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A Rising Knight: Volume 2
What’s the difference between a soldier and a warrior? What’s the difference between those who live in the world and those who shape it? Power. Pain. Purpose. Arrogance. Rage. Fearlessness. Determination. Welcome back to the fight, it’s missed you.
A rising Knight: Volume 2, Born for War continues the ongoing story of a man who would be legend. The stage had been set. The players are on their marks. It’s show time. Marvel as Vlad marvels or the wonders of learning his craft. Rage as he rages at a world determined to wipe his people off the face of the earth. Revel as he revels in the in the pure fun that is having power and only that responsibility you choose to take on. And finally, be there to meet the men who clean up the messes and tell the lies.
Born for War features amazing cover art by Paulo Barrios and David Delanty and a full galley in the back. There you can check out all the steps in the creation of this amazing cover as well as other art associated with the series.
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Torrents of the Reigh roared through him as he drew in everything he could. The Knight had no idea what a Dractine was. All he knew was that with this much power, and the right spell, he could do anything. A feral grin spread across his face. Anything.
The demon turned its head. Ethan was right, this shield couldn't mask his full power. No matter, the time for hide and seek was over. The Knight did two things at once. He traced a wall of compress air around himself, the street in front of the demon's building and the building itself. With that wall surrounding them they could be as loud as they liked and no one would hear a thing. The second thing he did all the air from the front of the demon's building, creating a vacuum. A big one.
In an instant the entire front of the apartment blew outward showering stone, glass and mortar. A silent explosion. Instead the Knight's bones were rattled by a hollow concussion. Sound finally came when rubble and demon both crashed to the ground. Vibrations trembled through the ground so that the pole shivered under his fingers. The Knight let go and followed the wreckage to the ground.
Faster than he expected the demon was up and standing on its hind hands. An axe bloomed from darkness into its raised right hand. The demon gave out a roar, like a donkey’s bray magnified a thousand times. The sound of it stabbed into the Knight’s ears as the demon charged.
Vladimir Duran
Vladimir Duran is a man who loves a good story no matter what form it takes. He’s into everything from comics, manga and anime to the epic poets and classic cinema. A good story is a good story is a good story. Vladimir lives in New York City where he pretends to be a legal clerk when he would rather be writing. He spends his free time Drawing and Playing Mass Effect. He also likes to build magic systems based on classical philosophy.
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Born for War - Vladimir Duran
Cover Credits
Line art by: Paulo Barrios
Colors by: David Delanty
Short Story Cover: Xiao Jin or Asterisk
Chronological Order
ARK-007 Betrayal
ARK-010 Awakening
ARK-011 Rebirth
ARK-015 Stalking
ARK-016 Naming
ARK-017 Hunting
ARK-022 Learning
ARK-023 Migraine
ARK-024 Apathy
ARK-001 Carnage
ARK-005 Meeting
ARK-006 Family
ARK-008 Alliance
ARK-009 Declaration
ARK-013 Assault
ARK-014 Champion
ARK-012 Enemy
ARK-018 Cleaners
ARK-002 Negotiator
ARK-003 Thief
ARK-004 Collector
ARK-019 Pretender
ARK-020 Superhero
ARK-021 Failure
By Story Arc
Wraith: Year One
Remember that kid in class who looked at you like you weren’t there. This is why you don’t mess with that kid.
ARK-010 Awakening
ARK-011 Rebirth
ARK-015 Stalking
ARK-016 Naming
ARK-017 Hunting
ARK-022 Learning
ARK-023 Migraine
ARK-024 Apathy
Resistance Revolution Revenge
Sometimes we fight for ambition. Sometimes we fight to defend others. Sometimes we fight for justice. Sometimes it matters. Sometimes we just fight.
ARK-001 Carnage
ARK-005 Meeting
ARK-006 Family
ARK-008 Alliance
ARK-009 Declaration
ARK-013 Assault
ARK-014 Champion
Searching for a Symbol
Every army needs a standard, every nation needs a flag, and every legend needs a symbol.
ARK-002 Negotiator
ARK-003 Thief
ARK-004 Collector
ARK-019 Pretender
ARK-020 Superhero
ARK-021 Failure
Stand Alone Chapter
Some stories stand alone.
