In the Footsteps of the Father... - Sir Rovach

[Sir Rovach]

26 years ago....

The rain had been coming down for two days. The land around the village of Gisard, once fertile & green, was now muddy and littered with the wreckage of battle. The dark and gloom of the sky was beginning to seep into the men's souls. They could feel it, like a miasma in the air, yet could not see it. But as the knightly cohort rode slowly through the town, not a knight spoke a word of these feelings. They were here to finish the task set before them by the Grand Master of the Temple of Anu, and they would see it to its righteous end.

Five days ago a force of goblins had emerged from the forest and beset the village of Gisard, some 60 miles east of Felchar. The villagers had put up the best defense they could, yet knew they could not hold out. They had sent a messenger to the temple, requesting aid in their defense of the seige. So the temple sent the 2nd company, 4th cohort "The Justicarins" to their aid. It had taken two days for the message to arrive, a day to gather the forces needed, and two days to arrive at Gisard. Upon their arrival, seeing the foul goblin forces beseiging the good people of the village, the knights charged and fell upon the goblins like a pack of wolves. No quarter was asked, for such a foe does not deserve the courtesy of honor. Many tales were to be created that day; deeds of sacrifice & bravery as villager and knight fought for the lives of their families and people. As the goblinoid forces were quickly routed by this avenging force, The Justicarins quickly reformed ranks. Consolidating their forces, they planned how they would pursue the fleeing goblins in order to remove the threat of this particular raiding band from the face of Tirhen.

All this and more was going through the mind of Sir Tremfort, leader of the 2nd company, 4th cohort. His right hand & chief advisor, Sir Atohmos, beside him as always. Sir Atohmos supervised the gathering of the Justicarins while Sir Tremfort rode forward to the edge of the village and studied the battlefield. Those goblins that had survived had fled east, back towards the mountains of their land. It was also rumored that they had taken prisoners with them in their route. Yet they had many miles to travel before they reached the safety of their lands. And Sir Tremfort was sure he and his men could overtake them way before then. If it wasn't for these lastest orders they had received!

Sir Atohmos rode up to Sir Tremfort and presented his report on the state of The Justicarins. Still thinking about what actions he must take, Sir Tremfort just nodded his head and stared out over the battlefield. Sir Atohmos, concern on his face, waited a moment and then asked "Sir, we have just won a great victory. The foul goblins are in rout, at this moment fleeing for their lives. Why the heavy weight upon your brow my friend?"

Sir Tremfort looks down at the ground, sighs, and then looks his advisor in the eye. But Sir Atohmos is more than just his advisor. He is his old friend. They had come up in the order together. Had fought in many campaigns, back to back, saving each others lives countless times. He couldn't be anything but up front with him, no matter what he had to say. "We have just received orders to make all haste back towards Akkar. The Grand Master is concerned that this was a scouting party for a larger force and he is "concerned" that this force will definitely be headed towards Akkar. So we are to leave this village immediately and go to Akkar to strengthen its defenses."

Sir Atohmos knows where Sir Tremfort is headed with this news. But what needs to be said has to be said between them. "And why does this...concern...you my friend?"

"Because there has been no sign of any "larger force"!!" Sir Tremfort growls. "Because if we leave, the band of goblins can easily return and despoil this entire village. Because Akkar isn't threatened. Because the Grand Master has financial "investments" in Akkar that he would rather protect." The sound in Sir Tremforts voice has turned bitter & and full of anger as he continues. "And because these fleeing goblins have taken prisoners WHO WILL NOT SURVIVE IF WE DON'T COME TO THEIR RESCUE!"

Some of the men closest to Sir Tremfort & Sir Atohmos stop their business and turn to look at their two leaders, somewhat shocked to hear their commander explode as he did. However, discipline & loyalty take over and they quickly move away to continue what they were previously doing, leaving the two knights with their privacy.

Sir Atohmos looks away for a moment and then turns back to Sir Tremfort. "We have our orders, my friend. A knight obeys the orders of his Lord & Anu. We have no choice but to return to Akkar."

Sir Tremfort shakes his head. "No, we have a choice. Anu's will goes above the will of the Grand Master. He would frown upon us leaving these poor villagers to the mercy of the goblins. I know what we must do."

"You have been critical of the Grand Master in the past," says Sir Atohmos. "And it has many times put you out of favor in the upper levels of the order. But if you disobey this command, it would give him all the support he needs to have you...removed. Consider the consequences of your choice, my friend."

Smiling for the first time, Sir Tremfort replies to his dear companion. "I have, my friend. I will take a tenth of the remaining Justicarins and pursue the fleeing goblins. You will take the rest of the men and return to Akkar, as the Grand Master's ordered. I will join you later once my men and Iare done."

Sighing, Sir Atohmos shakes his head. "Sir, victory is not guaranteed with a force that small. Perhaps..."

Sir Tremfort interrupts. "Any less men and it will definately be perceved that the force returning to Akkar is undermanned and I don't "respect" the orders of the Grand Master. We are Knights of Anu! We will prevail against this filth we pursue."

"Very well, it shall be as you order," replies Sir Atohmos. He then turns around and rides back to the men, to select those who will accompany Sir Tremfort and who will proceed to Akkar. His last view of Sir Tremfort was him riding east, his coat of arms of a blue background, trimmed with silver, with a black griffon in the center held high on a standard. Sir Atohmos then turns around and begins to lead the remaining forces back to Akkar.

Weeks later....

Times passes and Sir Atohmos in Akkar sees and hears no sign of Sir Tremfort. Originally, there were some rumors spreading through the order when it was discovered that Sir Tremfort did not return with the rest of the Justicarins. But these were quickly squashed, mainly due to the efforts of Sir Atohmos and his allies. In the weeks following their arrival to Akkar, no sign of any goblin army is seen or heard of. Eventually, the "emergency" passes and the gathered knights are sent back to their regular posts throughout the kingdom.

Before returning to his post, Sir Atohmos gathers his Justicarins and travels back to the village of Gisard to look into the fate of Sir Tremfort and why there has been no word of him. Upon arriving in Gisard, Sir Atohmos sees the village in the state of rebuilding. The air seems cleaner and a feeling of hope is returning. Yet sadness is still present. Sadness over the loss of those who will never again be with their families and loved ones.

All replies to his inquires result in Sir Tremfort not being seen or heard from since the great battle. Nor have any of those rumored to have been captured ever returned. Seeing no choice, Sir Atohmos continues east in the direction Sir Tremfort took to pursue the goblins. Deploying his scouts so as not to lose the trail lest it change direction, it takes two days for them to finally make their grisly discovery.

Two days into their search they eventually discover the scene of a battle within a clearing in the forest. Scattered around are the rotting bodies of those goblins pursued by Sir Tremfort. In addition, the bodies of those knights who accompanied Sir Tremfort as well. Though it is daytime, with the sun shining down upon them, their spirits are greatly darkened by this latest discovery.

Securing the perimeter, Sir Atohmos deploys his remaining men into clearing the battlefield. He will not leave good knights to the carrion of the earth. And he is searching for his friend...who he prays died well. The bodies of the goblins are gathered in a great pyre and burned. The bodies of the slain knights are gathered and prepared for burial. Each knight able will assist in digging the graves for their fallen brothers; for this is not a task beneath them, but a task done out of respect and sorrow. But throughout the search, no sign is found of Sir Tremfort.

