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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Loonook" data-source="post: 1653131" data-attributes="member: 1861">Of Silver Leaves"Raise your glasses, my knights, to the Order and to the World!"  he seems to smile as he raises the glass.  He was always a virile man; his ability to deal with situations was what made her choose him so long ago.  It had been a day in the woods for him; how long ago she could not remember.  She wandered those woods sometimes, seeking out beauty which she would sketch into her book, and return to her home.He was dressed in leathers, simple travel wear, but something about him caught her eye.  She came to him in dreams; the woman with the silver hair, the silver lips, the smile which gleamed in the sunlight.  For a week the one who was known as Ulre to his friends suffered; twisting and turning in his bed.  He was in Tuin then; a kingdom which fell with the old ways, forgotten, swallowed by the mountain in which it lived.  He alone remembers what happened now . . . their screams, the cackling, running down the hallways of the Spire of Tuin, attempting to hide the child . . .He was crushed then.  She came to him; her touch brought him back from the shadows, but he was not whole.  So she cast him into the child; to forever return to the land, to her forest.  She loved him then, and she loved him each time he returned; once he took so long, a century, returning as an archmage from far across the sea... he lay beneath her leaves and fell into that final sleep.He knew her now, had known her for fourty years in this form.  He remembered their love, and when his new form, the knight Gilder, returned he blessed the ground.  He was saddened at the loss of her ancient tree, cut down three centuries ago, in a lifetime when he could not find her.  He brought the tree back with powerful wards, nursing it to health from a single seed, and she returned every year to bless his knighthood.Until this night.  The new ones . . . one was blooded, a child of Godspear.  Another she knew from the girl's blood; the shine of the Sword was in her. The others were strong of soul, but had no ties to the blood; she blessed them all the same.  Had it been so long when the girl came to her and laid beneath her bough?  Had the child forgotten?And when her man, her Vassal called for her, though weak she fought.  She fought against the wraith; gave him the power of the Silver Flame once again, and channeled her strength through him.She left her tree that night; returning the her world.  She wept as she did so, freed from bondage to the land but having lost her bond to her Vassal, her love.  ____The World changed that day . . . and on the outskirts of the battle, stands a man dressed in noble's robes. In his hands he bears a grand blade; its form seems to meld with his hand, a perfect fit.  The blade seems to dwell in the flames of the forge; its power radiates . . . a blade fitting for the blade.</blockquote>

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