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THE KNIGHTS OF IDUNIA • VOLUME I | S.A. 279

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Pharazôn looked upon the chronicle fondly, knowing well that the newest generation of Knights was perhaps the greatest that Idunia, and Númendil, had ever seen. Such a volume would not have seen the light of day without the High Chancellor’s tireless work, who had endeavored and led the project bravely.


Of remarkable valor and chivalry, are the new breed. I will suffer not the meek to hold such a title evermore,” mused the King, thinking aloud. “But those of old shall be remembered, too. Their contributions are numerous, and immeasurable.

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the book lands on Veyric's desk with a loud *THUD* jarring him from his thoughts, grumbling to the worker who dropped the book, he begins to flip through the pages. Marking each Vourkehardts page with a red, black, and gold ribbon, he sets it in pride of place on his small side bookshelf, then proceeds to drift off into daydreams again... 

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. . . In the tranquil surroundings of Kazan, a pudgy boy and his tutors read the missive detailing the many great Knights of Idunia together. All who are written are great warriors in their own right. But three stood out to him. . .

 

. . . Ser Arthur Marsyr, High Admiral of the Iron Navy and the greatest sailor in Idunia. . . Ser Frederick "Ecthoren", the mercenary who rose through the ranks and became the Sword of Owyn. . .

 

. . . Ser Caspian Beowulf Colborn III, Knight Commander of Idunia, First Sword of Slesvik, Kapten of the Carrenguard. . . and father to the heavyset child everyone knew as Beowulf. . .

 

. . .Though the boy knew that he could likely never fully live up to the legacy of the Ser Caspian III, there was nothing that would stop him from achieving his goals. One day, he will be like all three of these men. . .

 

. . . but none would be like him. . .

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Loud laughter escaped Sir Baudemund Euler as he read the book. "I am the poster Knight! How wonderful!" He smiled his Euler smile.

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Aled Glennamer shot up in his bed as the giant book was slammed onto his bedside table by one of Formindon's maids. A quiet "Thank you" came from the man as he sat up to begin reading through it.

Upon reaching the pages speaking of his mother and father, he squinted. "Tad put on some weight..." He muttered, closing the book shut so he could go back to sleep.

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In the quiet of the palace, the young Princess Astarmë sat with the first edition volume before her, her tutor waiting nearby, letting her explore the pages at her own pace. She read the names and deeds of Idunia’s knights, marking the ones she thought were particularly notable with ribbons.

Sir Frederick 'Ecthoron' Euler. "Patience in everything. Slow and steady wins the race." Astarmë's lips curved slightly, amused and fondly as she thought of her sister, of how she had to remind Sidhîel on more than one occasion to slow down, to think, to wait. Sir Frederick's dedication to patience would only strengthen her own. 

Her eyes lit up upon seeing the next knight mentioned. Ser Caspian Beowulf Colborn III, she knew his boy, the father of the much younger Beowulf. She recalled her first experience sailing during which Beowulf  learned how to steer the ship. The boy was kind, adventurous, teased often, but full of potential. She imagined the day his name might stand proudly alongside his father's and could only eagerly await for when that time came. 

 

Ser Safiyaa-Yavanna Vourkehardt Glennmaer, Astarmë traced the letters with a finger, described as a 'Knight of the People,' a figure Astarmë could deeply admire for that. Dedicated to her service, placing the needs of others above her own, carrying both devotion and love. The reminder that gentleness did not imply weakness struck her. 

It was then that Astarmë leaned back, brushing a curl from her face. She did not long for knighthood, but she imagined what it might be like to follow dreams so big. 

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“My my… look they got your good side..”

 

Vivien snickered as she pointed at Hirrovan 

 

 

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With a gauze wrap around her writing hand, and the quill shivering between her fingertips, did the chronicle of the first volume of the Knights of Idunia come to a 'quick' conclusion, exhaling as the newly deemed High Chancellor of Idunia and author of such a thick-paged book finally rested her quill within the ink pot.

 

Medliel-Isilmë would then cast the curtains of her office within Minas Aradar, aside, as light finally beckoned onto her face. She welcomed its warmth, its brilliance, the satisfaction of such passionate work - a well done.

 

Shit. She had not eaten nor slept for three days. 

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Thomas looked at the missive with a smile as he went to show it to his wive "See, right zhere, das mich und Dietrich!" He rested the flyer on the counter as he went back to continue his work on animii limbs 

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