But then a shout is made for Sir Atohmos. With most haste, Sir Atohmos goes to the knight who has made this lastest discovery. The kight has found the silver trimmed blue cloak of Sir Tremfort. And there is clearly a body underneath it....at a odd angle it seems. Removing the cloak, Atohmos finds the body of a goblin, dead, and curled into the fetal position. The left hand is clenched shut, as if holding something. Opening up the goblins hand, the signet ring of Sir Tremfort is found. Finding no other clues, Sir Atohmos orders the search to continue for Sir Tremfort. But in the end, the results are negative. Sir Tremfort is gone without further trace.

[Sir Rovach]

26 years ago...

Lady Amthysis gazed out of the bedroom window of their estate in Lotan. The view from this window was always one of her favorites. With the bedroom being on the second floor, overlooking the garden at the back of the house she could watch young Rovach playing out on the lawn. With him was his constant companion, a small dog whom he had given the unique and special name of....."Dog". Smiling at the simple logic of a two year old, she watched as Rovach and Dog chased each other around the lawn, young Rovach giggling each time Dog would catch up to him and lick the nose of young Rovach. Being a small dog, bred more for hunting rats on a farm, Dog was the perfect size for a playmate for Rovach. To the side, Maid Mairlena watched over Rovach as if he were her own. A senior member of the household staff, Maid Mairlena wasn't the oldest member but was the one Lady Amthysis was closest to. Mairlena always seemed to know what Amthysis needed, like she was possessed with some kind of sixth sense. A cup of tea or just a sympathetic ear, Maid Mairlena was always there for her. And even more important, young Rovach just adored her.

Once again, she looked out over the back garden of their estate, enjoying the view of living, growing things and the beauty they possessed. While she did not hate the sea, and understood there was beauty to be found there as well, in her eyes it could not match that of the trees, flowers and green grass that grew upon their own property. She hoped to instill these values into her son, hopefully to teach him that there is beauty to be found everywhere in this world. But he was much too young yet for that. For now, he is learning another kind of love. The love of a friend & companion, Dog, and of a protector, Mairlena.

The house had seemed especially empty of late. And she knew the cause of the emptiness. It's source was the absence of Tremfort, her husband & father to Rovach. In the past he had been stationed in Lotan as part of the defense against pirates & other unsavery villians who preyed upon the merchant ships of the golden shores. But in recent years he had been sent out, along with the men under his command, farther and farther east. Away from Lotan. And farther away from her and Rovach. She understood the needs of duty and obeying the Grand Master's orders, but it was hard at times. And not just for her, but for the other families of those knights under his command. Those few knights who had wives or husbands of their own. And children waiting for them at home too. She would stay in touch with many of them, looking in on them and providing what aid she could. It was not only her duty as the wife of their commanding officer, but the right thing to do. And she & Tremfort have plenty to share to help those in need. The farms they owned & investments they had backed provided a comfortable life for them. Of course the church got its due, to help the people of the city. But she always made sure to have some left over to help those families who knights served under Tremfort.

It will be time for Rovach to have his lunch soon, thought Amthysis. He was a big boy for his age. And he already had the appetite to match his growth. She wondered at times where he got his size from. Both Tremfort and she were of average height and size. Nobody else on his side of the family was exceptionally tall. The closest she could think of was remembering her mother mentioniing two uncles her mother had that had both been six and a half feet tall or more. Practically giants amongst their people. For now, Rovach favors that side of the family. It will still remain to be seen if his growth continues, or it it will stop later in life. But for now, more important matters. Time to feed a boy who is surely hungry.

Turning to leave the bedroom, she is surprised to see Master Mortaran waiting by her bedroom door. The elderly Mortaran was their family butler and had first joined the household staff in the days of her own father. Always proper and courtious, he had stayed on and served them since the death of her father. Even though he didn't show much emotion to them (it wouldn't be proper of him as per his station, he had told her once), she loved him as dearly as she did Mairlena. And knew he loved them as well.

But today he looked different. Older somehow than his usual years. His eyes were watery, but his face was as solid as stone. As his face always was. When he saw that she noticed him, he bowed to her (slowly, for the damp of the sea had started to "get into his joints" he had said once) and said "You have a visitor, Lady Amthysis. The honorable Knight, Sir Atohmos awaits you downstairs in the parlor." He then quickly turned on his heel and walked away from the door, proceeding down the hallway. That was strange, she thought, I wonder why he didn't stay to escort me down to the parlor? But this line of thought was soon lost to her. Sir Atohmos was here! Her husband's best friend & companion was waiting for her downstairs. He never left the side of Tremfort. That means her husband had returned to Lotan! Probally had to check in with the Order before coming home. So Sir Atohmos has come to bring her the news instead. Gathering herself, she then proceeded downstairs to the parlor to greet Sir Atohmos and hear what news he brings.

Outside in the garden, feeling older in years than he ever had before, Master Mortaran goes outside to Maid Mairlena. Lady Amthysis will need her. He will watch young Rovach while Mairlena attends Lady Amthysis...

[Sir Rovach]

22 years ago...

Sir Atohmos was waiting inside the parlor of the home of Lady Amthysis. He had been given some leave, so as always he spent some of that time looking in on Lady Amthysis and her young son Rovach. It had been four years since the death of Sir Tremfort and he had been given command of the Justicarins in his place. And four years after the Justicarins had been recalled back to Lotan. What a coincidence, thought Sir Atohmos bitterly, to get the recall orders so convienently after the death of Sir Tremfort.

Enough of these dreary thoughts, Sir Atohmos scolded himself. He was here to see the family of his best friend whom he had missed so. Young Rovach was growing up very fast. Seemed like yesterday that boy could barely walk, now he's sprouting like a weed! At 6 years old he's already the size of a child two years his senior. He'll make a strong knight, if that's the path he chooses.

Lady Amthysis entered the parlor with two young boys; one was Rovach and the other was his young playmat Tristinian. Tristinian looked the opposite of Rovach; slim build, almost too skinney, short with blond hair. But only a fool would assume this child had no heart. Tristinian was a child that knew no fear, willing to try anything the "bigger kids" would do. Including his friend Rovach. No matter how much it might hurt later.

"Dear Atohmos!" Lady Amthysis exclaimed as she ran to him and gave him a hug for a greeting. "Uncle Ato!" both boys yelled as they ran as hard as they could and put a death grip on each of his legs. Laughing, Sir Atohmos returned the hug given him by Lady Amthysis, then held her out at arms length in front of him. "My dear, you are looking well. To see you this way warms the heart of an old man." Atohmos said to Amthysis with a smile.

"Oh, your not that old. A little crusty perhaps...but not old." Teased Lady Amthysis. Though Tremfort & Atohmos were close friends, and Tremfort was formally Atohmos's senior officer, Atohmos was ten years older than Tremfort was. But it had made no difference in the friendship they had. None what so ever.

"Ah, your concern for my state of being overwhelms me, my Lady!" Sir Atohmos said with a mock bow. "Oh, and before I forget.....here is a small gift for Rovach and Tristinian. Enjoy, my little warriors!" Rovach & Tristinian had let go of Sir Atohmos's legs upon hearing the word "gift", enabling Atohmos to go to the entry table where he had two, cloth wrapped bundles sitting. He handed one to each of the boys and then stood next to Lady Amthysis to watch them open them up. Once unwrapped, each boy found a toy sword & shield, each made of wicker and sized just right for their stature.

"Wow! Thanks Uncle Ato!" a happy Rovach said.

"Oh dear..." a worried Amthysis answered back, followed by giving Sir Atohmos the most "evil eye" look she could muster. Teasingly, of course. Sort of.

The boys proceeded to run off, with shouts like "I got you, you foul goblin!". "I'm not the goblin, you are!" came the answer to that statement. Amthysis continued giving Atohmos that look.

"What did I do? I just wanted to give the boys a little gift they would enjoy." Answered Atohmos with mock innocence.

