Rastfar
First Post
5 Ter, 637 M.Y.
I had always heard of Malcolm the Bronze. We all had. He was one of those I had romanticized the idea of, though now I am not so sure that he was deserving of my idolatry. Where was the duly designated Watch-Mage while Quillton’s residents were under attack? Where was Sir Malcolm the Bronze while Thricia’s citizenry were being sacrificed? And for what was their sacrifice? For one man to attempt to recapture his youth? A self-satisfying escapade? To slake some personal adventure?
I had heard of Malcolm the Bronze’s reputation. We all had. To my dismay I discover that absent is synonymous with irresponsible. Are these scathing accusations? Maybe. But I say they are bitter truths. Do the good deeds outweigh the bad? I am not Osiris, but perhaps Felix Wayhand and his son are asking the same question. Perhaps had we been able to send a faultless ahead, Tolvin Kentai would not be hearing his judgment now. Sir Malcolm should have been waiting at the Vanderboren manse for the arrival of the murderers.
As am I, Malcolm the Bronze is a graduate of the adventuring curriculum. Thus I know that he holds the ideas of exploration and discovery, the appeal of thrill-seeking and risk, dear in his heart of hearts. Would that he had the wisdom to know when to request reassignment, aid, or replacement there would be three less deaths to account for. How many others may have suffered in the past?
While I am eager to receive his advice, learn from one I had always wished to emulate, and make him proud by returning the token trophy, any such accomplishments will be sour. Is it possible that he would wish to steal the credit for the return of a religious relic? Telemakhos would have me believe it possible. I must be certain to independently declare our intention of its pursuit to a third party, unconnected, so that we will be able to better lay claim to the return of this blessed amulet of Fallon, before handing it to Malcolm for presentation. Leisel of Isis, in Sluetelot, she will know how to aid me.
The more I see, the more I grow contemptuous of the old guard. I begin to fathom how easy it is for Markos to remain disdainful. To be a knight is an honour and a life style, not an honorarium for a stylish life. I find another man expected to embody knightly virtue, measured and found wanting.
‘It is the responsibility of the young to keep the venerated honest.‘
I had always heard of Malcolm the Bronze. We all had. He was one of those I had romanticized the idea of, though now I am not so sure that he was deserving of my idolatry. Where was the duly designated Watch-Mage while Quillton’s residents were under attack? Where was Sir Malcolm the Bronze while Thricia’s citizenry were being sacrificed? And for what was their sacrifice? For one man to attempt to recapture his youth? A self-satisfying escapade? To slake some personal adventure?
I had heard of Malcolm the Bronze’s reputation. We all had. To my dismay I discover that absent is synonymous with irresponsible. Are these scathing accusations? Maybe. But I say they are bitter truths. Do the good deeds outweigh the bad? I am not Osiris, but perhaps Felix Wayhand and his son are asking the same question. Perhaps had we been able to send a faultless ahead, Tolvin Kentai would not be hearing his judgment now. Sir Malcolm should have been waiting at the Vanderboren manse for the arrival of the murderers.
As am I, Malcolm the Bronze is a graduate of the adventuring curriculum. Thus I know that he holds the ideas of exploration and discovery, the appeal of thrill-seeking and risk, dear in his heart of hearts. Would that he had the wisdom to know when to request reassignment, aid, or replacement there would be three less deaths to account for. How many others may have suffered in the past?
While I am eager to receive his advice, learn from one I had always wished to emulate, and make him proud by returning the token trophy, any such accomplishments will be sour. Is it possible that he would wish to steal the credit for the return of a religious relic? Telemakhos would have me believe it possible. I must be certain to independently declare our intention of its pursuit to a third party, unconnected, so that we will be able to better lay claim to the return of this blessed amulet of Fallon, before handing it to Malcolm for presentation. Leisel of Isis, in Sluetelot, she will know how to aid me.
The more I see, the more I grow contemptuous of the old guard. I begin to fathom how easy it is for Markos to remain disdainful. To be a knight is an honour and a life style, not an honorarium for a stylish life. I find another man expected to embody knightly virtue, measured and found wanting.
‘It is the responsibility of the young to keep the venerated honest.‘
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