent, and it only spoils the pleasure of time. We will be victorious, this I promise you." Said Leon, reassuring his good friend.
"I praise for your success my friend." Mathias walked to the back of the small chamber, and pulled out a large dusty scroll, no doubt having been kept away hidden and forgotten. Mathias opened the large scroll and pointed to a certain location on the blueprint's landscapes. "We will create a small diversion on the plains Lathoran to the south here, and from the west. This will give us an opportune moment to break the eastern brigade, thus allowing us to concentrate our firepower from the Sallac River, here." Mathias proceeded to point to another small location on the scroll. "If thou were to strike from here, thou will most surely gain the upper hand and be able to hold the northern passage."
Mathias looked in Leon's eyes with a determined gaze. "We leave at sunset, in the meantime, gather your troops and prepare for battle."
"Aye." Leon looked at his friend and held out a gloved, leathered hand. They shook hands, and Leon proceeded by heading to the small chamber's adjacent exit.
In an era long past, as monarchies weakened, local feudal lords grew in power.
The first knights simply protected their lords' domains. However, with the reforms of the late 11th century, knights became protectors of the peace.
They valued courage and honor, fighting heretics and heathens in God's name.
In this age, one company of knights was said to be invincible due to two men:
Baron Leon Belmont, a courageous man who feared nothing and whose combat abilities were second to none, and Mathias Cronqvist, a genius tactician, whose learning made him an exception in a largely illiterate society.
They trusted each other completely, and they were bound by an old friendship.
However, sorrow awaited Mathias upon his return from a victorious campaign.
It was news of the sudden death of his beloved wife, Elisabetha.
Mathias' grief was profound and he became bedridden.
Thanks to Leon's efforts, their company remained proudly undefeated.
However, a mysterious army of monsters suddenly appeared in Leon's domain.
One night, Mathias struggled from his sickbed and told Leon that the appearance of monsters was tied to a vampire, whose castle was in a forest called Eternal Night, and that Leon's betrothed, Sara, had been kidnapped and brought to that castle.
Meeting a mysterious old man inside of the forest, Leon knew he had gained a invaluable ally. The man calling himself Rinaldo Gandolfi, offered to help Leon's battle against the vampire for his daughter and family were taken from him by the very same man. He gave Leon a mysterious whip of alchemy, the only weapon that would harm the monsters inside.
Upon encountering the dreaded vampire inside of the mysterious castle, Leon's futile attempts were no match for the vampire's overwhelming power.
The Vampire revealed himself to be Walter Bernhard, a man forgotten by most and feared by all. He returned Leon's betrothed, and Leon gladly took her back.
However, all was not without a certain price.
The barrier surrounding Rinaldo's domain, reacted. It had sensed something Leon did not. Leon's betrothed, Sara, was indeed ill, and was infected by Walter's curse, and she would eventually become a creature of the night.
Knowing what he must do, Leon reluctantly killed Sara with the whip, thus giving birth to a new weapon, the Vampire Killer, the only weapon that could actually inflict damage upon Walter.
Leon was successful in defeating the count, but soon learned that nothing was as it had seemed. Mathias Cronqvist, having played a part in the kidnapping, had been manipulating, Walter, along with Leon. Having the Crimson Stone in his possession, he absorbed the soul of Walter, thus, becoming a vampire himself. He had been so deeply profound by Elisabetha's death that he no longer had any faith in God.
Leon swearing upon his accursed Bloodline, would hunt him for all eternity. With that, Mathias retreated and many years later, would become the lord of Castlevania, changing his title to the Lord of the Vampires, thus beginning a battle for all eternity.
~ 1476 ~
"Are you certain? Though this is our only saddle, this horse is quite fatigued. I advice thee to travel on foot." Said the young woman, almost speaking in monotone
"Tis a long journey, fair maiden. More delay shall result in even fewer horse."
"Aye, but may a lowly servant know'est a name of such a hero as thee.?"
"Hero I am not m'lady, just man. Thou wish to know thine name?"
"Please".
"Trevor. Trevor Belmont".
