《Infinitium, Book 1》Chapter 37, Sometimes, Being Good is Limiting
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(Day 167) Aprilis 11th, 12th year of the Dragon, Age of Enlightenment
I reappeared in my foyer to find Adaline in her High Elf form laying on the Foyer floor with arrows sticking out of her and a huge black pool of blood spreading out to be absorbed by my Place of Power. With a thought I had my nanites destroy any arrows that were sticking out of Adaline and try to stop the bleeding. I wasn’t sure if it would work, but I had to try.
There was a Boom! As the wall shook slightly.
The Nanites reported success in the removal of the arrows but any nanites that were inside her body ceased to exist as soon as the arrows were destroyed. I laid my hands on Adaline and started channeling Prayer of Healing. I received my first shock when the energy didn’t flow.
Another Boom! echoed from the door.
I Prayed to Serena and thought “This Black Dragon is my first friend in this Universe and is like family to me.” With the end of that thought, the healing energy flooded out of him. At a rate of 100 hp per second I channeled healing energy into her until the wounds were closed and the bleeding stopped. 10 seconds into channeling there was another boom. After that there was a “Boom!” every 10 seconds for the next 50 seconds while I channeled the healing into Adaline which was really beginning to annoy me. She wasn’t healed completely and still looked pale, but she was stable and I needed to go see what the hell was going on.
Boom!
I picked up Adaline. In her High Elf form, she weighed about 120 pounds. I carried her up the stairs to her bedroom and placed her on her bed. I double-checked to make sure she was safe, then I stepped out.
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Boom!
I willed the door to close and lock behind me as I went up the stairs to my room and stepped out onto the terrace. I activated my fly ability, then flew up and over to look down at what was attacking my home. A man in full-plate armor on a horse, probably a knight of some kind, was directing four other knights, also in plate armor, to use a battering ram on the door to my tower. I landed lightly on the roof's east edge called down in my best military drill sergeant voice.
“Stop!”
The Knight on the horse looked up and in a move that was quick and accurate, fired a crossbow he’d pulled from somewhere I hadn’t noticed. That was quite impressive. I deflected the bolt easily.
“I SAID STOP!” I shouted.
The Knight on the horse pulled a second crossbow from somewhere, he must have a saddle of holding that had preloaded crossbows in it. That was a very cool idea, being able to pull out preloaded crossbows while on horseback. I sidestepped the second bolt as well. Even so, I wasn’t going to put up with this much disrespect in my Place of Power.
Muttering “Alrighty then, no more mister nice guy,” I ordered my nanites to dissolve anything on the five men that was nonmagical and not part of my tower within 500 feet. And dodged a third attack.
I dropped darkness onto the entire outside area of my Place of Power. The full 500’ radius that surrounded the entrance to my Tower. The knight on horseback drew forth a blade that glowed brightly in my vision but did nothing to dispel the darkness.
I used Ventriloquism to make my voice come from different directions in the darkness. “Now that I have your attention, this is my Place of Power. You have attacked one of my guests and attempted to break into my home. You will put the weapons you have left either in their scabbards or down on the ground. When you have done this, I will remove the darkness and we will talk like civilized individuals. Or,“ I said pausing for dramatic effect, “The next light you will see is when you exit this zone of darkness as you fall down the cliff to the hills a mile below.”
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The four knights standing next to my front door put their weapons on the ground as their sheaths had been destroyed by the nanites. The Knight on the horse cast a spell then looked around until he found me and looked me directly in the eyes. He drew a Longsword which flashed brilliantly.
I Identified it as a Holy Sword of Zeltar as the knight utilized some form of movement ability to be in front of me as he made a stabbing motion towards my chest. Almost lazily, I hit two nerve junctions, one on each hand which caused the knight, more likely a Holy Knight, to lose his grip just long enough for me to make a very precise kick into the hilt of the sword sending it straight up, as if shot from a bow point first, as I loudly declared “By the will of Serena I return this Holy Sword of Zeltar to Heavens until a true champion of good worthy of the blade finds it again.” The sword traveled 10’ then disappeared as a loud bell rang from the heavens.
The Knight in front of me looked at where the sword had been when it disappeared and dropped to a knee as I whispered “Zeltar, forgive me”
I stepped back and released the darkness as I kept an eye on all five knights.
I motioned for the four knights to stand over by the wall while I surveyed my courtyard. As I was doing that I talked just loud enough so the knights could hear me.” Mother Fuckers come to my home, shoot my friend, try to batter down my wall. Then when I ask them to stop, then this fucking idiot right here, tries to shoot me not once, not twice but three fucking times. Lady Serena, please give me the patience to deal with the struggles I must endure today.”
I turned and waited for this Knight to stop communing with his God while I analyzed him.
Analyze, Success, Kor, Holy Knight of Zeltar, Level 4,800, HP 10,800
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