Role

Chapter 1

Life was so much simpler in the woods of Aldevari where I grew up. I was
raised by my father, never knowing my mother. I could only imagine her royal
graces told to me by my hunter of a father. He would never speak of what
befell her, and did his best to guard me from that bloodline.

Yet, I always felt a yearning to a higher calling, something more than a
simple woodsman. Whenever we would visit Vincent or travel near the jousting
field, I was always in awe of the knights in their armor, and the grace with
which they wielded their lances. My father would often correct my form with
my spear, deriding me for wielding it as if it were something more than a
hunting implement.

But it was more than their arms and armor that impressed me about the
knights. Born upon their coat of arms, and sang of as they entered the
tournament field were their deeds. These were men of honor, duty, and
tenacity. They bested great beasts, and protected the farms and farmers. They
believed in ideals far noblier than what our elven fables held possible of
mere men. My father could not diminish my admiration for them.