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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 4598306" data-attributes="member: 46615">We sat on one of the banquet’s benches and listened to Mortec tell the tale that I have just repeated for some ten minutes before the little Gnome was rudely interrupted.    The same self-important lackey, silken robe now somewhat dishevelled and stained with the evening’s meal and also dirt, looked a little paler than before. “Silence!” he bellowed, however its dramaticism was lost as he broke into a coughing fit in mid-command.     He cleared his throat nervously. “Silence.” He said less forcefully.     “Your majesty, King Thurlland the Second commands your attention.” He added as he bowed low and backed away.    Before the enormous and still hysterical crowd the King now stood. He looked even frailer than he had prior to the feast. “Ladies and Lords, honoured guests and” he began before the lackey, who was now off to the side of the King’s table, coughed and spluttered anew. An evil glare from Thurlland saw his man shrink and choke back another fit of coughing.    “and competitors.” continued the King. “Today we have witnessed a vile and contemptuous plot to assassinate not only your King, but one that also sought to stop the Games of Halfast.”    There was another long pause from the old man as he gathered his breath, before once again he continued. “Today we were also fortunate enough to witness true Guernean spirit. A love for our realm and its honoured traditions that is not as often seen as it should be.”    “Where is the young man? The one in green that bravely launched himself from the tables yonder at our foes.” He said as he vaguely wave an arm in the direction of the middle of the ‘U’ table. “That so valiantly fought traitors of the kingdom? It is his spirit that this kingdom was built upon. It is his spirit that took to action to protect us all.”    Mortec nudged me, “It’s you Gerard. He wants you!”    Even I was dumb founded. Mortec was right though, tt was me that the King described. I wore my green Hydra outfit, made for just this occasion. It was I that dove from the table in an attempt to skewer Zhontell’s adversary.    I rose and strode forward. Perhaps my friends would recall it differently. They told me later that it was more of a staggering lurch. What should be expected of a man that had only minutes before shaken off death?    I strode forward. “Yes, you are the one I seek.” said the King nodding in confirmation.     I sunk to one bended knee, in some part from fatigue, in most part out of respect. “My Lord.” I said as I doffed my regained hat, swept it low so that the feather (the antennae of the rodent that I slew in the temple of Gerech) lightly brushed the ground, and bowed my head.    “I recognise that ring.” said the King, obviously noticing the signet ring that I wore, “Mowbray isn’t it?”    “Yes my lord.” I answered.    “Good stock from Mowbray. Who are you lad? What is your name?” queried Thurlland.    “I am Gerard d’Mowbray, my lord. Second son of Reginald, Knight of Mendus.” I said, puffing my chest with pride.    “And what lands will you come into young Gerard?” he inquired further.    “If my lord Baron Mendus sees fit to knight me I will come into the lands of Monfort.” I replied.    “Very good.” He said to me and then he turned his attention to a servant standing at his right. “Theodus, bring me a sword.”    My mind started to spin. I was feeling quite feint. Realisation had begun to creep into my recovering thoughts.     “Gerard.” The King’s voice sounded loudly above me. “Look upon your King.”    I looked up to see Thurlland’s kind hazel eyes looking upon me. And Prince Brand’s puzzled face, no doubt trying to recall me, peering at me from the King’s left.    The King whispered with slight smile, “Now Gerard, be still. My arm is not quite what it was. We don’t want an accident do we?”    And then in a loud and more confident tone than he had used all evening. “Gerard d’Mowbray, for service to your King,” he said has he lowered the blade he now held shakily onto my head, “and your country.” he slowly pushed it to my chest so that it’s point rested over my heart. “I bestow upon you the Knighthood of the Barony of Mendus. Arise Sir Gerard d’Monfort.”    I placed my hands on my bended knee and pushed up with all my strength so that I could stand before my King. “Thank you my lord.” I was so caught in the moment that the words rasped gravel-like from my lips.    “Good luck on the morrow young Gerard. I’ll be watching you with keen interest.” Said Thurlland, as Brand still glared at me trying to place me.    The rest of the evening was a blur. There was much back slapping and celebratory drinking until the early hours, after which I spent in the loving embrace of Melinda. Thankfully the Hydra’s first event was drawn late in the afternoon.       </blockquote>

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