"Yes, like the time last year you came over and took them fishing while I was away at market? And it rained! Both boys were sick with a cold for a week after that." scolded Amthysis.

"Well...ah..umm...I <cough><cough>" stumbled Sir Atohmos to this latest accusation.

"Didn't even catch any fish." huffed Amthysis. Then she turned to Atohmos and smiled, shaking her head.

"Just wanted to make the boy happy, my Lady."

"That you have, my dear friend." Amthysis proceeded to sit down in her favorite parlor chair. "You know, he may not want to be a knight when he gets older."

"That's possible. It's also possible that the pirates out there will immediately start surrenduring themselves to us out of remorse for their deeds. But not likely." Atohmos looked directly at Amthysis. "That boy is something special. I know it in my bones he's going to be a knight one day. Maybe even something more."

"Atohmos, let's be frank with each other," responded Amthysis "You know how the Order is and what we are. The Order is more concerned with status now adays than with deeds. And my house, though very successful and in no way want for coin, have always been merchant class. Not nobility. The Order, with their politics, will allow Rovach no further advancement than they did his father. Maybe even less. And those who are close to him," she motions with her hand towards Sir Atohmos "will progress no further than he because of who he is."

"Perhaps. But times are always changing, dear Lady. Nothing stays the same forever. Perhaps by the time he is of age, the Order too will have changed." offered Atohmos.

"Really? And has the council decided on who will replace our dearly departed Grand Master? The Grand Master who sent my Tremfort out into the outer marches because of his criticism of the "noble" Grand Master?" asked Amthysis to a now uncomfortable Atohmos.

"They have just recently choosen the late Grand Master's son to replace him." answered Atohmos while looking down at the floor.

"That lad has always been posted here in Lotan, in a reserve position. You have told me yourself. I thought combat experiance was expected of each Grand Master?" inquired Amthysis. This news was new to her, but not too unexpected.

"That standard has never been official. The council believes that wisdow is the most impor...."

"Which that lad lacks, and you know it! Your too optimistic, my dear Atohmos." With a sigh, Amthysis continued. "But you are right. Times do change. And if Rovach chooses that path in life, well....maybe he will be the one to help that change along."

From further in the house a crash of pottery is heard, followed by a child's cry. "Ahhh, you hit me too hard!" came the wail of one of the boys.

"Well, that didn't take too long...." Amthysis stated as she began to get up from her discussion with Atohmos.

"My dear," Atohmos caught Amthysis's hand as she began to go look for the children, "if he does choose that path, I promise you I will be there every step of his. I will teach him all I know. I will do all I can to make him a knight Tremfort would be proud of."

Amthysis see's the look of sincerity in Atohmos's eyes. She is startled at first, never having a doubt about what he had just stated yet never having heard it with such emotion before. Placing her hand upon his, she replies "I know, dear friend. I know." Amthysis then proceeds to leave the parlor and see what the boys have been up to during her discussion with Atohmos.

Atohmos wait a moment longer, thinking. He knows in his heart this boy is fated to be a knight. Maybe even more. Maybe even a Paladin in the order. As a Paladin, he would have a little more freedom than the average knight. But....it is too soon to tell now. For now, let him be a boy. And I, thinks Sir Atohmos, will return to my unit. And wait for the day that boy joins our order so I may teach him right. Sir Atohmos then leaves to return to his unit, the Justicarins.

(When I originally created the character of Sir Rovach, I knew the personality I wanted him to have. But, in discussion with GM Fenrir, only had a basic structure of his past background; where he came from, how he became a Paladin, who his family was, etc. Never had any solid details written down, just an outline of events really. So the last couple days I've been off work, with nothing to do but chores around the house, I thought I would get off my lazy behind and at least start writing down how his life all began and what led him to where he is today. What the heck, it at least keeps me out of trouble....)

[Sir Rovach]

6 years ago....

What a forsaken place this is, the young Sir Rovach thought to himself as his squad proceeded into The Cyst. "The Cyst" was the unofficial name for the mining camp they were entering. It's real name was Alta Butte. Situated in the northern part of the country, near the border between Immater and about 20 miles southwest of Rockfist mines, it had been occupied by the humans for the last 5 years. It was an old mine, older than anyone knew. Nobody knew it's origin or whom had first delved into its depths. Not even the dwarves, who currently contested the ownership of the mine. The dwarves believed the border between them and Immater had an error in it, one which placed Alta Butte within their territory. And a diplomatic solution was looking more impossible each day.

Rumors were starting to spread amongst the people. Rumors of war with the dwarves. Rumors of atrocities already committed against the noble miners who struggled fearlessly each day to mine the Cyst. And other, more fantastic rumors began to spread too. These were the type that would be told as a joke at the tavern. Or as a story to frighten young children around a campfire. Tales of an ancient creature that had been awoken in the depths of the Cyst. How it had slew a hundred men already, drinking their blood and crunching upon their bones. And those who were old enough to know better would laugh upon hearing these tales. They are not true, they would state. Maybe. But has anyone ever wondered how such tales, if untrue, are birthed into this world in the first place?

But as every cloud has a silver lining, so did this mine. Silver was the reason men were here to mine it's depths. Silver the was reason the humans of Immater risked hostilities with the dwarves. Silver, hopea, prata, argentum....whatever you wished to call it, it was found in these mines in abundance. It always had. The question that had plagued the humans since it's discovery was why were these mines abandoned in the first place? The load was rich and could easily still be removed from the earth. Yet even the remains of former inhabitants had never been found. The only sign that these mines had been un-natually carved were the tool marks upon the walls and the old timbers used as support.

This didn't stop the humans in the least from taking over the mine and removing it's riches from it's black depths. A mining camp (a shanty town really) had built up around the mine for the lodgings of the miners. Slag from the mine was piled high all around the camp. Waste from the miners was carried farther away, to be buried or burned, but this was in abundance too. Periodically merchants would come through, or con men with their games of chance, in their attempt to relieve the miners of their pay. And they were somewhat successful. For unless you count the momentary amusments of drinking or fighting (or fighting AND drinking) the purchase of goods or games of chance were a pleasent diversion to the dismal life of a miner. But when these visitors weren't around, there was always the Gallopin' Goblin to relax in.

The Gallopin' Goblin was the run down, dilapitated building that Sir Rovach's squad was currently riding by. Funny thing was, it was probally the most perminate structure in the whole camp. It served as the local watering hole for the miners, in addition as a place to talk, relax, catch a game of chance, or just catch up on the latest gossip that was certain to be months old and out of date. Yep, "hoblin' to the goblin" was a tradition for the miners at the end of the week. It was their sanctuary, there second home, their place of worship of the hops and barley. A woe to the outsider who entered who tried to start trouble within.

His Squad, mused Rovach as he rode. 6th Squad, 4th Cohort, 2nd Company of the Knight of Anu. The Justicarins. Formally the Cohort of Sir Atohmos and, before that,...his father. He was proud, and a little in awe, to have found the position within the same Cohort they had once commanded. He took it as a good sign. Another was that his friend, Sir Tristinian, had also joined him within the same squad upon completion of his training alongside Rovach. Tristinian was still the same as he had always been: slim, quick, with golden hair and a daredevil attitude that knew no fear. The ladies found this young knight attractive, and he enjoyed their attention to no end, always knowing the proper response to their flirtations. Rovach found himself at times wishing he could be more like him; so sure of himself, confident, always with a smile on his lips and a quick retort for his foes. Rovach quickly became ashamed of such thoughts. He cared for Tristinian as a brother he never had. He would give his life for him and thanked Anu for such a friend. He had been blessed with great strength & size by Anu to protect his family and friends, like Sir Tristinian, and he was grateful for such gifts.

