[ WP ] For millennia , your clan of knights has passed down a set of enchanted armor that greatly increases one 's strength in battle . The catch : the armor has a mind of its own , and can telepathically communicate with its wearer .

The clan was defeated, every member disarmed and forced to the ground by enchantments as the enormous being held the head knight by the throat, staring with its non-existent eyes at the beaten warrior. 
 
 The women and children of the clan were kept from approaching by a magical barrier... one that I was pulled into, leaving me, the lame-legged scholar of the clan, a disgrace to my father, to move freely against the enchanted armor, our clan's greatest weapon and treasure. 
 
 But what was I to do? The armor was 10 feet tall, made from Angelic Steel and the hide from a dragon. The golden and teal, with the occasional decoration of emberstone, was indestructible and could destroy mountains with a wave of its hand. In fact, the castle was currently residing in a crater from the one and only time it had done so! 
 
'Were you not informed that only *I* could choose my next wearer?' the armor demanded in a voice that was n't actually there, the accent a thick Highland Brogue the likes our clan has n't spoken in centuries. It brought the ebony blade, made from dragonstooth, to my father's neck, ready to decapitate with merely a single pull.'It's very clear in the texts within the library which you needlessly ignore. Every male of age must be present, and not just those who happen to be your spares!' 
 
'He's a weakling!' my father protested.'He ca n't even walk right! As head of Clan Centurio, I can deny any-' 
 
'Who said you were head of this Clan?' the armor screamed, the thought causing everyone present to holler in pain.'Your title is Stewart of the Clan Centurio. You are *my* Stewart. Well, not any longer. Clan Centurio has *never* practiced Lord's Right before *you* sniveled your way to the head in my absence. But no longer.' 
 
 The blade cut through him with unnatural grace and speed, causing the head to plummet to the floor as blood began to pool all around the body as it was dropped by the armor. 
 
 With a snap of its gloves, the blood which had splattered over him had disappeared as did my father's corpse.'And this is why I did n't choose someone 50 years ago...' It then sheathed its freshly cleaned blade before turning towards me.'Boy, what is your name? Speak up, quickly now!' 
 
'A- Angus, my lord,' I said, surprised to be addressed. 
 
 I swear I could see it moving its head as if it were chuckling, but I could n't be sure.'Do you know what these fools lack that makes them ineligible as the next heads of this clan?' 
 
 I could say many things, but I could tell I was being tested.'A sense of honor and respect towards others?' I asked.'An inability to understand the definitions of courage, discipline or intellect - never mind the fact they do n't know what `` Definition'' even means? The fact they're all drunken slobs?' 
 
'Right on all accounts,' the lord spoke.'All these boys know is fighting and drinking. Why did none of the older knights intervene?' 
 
'The Stewart exiled them,' an old woman shouted from the crowd,'they're now wandering as mercenaries.' 
 
'Oh, for...' the armor groaned in horror and disgrace.'They had honor and paid the price for it? They're admirable. Each one of you is a disgrace to the clan - I might even call you treasonous! The knights from which they are descended, who swore to protect King, Country and Family, would be ashamed of how all they want to do is to go to war. They did n't even have respect for the head of the Clan - they only liked him because he allowed them to run wild. This is why I choose you to wear this armor!' 
 
'... What?' 
 
'You know respect for your fellow clan members!' the knight praised me, and condemned the knights, including my elder brothers.'You know that the Knights should protect those who feed them, who make their weapons and armor, but that these people are more important than just keeping our warriors ready for war. The title of Stewart is yours, Angus Centurio.' 
 
 Before I knew it, I was lifted into the air before the armor opened up. Normally I would be unable to fit inside, but for some reason enchantments began to extend my limbs, build up upon them until the suit fit rather snugly around me... or rather, I fit rather snugly inside the suit. 
 
'What in the...?' I gasped, my voice now booming with an unnatural power, both physical and magical. I began to shuffle about, before realizing what had happened. 
 
 I was chosen to lead the Clan of Knights, despite having no knowledge on how to wield a weapon. 
 
 My body was changed to fit the armor, so now I was a 10 foot tall moving fortress. 
 
 My magical power had been greatly enhanced, so that the fireballs I was casting was now a mere party trick compared to the Knight's repertoire. 
 
 My leg, rendered lame due to a bad break when I was only a small child, was perfectly healed. 
 
 I was trying to understand everything when a presence entered my mind, that of the armor itself.'Normally this is where I'd begin my tutelage of yourself, but we have more important things to worry about.' 
 
 Soon, I spoke... or rather, the Knight spoke through me.'I'm directly controlling Angus for now. This ceremony is over. Everyone return to your duties... except the supposed `` Knights'' in front of me.' 
 
 Everyone cautiously hurried from the courtyard, leaving only the knights behind.'Rank and file,' the armor ordered through me. And grew coldly furious when they refused to comply. 
 
'Err... wot?' 
 
'***LINE UP IN FRONT OF ME, SHOULDER TO SHOULDER!! ***' he bellowed, the voice exploding out of my throat. 
 
 They all complied, albeit very sloppily.'I wo n't shoot the breeze - *none* of you gobshites have any *right* to call yourselves Knights of Clan Centurio, after that absolutely despicable excuse that brute called `` Training''. Consider this the beginning of your training - your *real* training! And if you fail, I *will* kill you. Do you understand?' 
 
 [ Expect a part 2 soon ]
