Greywolf Family/Liandra

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Arrived in Morek on Dwilight (January 2008)

A fresh breeze coming from the north blew into the sails of the Swimming Squirrel, the spray on the bow was turning white because of the increasing speed. Slowly the crew on deck was getting nervous. It has been days since they had left the south western continent behind, food was running low and so was the patience of the passengers. The captain sighted as his glace meet one of the so called nobles who had paid him for a passage to the new lands. Most of them grim looking faces, all together used to bloodshed and war in general but do they know what they are up to, he thought by himself. After all he got the chance once to see how the land is where no settlement was established, it was wild and inhabited by creatures you think to see in the dark, but you don’t wish to be there, but they don’t care about your wishes.

“We are making good speed again as it seems. How long will it take before we see land?” a female voice got the captain out of his thoughts back into the present and he was looking down on a Lady on deck. One of the passengers, one of the stranger ones, even when they are all not completely normal.

“Can’t say for sure, we should see the first banners of Morek after sunset. Maybe we can reach a dock till night, but I can’t promise.” The Lady seemed to think about this and then strode off, back to cabin maybe, not that the captain cared. In fact he was happy to not see his guests often. They once trained on deck, and nearly cut the ropes for the anchor, some of them keep their swords and axes sharper than his razorblade has ever been and a few he defiantly saw taking to squirrels in some boxes. “Some of them are their own problems,“ he mumbled to the world in general.

When the horizon turned red because of the setting sun the cliffs of Flying Hongrns came in sight. On the deck the fuss had started. The crew had plenty to do to keep the ship on course and the nobles who gathered at deck to see their new home in the distance seemed to do everything to get in the way. Still the men managed to get it all sorted out and slowing down the Swimming Squirrel stirred towards the harbour of Morek.

As the first ropes where whirled through the air and the ship was tied the departure started. One of the first to set foot on the creaking blanks of the catwalk was a Lady in her best age. Behind her, wearing the traditional rope of a scribe was a man carrying the bags with the belongings of his liege. When they reached the cobbled pavement the man was sent off to make adjustments for the night and a longer stay, also to inform the officials about her arrival. Even when the land was just recently settled, there will surly be already tons of scribes just doing this official stuff. The Lady, still wearing armour and sword reached under her breastplate and with a knowing smile took out a small but well filled bag. She wasn’t able to take much with her, but at least this should do for the new start.

“First objective, get a place to stay.. delegated.” Lady Liandra Greywolf made a short note in her mind, “Second, get to know the new land.” With this thought she set off into the direction of the city center, “Third, make myself useful” feeling the grip of her sword in her hand gave her shivers… it’s about time to draw it again. It was already asking for fresh blood since days…

So she set out into the city while night came, vanishing into the darkness to explore her new home.

Appointed as Countess of Zhongyuan

Deverka Cryfdwr Grandmaster of Morek, Duke of Donghaiwei

It was a private affair. Only the local dignitaries, personal escorts and retinues were present appart from Deverka Cryfdwr and Lady Greywolf. Deverka drew is longsword. "I give these lands of Zhongyuan to Liandra of house Greywolf to hold in trust from which you will pay weekly scutage and military service to Donghaiwei. I include the heridtery title of countess to be bestowed on you. Say your oaths."

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The night was calm and the fires illuminating the scene could have been more, but thanks to the well chosen location of lights the sky with it's endless stars was still visible even when standing in the center. There she was, kneel down looking up at the starlight. When the longsword of the honoured Grandmaster came down on first left than right next to her head Liandra was trembling.

"Austere,.. Maddening,.." the sword was now lain down on her head "Auspicious. These are the stars I will follow. Down on earth under the banner of Morek, after death I will chase them in the sky. Leaded by the words of the Grandmaster and his three members of the council, leaded by the stars my sword, my shield and my will be bound to Zhongyuan. Hereby I, Countess Liandra Greywolf promise to keep the land save, hold up the holy traditions and ensure the survival of this land by all means. My Liege, Grandmaster Deverka Cryfdwr I swear by my blood, the blood of a Greywolf that my sword, my land and myself are at your command."

After all the ceremony hasn't taken long and our Grandmaster will have to repeat this once a day now, or so, but for her many things have changed. She was welcomed in these parts of the word, not only that she found herself a way to be useful. Now what was left to do... continue with work. Ceremonies are fine but afterwards the work isn't less, unfortunately.