So 6th Squad proceeded through the camp, on their way to meet up with 7th Squad and relieve them for the next six months. With all the rumors back home, there was hope that much honor could be earned here in Alta Butte. Yet the reality was that not much action had previously been found here. Unless it was defending the camp from the roving band of wolves that inhabited the area. Or the army of marauding racoons that attempted to raid the trash & foodstores each night. With a stoic, but hopeful heart, Sir Rovach followed his sergeant and squad to their new home for the next six months....

[Sir Rovach]

6 years ago...

Sir Rovach sat by his tent, sharpening his two-handed sword. The last three weeks had been uneventful here at Alta Butte. Day in, day out Sir Rovach had watched the miners proceed with their work, removing the silver found in the Cyst while he and his squad patrolled the camp. The drudgery of this assignment was starting to wear upon him. How was he to win any honor here? Or hone his skills without a worthy opponent to face? But as a knight of the Order he would do his duty. Cheerfully, with dedication and bravery. But the monotony of this place was really starting to wear thin upon him.

He and Sir Tristinian had been allowed to patrol together. And of course they did this on horseback whenever able. They could cover more ground this way and respond faster to whatever threat came against them. And Sir Tristinian was more than satisfied with this. Even before their training to become knights of the Order, he had always enjoyed horseback riding as soon as he was old enough to ride on his own. During his training, he had perfected his riding skills, being able to push his mount to greater levels of speed and endurance. Sir Tristinian's ability to fight on horseback was greater than even most of the other students. It didn't matter if it was with lance, sword or flail; he more often than not struck true and was able to use the momentum of his mount to add strength to his strike. But for Rovach, a horse was just a way to get to where you needed to go faster. A horse enabled him to travel farther afield than he could on foot. Which increased the chances of them discovering something interesting to report. But so far, even this proved unfruitful.

It was Sir Tristinian who was now approaching Sir Rovach. They were to go on patrol soon and it was time for Sir Rovach to ready his gear and report in. As Sir Tristinian came closer, he let out a chuckle and said "Ah, I see my friend is sharping his blade. As always, with that sword you are the most prepared knight to face the dragon that we a sure to encounter here at Alta Butte." Shaking his head, he continued "Don't you find that weapon cumbersome and unweildy?"

"Always felt perfect," Sir Rovach responded with a smile. Tristinian always had that ability over him; to make him smile when he was feeling down. "You've seen me in the practice matches. Its size has never been an issue for me."

"Yes, but you got more muscles than I. So of course a brute like you would prefer it. Me, I prefer a more elegant weapon."

Sir Rovach raised an eyebrow. "I would hardly call a longsword an "elegant weapon"."

"Yes well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all that." Sir Tristinian, his banter done for the moment, asked Sir Rovach "So, are you ready?"

Putting his sharpening stone aside, Sir Rovach stood and sheathed his weapon over his back. "As ready as ever. Let's go report in and get another day over with."

"No need," Sir Tristinian answered. "To report in, that is. Already did that for us. Told the seargent you were ready to go and asked where he needed us." Sir Tristinian face suddenly showed his disappointment. "We've been assigned to the camp. No riding for us this day. It's our duty to be the "visible presence" to the locals. Help them feel protected & safe."

Now it was Sir Rovach's turn to tease his friend. "Oh my. You mean you'll have to interact with people today, instead of your horse. How will you cope?"

"I'll manage. Redflame will be fine without me for a day." A smile started to form again on Sir Tristinian's face. "At least I've named my mount like a normal knight. What do you call yours? Horse? Reminds me of that dog you had as a kid..."

"Just didn't feel like my horse needs a name." Sir Rovach said with a shrug. "It's just a horse, after all. Not my best friend or anything."

"Nope, that's me." answered Sir Tristinian. "Your best friend, that is. Not your horse...."

The two knights then proceeded to leave the area of their tents and patrol the interior of the camp. His mind focused on performing his job, Sir Rovach walked on. If this was what was needed of him by the Order, he would do it. At least it's only for six months, he told himself. Anything longer and I might be slain by sheer boredom. Little did Sir Rovach know that this day would change his life forever, and place him on a path in life more fullfilling than he could ever dream....

[GM Fenrir]

Here is the coat of arms for Sir Tremfort based on the description given in the first story:

Tremfort CoA.jpg (19.6 KiB) Viewed 3721 times

Please let me know if this is not what you expected or if any changes need to be made, especially if it's supposed to be a griffon passant instead of a griffon rampant.

[Erisciana]

In heraldric blazon, this would be:
Azure, a griffon sable segreant, a bordurlet argent

[Sir Rovach]

6 years ago...

Sir Rovach and Sir Tristinian, Knights of the Order, proceeded to walk down the dusty "road" through the shantytown of Alta Butte while on patrol this morning. The sun was up early this time of year, yet not up as early as the men who worked in the mine. Making their way over to the area where the miners camped, a collection of tents and ramshackled huts, they observed cooking fires being attended to. Obviously, these were miners who did not have to report yet for their shift. There was alot of them, Sir Rovach noticed as he looked closer. When he brought this up to Sir Tristinian, his friend replied "Didn't you hear? The decision was made to add another crew. I guess production was too low and now the mine is being worked every hour of the day and night."

As they continued on they observed Sir Hakur and Sir Tomund, two fellow knights of their squad, speaking with a couple of miners. The miners were typical of the type that drifted in for work; of mixed heritage, skin dark from the dirt in the mines, trim & wiry from the hard work the job required, eyes squinting almost shut from either trying to keep the dust & dirt out of their eyes or from the bright sunlight of the morning. These two miners seemed excited as they spoke to Sir Rovach's fellow knights. Really worked up over something, mused Sir Rovach. As Sir Rovach and Sir Tristinian came closer, a couple more miners joined the group speaking. And then a few more after that.

"Tay've be gone too long fer it to be right." said the older of the pair of miners. "'ol Marcus and Tom Reedy ain't never missed ta' meal or 'ere end of 'ere shift. An afta workin' all nite, they'd be ready fer both!"

Quiet murmuring could be heard from the other few miners who had gathered around to hear what was going on. Upon their arrival, Sir Tomund turns to Sir Rovach and Sir Tristinian and says "It appears a couple of miners have failed to report in at the end of their shift. If you could help Sir Hakur with the situation, I will go report this to the sergeant." Leaning his head close to them, Sir Tomund speaks in a whisper "Probally just took off in the middle of the night after finding the work too hard." Sir Tomund then leaves the area to report to the sergeant.

The older miner steps toward to Sir Rovach and leans in to him. "I heard what that boy said to you. That twas wrong an mean of him. The Reedy brothers are good and solid workers, they be. Not like 'em to run out on their pals just cause the work got hard."

Sir Rovach nods his head to the miner. "We will help you find your friends. I am sure they are alright." Always faithful to his brothers-in-arms, he doesn't comment on the words of Sir Tomund.

"Ain't sayin' they be my friends. Just good workers they are." replied the miner.

"Sir Rovach," interjects Sir Hakur "we really should wait for orders from the sergeant before making promises like that. His orders might difer."

"We're here to help these people, are we not?" Sir Rovach replies. "If they are in danger, the sergeant will have no problem with our actions. If they are not, then no harm has been done. Either way, we're doing the right thing." Sir Tristinian nods his agreement to the words of Sir Rovach.

"Very well, we'll follow your decision." Sir Hakur puts emphasis on the word "your". "Lets go to The Cyst and see what's happening over there."

