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[Nothus Victor]

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The stench of the swamps where overwhelming each nostril, the pain in the wounds and gashes were slowly beginning to become numb. surprisingly the pain was beginning to subside, Nothus knew it was time to finally meet his end, each eyelid felt so heavy, like heavy stones weighing them down to close. His focus blurring by the moment, until everything faded to darkness.



"Finally!" the old man yells as a cloud covers the hot sun, he has waited for almost two hours for something to cool him off while he was cutting some firewood nearby the swamps. "Come on now Harold!" he comments to the annoyed packhorse he took with him to get some wood and other raw materials.

"Hey! where are you going!? you dumb horse!" the old man screams at the packhorse while he trots away happily. The old man tries to catch up to it, then a sudden strong stench filled his nostril, "Oh my!" he says while he quickly covered his nose.

To his dreaded surprise, a human corpse lay there,beaten,battered with wounds of all sizes all over his body.

"Poor man....he must have struggled to his last breath.." He commented sadly. The old man feeling much pity for him, loaded the man on the little carriage that was supposed to carry raw materials. "This man deserves a proper burial" He spoke slowly under his breath.



Slowly he took the fallen warrior on the little wooden carriage. He was going to bury him near the ruins of a fallen temple, he began to dig a large hole on the ground. Once he finished digging the hole, he stopped briefly. The old man glanced again at the fallen warrior, it was a painful site to see. "You had a long tough road, now its time to rest my lad" He stopped saying anyhing else immediately and widened his eyes in disbeleif at what the old man saw.

"How could this be possible....." The old man continued to stare in astonishment as he saw the fallen warrior's hand slowly move ever so slightly. The old man snapped from his staring and moved the small carriage to his home.


Many months pass.........

The oncoming dark clouds darkens the blue sky, "Another cloudy day" Nothus comments under his breath, he loved cloudy days ever since he was a little boy.

"Are you sure you want to do this? No one is forcing you to do this you know...." The old man says to Nothus as he prepared the Steed and the packs. "Yes, It is my new purpose and I want to" Nothus replies. "Well.... then I have something for you, my friend. please follow me." The old man says while we walks towards the ruins of a large edifice. Nothus looking a bit confused at his reaction, nods and silently follows him.

The old man opens a rusty metal chest. "Nothus, I am very old.... I am almost 70, and for 30 years I thought night and day about one thing. do you know what that is? The old man said with his back facing Nothus while he looked around inside the large rusty chest. "No......" Nothus replies with a calm voice. "Everyday I thought to myself, will the Ideals of the Templar die with me. Or shall I pass on my knowledge to someone that is worthy of it, Now I know that our meeting was not coincidental, I was blessed and honored to meet someone such as yourself. When I pass on, I will truly rest in peace." He said while holding a beautiful sword unlike Nothus has ever seen.



"Kneel down and bow your head" The old man says in a stern soft voice. Nothus nods once and kneels down while bowing his head. "Your new oath is not with me, but with the ideals of the Templars, You shall have no place to call home. You will travel the lands of this world. Wether its the dryest deserts or the most bitter cold this beautiful land has blessed us with. Wherever Injustice is rampant, you shall be there to uphold these Ideals. You will become the strenght of the weak, to protect them until your final gasp of breath. Then you will walk away to your next path. and accept no gift of any form for your deeds. These Oaths I give to you. If you decide to break one of these, The Templar ideals will be gone forever from this realm." The old man slowly touches the top of Nothus's shoulder with the sword.

"This blade I give to you, was given to me by past Master Templars before me. It is razor sharp against the evil and unjustly, but dull against the Virtuous and Innocent. I Vincent De Molay Master Templar of the old order, dub you Master Templar. May your strikes be swift and powerful." Vincent Sheathes the beautiful sword and hands it to Nothus.

"Go my friend, there is so much evil in this world. and so many Innocents on it's dreadful path." De Molay says.

"This Oaths I have taken, I shall uphold until my last breath." Nothus says and rides off on the horse with a new purpose, and an old Order rekindled.