A Snuffed Flame SA 243 [PK Announcement of Rûdhiel Linie Reinholdt]

[batsflwrs 19]

[!] Amongst the vassals of  The High Kingdom of Idunia,  few folk receive a small missive [!]

 

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[!] The sigil of Idunia's Host finds itself embedded along the topside of the letter [!]

 

 

Rûdhiel Linie Reinholdt

 

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I had ventured to the great capital accompanied by Haeliôn and Yorkenbren as I was freshly fifteen. Dear Haeliôn and I had met a sweet man who wore prestigious armor and spoke to us kindly.

He had introduced himself to us with great pride as Vârdamir shortly after he had written us letters of whom we shall seek out to join the Host. I had fought in two sieges along-side Idunia's soldiers 

before I was of age to enlist- taking the lives of seven descendants. Shortly after my second siege I had spoken to "The Sword of Owyn" Ser Valanor Vourkehardt, It was he who had indoctrinated me

and had properly acquainted me with my oathing- the oath that binds me into the Hosts service, acting as my contract to a path as one of the covenants warriors.

 

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Courage

"Proudly, I shall accept these charges and against the dark I shall never relent.."

 

Loyalty
"Idunia is my blood and my land, faithfully i shall serve its people and its enemies i shall overcome.."

 

Vigilance

"My eyes shall seek the wicked, bringing light upon that which wishes to shroud itself from our justice.."

 

Discipline

"There shall be no rest, for i will endeavor to be superior to myself endlessly.."

 

Faith

"And the word of our creator shall be understood and be the beacon with which I find my true purpose.."

 

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Idunia gave me purpose and for that I rise each day to work my hardest to giving back to my High Kingdom-  Safeguarding the many lands, raising blades and banner 

high enough for our creator to smile upon while I give my all so others may have a place to call home- For if  I were to fall in battle then who else would protect those I love and cherish 

so greatly. Those I love are my reason to fight for this High Kingdom- All have some who their hearts hold dear and that is why I fight.. That is why whenever a foe slashes, burns,

and bashes me down I get up and fight for those who find sanctuary in this Kingdom I fight for.

 

I am Rûdhiel Reinholdt, Thandor of Idunia's Host- Daughter of  Flame.

To whom's eyes lay upon my will, know though dead my flame will burn ever so strong.

 

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[!] The following inserts added to had been sent to whom they are directed to [!]

 

 

 

Linden Reinholdt

Lin, my sweet brother- I know it is not often we see eye to eye but you mean 

so much to me. For years I had thought you had fallen only to be taken aback when I had stumbled upon you resting 

beneath the trees to escape the winter storm. It brought me so much joy seeing 

you again, as for every day that followed since my knowing you were now amongst those whom I protect-

my burning flame had grown ever so strong. 

You shall inherit my home, three quarters of my mina, and

my collection of bred steeds- with the exception of Noble Blanche III & Fruthr.

I wish for you to donate a share of my collected ores and leather to Mariola- the rest shall 

be donated to the Host.

 

Haeliôn

Haeliôn- I haven't a clue where I should begin. You have been by my side

since even before we wounded up in this High Kingdom. You

listen when others do not and I feel you are something I have taken advantage of.

I cherish your presence more than any other- yet I

speak nothing of it to you and for that I am must apologize to you one day.

If it is true I had been felled before I tell you such things myself I wish

for you to take the silver raven ring that my friend Vârdamir had gifted me as I feel

it would look wonderful on your hand. As for the rest- One quarter of my mina, the chunk of horn

cut off from the demon that had ridden my body with scars, my shield and axe, and my favorite steed- Fruthr

 

Prince Vârdamir Arthalion

The man who inspires me to do the things that I do- Vârdamir, you are among

the greatest of folk this High Kingdom has to offer- Rightfully so for you are a prince who

acts as a star for those who get lost, though as for myself you had guided me to the Host-

for that I am thankful. You had shown concern for me when it seemed I had dedicated almost

each and every waking minute of my time to our kingdom- If you are reading this now then perhaps I should 

have been of haste with my smelling of the flowers in these lands.

I wish for you to take the note you had written me, the Radiant Templar Helm that

was bestowed to me by your brother, and finally the a fresh pair of clogs.

 

 

 

 

Astârínd Klein

Astârínd- You are bold and far more powerful than you give yourself

credit for. Though we do not know each other well I believe you may do great

with my two custom made javelins.

 

 

Mersilmë Esmarie Wynterbourn

Mersilmë Wynterbourne- I still recall the day I had given you the spoils of war during

a siege to against Urguan's capital and all the other times we fight beside one another- You are a valiant one who knows what duties must be done.

I wish to pass down to you my collection of pickaxe's for your future mining endeavors and the dwarven longsword

that I had taken from the body of one of the foes I had slain in our siege.

 

 

 

[Two2the 365]

Stinthad 'Stand On' Stonehammer, the templar of dwarf, stopped at a port to drink.
An unnamed Idunian told tale of the death. 

"Rh'ude wannah bh'ee knight... Snitch th'oo!" He huffed the response, recalling their encounter...
 "Th'oughs aht'least t'ey 'ad honor." He added

 

Spoiler

Rûdhiel returning to the rightful human kingdom
Circa. 2026 - Heaven. 

 

[198Os 48]

'Perhaps I ought to bake Vardamir more bread.' Castille thought, reading the missive through squinted eye. 

[FadedMoonlight 450]

It would not take very long for this news to reach the Quartermaster... they had combined their homes together for the bond alone. She had expected these missives in waves as she had received in the past, and this wrought fear that the time of closing was coming once again. As she sat upon her reading chair, clutching the paper as tears dried from the heat of the nearby flame. Mariola sighed, and spoke aloud;

"You are a good soldier, Rûdhiel..." She, to the dismay of her tenant... her roommate (@violet3vergarden) whom cared for the home, readied her wine glass over the floor, and began to pour it upon the floor. "I don't know why you were called to the Skies early... but I hope you find more joy in that world than the cruelty you endured in this one."

[Cryptic 549]

The Golden Lion of House d'Artagnan heard of the news in his office, which prompted him to glance to his left; the direction in which his now deceased neighbour had lived prior. As their architect continued to do work, he hummed, asking himself, "I hope she won't haunt that part of the estate."

 

Spoiler

You're the coolest batsflwrs

 

[smiski 30]

Zora gripped the missive in her hands tightly, a great wave of sadness floods her mind. Memories of her great neighbor and friend now bring tears to her eyes.

 

 "She had a great future ahead of her, her story had only begun here..."

 

As she stepped outside her home, all she could see was her  newly passed friend's home being turned into a new estate for the d'Artagnan's and could not help but hope she haunts their home.

[The Vulgate Cycle 577]

"We will avenge you as best we can. A hundred times over."  The Marsyr Lord promised her in his prayers. 

[VolcanicGoat 299]

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