"Belmont? I do not wish to sound harsh or rude in any way, but were thou not cast out of Transylvania not long 'fore?"
"Aye".
"I shall pray for thy success."
"Good day, m'lady." Said the young Belmont as he rode off into the Transylvanian village center.
The town of Warakiya was nothing more than bricks and rubble. On the ground were bloody corpses, mutilated, as if they had been chewed on. Not even the church endured the slaughter of Dracula's minions.
Not long ago this village had been full of merchants and the like. Full of people. Now it was overrun with hordes of grotesque creatures of the night. In days past, Dracula had been prematurely risen from his hundred year slumber with the aid of some his followers. Dracula had quickly sent forth his minions and swept the countryside, assimilating Transylvania. With no Belmont heir to uphold the Vampire Killer, the task was easily done. The Belmonts had been exiled out of Transylvania because the townsfolk feared their strength and powers. The current Belmont, Trevor, upon hearing of Dracula's awakening, set forth to vanquish the count and rid Transylvania of his minions. Trevor's strength, though unmatched in battle, was not quite enough to contain the demon castle, Castlevania. With the aid of Grant, Alucard and Sypha, Castlevania quickly fell along with it's master. Alucard, now knowing the truth behind Trevor's family background, and his connection to the Belmont clan, vowed to rid Transylvania of his accursed bloodline. Shortly after the fall of Castlevania, Sypha Belnades was soon married to Trevor, thus starting an even more powerful line of Belmonts.
Trevor now earning the trust of Transylvania, lived with Sypha in peace and trained his son within the countryside. Trevor's mother had once told him to not be afraid of the dark for the whip would always light the way for him. After the defeat of Vlad in the 1400's, the Belmonts were known to have used a whip, so the name of "Vampire Killer" was given to the legendary weapon. The whip was first handed to Leon by Rinaldo, a man long forgotten by history.
~ 1576 ~
As Dracula rises from his hundred year hibernation, he awakens to find that the Belmont bloodline has not deceased and must do battle with the Belmont, Christopher. Having lost two battles with the Belmont family, the count decides that it would be better to stall and devise a plan that would be sure to lure Christopher into a trap that would be sure to destroy him.
After Dracula's retreat, Lady Penelope, a woman of high aristocracy, was soon wed to Christopher and gave birth to Solieyu.
Over one hundred years of Dracula's hibernation the whip was losing it's power. The leather was becoming thinner with each hit. Christopher sensed that it would not last if he were to face the count again.
Since Castlevania had not fallen, Christopher entered the demon castle and put the whip before an alter and poured it with holy water. The moonlight gave birth to a new vampire killer. One that would not dilapidate, break, or rust. A whip that was made of demon's metal. A chain whip. When the moon settled, the whip would convert to it's old status, thus making it weak.
~ 1591 ~
Fifteen years later, Solieyu was captured by Dracula and taken to Castlevania. Christopher made sure to destroy the count without harming Solieyu and put Dracula into another hundred year hibernation.
Castlevania, would not fall so easily this time. It wanted Solieyu to perish along with the castle walls, but with a narrow escape, Christopher escaped with his son. The moon shone on Transylvania with a bright glow, as the demon castle fell once again. The circle of the moon seemed to beckon for Christopher.
One year after the demise of Castlevania, Christopher was struck with an illness beyond all medical help. That night, the moon turned red.
Castlevania Chronicles
~ The 11th Century ~
"How many men have we lost?" the young dark haired man asked.
"One hundred and five men, times two wounded." Replied the other young man with blond hair.
A chubby soldier ran up to the two men. There was blood streaming down the left side of his face, though it was clearly not his own. His rusted armor was splattered with fresh young blood, and his face was unshaven, as if he had been in countless open battles, considering this was his first.
"Sir, they've breached the first encampment and passages. The men are holding, but I do not know for how long."
"Damnit! Thou art nonpareil, but regard them not. We will press on, and if charnel houses and our graves must send those that we bury back, our monuments of life shall be our undoing." Said the dark haired man. He was clearly troubled, his face in a sense of anguish and determination.
