Knights of the Temple Trailer #2

I never heard or saw the arrow that killed me. It must have come out of the woods behind me. I had let the intensity of the battle distract me. The smell and taste of sweat, leather, blood and steel. The pain and the fear that always honed my instincts and reflexes to a razors edge. It was all very familiar to me, a second nature. I reveled in the battle but at this time it finally failed me. I fell and the last thing my senses took in, was the smell of the earth and the intensity of the autumn sun before it all went out...Hours, weeks, years... I do not know for how long I was lost in darkness. I could vaguely smell the scent of ointments and herbs. A constant chanting could be heard, but maybe that came from my dreams, the dreams of my death.I was dead. Or at least I thought I was. Perhaps it was all a dream? A voice speaks to me. It is an angelic voice. So sweet, but at the same time commanding. There is a shape in my mind too. Bright but at the same time terrifying. It reminds me about the images in old religious text and sculptures in the cathedrals. Is it an Angel? It speaks. "You must find what has been lost. You have been chosen. It lies beneath that that was destroyed by the heirs of Aeneas and is guarded by the poor, the chaste, the obedient and the powerful. Seek help among the children of Isaac and Ishmael. They are all Gods' creation and they need to unite. The eve of destruction and atonement is upon us. Help us!"Now I see that the shape is crying. It reaches out its hand and puts it on my shoulder. The smell of burning flesh reaches my nostrils and searing pain stabs my flesh! Suddenly I’m alive again. I sit upright in a cot, the monks surrounding my sick bed gasped in astonishment, hastily crossed themselves and fled out of the room. My armor lay scattered on the floor. As I turned in the bed to get dressed I saw my image in a mirror. It was the face of a stranger. My eyes shone with an eerie light from face so cowered in scars that my familiar features was obliterated. A mark from a severe burn in the shape of a large hand disfigured my shoulder. I dressed with much effort. I was still weak. A crash on the door announces the return of my enemies. My hand clutches the hilt of my broadsword. This time, I think, this time my death will cost my enemies dearly... Features: * 30 characters * 14 levels * Full 3D * Innovative fighting system with focus on tactics and action.