[!] 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.
[!] Amongst the vassals of The High Kingdom of Idunia, few folk receive a small missive [!] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [!] The sigil of Idunia's Host finds itself embedded along the topside of the letter [!] Rûdhiel Linie Reinholdt ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 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.." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [!] 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.