3. A Knight's Tale

A Knight's Tale

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    Eilianu Nifredil : Faithful Knight of Sehanine Moonbow.

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    She had to live.

    The journey from Evermeet had gone so well up until the last twenty leagues. She had journeyed by easy stages, often embarrassed and constantly bewildered and amazed by what she’d seen. Not because it was more impressive or prettier than home, but simply because it was so different. For a start there were the non-elves. Dozens of them, hundreds. They were everywhere. And almost none of them spoke elven. It was frustrating, it was exasperating and most of all intensely embarrassing.

    “Linu! Will you wake up and pay attention! What will you do if you are sent as emissary to a land of mixed races if you cannot grasp the basics of the Trade tongue!”
    For seven years she had studied under various tutor’s and teachers. Swordplay had kept her engrossed from the start, learning the language spoken by most humans and other races had really not. Oh she’d passed the exams. She’d cheated of course, she knew how important passing was to the good of her people and her family so she had arranged to have the paper two days before the exam and had actually spent two whole days really studying.

    She had to keep moving.

    She had tried to talk to them. “Hand over all yer money and we might let yer live. ‘Course, we might want more from yer than just money” the man had leered. The three backing him up had similarly grinned at her in ways she didn’t quite understand. They looked like smiles but with the round-ears how could you tell. She had been warned that sometimes they smiled when they were angry, or even about to be violent. She smiled back nervously and tried to work out the right words to placate them. “ Pleased to meets you. I am names Eilianu, Knight of Sehanine Moonbow. How can I helps?” They has simply eyed her up an down and repeated their demand. She was wearing the full regalia of her church. Plate mail, tower shield, the enchanted sword she had been gifted at her knighting.

    It had been a proud day. Her parents, her uncles and even her great aunt had come to see it. Finally her lessons were over, she was considered worthy to travel to other lands to protect her elven brothers and sisters. To bring peace amongst the peoples of the world by representing all that was good and kind in an elven warrior. She had fasted for three days and then held a full day and night of vigil. Then the ceremony itself. Now she could relax with her family, as relaxed as one could get of course in full platemail. The misty crescent above the full moon of Sehanine moonbow emblazoned her breastplate and her shield. She had already received word from her Priestess that the peoples of Narfell could probably benefit from a Sehanine Knight, as much as the fledgeling knight could benefit from mingling with other races

    She could not let her people down

    They had beaten her. Four on one, and it had been closer than in truth she had a right to expect. She had wounded one and badly wounded another, possibly fatally unless he found a healer quickly. They had beaten her until there was more blood outside than in. They’d taken her armour, her sword, her shield, everything but the thin shirt she had worn beneath the padding of her platemail. She lived, but barely. She was tougher than she looked, they’d learned that, but not well enough or they might have stabbed her the one more time it would have taken to end her tale there and then.
    But she lived, and she had kept moving, and now she could see through the trees the signs of a deserted, dismal place, piles of dead gnoll bodies everywhere and pyres burning. It was there the strange woman found her, brought her into the tree, and tended to the worst of her wounds. She had lived. She had arrived. Now all she had to do was start from scratch, and do what she had come to do. For her people.

    In the name of Sehanine Moonbow


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