Crypt Knight
From Grigbertz
This is a short mood piece developed during ICQ chat between the Wolf Lord and the Panzerman. It is based on a few scetches of a crypt knight by Grigbertz.
The Crypt Knight and the Captive
As Cornelia put on her armor of black Stygian steel, she pondered her next course of action. She would have her prize! Surely the captive princess must know how to enter the royal tomb... "Guard!", she called out, her voice as dark as death itself. 'Bring me the prisoner.'. Her loyal skeletal guard saluted and left.
A few minuted later, the struggling princess was dragged into the Crypt Knight's chamber by two undead guards. The prisoner wore nothing but her long hair and her chains and a nightgown as thin as mist. The captive princess struggled vainly in the skeletal grip that held her, and she shivered from the cold, damp air in the dungeon. Cornelia gazed sternly at the captive, her eyes glowing like red embers in her pale but beautiful face. "Now, princess, we will discuss the location of the hidden royal tomb..."
"I do not understand what you are talking about! Why are you doing this to me?" wailed the terrified princess, still pulling, straining against the grip of the skeletal soldiers holding her. The rattling of chains filled the cell.
At first, Cornelia didn't seem to notice any of this, her eyes strangely devoid of emotions, staring straight through the princess. Then suddenly, she snapped a slim, lily-white hand out and grabbed the princess' jaw in an impossibly strong grip, forcing the young noble to look into the Crypt Knight's glowing eyes.
"There is no time for games, princess!" the taller woman snarled. "In a few more days the moon will be full and the invisible star will rise over the mountains for the first time in over a century!"
The princess either truly did not understand anything or she was a great actress. Cornelia could not care less. The Chancellor of Markheim could not be allowed to rise from the dead! She let go of the princess, and the girl gasped from the suddenness of it.
"You may not understand, but believe me when I say I do this because I must, not because I want to!" Cornelia gestured to the two undead guardsmen who immediately tightened their hold on the princess's chains. As soon as they had done this, the crypt knight reached out and with a rough jerk tore the diaphanous night gown covering the princess's nubile body. A frightened whimper escaped the princess and it rose to a faint moan of horror as Cornelia pulled a long, slim dagger from her belt. Trailing the tip over the princess's naked chest, not cutting, not scratching the soft skin. Just teasing, threatening as the dagger kept drawing invisible patterns on the young, firm breasts.
"You are a very pretty girl, your Highness. Such beautiful breasts...will you tell me where your ancestors crypt is or must you force me to ruin your beauty?" Cornelia had stopped her dagger now, the tip resting lightly on a nipple. Her red eyes meeting the blue eyes of her captive. "Well? What will it be?"