ARK-007 Betrayal
ARK-012 Enemy
ARK-018 Cleaners
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ARK-013 - Assault
-Never let the enemy set the rules by which you play the game
August 19th 3:16am (Local time) 1 Year 1 Month 2 Weeks 6 Days since first contact
54 degrees. Minor cloud cover. Hearthstone the city of earth is perhaps the most alien of the five. Buildings that look like dense forests or immense single trees grow out of the island of Kratos. Stone of every hue and variety is used in their construction. Plants of a hundred thousand nuances grow as leaves on the buildings. They fill wide plots of earth running down the center or each street and drape from every window. The air is always pregnant with the rich scent of growing things. Every genus and strain is cultivated in the city itself and surrounding environs. Being the only one of the five to lack a proper wall, Hearthstone's primary defense is the life that grows around it. The Green Death. Wizards in Lightning strike have been warily looking at the sky for a month.
An arc of blood soared through the air, gushing from the torn throat of a man Wraith had just killed. His first barrage of spells had chilled the room far below freezing and even fresh blood could not hold on to its heat. Droplets froze to glittering rubies in midair and shattered when they hit ground.
Wraith released his grip on the man’s hair and let the body fall to the ground. The blade he’d taken out of the man’s hand and used to kill him clattered to the floor after him. He stood alone in the blasted conference room, I Will Not Bow1, playing in his ears. That was the last of the Hunters in this room.
Eleven other bodies were strewn haphazardly around the room. Some lay like broken dolls, no marks visible on them other than trails of blood running from their eyes. A few slumped over sparse utilitarian furniture, hideous gashes exposing their innards. A greasy stain trailed down one of the walls to a wreckage of flesh and bone slumped on the ground beneath it. Hoarfrost and points of ice slowly spread across everything, tucking the massacre in under a blanket of white. The shadow mantel of the Wraith played with those points.
If not for that blanket the abattoir sent of death would have threatened to choke him.
Putting this off had been a bad idea. A month had been too long. The Hunters hadn’t known he would be coming to this particular outpost. They had been prepared for the possibility regardless. Orders had been given. When fellow officers started to die around them, those yet among the living raised an outpost wide alarm. An entire fortress worth of Knight Hunters was marshaling against him at that very moment. Even worse a signal had probably gotten out to their temporary headquarters. Reinforcements would be on their way. Fuster cluck.
At least this first strike had been successful. The commander of this outpost as well as most of his highest ranking officers lay at his feet.
If he were smart Wraith would leave now. Tonight wasn't about smart, however. He’d made a bold claim and punctuated it with a direct attack on Knight Hunter headquarters. If he followed that up with small bites at Blackblade’s flanks he would lose momentum. The people would forget him. Revolution as distraction would only work if Blackblade could think of nothing else. He could not be allowed to notice Jack and Olga's underground railroad. That meant another big strike on the heels of the first. Prove he wasn’t a one hit wonder. He’d chosen the division headquarters for the Knight Hunters in Hearthstone3.
A division headquarters would hold the largest concentrations of his enemies. Right now, it was a numbers game. Other than these forts, units were kept in mobile battalions of fifty with varying levels of gear and training. Why take out fifty soldiers and one officer, when he could take out two hundred and a whole room full of officers? Blackblade might be able to cover up a few missing battalions. The destruction of an entire division headquarters would be impossible to hide.
The idea wasn't as outlandish as it might have seemed. In closed quarters their advantage in numbers meant little.
Even under his Wraith persona it sickened him to use these kinds of tactics. A knight was an instrument war not terror. Images of smoke and death flickered in his mind. Towers burning, towers falling. Images could not hold him back. He couldn’t let them. Wizards were committing the systematic genocide of their own children. These were the only kind of tactics he could use. So he would use them.
Reflection and debate could not aid him now. The now was a time for blood and fire.
Knight Hunters were exactly that, hunters. Being on the defensive was new for them. They would be gathering together in a couple of strongholds. Sweeper teams might be sent after him from those positions but they would fortify at least two points in the building. Vlad had read their manual; deviation was not encouraged. Adaptation smacked too much of their pray.
In order to hold those positions they would have to keep a significant number of their forces back. He’d already shown them a smaller force would fail. Escalation by numbers was their way. They would dig in. Fortify their positions with every shield spell they could cobble together and back that up with fire from scores of Hunters. His choice was to go straight to those strongholds or try and ambush any parties sweeping the halls.
