Valley of Tod, Unknown Date

Somewhere in /dsw/

Screams and shouts came from the village as the 'Koboniggers' continued to plunder the helpless peasants. A scene that would be shocking to the civilised world was common in these lands. This village in particular had been plundered thrice already, but the 'Koboniggers' knew not what a dead horse was to beat when they saw it. The definition of madness is doing the same thing over again and expecting different results: The same could be said of both the villagers and the niggers. Soothsayers kept telling the villagers that they must stay in their village for their 'saviour' would come. Many had already left, but a few survived only to get molested once more by the nonces. Like all the times previous, however, the niggers did not find the prepubescent girls they so sought, but old wretches and filthy hags.

But alas, killing was something they did love to do, but little did they know that the man the soothsayers had long talked about was riding up. Muhammad, the leader of the 'Koboniggers' saw a lone man trotting foward with his horse. Who this bloke was, he didn't know, but another man to kill would make his day even better.

As the man rode closer, Muhammad got a good look at what appeared to be some kind of Knight. He looked quite impressive to the tribal. Dressed from head to toe in black plate armour, his armor did not gleam like most of the Knights that the Saracen had seen to this point. His helm was most glorious, a winged helmet with black horns with red feastings. Around his neck, was some sort of charm, in the shape of a scorpion. Muhammad, while in awe, thought of the great prize he would get for this bloke's armour.

He watched as the Knight dismounted from his mighty steed and walked slowly towards the village. Like a daemon, Muhammad scream at the top of his lungs "Lads, we got ourselves a hero. Let's give him a hero's welcome." From all the vestages of the village, the raiders eager gathered up and then; Suddenly, 50 'Koboniggers' appeared in front of the Knight, who stopped as if to watch them with curiousity.

Muhammad shouted at him "What brings you here, metal man? Who are you?"

The Black Knight did not reply, rather he stood there as if unimpressed of the rabble in front of him.

"DID YOU HEAR ME YOU? I WILL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB IF YOU DO NOT REPLY YOU FOOL! WE HAVE YOU OUTNUMBERED!" screamed Muhammad.

The Knight looked over him and gave him the two fingered salute. He raised his Warhammer and started to walk towards the men before him.

Taken aback by this sign of defiance, the Saracen screamed "All right chaps, GIVE THIS SON OF A WHORE A WARM WELCOME HAHAHHAHAHA"

Like a wave, the 'Koboniggers' charged at the Knight, who remained emotionless. The first man that reached him, named Ali, swung at him with his club only to find his head caved in by the Knight. The knight then threw his warhammer at some poor bloke in front of him, knocking him out and drew forth his mighty sword. With quite the great canvas in front of him, the Knight calmly painted it all red with the blood and entrails of the tribals that tried to approach him. One of the tribals jumped on top of him, and tried to rip off his helm only to get impaled on the horned. Backing up, the Knight threw the impaled man forward like a log and knocked a half dozen over. He beat and battered through all of them, leaving them in pieces as he walked all the way up to Muhammad.

Three giants stood in his way and grunted forth a laugh. " This guy is good, but he won't last against us, brothers." said Nizam, the oldest of the three. The giants ran at him, only to find their fate to be sealed. The first was beheaded with a mighty swing, the second torn asunder by the second swing and the third impaled on the end of the blade. As he choked on his blood, the Knight grabbed him by the neck and laughed wickedly before putting the poor sod out of his misery.

Muhammad, shaking in fear and having pissed himself watching this terror of a man destroy all of his friends tried to flee. But as if he was being held by a clamp, he couldn't moved. The Knight took his time, he wiped his sword clean and walked closer to Muhammad "P-ppppp-ppppplease shoowow mmeer" Thunk. Off came the head of the proud Saracen and rolled on the ground.

Almost as soon as his head settled, the villagers emerged to hail their saviour "Huzzah Huzzah" came the shouts, but the Knight was unmoved and started to make his way back to his horse. An old man from the village ran and shouted "Stop sonny, you did us a great deed." The Knight stopped and turned around to see the oldman right in front of him. He approached the knight and touched his armour "Who are you boy? We must know your n-uuggghhh" The Knight had thrust his blade into the old man's stomach without hestitation and withdrew it swiftly. The oldman collasped from the blow, dying from it. The Knight then turned around and continued to walk back to his mount. He then saddled up and rode off.

The villagers rushed to the old man, and only to find him to have bleed out from the thrust. Who was this black knight and who did he fight for? What was the purpose of all of this? Alas, they would never figure out this mystery, like many others.