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<blockquote data-quote="CrusadeDave" data-source="post: 1944026" data-attributes="member: 6716"><p><strong>Prologue</strong></p><p></p><p>Prologue - How about a Nice Game of Chess?</p><p></p><p>Crusade slowly unlatched the clasp on his tunic, and fingered a solitary chain around his neck. Pulling it forward, he handled a single Red Chess Piece. Thirty years ago today he had personally carved the Knight from the remains of a very special Oak Tree. Holding it up in front of him, he summoned Divine Energy to flow from him, unlocking the holy barrier guarding Crusade’s personal chapel dedicated to his beloved Lady of Strategy. With a resigned smile, the Aasimar entered.</p><p></p><p>It was an unusually small and simple chapel, circular shaped and lit from the top with a divine source of light. Bookshelves full of maps and campaign notes covered the walls from floor to ceiling. Flanked by two lone chairs, a small square marble altar sat in the center of the room, engraved with a red and white checker pattern. Placed on the altar were a book, a rod, and box. Taking a seat in one of the two chairs, Crusade fingered the Rod, took a slow, deep breath, and activated it. Opposite Crusade in the room, a purple flash lit the room as dimensional barriers twisted and ruptured. Concentrating on his target, Crusade Gated in a familiar face, on this, the holiest of days for the Red Knight.</p><p></p><p>While it was an odd use of a Gate, it was by no means uncommon in the highest pinnacle of this Castle. Protected from scrying eyes in his Keep, the Holy Warrior Crusade greeted his guest with a warm smile. A lone Solar strode through the dimensional portal, having been called through the Gate by the device of his own making. Immediately taking a seat, the Solar waited for Crusade to continue the well-rehearsed ritual.</p><p></p><p>Slowly Crusade opened the ornate box on the Altar, using his gold-scaled fingers, and began removing the well-worn LanceBoard pieces, arranging the pieces on the board in their prescribed positions. Smiling, the Celestial Lord spoke to the half-dragon, “It does pain me that you were unable to join your comrades this year at the Tournament.”</p><p></p><p>Crusade responded with a nod, “Quite so, Anor’ison. Once again, I defer the white pieces to you.”</p><p></p><p>Slowly the game progressed. As usual, the Solar began to slowly overpower the human, as would be expected. On Turn 50, after winning a pawn and keeping his superior position, the Solar broke the two-hour silence by beginning a conversation.</p><p></p><p>“Crusade, I believe I may have some tidings that give us hope.” At this the overmatched Red King was tipped down to one side, beaten once again.</p><p></p><p>For some time, the Solar relayed information to Crusade, until finally the Chosen of the Red Knight was able to reflect on some small piece of information.</p><p></p><p>“That name is unfamiliar to me.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes. Crusade, that name will not be familiar to any in the Prime, nor many outside of it. However, this may provide you with an opportunity. Or more appropriately, a campaign to begin against your enemy.”</p><p></p><p>Crusade pondered these words. “A chance to bring balance to my faith, Anor’ison.” A deep pause. “Thank you, both for the game, and the information. I will investigate this and begin preparations at once.”</p><p></p><p>Anor’ison smiled at his student, handled the rod used to summon him here and focused his energy back into the spent item, recharging it for its next use. Then, opening up a Gate for himself, Anor’ison silently shook Crusade’s hand.</p><p></p><p>Crusade released his grip of the bright red hand of the Solar, and watched his mentor return to his new home plane. Slowly he put away the LanceBoard pieces one at a time, finishing last with the two Red Knights. Closing the box, he knelt at the altar, and prayed to his Goddess, finishing with a simple, yet oft-repeated plea: “Please, Beloved Lady of Strategy, do not go where I cannot follow.”</p><p></p><p>Drawing forth his Holy Symbol, negative energy parted the barrier protecting his inner sanctum. With a single tear from his left eye, Crusade, the last Blackguard of the Red Knight, left his chapel.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="CrusadeDave, post: 1944026, member: 6716"] [b]Prologue[/b] Prologue - How about a Nice Game of Chess? Crusade slowly unlatched the clasp on his tunic, and fingered a solitary chain around his neck. Pulling it forward, he handled a single Red Chess Piece. Thirty years ago today he had personally carved the Knight from the remains of a very special Oak Tree. Holding it up in front of him, he summoned Divine Energy to flow from him, unlocking the holy barrier guarding Crusade’s personal chapel dedicated to his beloved Lady of Strategy. With a resigned smile, the Aasimar entered. It was an unusually small and simple chapel, circular shaped and lit from the top with a divine source of light. Bookshelves full of maps and campaign notes covered the walls from floor to ceiling. Flanked by two lone chairs, a small square marble altar sat in the center of the room, engraved with a red and white checker pattern. Placed on the altar were a book, a rod, and box. Taking a seat in one of the two chairs, Crusade fingered the Rod, took a slow, deep breath, and activated it. Opposite Crusade in the room, a purple flash lit the room as dimensional barriers twisted and ruptured. Concentrating on his target, Crusade Gated in a familiar face, on this, the holiest of days for the Red Knight. While it was an odd use of a Gate, it was by no means uncommon in the highest pinnacle of this Castle. Protected from scrying eyes in his Keep, the Holy Warrior Crusade greeted his guest with a warm smile. A lone Solar strode through the dimensional portal, having been called through the Gate by the device of his own making. Immediately taking a seat, the Solar waited for Crusade to continue the well-rehearsed ritual. Slowly Crusade opened the ornate box on the Altar, using his gold-scaled fingers, and began removing the well-worn LanceBoard pieces, arranging the pieces on the board in their prescribed positions. Smiling, the Celestial Lord spoke to the half-dragon, “It does pain me that you were unable to join your comrades this year at the Tournament.” Crusade responded with a nod, “Quite so, Anor’ison. Once again, I defer the white pieces to you.” Slowly the game progressed. As usual, the Solar began to slowly overpower the human, as would be expected. On Turn 50, after winning a pawn and keeping his superior position, the Solar broke the two-hour silence by beginning a conversation. “Crusade, I believe I may have some tidings that give us hope.” At this the overmatched Red King was tipped down to one side, beaten once again. For some time, the Solar relayed information to Crusade, until finally the Chosen of the Red Knight was able to reflect on some small piece of information. “That name is unfamiliar to me.” “Yes. Crusade, that name will not be familiar to any in the Prime, nor many outside of it. However, this may provide you with an opportunity. Or more appropriately, a campaign to begin against your enemy.” Crusade pondered these words. “A chance to bring balance to my faith, Anor’ison.” A deep pause. “Thank you, both for the game, and the information. I will investigate this and begin preparations at once.” Anor’ison smiled at his student, handled the rod used to summon him here and focused his energy back into the spent item, recharging it for its next use. Then, opening up a Gate for himself, Anor’ison silently shook Crusade’s hand. Crusade released his grip of the bright red hand of the Solar, and watched his mentor return to his new home plane. Slowly he put away the LanceBoard pieces one at a time, finishing last with the two Red Knights. Closing the box, he knelt at the altar, and prayed to his Goddess, finishing with a simple, yet oft-repeated plea: “Please, Beloved Lady of Strategy, do not go where I cannot follow.” Drawing forth his Holy Symbol, negative energy parted the barrier protecting his inner sanctum. With a single tear from his left eye, Crusade, the last Blackguard of the Red Knight, left his chapel. [/QUOTE]
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