Zoricus Vs. Crowley

The legends and tales of the knights of King Arthur’s Round Table have resounded for ages—vivid stories of courageous and gallant knights usurping evil while simultaneously maintaining an upstanding reputation. Through the Arthurian tales, one has the opportunity to experience heroic narratives of exemplary models of knights who clearly illustrate the chivalry and honorability one should aspire to possess. No more evidently is this theme displayed than in the 14th century epic poem Sir Gawain and the Green Knight—a narrative of Sir Gawain, nephew of the legendary King Arthur, and his heroic journey against a mysterious green knight. In this heroic journey, the inherent charisma Gawain possesses and is continually praised for affirms the

“Money, do you have any spare change?” They looked at me with pity. One dropped a gold coin into my hands. But otherwise, they kept on moving. What had put me in this cursed position? I should be a great knight, not a lowly beggar. Yet here I was, lying on the street asking for money. Some more people came by, I could tell they came from south of here. For one they had their weapons proudly

At night, the queen’s Hirdin—her elite guard—dragged people from their homes, accused them of disloyalty, and took them to the castle tower. Screams of anguish were heard day and

They warned the king that he could be next. The king told the guards to search the rest of the castle for whoever killed his sons; he and the queen locked themselves in their room for safety, but it was already too late. Marrvack was already in the room and appeared to Frederick and Gertrude. Frederick reached for his sword and swung at Marrvack with all his might, but Marrvack blocked his blow with the Supremacy. The king was astonished to what he saw. Marrvack knocked the king down and kicked away his sword. They were completely defenseless against Marrvack’s powers. Marrvack said to the king, “I will spare your lives if you tell the guards to stand down and obey all of my order’s.” The king replied, “I will never give up my kingdom without a fight!” Marrvack said aggressively, “Fine, I will just have to take it by force!” Marrvack casted spells on the king and queen instantly. The queen was dying very quickly right before the king’s eye. There was nothing he could do, but sit there and watch. The spell casted upon Frederick was another death spell, but this spell killed Frederick slow and painfully. He suffered and cried while Marrvack laughed hysterically. The guards busted down the door to only their king and queen dead, with the menacing sorcerer standing there with a huge grin upon his face. The guards were in complete and utter shock. They knew they could

“How was i supposed to know the weakling could actually defeat the unicorn!?” Barked the king once the tailor left for his new mission. “If he comes back alive with that boar, someone's getting lynched!” Screamed the king, his face red with anger.

On the eve of the Renaissance, there were four brothers of wealthy pedigree. Their sundry stories were as tightly knit as a twilled textile, always aloof with vigor and fraternity, in the small Welsh hamlet of Cartref. The eldest, named Robert, was the beneficiary of the family estate, a sprawling sheep farm. He spent his days crutching and herding the livelihood of the brother’s elderly parents. The Second brother, named Frederick, apprenticed a blacksmith, and learned the craft of coercing iron and steel into tools of production as well as destruction. And the youngest two brothers, William and Harrison, earned a King’s Shilling, bringing home honor, for King and for Country.

The brigade of Knights moved cautiously through the streets of Rome. They were a part of the Knight’s Templars. They rode through the streets moving towards the Holy See. Their armor glistened in the sun light. Their leader Sir Onfroi rode on his horse glaring at the people in the crowds, their great helms were protecting them from the coldness of the winter. They moved towards the church.

The king arose from his seat. He made an anouncement. He said “ As you can see my daughter has chosen the decision to not betray her lover…” The king was disaponted that his daughter chose not to kill him. The king really wanted to see a blood bath. He wanted to see soem one get eaten. This is the

The white queen pressed forward and in one mighty swing felled the king’s loyal guard. The king shrunk away, a sense of vulnerability washing over him. Suddenly, one of the kings henchmen lurched forward, sword in hand, appeared behind the king, trapping the ruler. Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. The king knew it was over.

The kingdom and all other close lands were depicted on the thick parchment. Brodd Ahlstedt wasn't alone. At his side were three knights and a red faced adviser. At Adalrik's intrusion all five raised their head from the conversation to look at him. About to acknowledge him, the prince cut the commoners off. "Leave," The dismissive tone had caused the king to frown deeply. His arms crossed his chest and every slight movement shook his appealing black garb. The four looked to him for guidance.

After five hours of marching, the group of five thousand arrived at the king’s palace in Versailles. As they crowd stormed the castle, the noise they created woke the king and queen. They tried to flee the palace, however they were too slow and the mob caught them. They were put in carts and taken back to Paris.

“Attention! I will be picking the fourteen youth who will go in my palace for our yearly competition!” King Minos announced. Spectators became excited as the speech continued. “Now, I will draw names from this big pile,” he addressed. As he looked down at the pile of names, he started to smile. His smile looked as evil as a devil. His big hands rustled through the pile. Grabbing fourteen slips of paper; he unfolded them and announced the names. “Let’s see what we have

“They must be looking for that man. Let's guide them to him and let the hounds kill him.”

to the king. Their enemy had unexpectedly come to fight them. They were very close to the city.

The whole forest stood motionless as I was silent for a minute, gauging and assessing the situation. The cards were on the table. With the exception of Alexander, the others all had something akin to shock on their face.