An: Welcome welcome, one and all!
So...no one said damn thing after i asked. Rude. But i won't bitch, mostly because that's not my style.
I won't even bother to put things here, i have nothing to say.
Lets get the ball moving.
Chapter 12: Father Knight
"...Does this guy creep you out, Finn?" Ice King whispered, trying not to let the...thing hear them.
"He doesn't seem particularly bad, he did save us from those wraith things." Finn whispered back, watching the thing trudge along, leading them...somewhere.
The cave was dank and dark, as per the usual of caves, and was home to various fungus and mosses that grew along the walls. They made careful steps around strange blue ones that gave out hissing sounds when the creature stepped over them. After a few minutes of this, a voice rang out, sounding like a small child, most likely female. "Daddy! Are you back?"
Turning the corner, they came across a strange sight: they saw several children, each no more then 10 years of age, of various creeds and races. They saw boys and girls that ranged from Elemental's to a turtle boy who must have been barely been three, drawing on a piece of paper. Some of the children charged towards the one they called daddy and hugged his legs, the so called parent patting their heads, before reaching into a satchel that hung by it's waist, handing out various items, from toys to books. The small cavern barely resembled what it actually was; The walls were covered in drawings from the children, the floors heavily carpeted with a thick red rug, and various tables covered in items stood around the room. Looking down a tunnel connecting to the room, he spotted some form of bedroom type area full of beds.
Looking down, they saw a small girl staring at them angrily, who seemed to be a Water Elemental, or as they preferred to be called, a Water Nymph. "Daddy, who are these people? They look stupid!" she cried, hiding behind his leg. He patted her head lightly and she peeked over. "Why are you here?"
"We are on a adventure to...what are we doing again? Buying candy or something, right?" The Ice King spoke up, having long forgotten what the point of this was.
"We are on a quest to find a amulet of great power before it falls into the wrong hands." Smithy spoke up, kneeling down to the small childs height. "May i ask why you are all here? Shouldn't you be with your parents?" he said softly, watching her hide again.
"Our parents died. Papa saved us, and he is raising us to be big and strong one day!" she gleemed happily, slipping away from the giants leg.
"Who...or what, is he exactly? And who are you?" Finn said, watching the giant lumber off to break up a fight between two children over some crayons.
"I'm Lana! And that's Father Knight! We call him that, cause he doesn't speak much. He saves children and keeps them safe, and when we get big, we go and live for ourselves." she said, watching the strange group with curiosity in her small eyes.
Finn suddenly had a thought, remembering the lyric Jake had tought him;
Father Knight stands quite tall
Father Knight Protects us all!
He may look scary and bad
But he is really quite rad!
He'll crush the bad men
and all before ten
Father Knight will protect us all!
The rhyme had always been a tad creepy, and how it been started was apparently not widely known, as Jake had shrugged when asked what it meant.
Looking over, he saw the two fighting children had ceased the bickering, each working together to draw a picture, Father Knight lumbering back towards them. He gently prodded the girls shoulder, and she nodded. "Daddy says that he wants to help. He says 'I saw you bring the earth to life, make some to protect the children and i'll help'". She attempted to do a deep and growly voice, waving her arms to try and act scary.
"Hm? Why would he help us? He's just some sort of Grey magic creature." Ice King spoke up, studying a wall that showed Father knight fighting what looked to be a pink dragon. The words "Gray magic" Causing Smithy to twitch.
"What do you mean, Simon? No one can wield Gray magic."
"I never said he did, are you going deaf?" He said, looking into Smithy's ear. "He is made of it, I can see it wafting off of him. Sometimes things like these exist, they seem to be as old as time itself. Or something like that, all i know is I once nearly lost my toe to something like him." He explained, grabbing a blue crayon and doodling himself on the wall, flying over the dragon.
Smithy frowned and approached the supposed Grey magic creature, attempting to examine him, only to find himself backing up rapidly by the glare he got from the glowing eye sockets. "Daddy doesn't like being touched by people." She spoke up, holding onto the finger of the massive hand.
Smithy grumbled, and pushed the feeling of curiosity away, deeming that the blade that replaced it's hand a good deterrent. It patted the girls shoulder, and she giggled. She attempted to do the 'daddy' voice again as she spoke. "I want the little ones safe, and if that amulet is taken by what I think is trying, I won't be able to protect them. Summon your Golems, Touched one, and let us be off." She ends it with a roaring noise, which only caused Finn to hold back a giggle.
