Unfortunate Events..
"I-ıs that... The Knight?"
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You've finally arrived.Blavik, leader of the Bandits, a group that spread terror and death, stood before a few of his men. The person he was speaking to, or rather, people, were the Knights of Azula. They were people who fought to preserve peace. Wizards, knights, druids, all kinds of people. Their leader had been missing for several days, so his deputy, Velan, had come to meet him in a cave at Blavik's request. It was clearly a trap, but they still needed to check, so several knights had been sent to attend the meeting.
At your request. I'm really curious why the Bandits' leader wants to see the knights.Velan asked in a harsh voice. Behind him, three men, Mel, Kambert, and Rihon, stood waiting, their hands on their swords. Blavik smiled and gested to his men to bring something. The knights watched them intently. Two men took something from the darkness and began dragging it away. Then they threw it at Blavik's feet. Two dogs sitting beside him growled at the sight of what had been thrown. It was someone, a man, a-*
OH MY GOD, THIS...
, the leader of the Azula Knights, 'The Knight'. But he was almost impossible to recognize. Half his face was covered in bloody but half healed claw marks. His right leg was bent at a strange angle, clearly broken. His nose was also broken, and there were distinct fingerprints around his neck, clearly he had been repeatedly strangled. His entire body was covered in bruises, bites, and scratches left by Blavik's dogs. And his hands were tied behind his back, his mouth gagged with a piece of cloth. Blavik stroked 's hair and laughed as he flinched at the touch. The brave leader was now just a miserable, broken, and terrified orphan. Blavik sighed, his sharp gaze meeting Velan's.
I invited you here for a exchange.
