Arnickles Renodin/Myr

Myr Arnickles Renodin

Description

His cleanly shaved, boyish face is framed with storm of black hair pointing in all directions. He stands nearly a head taller than most of his contemporaries, and altough lean of frame, his flesh is somewhat reinforced due to horseless childhood full of physical labour. His pristine light-brown skin shows no scars whatsoever, continuously mocking his attempts to be seen as a full-fledged knight.

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Knighthood

Roleplay from Myr Arnickles Renodin

A snowflake made of purest silver, shimmering in the dawning sun - that is the impression one would have looking at it from afar. From up close the mix of marble, granite and limestone in rich areas and chalky mudbricks in poor areas of this metropolis, bathing travelers in shocking amounts of light was even more impressive. Absorbing the wonders of the Silver City walked young Myr, his mouth failing to remain closed. The shadows growing shorter informed him that it was getting late. "You don't get knighted by pretermiting one of knightly virtues!" - he thought to himself as he hastened the pace.

Arriving at The Rendorian Imperial Complex he marveled - mouth agape - at the columns and cobblestones, the spacey hall and the ceiling. As his eyes finally wandered to the figure in the prominent place of the room, he forced his mouth closed and assuming the most dignified gait he could manage he walked towards the man in front of highly decorated chair.

Performing genuflexion Myr said the words:

"I - Myr Arnickles Renodin - do solemnly swear my oath of fealty to my rightful liege, Margrave of Askileon - Aldrakar Renodin, and to the Kingdom of Moon Hall, in person of Royal Aldrakar Renodin. I swear my Imperial Loyalty to the Hegemony of Luria Nova and His Imperial Highness - Suzerein Emperor Aldrakar Renodin. To my blood and honour I swear to serve and protect my rightful liege and my realm, with all my will and all my might, and give my life - should it ever be requested. This is my oath."

Finishing the speech he pounded his chest three times, representing three degrees of sovereign faelty he sworn. Expecting the touch of the sword and handing of the deed for estate he anxiously looked up.

He saw a man of most regal provenance. The aura of gold and silver surrounded him. His hair - originally of golden hue - now were hinted with silvery shades. His shape was strong, with majestic shoulderguards adorning already broad shoulders. In battle with passing time the Emperor hadn't given up much of the field, he endured it artfully - his face, other than with several battle-scars, wasn't showing his age at all. His blue eyes met young knight-to-be's stare with kindheartedness, there was some universally paternal care in them, as if he viewed all subjects of the Lurian Empire as his children in a way.

Myr thought to himself - "Is it truly possible that in my veins flows the same, albeit watered down, blood?"

He then lowered his stare to the polished marble, in which he saw his own reflection. His dark eyes went from frizzy hairs at the top to his boyish face, his dark cheeks contorted in a catlike grin, his lean frame and considerable length of his torso, his long, athletic legs and finally to his well-worn footwear at the bottom. Thankfully most of this was masked with a plate armour of lesser quality, altough polished to look as knightly as possible.

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Roleplay from Aldrakar Renodin

The oath of Myr Arnickles Renodin

"I - Myr Arnickles Renodin - do solemnly swear my oath of fealty to my rightful liege, Margrave of Askileon - Aldrakar Renodin, and to the Kingdom of Moon Hall, in person of Royal Aldrakar Renodin. I swear my Imperial Loyalty to the Hegemony of Luria Nova and His Imperial Highness - Suzerein Emperor Aldrakar Renodin. To my blood and honour I swear to serve and protect my rightful liege and my realm, with all my will and all my might, and give my life - should it ever be requested. This is my oath."

Finishing the speech he pounded his chest three times, representing three degrees of sovereign faelty he sworn. Expecting the touch of the sword and handing of the deed for estate he anxiously looked up."

Letting the words hang in the air, Aldrakar beheld this scion of the bloodline mingled with his own. He looked healthy yet the complexion of his skin distinguished him clearly from the main Renodinian Bloodline. He still recalled the letter from the daimon infested continent of Beluaterra. From Astros, informing him of the new Cadet Branch. Arnickles Renodin the name felt awkward as it rolled off his tongue. Without pausing he unsheathed a now shimmering blade in the cascading light that spilled in from the tall windows. Engraved with the symbols of House Renodin and decorated in fine gold around the guard. Holding it up straight Aldrakar spoke.

And to your Oath I shall hold you. Until such a time that I release you from it or death does claim you. In turn I will provide you with an upkeep suitable to your service rendered onto me. Providing enough so that you may command a company of good and loyal men in my name and do battle for the pleasure of the Realm and its Sovereign master, The Emperor.