As they proceeded over to The Cyst, the rest of the details were told. The Reedy brothers had been sent, along with a few other pairs of miners, into a section of the mine called the "lower pit arm". This was an old section of the mine, from the times whoever had previously work it before the Immaterians. Their purpose was to explore new mining tunnels for the added crew to work on. Such areas would be investigated a little at a time, assessed and crudely mapped. Once approved for mining, old debris would be cleared and mining could begin. Three other pairs of men had gone into this section of the mine at the same time. The other three had returned with the information they had gathered and an "uneasy" feeling haunting them. Sir Rovach at first marked this up to rumor-mongering after hearing about the Reedy brothers, until he heard that these "feelings" were told by the men before anyone even considered the Reedy brothers missing.

They eventually arrive at The Cyst. The mine opening looked almost like a pile of rocks set into the side of a hill, with a large opening into it's depths. Multiple piles of slag, of varying heights, were lined up on both sides of the mine entrance. Hand carts, for removing rock and ore from the mine, were left out front of the mine as well in no particular order. A group of about 30-40 miners were gathered to the side as well. These, they learned, were the miners for the current shift who were being prevented from entering by the foreman and his large enforcers standing at the mouth of the mine.

"The Order won't be happy to learn production has stopped because of this." stated Sir Hakur.

"Don't you mean the Crown?" inquired Sir Tristinian. "Last I heard, this isn't our mine."

"Yes, of course." replied Sir Hakur, a bit too quickly. "I meant the Order wouldn't be happy if they failed to keep production going on the mine for the Crown."

Since when was mine production our responsibility? thought Sir Rovach.

They approach the foreman of the mine and hear the same tale told to them previously. "I'm not letting any of my men in there until we find those boys." he firmly states. "We don't know what dangers might be down there, and I won't put my boys at risk."

"The three of us are here to help in that search at the moment, good Sir" replies Sir Rovach. "We will go in there and search for your missing miners, if you can provide us with a map and wait here to inform our Brothers where we have gone once they arrive."

"You do that for my boys? Then I'll do better than give you a map!" The foreman then snaps his fingers and points to one of his men guarding the mine. The man hurrys over and the foreman takes a bag from him. Opening up the bag, he removes three very small pouches, each attached to a loop of cord big enough to be worn around the neck if needed. "I bought these a while back from a merchant passing through. They are for myself & my personal team here for when we go into those black depths. A few other miners bought some for themselves too. At least those that could afford them. Inside is a crystal that emits a bright light. Helps light your area as you work without the need for a torch. Keeps a hand free when moving through the tunnels and don't have to worry as much about smoke. I'll consider them on loan if you go look for my boys."

"I thank you for the use of such items, good Sir" Sir Rovach replies. Items like these, enchanted with simple Light spells, were common back at the Orders monestary in Lotan. Each of the knights receive one of these items. This will make it alot easier if we run into trouble, Sir Rovach thinks.

The knights study the map they receive and see the path through the tunnels they must take to arrive at the area called the Lower Pit Arm. The area beyond had only a few lines marked on, as if an attempt was made to initially map the Pit Arm area with the information they had. "Looks like quite a few tunnels branch off in the area we're going." states Sir Rovach.

Sir Hakur is silent in his comments. Sir Tristinian replies "When we get there, maybe we should decide to split up?"

"Maybe. Ready? Then lets go." Sir Rovach puts away the map in his belt pouch and proceeds into the mine with Sir Tristinian and Sir Hakur.

[Sir Rovach]

Fenrir & Eri,

Re Coat of Arms: Thanks a bunch! I didn't expect this at all. It's perfect!

[Sir Rovach]

6 years ago....

The three knights made their way forward into the mine. Sir Rovach led the way, followed by Sir Tristinian and Sir Hakur walking side-by-side behind him. The mine was silent. The only sounds were those made by them, their footfalls echoing all around. About the main tunnel were the signs of the work that was being carried out here in the Cyst. Stacks of timbers piled up, to be brought into the depths to shore up new excavations. Hand carts left at the side of the tunnel, some still upright and some laying on their side, used to haul the raw ore to the surface. Torches, digging tools, and other implements of the trade were stacked about....with some laying in the middle of the tunnel as if dropped by the miners in their hurry to leave the mine. The main entry was neat in it's construction and well traveled, for this was the way all of the traffic in and out of the mine came. The tunnel was around 30 feet wide, with a ceiling of about 15 feet, and gradually sloped downward the further they traveled. Eventually they started to come across side tunnels, branching off from the main shaft and continuing on in their own directions, downwards into the earth. When they came upon the fourth such tunnel on their left, the knights took this path as directed by their map.

The three knights continued on, the pale light from their crystals providing the only illumination by which they could see. They couldn't tell how long they had been in these hewn-out corridors of earth and stone, their only measurement was the few breaks they took to study their map and gauge the distance they had come. Eventually, as they neared the tunnels the missing miners had been exploring, they noticed a difference in the surroundings. The tunnel slowly became less finished, more roughly dug through the earth. The rock & stone around they took on a more greyish color. On the floor of the tunnel was more and more rocky debris, left here who knows how many years ago. Another oddity was the frequency of timbers used to support the ceiling above them. These became less and less frequent as they continued on, as if the original miners didn't care much about such needs or were so confident in their mining skills that they didn't really need them.

All roads have a beginning and an end, and so it was true with the path they currently travelled. At least that's what their map told them. The reality was the ancient tunnel now forked in front of them, yet this wasn't marked anywhere on the map they had. And so far, they had found no sign of the missing miners. If they were to be found then the knights would have to continue forward. Buth which direction to go?

The knights stopped and proceeded to discuss this dilemma before them. They had few choices to be had, yet each had to be considered before they would proceed.

"This is as far as the map is marked." stated Sir Hakur. "I say we return to the surface, report to the sergeant and see what he suggests."

"Report on what?" asked Sir Tristinian. "So far we have nothing to report on, except that we've come as far as the map is marked. I say we continue on. But which tunnel should we take?"

"We take both." answered Sir Rovach. "We can cover more ground that way and have a better chance of finding the Reedy brothers. I will take the right passage, if you two take the left."

"And risk us getting seperated and lost?" replied Sir Hakur. "That will just result in another search party being sent in here. And this time to find us."

"Our brother is correct, old friend. We stick together, or we leave. We do the Reedy brothers no good if we need rescuing ourselves." Sir Tristinian replied.

Sir Rovach considered the words of his fellow knights. "Very well. There is much sense in what you say. We stick together. Now, should we start with the right tunnel?"

The three companions continued down the right fork of the tunnel, making their way through the ever increasing rubble strewn and roughly cut corridor. Again and again the knights had to make their way over a greater amount of rock and debris. The hallway was becoming more and more choked with stone, yet they continued on. Then, as Sir Rovach was thinking about turning back, they came across a grisly clue. On the ground before them was a broken lantern. And on the rocks strewn about, dried blood. The knight studied the area closly, looking for any other clues of the Reedy brothers. Yet none was to be found.

"We must continue on. This has to be the direction they came." stated Sir Rovach.

"I don't like this." said Sir Hakur, his eye's scanning the floor and rocks before him. "There's too much blood, yet no bodies. What in the name of the pit happened here?"

"We won't know unless we continue. If the Reedy brothers aren't here, then they must be further down this tunnel. Let us go and continue our search." replied Sir Rovach.

Sir Rovach proceeded forward, coming upon some large boulders in their way that could not be walked around. They had to climb over them. As Sir Rovach went first, carefully so he wouldn't slip and wishing his armor was a bit more flexible, Sir Tristinian warned him "Be careful, my friend. You don't want to slip."