"Mathias.." The young blond man was worried of his friend. He could not remember the last time he had ever seen his friend like this.
"My good friend, Leon, thou will need you more than ever. This encampment must not fall!" Mathias said in a monotonous voice.
Meanwhile, on a bloody landscape of corpses.
Three soldiers spurted blood from their chest areas on to the already crimson colored ground. The blood trickled down to a nearby creek bed. Over the creek bed were about a thousand soldiers fighting sword to sword with a very respectable army from the south. The screams of the wounded soldiers was deafening, and could be heard throughout the battlefield.
Leon shook in disappointment at the various screams that could be heard through the large and small chamber. "Aye, I will do thy best, the heathens will not make it here. I beseech thee Mathias, do not spoil your health, nought's had, all's spent, and it only spoils the pleasure of time. We will be victorious, this I promise you." Said Leon, reassuring his good friend.
"I praise for your success my friend." Mathias walked to the back of the small chamber, and pulled out a large dusty scroll, no doubt having been kept away hidden and forgotten. Mathias opened the large scroll and pointed to a certain location on the blueprint's landscapes. "We will create a small diversion on the plains Lathoran to the south here, and from the west. This will give us an opportune moment to break the eastern brigade, thus allowing us to concentrate our firepower from the Sallac River, here." Mathias proceeded to point to another small location on the scroll. "If thou were to strike from here, thou will most surely gain the upper hand and be able to hold the northern passage."
Mathias looked in Leon's eyes with a determined gaze. "We leave at sunset, in the meantime, gather your troops and prepare for battle."
"Aye." Leon looked at his friend and held out a gloved, leathered hand. They shook hands, and Leon proceeded by heading to the small chamber's adjacent exit.
In an era long past, as monarchies weakened, local feudal lords grew in power.
The first knights simply protected their lords' domains. However, with the reforms of the late 11th century, knights became protectors of the peace.
They valued courage and honor, fighting heretics and heathens in God's name.
In this age, one company of knights was said to be invincible due to two men:
Baron Leon Belmont, a courageous man who feared nothing and whose combat abilities were second to none, and Mathias Cronqvist, a genius tactician, whose learning made him an exception in a largely illiterate society.
They trusted each other completely, and they were bound by an old friendship.
However, sorrow awaited Mathias upon his return from a victorious campaign.
It was news of the sudden death of his beloved wife, Elisabetha.
Mathias' grief was profound and he became bedridden.
Thanks to Leon's efforts, their company remained proudly undefeated.
However, a mysterious army of monsters suddenly appeared in Leon's domain.
One night, Mathias struggled from his sickbed and told Leon that the appearance of monsters was tied to a vampire, whose castle was in a forest called Eternal Night, and that Leon's betrothed, Sara, had been kidnapped and brought to that castle.
Meeting a mysterious old man inside of the forest, Leon knew he had gained a invaluable ally. The man calling himself Rinaldo Gandolfi, offered to help Leon's battle against the vampire for his daughter and family were taken from him by the very same man. He gave Leon a mysterious whip of alchemy, the only weapon that would harm the monsters inside.
Upon encountering the dreaded vampire inside of the mysterious castle, Leon's futile attempts were no match for the vampire's overwhelming power.
The Vampire revealed himself to be Walter Bernhard, a man forgotten by most and feared by all. He returned Leon's betrothed, and Leon gladly took her back.
However, all was not without a certain price.
The barrier surrounding Rinaldo's domain, reacted. It had sensed something Leon did not. Leon's betrothed, Sara, was indeed ill, and was infected by Walter's curse, and she would eventually become a creature of the night.
Knowing what he must do, Leon reluctantly killed Sara with the whip, thus giving birth to a new weapon, the Vampire Killer, the only weapon that could actually inflict damage upon Walter.
Leon was successful in defeating the count, but soon learned that nothing was as it had seemed. Mathias Cronqvist, having played a part in the kidnapping, had been manipulating, Walter, along with Leon. Having the Crimson Stone in his possession, he absorbed the soul of Walter, thus, becoming a vampire himself. He had been so deeply profound by Elisabetha's death that he no longer had any faith in God.
