The White Knight's page

You fought in the battle of the plains of Gehenna some five millennia hence, and were vanquished by an alu-fiend squire of an Abyssal lord. Your time of exile is not yet done. The rites deny it.

The bony jaw of the knight clicks, and puffs of something which might be dust emerge. It's possible that had the knight voice, it might be laughing.

And then, meaningfully, it lowers its lance.

The knight tugs on rotting leather reins and brings his travesty of mount to a halt. He seems to be considering something, turning his head from left to right, surveying the scene.

A shape emerges from the mist of a skeletal figure in tarnished silver mail of an antique design astride an equally skeletal horse. The 'knight' carries a heavy lance of elm, pitted with wormholes and blotched with fungus.

The White Knight tosses an incoproeal battleaxe after Dark Solnes, which thuds into his back, and will cause Dark Solnes to negate himself from existence in a paradoxical twist or irrelevence within one hour of the injury, unless treated before then.
Ia, Naragmoratha! Naragmoratha ftaghn!
The White Knight turns and stalks from the thread...

But destroying the universe will make my dark lord happy for the positive Solnes will be his!!!

ALL HAIL CTHULHU!!!!!!!!!!!

An undead knight, in tarnished armour, clanks in upon proceedings.

Bah! My cthulhu is greater than your cthulhu, snivelling anti-matter wretch.