Curious to why he was called 'touched one', he stomped the earth roughly and carved the needed runes, a trio of rocky soldiers forming. Nodding silently, they charged off to guard the entrances to the cave. As they did this, the children approached the supposed knight, sensing his soon departure, and said various goodbyes, asking for various treats and things, the grey creature nodding to each request, giving a hug to each child before turning to the group. Silently, he pointed to a tunnel and began walking, the group following quickly.
After a short while, they found sunlight reaching them, the orb of light extinguishing itself, and they all mentally sighed in relief at the sunlight. Mentally, Finn realized that they had been in those caves for the good portion of the night and morning, and hoped to make camp sooner then later. However, this was dispelled by the sight of a small battallion of undead up ahead, the clearing that led into a massive plains being blacked by the decaying warriors. In the front was a strange creature, it seemed to be some form of troll, but it's fur was on fire and the bits that weren't on fire was nothing more then patches of rotting flesh. It snarled and smashed it's blazing chest, charging at the group. As the group began to ready themselves, they watched Father Knight charge back at it, swinging the blade clean through one of the flaming arms. It howled and slammed the massive fist into his chest, which only led to the large blade swinging around again to cleave the beasts head off of it's neck. The body fell to the ground, slumping, and the massive knight watched the undead charge towards him. They watched the knights eyes flash into a bloody red, and it gave out another unearthly scream, charging into the fray with reckless abandon, bodies being cut into pieces and sent flying in every direction.
The group was about to rest when they spotted several more battalions charging towards the group, each with their own massive flaming troll. Once again, however, the knight seemed to have something planned, bringing it's massive boot down with enough force to fracture the earth, the shaking sending the undead flailing about, falling comically into each other.
At this point, they took their chance to charge into the fray, and began serving specific roles. The mad monarch let loose ice to freeze the snarling trolls, the flaming body armour that would have been a problem being snuffed out, giving Smithy a chance to smash his fist into them, hands glowing white like two small suns, the trolls giving out howls before the flesh burned away with a white flame.
Meanwhile, our lovable hero had gotten into the thick of things, using the blood made longsword to it's perfect use, slicing through the slow and stupid undead without much issue, the various corpses of human and hybrids, however, began to disturb him slightly. He became enraged at what his brethren bodies where being used for, and doubled his effort, cutting a clean line through the decaying bodies. This was changed when he dived out of the swing of a large longsword, being wielded by a undead that obviously was not the same as the rest, wearing armour that belonged to the feudal era of Asia, what was once called "Samurai". The skull that rested inside the blood coloured armour staring into him. He dodged another swing of the massive Dai-katana, and attempted to drive his blade into the creatures side, only to be blocked by the imposing weapon. He frowned, realizing that whoever this had been was a much greater swordsmen then he was, and needed something to turn the tides. This came when Father Knight had reappeared briefly through the horde, sending a undead man wearing the outfit of a mail man into the samurai, causing it to stumble and lose focus. Taking his chance, he drove the sword home, driving it through the thick armour into it's chest. The sound he heard wasn't one of blade on bone, but blade on flesh, and pulled it to reveal the blood sword had been coated in even more blood, this being a sickly black. The Samurai creature coughed, holding the wound, and fell to the ground, bleeding out slowly.
Feeling bad for it, he drove the sword into the back of it, watching it twitch before going still, before slipping the blade out. Looking inside the hole he had made, he found himself realizing that the torso inside had been perfectly preserved, only the limbs and skull having been turned skeletal. Thoroughly disgusted, he turned to see the horde had dwindled to a few, and said few were under the boot of Father Knight, being crushing into a fleshy paste. Panting lightly, he cleaned the sword on the grass and sheathed it on his backpack, looking to see the condition of everyone else.
Smithy was cleaning his hands off to the best of his ability, each one covered in gore, where the Ice King sat on top of a Trolls corpse, speaking to a skull. "To be or not to be, that is the question..." he spoke, continuing the rest of the line, making Finn wonder just what he was quoting.
Father Knight seemed to be the most gored one, the shining armor covered from head to toe in blood and flesh, and shook himself like a large metal dog, attempting to shake off the vile substance that coated him.
Sighing, Finn decided it would be a good time to make camp and rest, his body tired from the running, then walking, then fighting.