A Knight's Blog

What has become of us? We were once a great people, who believe in morales and Biblical truths. We cared for the meek and empowered the commoner. We establish a great nation, one of the only two Covenant Nations (Israel being the other). But now, we've become an abomination. I watch as celeberties and politicans step up to their pulpits to preach green doctrines, while they demand the blood of our children. The trees must be saved they say! But your baby, just place it on shelf and crack its skull! The butterflies are agony they say, but they heed not the cries of children lieing in on excution table. Murder has become legal. You can at any point in a pregnancy visit a clinic and have it aborted. Scientists say the fetus feels no pain, that an embryo is not living. I dare say God does not agree nor should we. Life is in the blood, the moment that sperm meets the egg a mircale happens. The Almighty ignites a spark, a flame is kindled and it begins to take form. I wonder how many

I just recently watched a moving film (To Walk With Lions) about a elderly man (played by Richard Harris) who has a reserve in Africa where he rehabilitates lions and releases them back into the wild. The film moved me to tears as I I watched the cruelty comitted against these kingly beasts and other creations of the Most High. Over avarice and greed man has slaughter gentle and ferocious creatures such as the elphant and the lion. These creations once roamed Africa and other territories freely, but now they barely survive in preserves and concentration camps (Zoos). The Siberian Tiger is nearing extinction! Will I one day point in a book like that of the Dinosaurs and tell my kid "This is the Tiger, it was like the lion, it is exstinct." When will the madness end? God made us the stewards of this earth, not rapests and pillagers seeking to exploit every living creature for revenue! I understand the need to slay beasts for food or  because of peril. But hunting them for sp

There seems to be a Crusader Renassiance going on in film, literature, and video games these days. One of the most popular franchises is The Assassin's Creed Series which takes placed in both the Crusader & Renassiance periods. My only angst with the Assassin's Creed games is that they depict the Templars as bigoted villans bent on acquiring lost treasures. I have long desired that a developer would decide to tell the other side of the story; to put the player in the Templar's boots. At last, my wish has been granted by Kalypso. The First Templar takes place around The Fourth Crusade. You assume the role of Celian D'Arestide , a Templar Knight on a quest to find the Holy Grail. On your journey you are accompany by Roland , a synical Templar veteran and later Marie D'Ibelin , the daughter of a famous Templar. The gameplay is redundant, but quite addictive. You can easily get away with buttom mashing, in fact its often the key to survival. There is an RPG el

" This Friday 13th shall be remembered, you mark my words ." - Templar Knight, La Rochelle, France   Friday 13th, 1307, The First Templar On Friday 13th, in the year of our Lord 1307. A great atrocity was commited against The Poor Soldiers of Christ of the Temple, also known as The Knights Templar. On that fateful day three hundred Templar brothers were charged with crimes against Christiandom and burned at the stake. The architect was King Phillip 'The Fair', the Soverign of France. He once was our ally, but as our wealth and dominion grew in the Holy Land and Europe envy & avarice apprehended him. Utilizing his puppet Pope Clememt IV, Phillip hunted us down and burnt our last grand master Jaques de Molay. Thus each year this incident is remembered by subsequent generations. They believe it to be a unlucky day, full of bad karma and other superstitions. What they have forgotten, is that it was dark day in history when good Christian men burned for one man

The Buildings burn around us, Churches are set ablaze. I wade through a street of corpses. We are hemmed in by our enemy. With my blade I hew my way out of the furnace, I delve into the infidel who's body springs forth red wells. This once great Crusader haven has become the den of Satan. My comrades abandon their posts, they flee seeking salvation in the ships. I stand alone, preparing to face the tempest. My white tunic is covered in soot, blood mingles with the scarlet cross. I cry out to God, but I hear no answer. I am at the mercy of Mamuluke Commander.   Ships set sail, as flaming arrows fell. I remain abandoned in this hell, waiting for the devil. The ground did thunder as the Saracens did plunder. Left to my fate, I stood ready with my blade. Crossing myself once more, I plunged into the Infidel Horde. Swords did oscillate, and spears did break. In the chaos I fell upon my face and did partake of the red vintage in the streets. The blow rendered me paralyzed, there I la