Post by Tristan Deschênes on Sept 16, 2014 18:29:15 GMT -5
The deliberations had been completed. Tristan had honestly wondered if word would ever reach them. In the months prior, Sirs William and Tristan traveled to Bordelaix to undergo the rigorous trials that would hopefully end with Tristan's enrollment within the Order. However, upon completion, the Knights of the Order declared they needed time to deliberate their choices. An edict was given to each Knight to venture out into the Kingdom to perform good deeds in defense of the lands and in assistance to the meek.
The decision was an easy one for the two knights. Sir William, a man that proved a better father than the one of his own blood, suggested that they travel to the Rohari desert. Caravans through the vast sea of sand were always in need of guards to ensure their safekeeping against the occasional violent tribe. The young knight agreed with the man, and they spent the last few months upon those hot sands, facing challenges created by both nature and man. Yet, they emerged stronger for it, if not bit wiser.
When they arrived in Solaria, a letter was waiting for him informing that he had been selected for the Royal Guard. The news was well welcomed to say the least and with a good amount of drink. Never had Tristan seen Sir William so proud of him, and to this day, the thought of it warmed his heart. Shortly after, they set back for Bordelaix which entailed the current stop in Duefuemi.
The ferry would not be ready for several days due to the need for repairs. Apparently, the first mate had driven the vessel too close to short and damaged it upon the rocks. The other ferry had been damaged in a recent storm that was common in May. As such, many travelers were, in essence, trapped in Duefuemi. However, Tristan could think of worse places to be. It was truly beautiful city. Sir William told him that was frequently described as the City of Love.
Tristan didn't understand.
Nonetheless, didn't preclude him from enjoying the beauty that the city offered. The markets were bustling, the architecture astounding, the people fascinating and the environment warm with weather, passion and generally good people. Tristan realized that he was rather fond of the City of Two Rivers.
After dinner with Sir William, he declared he wished to take a stroll through the gardens near the keep that was the Montefiore home. The full moon was high in the night, the clouds had receded toward the horizon and the world was blanketed in a beautiful pale light. The night blooms of spring were taking their place on the stage and Tristan found himself amidst it all.
Yet, out of the corner of his eye came a flutter of movement. A person?
Joanna Montefiore
The decision was an easy one for the two knights. Sir William, a man that proved a better father than the one of his own blood, suggested that they travel to the Rohari desert. Caravans through the vast sea of sand were always in need of guards to ensure their safekeeping against the occasional violent tribe. The young knight agreed with the man, and they spent the last few months upon those hot sands, facing challenges created by both nature and man. Yet, they emerged stronger for it, if not bit wiser.
When they arrived in Solaria, a letter was waiting for him informing that he had been selected for the Royal Guard. The news was well welcomed to say the least and with a good amount of drink. Never had Tristan seen Sir William so proud of him, and to this day, the thought of it warmed his heart. Shortly after, they set back for Bordelaix which entailed the current stop in Duefuemi.
The ferry would not be ready for several days due to the need for repairs. Apparently, the first mate had driven the vessel too close to short and damaged it upon the rocks. The other ferry had been damaged in a recent storm that was common in May. As such, many travelers were, in essence, trapped in Duefuemi. However, Tristan could think of worse places to be. It was truly beautiful city. Sir William told him that was frequently described as the City of Love.
Tristan didn't understand.
Nonetheless, didn't preclude him from enjoying the beauty that the city offered. The markets were bustling, the architecture astounding, the people fascinating and the environment warm with weather, passion and generally good people. Tristan realized that he was rather fond of the City of Two Rivers.
After dinner with Sir William, he declared he wished to take a stroll through the gardens near the keep that was the Montefiore home. The full moon was high in the night, the clouds had receded toward the horizon and the world was blanketed in a beautiful pale light. The night blooms of spring were taking their place on the stage and Tristan found himself amidst it all.
Yet, out of the corner of his eye came a flutter of movement. A person?
Joanna Montefiore