Visions in Black
Visions in Black
Location: Castle Albion
Date: 30 Aug 17
Summary: Constantine and Igraine discuss the Shadow Chalice and other matters when a vision of ancient Lyonesse overtakes them.
Characters: Constantine, [[[Igraine]
NPCs: {$npc}

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With the queen's return to Albion court was held and has just completed. As always, Igraine remains in the throne room now that the people of Albion have gone.

With the people gone, it's only a few moments before a figure in black armor enters the throne room. Helm on and visor down, it's one of Igraine's Twelve. It's likely that only she would recognize the walk and other subtle differences as marking Constantine.

Igraine stands when Constantine enters and imperiously gestures for the others in the room to head for the door as she considers his approach. When he's close enough for her to speak without raising her voice, she says, "What brings you to my throne room?"

Constantine approaches rather boldly, waiting in silence for the room to clear and the doors to close. "Whispers." he states simply. "I have tried to put it out of my mind, but the more I ignore it the more I hear the voices. The Chalice calls to me. It's dissatisfied with you. It wants me to bring you back into the fold."

Igraine frowns slowly as he speaks, "So the Chalice thinks I have left the fold? And what are your intentions, Constantine?"

Constantine's right hand drops to the hilt of his sword, left hand raising the visor. "I must…" he begins. And then it's like the entire throne room shifts as a vision falls upon them both.

Constantine and Igraine stand upon a grassy hill in the center of a circle of standing stones. The grass is vividly green and the sky is brighter than it should be. Looking out, the land is vast in all directions. Lyonesse of old. And in the center of the circle with them is an old man with a wild look in his eye.

Igraine's hand falls to the sword which she wears even when holding court and draws it as Contantine's hand falls on the hilt of his sword. The vision falling upon them does not help matters as Igraine has had a vision of this particular wild man at least once before and she recognizes him, "Aegrin!" She steps away from Constantine to face the old man, trying to hold the sword ready to face either of them.

From Constantine's perspective, the importance now shifts to the old man. "Aegrin?" he repeats, a bit less confidently than the Queen. He does not draw his sword, however, keeping distance between the two as they form an uneasy triangle.

The wizard laughs, a high and nasal sound that is neither wholesome nor pleasant to hear. "You…" he exclaims, squinting. "Yes. You're the one. I know your destiny. For only by delving into Darkness can Albion be preserved. You must make the sacrifice." And then he points a spindly finger to Constantine.

Igraine growls, "Damn you old man! Didn't you go through this routine already with Prince Caine? Leave my knights alone. They are not for you." She runs at Aegrin and attempts to attack him. It's just a vision. She knows that but she cannot help herself.

Constantine's brow knits at the queen's response and he draws his own sword. But he neither attacks nor defends, for the moment. "With Prince Caine…?" he replies. Aegrin just laughs again, only louder this time. Igraine's attack simply passes through him like he wasn't there.

"That isn't your decision, woman-who-calls-herself-Queen." He points to Constantine again and declares. "You are the key to preserving Albion. Give up your limitations. Sacrifice your ideals. Sacrifice yourself. Nothing can stop you from reaching your goal. Reach into Darkness for the good of man."

Igraine staggers when her attack passes through Aegrin. She falls onto her knees behind the image of the mad wizard as she calls, "Do not listen to him, Constantine!"

Constantine lowers his sword, however, and it focusing his attention on the mad wizard anyway. "What do you mean, old man? The key to preserving Albion from what? What the hell are you talking about?" But instead of answering, the mad wizard simply cries out. "DO NOT STOP! LET NOTHING COME BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR GOAL!"

And then a mist rises outside of the circle. And when the mist begins to settle, they are surrounded by matching likenesses of Constantine, right down to the black armor and open visor.

Igraine staggers when her attack passes through Aegrin. She falls onto her knees behind the image of the mad wizard as she calls, "Do not listen to him, Constantine!

Constantine lowers his sword, however, and it focusing his attention on the mad wizard anyway. "What do you mean, old man? The key to preserving Albion from what? What the hell are you talking about?" But instead of answering, the mad wizard simply cries out. "DO NOT STOP! LET NOTHING COME BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR GOAL!"

And then a mist rises outside of the circle. And when the mist begins to settle, they are surrounded by matching likenesses of Constantine, right down to the black armor and open visor.

Whether the wizard gets into Constantine's head or not, the hoarde of look-alikes advances relentlessly. The wizard cries out loudly. "FIND THE BLACK KNIGHT! BRING BACK THE BLACK KNIGHT!" And then he disappears. For his part, Constantine moves to stand back to back with Igraine. The hoarde attacks in a surge.

Igraine does not even think about the fact that it is a vision. She's spent her whole life training to destroy things in combat and she does so with anything that comes her way even if the majority of them seem to be focused on Constantine instead of her.

<OOC> Constantine runs the +challenge
RPG: Constantine challenges a difficulty of 9. Constantine chooses Force and the gifts SKL-AR, STY-KN, and STY-UN. Constantine succeeds.

Constantine also shifts from worrying about visions and illusions for the moment. The hoard advances with weapons drawn, and the battle closes. Waiting for the advance, Constantine begins swinging his sword once the dopplegangers are within reach. And each one speaks its own phrase, as if giving life to the words. Honor. Ideals. Obedience. Valiant Deeds.

The images of Constantine are not speaking to Igraine but the concepts they try to convey echo lightly through her consciousness or perhaps her subconscious as they do not quite strike the surface of her mind as she fights unceasingly.

Constantine fights without speaking, grunting softly every time his broadsword bites flesh. A rondel dagger in his left hand, he slips it between armor plates to brutal effect whenever possible. As the figures advance they whisper to Constantine, continuing to mock knighthood in all of its ideals. And as each one whispers it dies, either to Igraine's blade or to his own.

Igraine begins to straighten as she fights, snarling wordlessly at her many opponents and occasionally growling Constantine's name as if she were fighting him in truth.

The battle continues as the figures advance, striking at the pair with relentless determination. Eventually the hoarde things, and then all that's left around them are the bodies. As if shining our from behind a cloud, a ray of sunlight illuminates the circle of stones. There is a flash of light, and then the two are back in the throne room. Blades are still drawn and both are sweaty and bloodied.

“What the hell was THAT all about?" Constantine hisses.

When the vision fades, Igraine moves away from Constantine, putting some distance between them in the empty throne room as she holds up her sword defensively, "That was the mad wizard of Albion trying to get his hooks into you."

Constantine shakes his head, looking down at his blood-spattered armor and the gore dripping from his sword. "Trying to get his hooks into me? So you saw it as well, then." Looking over at the bloodied queen, that's pretty apparent. "What does he want with me?"

Igraine frowns, "He wants you to be the Black Knight of Lyonnesse. But I believe he interrupted an important conversation. What are your intentions, Constantine?"

Constantine smirks after she frowns. "You mean THE Black Knight, as opposed to simply A Black Knight…" he replies, mulling over the differences. Her question brings his attention back to the present, however. "Have you turned your back on the Chalice, my Queen?"

The scene fades…

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