"I will." answered Sir Rovach to his friend. "Almost over. It looks safe to me." Sir Rovach finished climbing over the boulders and set foot once more upon the floor of the tunnel. And then the floor was no longer there. Sir Rovach felt himself falling as the ground beneath his feet gave way, his head bouncing off the stone behind him as he fell through the floor and into the blackness below...

[Sir Rovach]

6 years ago...

The first thing Sir Rovach was aware of was the darkness. A dark so black he wasn't even sure his eyes were open or if he had somehow been blinded. The second thing he was aware of was that he was laying on his back. Not laying flat, for he could feel the stones under him, causing him to lay at a somewhat crooked angle. He remembered climbing over a large boulder, setting his feet upon the floor of the passage, and then the ground caved in under him, falling with the dirt & stone into an unknown depth. Some kind of sinkhole? He reached up to take his helmet off and became aware of the third sensation: pain. Pain in his right arm, probally from when he landed. Pain in his head from a blow to his helmet as he fell. He tested moving his arms again; the pain in his arm subsided gradually to a tolerable level. However, as he attempted to sit up he became aware of even more pains previously unknown to him in these first few waking moments. Resting a moment, he began to prop himself up again, this time succeeding. Everything seems in working order, thought Sir Rovach as he gradually moved his arms and streched his legs. Was that blood he tasted in his mouth? Unable to determine where the bleeding came from, he then reached up and removed his helmet.

He still saw only darkness. He tried waving his hand in front of his face, but to no avail. The darkness was total and complete. I can't even see which direction to go. He remembered the crystal that had been loaned to him, and how it's light should be illuminating the area around him. He reached for where it hung at his neck, only to find the cord it was attached to missing. Where's my sword? wondered Sir Rovach. He tried searching the ground around him with his hands, but his search didn't find anything! He found his dagger, still in his sheath on his leg. But that won't protect me from any serious danger, thought Sir Rovach. As he sat there in the dark, the first waves of despair beginning to wash over him, Sir Rovach finally began to think upon the events in his life that brought him here to this place.

He thought first of his father, lost to him as a child as he tried to save others from evil. A loss that needed not have happened, according to Sir Atohmos, had the trivial desires of the then Grand Master not taken his support away. He thought about the stories he had heard about his father, from both Sir Atohmos and his mother, about the brave and couragous man he was. And how hearing those stories made young Rovach want to be just like him. Someone his father could be proud of. Someone to follow in his footsteps, to speak out and challenge all that was wrong in this world. He wanted to be a knight, and he worked hard to achieve it. He may not have been the best in study but, by the Pit, he did the best he could! Nobody in his training cohort could match him in arms. He was proud of the day he became a Knight of Anu, only to be sent to a dead end post that nobody else wanted. What good could he do here? None whatsoever. Except get lost in the dark, lose his sword, and be a burden to his friends if they came to rescue him.

Control your temper, Sir Rovach thought as the despair washed over him and was replaced with shame. What would his father think of him as he sat in the dark, feeling sorry for himself like some spoiled little child? He had a duty to perform, a duty to try to fullfill as long as he was still alive. Remember your oath! He may not have been the best knight, but two lives were out their in the darkness counting on him & his friends to help them. To find them and bring them out of this pit. His friends might be in trouble too. They would be counting on him as well. He could not let them down either.

"Lord Anu," Sir Rovach prayed to the darkness before him, "I am the least of your soldiers. In skill and in worth. But I made a promise, my Lord. Please give me the strength to help those in need here in this place. To help me find the strength and courage of my father. Grant me this Lord, and my life is then yours, to do with as you will."

What a wretched thing you are, he thought. And as this thought crossed his mind, the world before him began to change. A light breeze came across Sir Rovach as he sat there on the ground. Slowly, a glimmer of light began to sparkle on the ground in front of him. Faintly, almost hesitantly at first. Then it began to truely shine. Not with any great overwhelming strength, but with a light so white and pure as to make Sir Rovach's heart ache yet wash away all the troubles weighing upon his mind. Crawling towards this light, he discovered it coming from his lost crystal pendant, lost now no more. Beside it, his sword. Picking both of them up, he replaced the crystal around his neck. Holding his sword firmly in his hand, he then began to look around him. He was in a natural passageway. The direction behind him, blocked. The way forward, currently clear. Holding his sword in salute, Sir Rovach bowed his head and gave thanks to Anu for giving him what he thought he didn't have: courage & purpose. He would succeed in his duty. Nothing would stop him from that! He would not run and despair in the darkness, but face it and overcome all in his way. He would help those lost here in these dark mines, and prove he was worthy to be the son of Sir Tremfort! Purpose & faith restored, Sir Rovach proceeded down the passage in his search.

He followed the passage until it came to an end in a room. No natural hollow was this, but made by creatures of intelligence, about 30'x30' in size. The walls were made out of large blocks, as was the ceiling and floor too. These blocks measures around 2' long by about 1' high, and were made out of a greenish stone Sir Rovach had never seen before. A few of these blocks were sitting on the floor of the room, unused, in a haphazard pattern. At the opposite end of the room was a large, black stone block. Itself was roughly about 6' long by 4' high and 3' wide. No other stone in this room matched this one. Behind this large, black stone was a picture of a figure. It was a stick figure of a person, made with basic coloring materials such as primatives would use in their cave drawings. On the right arm of this figure was a black orb or disk that it was holding high above it's head. As Sir Rovach looked around, he noticed nothing else in the room. Nothing except the wall on the left from where he had entered. For this wall looked like the blocks had fallen down, outward. As he quickly peered through this opening, he noticed a corridor, similar to the corridors in the mines, with blocks from the construction of the room on the ground. Almost like the blocks had fallen outward into the corridor, thought Sir Rovach.

As he looked through this opening, Sir Rovach got a prickling sensation on his back. Like something cold was coming up upon him. Or the feeling he was being watched by eyes filled with nothing but malice. He quickly turned around, the pure light from the crystal shining into the room, and the feeling was gone. He looked around the entire room again, for any type of clue as to the purpose of this place, but in the end he found nothing. Ready to put this vault-like room behind him, Sir Rovach continued through the opening in the left wall and into the worked area of the mine.

As Sir Rovach continued on, striding forward with purpose, the corridor looked more and more like those that the Reedy brothers were supposedly lost in. As he traveled, he came across side passages. He took these as he saw fit. The direction & path he took just felt right and correct to him. He knew nothing of this mine. So he followed his heart, as Sir Atohmos had told him to do many times. His heart guided his steps. No other map or guide was needed. And then he heard a sound.

It was a crunching sound. The sound of stone-on-stone maybe? Were the miners down here, working as usual with no knowledge of the search being conducted for them? But this didn't sound like any "natural" mining work to him. Then he heard a low growl and immediately raised his sword. It was a low pitched growl that seemed to rumble from deep within it's owner. Then he heard the crunching noise again. Moving forward, he then came upon the cause of the noise.

Before him, squating and hunched over, was a large, muscular reptilian creature. It was green in color, with a large webbed crest that went from it's head to the middle of it's back, lower down was a short tail. It's back was facing Sir Rovach but it appeared to maybe be eating something. As Sir Rovach came closer, the light from his crystal made the creature aware of his presense. It turned in his direction and stood up to face him, large yellow fangs dripping with blood and globs of the meal it had been devouring. In it's right claw, a claw that looked to Rovach more than capable of ripping his armor apart, was the chewed upon arm of what appeared to belong to a human.