Leon swearing upon his accursed Bloodline, would hunt him for all eternity. With that, Mathias retreated and many years later, would become the lord of Castlevania, changing his title to the Lord of the Vampires, thus beginning a battle for all eternity.
~ 1476 ~
"Are you certain? Though this is our only saddle, this horse is quite fatigued. I advice thee to travel on foot." Said the young woman, almost speaking in monotone
"Tis a long journey, fair maiden. More delay shall result in even fewer horse."
"Aye, but may a lowly servant know'est a name of such a hero as thee.?"
"Hero I am not m'lady, just man. Thou wish to know thine name?"
"Please".
"Trevor. Trevor Belmont".
"Belmont? I do not wish to sound harsh or rude in any way, but were thou not cast out of Transylvania not long 'fore?"
"Aye".
"I shall pray for thy success."
"Good day, m'lady." Said the young Belmont as he rode off into the Transylvanian village center.
The town of Warakiya was nothing more than bricks and rubble. On the ground were bloody corpses, mutilated, as if they had been chewed on. Not even the church endured the slaughter of Dracula's minions.
Not long ago this village had been full of merchants and the like. Full of people. Now it was overrun with hordes of grotesque creatures of the night. In days past, Dracula had been prematurely risen from his hundred year slumber with the aid of some his followers. Dracula had quickly sent forth his minions and swept the countryside, assimilating Transylvania. With no Belmont heir to uphold the Vampire Killer, the task was easily done. The Belmonts had been exiled out of Transylvania because the townsfolk feared their strength and powers. The current Belmont, Trevor, upon hearing of Dracula's awakening, set forth to vanquish the count and rid Transylvania of his minions. Trevor's strength, though unmatched in battle, was not quite enough to contain the demon castle, Castlevania. With the aid of Grant, Alucard and Sypha, Castlevania quickly fell along with it's master. Alucard, now knowing the truth behind Trevor's family background, and his connection to the Belmont clan, vowed to rid Transylvania of his accursed bloodline. Shortly after the fall of Castlevania, Sypha Belnades was soon married to Trevor, thus starting an even more powerful line of Belmonts.
Trevor now earning the trust of Transylvania, lived with Sypha in peace and trained his son within the countryside. Trevor's mother had once told him to not be afraid of the dark for the whip would always light the way for him. After the defeat of Vlad in the 1400's, the Belmonts were known to have used a whip, so the name of "Vampire Killer" was given to the legendary weapon. The whip was first handed to Leon by Rinaldo, a man long forgotten by history.
~ 1576 ~
As Dracula rises from his hundred year hibernation, he awakens to find that the Belmont bloodline has not deceased and must do battle with the Belmont, Christopher. Having lost two battles with the Belmont family, the count decides that it would be better to stall and devise a plan that would be sure to lure Christopher into a trap that would be sure to destroy him.
After Dracula's retreat, Lady Penelope, a woman of high aristocracy, was soon wed to Christopher and gave birth to Solieyu.
Over one hundred years of Dracula's hibernation the whip was losing it's power. The leather was becoming thinner with each hit. Christopher sensed that it would not last if he were to face the count again.
Since Castlevania had not fallen, Christopher entered the demon castle and put the whip before an alter and poured it with holy water. The moonlight gave birth to a new vampire killer. One that would not dilapidate, break, or rust. A whip that was made of demon's metal. A chain whip. When the moon settled, the whip would convert to it's old status, thus making it weak.
~ 1591 ~
Fifteen years later, Solieyu was captured by Dracula and taken to Castlevania. Christopher made sure to destroy the count without harming Solieyu and put Dracula into another hundred year hibernation.
Castlevania, would not fall so easily this time. It wanted Solieyu to perish along with the castle walls, but with a narrow escape, Christopher escaped with his son. The moon shone on Transylvania with a bright glow, as the demon castle fell once again. The circle of the moon seemed to beckon for Christopher.
One year after the demise of Castlevania, Christopher was struck with an illness beyond all medical help. That night, the moon turned red.