No choice at all. Reinforcements would be here in forty-five minutes at best. He did not have time for cautious bites. This was a numbers game. The strongholds.
Better that way. Better to take them when they thought they were safe. Better to show them their strength meant nothing to him. He the thresher, they the wheat. Besides, he could use a standup fight to help settle the disgust in his stomach.
Olga had gotten him the blueprints to this place. There were a limited number of places where the Hunters could mount any kind of defense. If he hurried he could check them out and take them down before reinforcements showed up. Forty-five minutes was plenty of time for someone who moved like a Knight.
Speeding through corridors on his way to the stronghold Wraith made note of the changes to the original design. The layout had been copied from an earlier design with the decorative elements removed. Uniform gray walls and corridors met at right angles. Strips of light spells2 lined upper corners of corridors and rooms, providing cold light. Hastily vacated rooms were filled with plain, utilitarian furniture. The place had felt like a tomb before he’d ever begun to fill it with bodies.
Two floors and three corridors and four minutes later, Wraith arrived at the first stronghold.
Most people took for granted that wizards like to embellish things and forgot why. The original plans for this type of fortress called for a row of statues in a dead end corridor behind a blind turn. Those statues were intended to provide cover. Defenders were supposed to hide behind them and turn the corridor into a murder zone. Instead, the statues had been removed and the Hunters took cover behind a single line of heavy shields. Effectively they’d turned a storm of crossfire, into a wall of oncoming spells.
It might have worked if he were stupid enough to try over powering eighty soldiers at once. As it was however, this was the kind of critical mistake that got people killed. He couldn’t have survived fire triangulated from that many directions at once. But a single stream of spells coming from one location…that was a different matter altogether.
A year ago he believed the Knight state suppressed emotion. His understanding had grown. The Knight state didn’t suppress emotion; it harnessed emotion into a weapon. To be a Knight was to harness your very existence into a weapon.
He took a breath and was ready. The breath was not the beginning of the fight but it was a beginning. Drain the Blood4 began to play.
Like a streak of darkness and shadow, Wraith burst across the open end of the hall. The Broken Bolt's reaction time was excellent. Spells let fly as soon as they had a target.
Bright bars of liquid heat and bolts of lightning thundered toward him with all the fury of a hurricane. Wraith didn’t flinch; he headed straight into the deadly gale. He was a Knight. Every detail of those spells was clear to him. He could see them splitting, heating and churning the air as they came. He could see the angels and mathematics of their song. A thunder in a hundred voices. They were coming to kill him. A grin tugged at the left side of his face.
The first volley washed over him. Every hair on his body tried to stand on end even as the pressure plastered them against his skin. Shivers of power in the air made his joints ache fit to break apart. Lights in a hundred hues and a thousand thunderous echoes assaulted his senses. Grating against his mind.
Impossibly, he found a way through that barrage. He neither broke nor countered the spells coming at him. Suicide to try. No one had that kind of power without augmentation. What he did, was find holes in the firing solution. Gaps between spells that should not have been there, should have been too small to fit, should not have been passable unscathed. Nimbly, he made his way through barrage after barrage.
Forces powerful enough to warp the basic laws of the universe flowed through him like rivers of fire. Twin to the monstrous flow of the Reigh he drew down and focused into his right hand. A dance. He was a streak of shadow and mist, playing with forces that would rage out of control and rip him to shreds if he faltered a single step. He was the balancing point, the locus that kept harmony from becoming cacophony. This too, was the meaning Knight. To balance life and death.
Moments like this were what he lived for.
The Hunter’s shields were real, physical shields. Square towers of steel, three quarters the height of a man locked together to form a shining wall. The fist and broken lightning bolt emblazoned large on their curved surface. Wards on each of the shields interlaced with those to either side creating something stronger than the sum of its components. A wall of magic that could not be seen but was be felt by every wizard there. A oneway permeable barrier, allowing spells out but blocking anything coming in.
Within twenty feet of those shields Wraith was no longer able to press forward. This close to the firing point there were no openings leading forward. Forward wasn't his intent. He maneuvered close to the wall and jumped strait up, out of the Hunter's firing solution.
He kicked out and made contact with the wall. The power of the kick and the warp of