The reptilian creature roared, dropped his meal and proceeded to charge in Sir Rovach's direction, claws raised and reaching out to rend him to pieces. Once within range, the monster lunged for him but Sir Rovach dodged to the left and bringing his sword down upon the creature's back with all his might. His sword bit hard, but not too deep, it's edge having a tough time breaking through the creature's thick hide.
The creature still stumbled forward a few steps from the blow, but quickly recovered it's balance. Turning around to it's left, it swung out with it's left arm in mid-turn and stuck against Sir Rovach's left arm, tearing the plate armor away and drawing blood.
Sir Rovach was almost knocked to the ground by this swipe from the creature. By the Pit, it's strong! Now it was his turn to stumble forward and try to regain his balance, for if he was to fall here he knew the creature would be upon him in moments.
Hearing a roar behind him, a roar that seemed unnatually filled with anger and malice for such a primative creature, Sir Rovach turned and saw the creature lunging again towards him. Having no time to move and gather momentum for a swing with his sword, he aimed his sword to thrust with it at the oncoming creature. Anu, guide my hand! prayed Sir Rovach as the creature came upon him. Unable to stop it's large bulk in time, the creature impaled itself upon his sword, the point of the sword entering through it's neck and, glancing off something hard within the body of the creature, deflecting up into it's head. The weight of the creature, and the momentum with which it travelled, added to this strike. Roaring, but this time with a liquid sound to it, the creature raised up it's body to full height, it's arms outstretched, tearing Sir Rovach's sword from his hands. Then, reaching towards it's throat, it fell back onto the ground behind it, the sound of a monster-like sigh escaping it's lungs as it laid still upon the dirt & stone under it. Sir Rovach came forward, to retrieve his sword quickly and put an end to this foul beast. But the creature was now still, as dead and lifeless as the stone it laid upon.

Retrieving his sword, Sir Rovach proceeded on, the wound to his arm bleeding but not too severely. He walked for an unknown amount of time, in this maze of darkness. But he felt no fear or trepidation, for he knew Anu was with him. As he walked on, not really knowing where he was going but putting his faith in Anu, all of the sudden felt his leg get grabbed by an unknown force. He began to swing downward with his sword, stopping his blow when he saw it was a arm...an arm belonging to a armored human body! The hand let go of his leg and Sir Rovach knelt down, removing the great helm of the knight laying on the floor before him. As he removed the helm, Sir Rovach looked upon the face of Sir Tristinian! His friend seemed wounded but alive! Sir Tristinian had been laying face first upon the ground. As Sir Rovach rolled him over onto his back he saw the cause of his friends injuries: claw marks upon his shoulder armor showed where he had been struck, his breastplate torn like paper and blood coming from his chest. Sir Rovach called out Sir Tristinian's name, but no answer was forthcoming except for a small groan from his friend. As he looked at Sir Tristinian's still bleeding wound, Sir Rovach prayed to Anu once again. "My Lord, help my friend in his time of need." No great answer came, no heavenly fanfare or golden lights. Nothing but a light breeze blew across the forms of Sir Rovach and Sir Tristinian. At the same time a tingling sensation appeared in Sir Rovach's right hand, fading away almost as quickly as it appeared. Looking down at his friends terrible wound, Sir Rovach saw it wasn't bleeding anymore! The immediate danger to his friend was past!

Opening his eye's slowly, Sir Tristinian focused upon the face of Sir Rovach, coughed, and began to speak "A-about time....I...found you. I...knew a...brute...like you would survive falling into that pit." Sir Tristinian smiled and closed his eyes. His breathing seemed easy, but speaking seemed painful for Sir Tristinian. But Sir Rovach needed more information. "My friend. Brother! Where is Sir Hakur?"

Sir Tristinian didn't open his eyes, but answered Sir Rovach's question. "Wanted to g...go back for help...when you fell. We...talked. Were attacked..by..some cr-cr-creature. I don't..know after...that." Talking seemed to take alot out of Sir Tristinian, so Sir Rovach stopped his questioning. "Do not worry, my brother. I will help you out of this pit." Sir Rovach will have to put his faith in Anu that Sir Hakur was well and would be found. Ignoring the pain in his left arm, Sir Rovach sheathed his sword and picked up Sir Tristinian. "Lean on me, brother. I will help you walk out of here." Putting Sir Tristinian's arm around his neck, Sir Rovach supported him as they stumbled forward to escape this aweful mine.

More time passed, and at times Sir Rovach felt like his body would give out on him. He was tired and hurt, but he couldn't let his friend down. Then, before he knew how, they were not only back in the main mine shaft they originally entered, but he could see light from the mine entrance ahead!! How did we get....? But Sir Rovach knew the answer as he asked it. It was Anu, looking over them. Protecting and guiding them the whole way. Anu had helped him in his time of need. When he was at his lowest. Now, joyously, Sir Rovach would repay what he owed and keep his promise. Not because of a debt he felt he owed, but because he wanted to out of the love he had for Anu and the help he had been given. They stumbled forward, emerging from the mine and finally falling forward, into the light.

They were surrounded by what looked like the whole squad. Sir Hakur standing next to the sergeant, the rest armed and armored for what looked like battle. Behind them, a number of miners with supplies on their backs, ready to enter the mine with the knights. To look for them? "Knights!!" shouted the sergeant, "Help these men and get them healing. And hurry!!!"

Two knights rushed forward to help Sir Tristinian, Sir Hakur coming forward to help Sir Rovach who was already rising on his own. "Brother! I am glad you survived. When we were attacked I thought I would get help and...". But Sir Rovach waved him on. He did not want to hear excuses. He needed sleep, bandages for his wounded arm, and time to meditate upon what had just happened. Then he spotted the mine foreman who was coming in his direction. Sir Rovach stopped as he approached. "Here is your crystal. You have my than..." But as Sir Rovach went to remove the cord from around his neck that held the little crystal, it was not there. Only a finely made silver chain. Smiling at the grace of Anu, Sir Rovach removed this chain and handed it to the foreman. "I have lost you charm, dear sir. Please take this in exchange." "But Sir...!" the foreman began to stammer, but Sir Rovach would not hear him. Now, he had other things to do and think about. Putting one foot in front of the others, Sir Rovach went to search out a healer, enjoying the light of the sun and the breeze like he had never had before.

[Sir Rovach]

Present Day. Weeks before "New Kingdoms"....

Sir Rovach knelt in his room, hands clasp together, head bowed and sword laying upon the ground in front of him. He had been kneeling there for how long? An hour or two? Sir Rovach could not answer that question, nor could he answer how much longer he would be there. He had not yet finished his meditation yet.

The last four years had been a time of learning, fulfillment, and wonder to him. Soon after his incident at Alto Butte, the fight with the reptilian creature (when described to him, Sir Atohmos had called it a "Troglodyte", albeit one of primative advancement. Almost feral. But to a younger Rovach, it was the most monsterous creature he had ever met), and his promise to Anu, Sir Rovach had applied for and began his four year study with the Paladin's of Anu. With them he had learned not to fight, but why you fought. Why the Order existed. How to believe in himself and place his fate into the hands of Holy Anu without fear or regret, but with faith.

At the same time, his dear friend Sir Tristinian had begun his study with the Lancer's. It was natural that his love of horses would draw him in that direction within the Order. He was to be one of Anu's cavalieres, charging his enemies with the thunder of hooves, the clash of steel, and the wind of Anu at his back. Sir Rovach was happy for his friend. What little Sir Rovach had seen of him these last few years had been of a young man who, while still keeping his love of life and a devil-may-care grin upon his face, had acquired a level of maturity that hadn't been there before. He would make an excellent Lancer and would serve Anu well, with courage & honor befitting a true knight of the Order.

