Post by SardonicRaven on Aug 4, 2010 18:44:16 GMT -5
The sun was barely rising on the horizon off the coast of Evermeet. The sky was cloudless, flawless.
A young Moon Elf by the name of Ashvar Moondark was donning his fine chainmail of obvious magical nature in his spacious house.
A large White Oak several hundred years old served as his abode. It had been planted by his father, Elvith.
The sun began creeping farther over the horizon,
it's rays glistening on the face of an old gnomish timepiece that Ashvar had purchased while passing through the Western Heartlands several years ago.
Ashvar looked at it fondly, his pale skin almost translucent in the light. "7:00 o'clock!" he gasped.
Startled at the fact that he was extremely late, he finished donning the armor that bore the symbols of the Fellowship of The Forgotten Flower.
Today was to be the day, he thought.
He spider walked down the side of the tree as dignified as possible while retaining some degree of haste.
After nearly running down a small elven child playing by his tree, he arrived at Corellon's Grove.
There stood his father, the Spellsword and head of the Knights, with a slightly annoyed look on his face.
He gave his father an apologetic look and hung his head in shame.
His father cleared his throat and began in a rather perturbed tone, "If we are all present, let us begin."
The group began a prayer to The Protector, all in unison. Ash cited the prayer word for word.
"...For the greater good of the Fair Folk, we serve you always." Thus concluded the prayer.
"Come forward , my son." Elvith bade. Looking more than a little nervous, Ashvar Moondark walked to the dais.
"Kneel." The High Knight commanded. Ashvar did so.
He raised the magical Longblade which had been in the family for several generations and placed the flat of it's blade upon his son's right shoulder.
The Spellblade spoke the knighting oath of loyalty, honor and servitude to Ash.
"Do you promise to uphold these ideals and seek out all ancient magical relics of Elven origin for the betterment of our people?"
"I do, my lord." Ashvar proclaimed aloud.
"I do proclaim you a member of the Fellowship of the Forgotten Flower, Sir Ashvar Erevis Moondark. Rise and take your rightful place in our ranks."
And so it begins, Thought Ashvar.
A young Moon Elf by the name of Ashvar Moondark was donning his fine chainmail of obvious magical nature in his spacious house.
A large White Oak several hundred years old served as his abode. It had been planted by his father, Elvith.
The sun began creeping farther over the horizon,
it's rays glistening on the face of an old gnomish timepiece that Ashvar had purchased while passing through the Western Heartlands several years ago.
Ashvar looked at it fondly, his pale skin almost translucent in the light. "7:00 o'clock!" he gasped.
Startled at the fact that he was extremely late, he finished donning the armor that bore the symbols of the Fellowship of The Forgotten Flower.
Today was to be the day, he thought.
He spider walked down the side of the tree as dignified as possible while retaining some degree of haste.
After nearly running down a small elven child playing by his tree, he arrived at Corellon's Grove.
There stood his father, the Spellsword and head of the Knights, with a slightly annoyed look on his face.
He gave his father an apologetic look and hung his head in shame.
His father cleared his throat and began in a rather perturbed tone, "If we are all present, let us begin."
The group began a prayer to The Protector, all in unison. Ash cited the prayer word for word.
"...For the greater good of the Fair Folk, we serve you always." Thus concluded the prayer.
"Come forward , my son." Elvith bade. Looking more than a little nervous, Ashvar Moondark walked to the dais.
"Kneel." The High Knight commanded. Ashvar did so.
He raised the magical Longblade which had been in the family for several generations and placed the flat of it's blade upon his son's right shoulder.
The Spellblade spoke the knighting oath of loyalty, honor and servitude to Ash.
"Do you promise to uphold these ideals and seek out all ancient magical relics of Elven origin for the betterment of our people?"
"I do, my lord." Ashvar proclaimed aloud.
"I do proclaim you a member of the Fellowship of the Forgotten Flower, Sir Ashvar Erevis Moondark. Rise and take your rightful place in our ranks."
And so it begins, Thought Ashvar.