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− | <I> | + | <I>The Sacred August Order of the Black Lion is an ancient brotherhood of crusading knights in the Kingdom of Emlyn who have fought an eternal battle for the elimination of all the evils in the world. We are seeking players who enjoy a rich bouquet of strategic conflict and dramatic roleplay who wish to play characters that are valorous, honorable, and steadfast. We are usually active in the evenings and weekends and we offer a group of close-knit, friendly, helpful players who host regular activities and events as well as being willing to help train and guide new players.</I> |
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; House Leader | ; House Leader | ||
− | : | + | : Damian Reis, Grand Knight Commander and Lord Regent of Emlyn |
; How to contact us | ; How to contact us | ||
− | : | + | : Damian Reis (Discord: Damian Reis/jxg915) |
− | ; | + | ; Commanders |
− | : | + | : Alaster Niall, Inquisitor (Discord: theoriginalmephy(charlotte)) |
+ | : Mithril Moorbane - Knight Commander | ||
+ | : Open - Treasurer | ||
− | ; | + | ; Knights First Class |
− | : | + | : Dame Fionna Bennett (Discord: Luci) |
+ | : Lara Ox (Discord: Lara#9755) | ||
+ | : Rothmore | ||
+ | |||
+ | ; Squires | ||
+ | : Ashliyn Nilxan (Discord: HeXiS) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ;Events | ||
+ | : Coming Soon | ||
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=Lore= | =Lore= | ||
− | + | ;The Oath | |
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+ | I swear to serve in the battle against darkness,<br> | ||
+ | To protect the Kingdom of Emlyn,<br> | ||
+ | To serve in a manner befitting the God King Brutus,<br> | ||
+ | To uphold the eight virtues:<br> | ||
+ | Compassion, Honor, Justice, Humility, Sacrifice, Valor, Spirituality, and Honesty,<br> | ||
+ | To observe my homage to Lord and Land completely,<br> | ||
+ | Against all in good faith and without deceit,<br> | ||
+ | To defend those who cannot,<br> | ||
+ | Until my last moment of breath,<br> | ||
+ | And in that moment I will know,<br> | ||
+ | With my Order brethren and all who came before,<br> | ||
+ | I will never die alone.<br> | ||
+ | And so I accept this symbolic blade,<br> | ||
+ | To begin this life anew.<br> | ||
+ | |||
+ | ;God | ||
+ | :Brutus, god of justice, judgement, and valor, an ascended ancient king of the Dúnadan who wandered the world as a questing knight-errant. | ||
According to the archived texts of the Order of the Black Lion, they were founded by King Brutus as a brotherhood of knight-errants to assist in his holy quest to eliminate all the evils of the world, and during his lifetime they almost succeeded in their task, until Brutus was slain, betrayed by an unnamed knight from inside the Order. In those times evil was resurgent and the Order has since been biding its time, in theory preparing to launch a new inquisition to finish the work that Brutus started, but in practice the Order finds itself bogged down by the day-to-day burdens of administering a kingdom as well as the complexity of such unyielding goals in a reality that is far more grey than the black and white world of legend. | According to the archived texts of the Order of the Black Lion, they were founded by King Brutus as a brotherhood of knight-errants to assist in his holy quest to eliminate all the evils of the world, and during his lifetime they almost succeeded in their task, until Brutus was slain, betrayed by an unnamed knight from inside the Order. In those times evil was resurgent and the Order has since been biding its time, in theory preparing to launch a new inquisition to finish the work that Brutus started, but in practice the Order finds itself bogged down by the day-to-day burdens of administering a kingdom as well as the complexity of such unyielding goals in a reality that is far more grey than the black and white world of legend. | ||
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=Story= | =Story= | ||
+ | On the young knight's armor the buckles now sagged against their shredded leather belts and the plates, once so shiny, were now dented and scratched. One of his boots had long ago lost a few stitches and his heel hung down like a lolling tongue. Though exhausted as he walked through the barbican he felt weightless, exhilarated. Never had a young knight, only days ago a squire, succeeded like him. As he passed some of his peers they slapped his breastplate with heavy palms, crying "welcome back, brother!" and "you've done fine, friend!" Each of them were boisterous. They were gallant knights, beaming with pride and purpose. Each wore armor that was blindingly polished, long red capes, and upon their tabards the lion crest, standing on two feet with its claws at the ready and its black-maned head defiant, teeth bared and tongue sharp. | ||
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+ | As he entered the great hall, the young knight's eyes followed the length of the massive room to the throne that stood imperious opposite him. There the Grand Commander sat flanked by two Knight Commanders. The three leaned close, whispering about something that was evidently very important. The young knight couldn't help but notice how very different these three knights were from the rank and file. Whereas the younger knights were loud and energetic and spoke of contests, jousts, lovely maidens, and adventure, these three men were pensive, stoic, dare he say it, secretive? Their shoulders slouched under the weight of their armor and their badges of office. A shadow seemed permanently cast on these men. Was it the burden of duty, or were the rumors about ancient curses true? | ||
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+ | As he approached the Grand Commander's whisper ended as he grabbed the shoulders of the two men at his sides, forcefully turning them to face the young knight and ending the conversation abruptly. Though the Grand Commander smiled at his approach, there was a deadness to his eyes, encircled by heavy lids. The flesh of his skin matched the grey of his beard. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Well, young brother, I had been informed that you were returning presently having succeeded in your quest and done so in a manner beyond all expectations." | ||
+ | |||
+ | The young knight answered only with a bow. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Well, let's see it then." | ||
+ | |||
+ | The young knight reached below his cloak to present a sword. Though tarnished it must have been a sight to behold when it was initially forged, beset with a large gem at the hilt that sat inside the maw of golden lion's head. The old man reached out to touch the sword with the tips of his fingers. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "May I?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Of course, Your Grace." | ||
+ | |||
+ | The old man took the sword into his own hands, holding it close to his eyes to see all the tremendous details with his old eyes. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Truly fascinating. It is as I believed. This that you've returned to the order, once belonged to a Knight Commander, some two centuries past. With this blade he bested hundreds of our august order's most powerful foes and had continued to do so until his demise, mere days after this sword had been stolen from him. Remarkable." | ||
+ | |||
+ | The young knight looked on with renewed awe. The old man continued: | ||
+ | |||
+ | "This relic is of immense importance to this order. This relic must be kept and protected. This relic..." | ||
+ | |||
+ | It was only a short pause, but in the young knight's memory it seemed like forever. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "This relic belongs with you." | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Grand Commander forcefully pushed the sword against the young man's chest, giving him no choice but to grab hold of it. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Take care of this sword, and may it serve you well, son. Now I must bid you farewell. I have some pressing issues to attend to before I yet sleep tonight." | ||
+ | |||
+ | As the young knight left with his treasure, his stride now more bouncy than before, the three older knights returned to their whispering. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "He's a good kid, that one." said the first Knight Commander. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "And resourceful. Handy with a blade." mumbled the second from under his heavy mustache. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Yes. He's a good kid, but is that enough to prepare him for the crusade to come? Let us focus, brothers, on our vile work that good kids like him may yet live." | ||
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Latest revision as of 13:54, 5 May 2020
The Sacred August Order of the Black Lion is an ancient brotherhood of crusading knights in the Kingdom of Emlyn who have fought an eternal battle for the elimination of all the evils in the world. We are seeking players who enjoy a rich bouquet of strategic conflict and dramatic roleplay who wish to play characters that are valorous, honorable, and steadfast. We are usually active in the evenings and weekends and we offer a group of close-knit, friendly, helpful players who host regular activities and events as well as being willing to help train and guide new players.
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