Order of Knighting

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13rd of Tobias’ Bounty, 179 S.A

 

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By the direct order of the Duke of Brabant, Ser Sterling Whitewood, the two following individuals are to be granted the rank of Knighthood, for their sacrifice and martyrdom in the Silver Crusade, in defiance against the agents of Iblees to protect the flock of Canondom.

 

May these men be forever known and recorded in history as exemplars of man, and Knights of Brabant.

 

SER ALDER WHITEWOOD | 149 S.A - 173

THE YOUNG

Ser Alder The Young, youngest son of Ser Sterling Whitewood, perished in the siege of Wicked Fort through the dastardly explosive corpse of the necromancers. Ser Alder took the brunt of the explosion, allowing the rest of the group to push forward to the doors of the gate. Ser Alder gripped onto life till the last minute of the siege, before succumbing to his injuries.

 

SER RADMIR AMADOR| 68 S.A - 179

THE GRENADE

Ser Radmir reached the age of 111 years old, and until his final moments, he remained defiant towards the evil of Iblees. Though not as strong as the other Crusaders in his old age, his heart was filled with boundless courage and piety. In the Battle of the Cerberus, as he saw the attacks of his fellows fail, he took the solemn decision to lay down his life with an explosive attack to injure the giant demon. With his efforts, the demon was sufficiently weakened, and his son, Professor Albus Amador was given the opportunity to finish it off.

 

 

May descendant-kind continue to defy evil in all its forms.

 

 

His Grace, Ser Sterling Blaxton-Whitewood,

Duke of Brabant, Marquis of Lotusgrad, Baron of Blackwell, Lilenburg and Swan’s Keep, Lord of the Peaks, Protector of the Weefolk.

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Esfir signed the lorraine for her late relative. Though she had never met him, she knew now that he had been honorable and strong, and she was proud to share the blood of such a man.

[Departed_Delmar 1302]

The Recently crowned Lich comes to hear of these deaths, a cackle resonating throughout its ribcage, as tenebrous smog leaks from its form. With understanding of soul, and mastery of bone, the Gravelord knew it was only right to summon forth those soldiers. 

 

"Our accord has been struck, and a deal is to be completed. You shall rise once more, Radmir"