It was thirty-one years ago. The Emperor of Man, Tiberias I, held his first Imperial court in Graense’s palace. Before an assembly of many subjects of His Imperial Majesty, Redgar Kildrakken had been called to kneel. For his service, for his martial prowess and for the honor he upheld, he had been intronized in the Imperial order of the Red Dragon, as Knight-aspirant.
Five years later, in the council meeting room, Redgar knelt once more. The Emperor’s mace, imbued in Malchediael’s holy flames, touched both of the Aspirant’s plated shoulders. There, Sir Redgar Kildrakken arose, as one of the first Golden Dragon knights. A man that came from nothing, an orphan who had to leave his home, now being granted one of the highest honors a soldier could dream of. Pride and gratitude filled the Dragon knight’s heart, far from imagining he would end up deserting his order, twenty-five years later.
“Bring me four innocent elves, and kill them.”
When Hadrian spoke those words, Redgar froze. It took him a moment to come back to his senses, pushed out of the Imperial palace by his friend Sir Severin and the Grand Knight. They rode to Caurost, along with a force of guardsmen, to answer the Emperor’s bloodlust.
Voices echoed in the elven city’s main square. After an argument, the order to seize four of the Caurosian elves was given. Three dwarves stood nearby and one of them spoke up, trying to de-escalate the situation, in vain.
“Sir Redgar, kill the dwarf”
As Sir Honeywine gave the order, Redgar remained still on his horse. Impossible for him to move nor to speak, he merely shut his eyes close as the Grand Knight decided to act, slaughtering the defenseless dwarves in front of him.
On the ride back home, Redgar felt miserable. They had just murdered three innocent civilians. Without any reason.
The knight had seen the despair caused by darkspawns and their attacks. The deaths, the carnages, without any purpose. Yet, on this day, what made the Dragon Knights any different than them ?
“At least, darkspawns sometimes show mercy. We did naye.” He muttered, as the group of black armored figures rode closer to Rittensburg.
Concerns were brought up after those events, many men in the Imperium’s military questioning the orders of their Emperor. They were met with threats, and blades under their necks.
Redgar could have sold his soul. He could have kept his mouth and eyes shut to live in blissful ignorance of the Empire’s crimes, while keeping the comfort of his rank. But he refused to. And so, heart filled with regret, he abandoned the realm he had served for over thirty years, leaving behind shattered dreams and an empty house.
Things quickly got complicated for the now fugitive man. The Emperor’s missive had proved effective in hindering Redgar’s plans, scaring away people who could have helped him.
The man thought of acting with honor, he thought of answering Hadrian’s call. But, what purpose was there, in offering honor to people who, in his eyes, lacked any ?
Few know what happened exactly. Did someone betray Redgar ? Did Imperial soldiers hunt him down successfully ? Or, was it all part of his plan ?
Only one thing was certain, as his head was brought to the Imperium.
Redgar Kildrakken was no more.
In the basement of an old friend’s house, where Redgar hid for months, was a drawer filled with letters. He had tasked his friend to mail them, would things go poorly. And so, many birds flew around, carrying Redgar’s words to those he was closest to.