A small pause fell as Aldrakar's gaze left little to question who that person was before resuming. I swear to do right by you as long as your Oath is strong and shelter you in my homes, provides you cloth to garb your body in and see to the nourishment that grands you life. Justice shall be mine to give and my hand to shield you from the evil of others. This is my sacred vow onto you as Liege and I accept your Oath.

The estate known as Heir's Gate is now yours by bond and oath, use it wisely.

Sir Myr, you do me proud and make swell my heart with hope as the future just turned to a stark Gold against the black night sky.

The imperial blade wielded in Aldrakar's hand moved with measured grace and touched Myr first on the left shoulder, rested there for but a moment and then moved on to touch the right shoulder. Sheathing the sword Aldrakar deigned to lean a little bit closer to Myr and whispered something to the young man. The words impossible to all but those blessed with dog's hearing from catching. So Myr was accepted as an Imperial Knight of the Hegemony. His tale yet begun and already, finding himself with huge shoes to fill.

Leaning close

The sound of Aldrakar's calm breath came as the ocean sends waves onto the shores. Rhythmic and strangely soothing. The line of Silhouettes has long been kept a secret, I am glad it can now stand in the light and add to our family glory. Be sure to act with utmost respect, be a man other men wish to be. Never falter in your duty and show courage even when you feel none. Treat women with dignity and protect those that cannot protect themselves. That is what it means to be Noble.

Leaning back slightly, Aldrkar looked into the young man's eyes and offered a warm smile. Go now, make a name for yourself Myr.

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Roleplay of Myr Arnickles Renodin

Hearing the words, feeling the weight of the blade on his shoulder, finally standing up a knight - Myr bowed ceremonially and departed from the hall. Onlookers could've thought that the Rendorian Imperial Complex had a power to transform, for in went a boy, out came a man. Same face, clothes and armour, and at the same time - a different person entirely.

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Roleplay from Myr Arnickles Renodin

Giask - the great city, the golden city, the jewel of the south, crown of Euschean. It had many names, none of which gave justice to the marvel of a city it truly was. Myr counted his Redmanes atop the gangplank of the ferry that carried him over Euschean Sea. Standing two dozen strong were the veterans of quarries, salt-mines and pastures - a sight to behold. He tore his eyes from the magnificence of the sky-poking spires and looked down. The other company that travelled on the same ferry had already been disembarking.

"Blast it! Northern knight'll take all the best warriors before I get the chance!" - he subtly swore.

Thinking - 'there's no time for sightseeing' - he rushed to the recruitement offices, his men barely keeping up. When he finally stopped right in front of the heavy hand of a season officer outstreched in a halting motion, he grinned with joy and taking in several hasty breaths he shouted:

"I'll take three dozen of the best men you have!" - his words flowed with an accent particular to the nomads from the Desert of Silhouettes, with words joining one-another - a way of speaking that could only be compared to singing. In language native to the Desert two consonants never link the words, which makes sentences sound like very long single words. In common tongue the effect is not quite as spectacular, but still pleasant to the ear.

"Hold on, young'un. Our best men are reserved for the most capable, prestigious and honourable commanders. For you..." - he took a measure of the young noble, eying him up and down - "I won't part with more than a couple of them and you would have to disband your current company, they would only get in the way of the seasoned warriors."

"What?! I will have you know..." - Myr started to protest but then looked over his men. The Redmanes could well be called the Greymanes - most of them seen well too many winters, some might even remember the founding of Pian en Luries. He gave up on the arguement but not on the indignance: "... I will have you know that I am Myr Renodin and you will do best to grant me the finest fighting force you can muster!"

The veteran manning the office of recruitment just scratched his head and assuming a bit humbler tone he started turning the pages of what looked like the great compendium of noble houses. Moving finger over the pages he mumbled out: "Muren Odin, Muren Odin... Muren Od- I'm sorry sir, I can't seem to find anything here! Let me call a friend." - he then started shouting back through the hall - "Bob! Bob! Have you heard of house Odin?! Sounds northern, can you bring here the lists of noble houses of Avernus, Westgard and Arnor?"

A bit dumbfounded Myr tried to correct: "No, it's Myr-"

"Just a second, Sir." - the officer interrupted him.

Not certain if he was being mocked or genuinely misunderstood, young knight swiftly left the offices and supplemented his company with volunteers from the open area of recruitment offices. Greatly troubling him was the thought - what shall he say of his unit if he bumps into a fellow knight.

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