Cavaliers Rise as Warriors of the Realm

cavaliers – warriors

The cobblestones of Veridia’s capital ran slick with rain and something darker tonight. For weeks, whispers had coiled through the fog-shrouded alleys, tales whispered by those who knew the cost of defiance. They spoke of the Cavaliers. Not the polished knights of the old order, but something else entirely – a shadow rising from the ashes of forgotten grievances.

It began subtly. Supplies vanished from caravans bound for the garrison, weapons caches rusted open in abandoned mines. Then, the first body turned up in the docks district, a tax collector with a distinctive sigil carved deep into his chest – a broken sword wreathed in thorns. The city watch scrambled, but the perpetrators left no trace, only a chilling signature. The Cavaliers weren't stealing; they were waging war.

Their methods were brutal, efficient, terrifyingly precise. Patrols vanished without a sound, their armor repurposed for unseen purposes. Couriers carrying decrees from the corrupt Lord Regent never reached their destinations. Messages appeared overnight on the city walls, scrawled in blood: 'Justice is a blade, and we are its edge.' Each act was a calculated blow against the rot festering in Veridia's heart, each victim a symbol of the oppression they claimed to dismantle.

The Lord Regent’s response was predictable: crackdowns, curfews, public executions meant to instill fear. But fear was the Cavaliers' currency now. Every head mounted on a pike seemed to fuel their ranks. More young men and women, eyes burning with a desperate righteousness, vanished into the labyrinthine streets. They moved like ghosts, striking where the iron fist was weakest, leaving behind only questions and the scent of cold iron.

The realm held its breath. Were the liberators or common criminals? The line blurred with every passing night. One thing was undeniable: the Cavaliers weren't just rising anymore. They were hunting. And the warriors of the realm, once symbols of order, now found themselves the prey in a city descending into a shadow war where justice wore a mask of vengeance. The rain washed away the blood, but the terror remained, a cold certainty that the Cavaliers were here, and they were far from finished.

Cavaliers Rise as Warriors of the Realm

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