Bretunian Times Issue 2: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006UUDBHS
Article 1 : http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006UUDBHS
After King Arthur died, Sir Bors retired, spending his years in the remote hermitage of Mascon. Here he studied the ancient lore of the galans, the creative and curative powers of the universe. The hermitage was once an important training center of the galans in the days of King Uther Pendragon.
It had taken Sir Biltras and Sir Ulfer a week to track down Sir Bors. They swore on their knighthood to bring the older knight back to Constantine’s Court and they were not going to be deterred by anyone. The two knights were finally admitted to speak with the abbot.
Sir Bors studied the knights from the doorway of his quarters, wondering how far the knighthood had declined since he left. Bors had been great friends with the heroes of the inner circle of Knights – Sir Gawain, Sir Galahad and of course, Sir Lancelot of the Lake. Sir Bors had always marveled at Sir Galahad, the Knight of the Red Cross, arguably the most powerful of the Galanic Knights and certainly the purist of them all. Bors had learned much from Galahad, especially the intricate high-level charms of healing. Even now, the old knight still could not fathom the subtleties of Galahad’s spells, grasping only a tenth of what he remembered from Galahad’s spell-books. Galahad had only been interested in curative spells.
When Biltras and Ulfer first arrived and demanded to see Sir Bors, Bors requested that the abbot send the two knights away. The knighthood was a thing of the past, and ever since Lancelot retired, Bors decided he was not going to be involved in court intrigues again.
A thunderous blast shook the building as the heavy wooden doors were blown to smithereens. Bors left his quarters and walked towards the courtyard to face the new unwelcome visitors. Through the now-doorless entry, warriors in golden yellow armor bearing the shield of the Yellow Dragonlord appeared and positioned themselves on either side of the entrance, facing each other. Sir Bors watched, shivering involuntarily as the Yellow Dragonlord, Cariolanus rode in on his war-horse.
Cariolanus had come to ‘invite’ Sir Bors to Queen Morgan’s castle. When the Yellow Dragonlord signaled for five of his warriors to attack Sir Bors, Ulfer and Biltras charged to the old knight’s defense. Cariolanus had personally supervised the warriors’ training; the two knights of Constantine soon learned their weak points and defeated the five.
One of the five remaining fighters, dressed like Cariolanus but without the cape and dragonhelm advanced, muttering under his breath. As he came closer to where Biltras and Ulfer stood, the two knights suddenly became frightened and started backing away. Sir Bors realized a Fear spell had been cast and he easily dispelled it. Freed from the spell, the knights attacked the man, who was also an excellent fighter. He again used a spell called the Fire Flail, which the knights were unable to fight against. All they could do was block the blows with their shields.
Cariolanus’ apprentice informed Sir Bors that further violence could be avoided if he would merely accompany them to Castle Morgana. Instead, Sir Bors insulted him and the apprentice cast a magical ice blast at the older knight in retaliation. Sir Bors easily kept the spell from harming him and broke the spell with one of his own learned from Sir Galahad.
Bored with the attacks and the defense, Cariolanus cast a spell of his own, which produced a set of rings roughly five feet in diameter that surrounded the three knights. Once they were trapped by the glowing rings, he then created a portal to teleport the prisoners and his warriors back to Castle Morgana. When they were gone, all that was left behind of the fierce battle was bloodstained tiles and monks who were shocked by all that had happened.
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