And then there was Sir Atohmos. Solid as a rock and as reliable as the tide. He had taken up the role of mentor to young Rovach, filling that void when his father had left him. Sir Atohmos would never be his father in blood, but would be in spirit. He had taught young Rovach important lessons as a child ("Strong values make a strong man" he would say). Then, when Rovach was old enough to join the Order, Sir Atohmos had been there as an instructor & teacher within the Order's training grounds. In addition to learning the skills of a knight, he had continued the lessons he had taught to Rovach in his younger days. Sir Rovach owed much to "Uncle Ato". He would not be the man he was today without him.
But now, for the first time in Sir Rovach's life, when he looked upon Sir Atohmos he looked old to him. Sir Rovach could see the effects age was finally having upon him. Yet his spirit was still strong. Quick was Sir Atohmos to remind anyone of that fact, to their chagrin, if they thought to deal with a feeble old man and not a veteren of Anu. Sir Atohmos should be here soon, thought Sir Rovach. He would be leaving today and Sir Atohmos would not let him leave without saying goodbye.

Sir Rovach thought back on others. Sir Hakur had stayed with the Justicarins after the incident at Alto Butte. Sir Rovach heard he had been promoted again. He had also heard that Sir Hakur was one of the choosen of the Grand Master, one whose star was in ascendance within the Order, under the shadow of the Grand Master. Sir Rovach wished him well in his service to Anu.
Sir Tomund had gone to sea, serving Anu and the Order in pursuing pirates and other hostile forces to their people. Word had come to Sir Rovach that he had been lost at sea too, performing his duty. Sir Rovach hoped he died well and with honor.

Was that a knock at his door? No matter. He was not done with his meditation quite yet.

He thought of his mother, the Lady Amthysis Kadeen, and hoped she was doing well. She was the strongest Lady he had ever known, raising a young son and managing House Kadeen at the same time. She also understood a side of him that not even Sir Atohmos even knew. It was like she was able to see right into both his mind and heart. When Sir Rovach had gone to speak with her yesterday, she had already known what he was going to say. She made it easy for him to tell her what he had to do. She understood and supported him in spirit, her son. That's what was important.

Sir Rovach opened his eyes, finishing his meditation for now. He heard a knock at the door as he began to rise and retrieve his sword. Is this the same person as before? he wondered, streching the stiffness out of his legs. Placing his sword within it's scabbard, he then went to open his door and greet his visitor.

Before him in the doorway stood Sir Atohmos, dressed in the grey robes of an instructor of the Order. "About time you answered, boy." Sir Atohmos said with a grin. "I thought I would be in my grave and seeing Anu before I got the chance to see you."

"You have many years in service to Him yet, old friend." answered Sir Rovach, embracing Sir Atohmos and bidding him to enter.

Sir Atohmos walked into the room, noting how bare the room looked. A low cot with a chest at it's foot, a desk and a chair. On the desk the Book of Anu was sitting there, open to a page that was probally important to Sir Rovach. Lastly, he viewed upon the desk a ring. It was the signet ring of Sir Tremfort. Sir Rovach had kept it in his keeping all these years. Sir Atohmos shook his head. What did he expect? Sir Rovach was a Paladin now, yet was still his father's son. "If you don't mind, I'll sit for a moment." said Sir Atohmos, walking over to and sitting upon the cot. Once seated, he looked into Sir Rovach's eyes and asked "So, is it true? You'll be leaving us this day?"

"Yes, old friend. It is the decision I have made. It is the only way for me." Sir Rovach went over to the chest, opened it, and removed a backpack from inside. He began to pack it with various contents from his chest that he would need for his journey.

"Very well. That is your decision. And I respect it. But if you will indulge a old friend with just one question: why?" asked Sir Atohmos.

Sir Rovach stopped packing his things, staring into the chest yet not looking at anything in particular. With a sigh, he began to answer Sit Atohmos. "You know why, old friend. We've discussed it much between the two of us over the years." Standing up, he closed his pack and set it down upon the bed next to Sir Atohmos. Sir Rovach could feel the words building up inside him. This was something he felt passionate about. And when he discussed things he felt passionate about, he tended to just let the words spill from him. "Our country, and our people, have lost their way. We are the heirs of the Akkorian Empire. We should be leading and guiding the world into a new golden age for all good people. Instead we are turning inward upon ourselves. We are made to believe in our own superiority over all others in this world. We are told to distrust, even hate those who are different. Are the other people of this world are enemies? No, my friend. Our enemy is self-indulgence. Our enemy is arrogance. Our enemy is our xenophobic superiority. And our enemy, whether we admit it or not, is hate. And that hatred is causing us to turn inward upon ourselves, decending ever slowly into darkness and oblivion."

Letting his passion get the better of him, yet knowing it was just the two of them together in this room, Sir Rovach continued while pacing in front of Sir Atohmos. "And where are our leaders in this time of need? Look to our own Grand Master for answers. From how you have described him, he is definately his father's son; caring more for worldly matters & power than about the spiritual protection of others. And there are many knights just like him; they care more for status and position, than about duty and sacrifice. And what about our noble families? Do they truly know what it is to be noble? I doubt it. Most are just pompous toadies to the crown, in their velvet robes and painted faces. Wearing jewelry upon their body still warm from the dying flesh of their previous owners. Playing their own little games, the cries of injustice not reaching their ears." Taking a breath, Sir Rovach paused but Sir Atohmos didn't say anything. Did not argue or confirm his thoughts and feelings. "Or how about within our own church? Perfumed priests passing notes and passing judgements among themselves for whoever cares. Advancing within the temple not based upon piety and deeds, but upon how much gold they donate to the temple's coffers!"

Sir Rovach walked over to the desk, picking up his father's signet ring and staring at it as he turned it over within his hand. "I know not everyone is like this, my friend. You are definately proof of that. There are many good people within our land. Wanting to do the right thing, caring about the world and all it's people. Yet they are unable to rise about the mire that our society has become. Outnumbered, they are fighting a holding action that will eventually fail."

Sir Atohmos finally spoke. "Greed, arrogance, self-interest. Those are not strictly Immaterian traits, young one. They are found throughout the known world."

"More's the pity that's what we have in common with others." replied Sir Rovach. "I can not do much more here. My heart tells me I can be of greater service to Anu, and our people, out there. Amongst the other nations of the world. Out there is where I'll find my purpose. I will show the world what it means to be Immaterian. Through my deeds and actions. As an example to others to rise above the evils of the world and be better than they thought they can be." Sir Rovach smiles and shakes his head. "I have no delusions of grandeur. I know I am only one person in a large world. But if I can be an example to just a few others, have an impact on how they view the world and others, then they might pass this on. And they to even more. And that my friend is worth any sacrifice I might have to make."

"You can't change everyone, lad. Most won't listen. Or even care." says Sir Atohmos.

"I can try."

With a sigh, Sir Atohmos stood up. He walked over to Sir Rovach, placing his hands upon his armored shoulders and holding him at arms length. "You are the most idealistic, stubborn man I have ever met in my life. Worse than your father." He pauses, then continues with a smile. "He would be proud of you. And approve."

"Thank you, old friend. You have been the father to me when he could not be there. You will watch over my mother for me?" asked Sir Rovach.

"Every day, lad." answered Sir Atohmos.

"Very well. I go now. Pray for me, my friend. As I will for you. And I will come back to Lotan. You have my word. Who knows?" Sir Rovach smiles at this. "I might even be successful in my quest."

"Ha!" laughs Sir Atohmos. "Who's being arrogant now, young pup!"

Sir Rovach gives Uncle Ato a hug. "Farewell, old friend." Turning around, Sir Rovach leaves Sir Atohmos in his room, taking his few belongings with him. He proceeds to the stables, to gather his mount, and ride off away to meet his destiny.