Under the Mantle of Brotherhood [PK]

[Rusty Derringer 1025]

Under the Mantle of Brotherhood

In a world vast and wide, under skies ever grey,
Wandered a boy, lost, in the fray.
Parents gone, his heart torn apart,
Into a city unknown, he carried his fragile heart.

Not a word he knew, nor a soul he could claim,
Yet fate smiled kindly, in a stranger's frame.
A man with hair of fiery red, and a smile so bright,
Took him under his wing, through the darkest night.

This man, a mentor, with wisdom so rare,
Taught the boy of honor, and how to care.
In his shadow, the boy found a path so true,
To become a knight, noble and due.

Another guardian, with lessons of might,
Showed him the way, to fight the good fight.
Under their guidance, a brotherhood he found,
A bond unbreakable, profound.

For this family chosen, he'd stand tall and proud,
His heart once silent, now beat loud.
In the final battle, under God's watchful eye,
He charged with courage, knowing he might die.

In the glory of god, against foes untold,
His story of bravery, in whispers, retold.
A boy lost, then found, by love he was crowned,
In the end, it was for brotherhood he was bound.

So here lies a tale, sweet and true,
Of a child, a man, a squire, and the lives he knew.
Though his journey was brief, in hearts he'll stay,
A reminder of love, honor, and the light of day.

 

 

[Sarven 1716]

"The Harrower commands, and so it shall be..."

The towering figure looked on in silence, observing as corpses were piled ontop of one another.

His maul, stained with the blood of the fallen Haeseni.

[GMRO 5251]

Ser Rickard offered a solemn prayer that night. If only I had been quicker. If only I had rode out faster. He could have been saved. He was in a hands reach. The knight thought long into the night pondering over the losses of that battle. The young squire was foolhardy, it was true. Yet he was brave beyond all measure. He did not deserve the fate that he would find. Finally, he stood and hoped for the squire to go to the Seven skies, then naming one of the new towers of Morteskvan in the squires name to defend the land he had died protecting forevermore.

[ContestedSnow 778]

Viktor var Ruthern, Sergeant of the Brotherhood, grit his teeth as he composed a letter to inform the Queen of the progress of the northern operation. Many missing and slain amidst the push, and Dagfinn was among the missing. He knew that for certain, for he had been among the riders whom had sallied out to save any stragglers, and he had seen him disappear just moments from rescue. 

 

 

[Knight of Elken 488]

Greiret Elverhilin, upon the walls of Morteskvan, could not keep his gaze away from the exact spot where Dagfinn had been taken. His safety had been assured, were they only seconds faster. This shame was his to bear, alone on his watch. He hadn't come to known Dagfinn in his time, yet in the squire's death were his true colors revealed; his unwavering valor. The valor of humanity he had come to respect over his hundreds of years of life. The cold wind blew hollow over his still figure as he prayed for the Skies to take him. 

[erictafoya 2309]

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A man rode into battle with his little brother by his side...

Little did a man know how cold it would be that night...

The bridge drawn, the gates closed, and a man's advisors cried...

All a man knew what to do was charge forward and fight...

 

But what did that fight cost? A man did not know...

Fight on they did and charge forth they would toe to toe...

A man was knocked off of his horse and he was struck low...

A man's little brother led the charge - now was his turn to go...

 

When the night was over, there came a chill...

Screams were heard from the distance as the wind howled through the frills...

A man was dug from a certain grave upon a snowy hill...

The day was lost, and he did not get his revenged fulfilled...

 

Recovery...

Awakening...

Rest...

Then pain...

 

That was all that happened to a man when he heard of the younger's name...

 

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[CyyanTea 353]

Rosalind stirred from her gloomy chamber, frail despite the excessive rest she had been afford. The hearth had scarcely been lit since the vanishing of the frost, leaving little more than a singular candle to light the chamber. The Dame had regarded the contents of the letter several times since its arrival, alas it still did not seem to solidify the boy's death in her mind. In her absence the boy had grown to a man, near ready to proclaim his oath, and in her absence he had perished. That unshakable burden settled heavy upon her shoulders.