Rogier de'Malvoisin
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Eleasis 29th 1370 DR
To return to the crude council of steel has never been a point of mine to admonish, nor fear. Upon every stage set for war, every Segno wrought in a true duel- we glimpse a point closer to the perfect geometry of celestial bodies, and the divine essence glimpsed beyond our stars. War is simply in line with the ever-present wheel, the circle which time treads upon, and the will of divinity; making known the virtue of our rulers. And yet- as I march upon the grounds of my encampment, beset and besieged by a familiar foe, I can only consider the stricken roads laid before me.
Vigilant; by the will of the Starspire Accord’s Council of Six, I am required to maintain a position of leadership, amongst my faithful. Though my authority does not place me above the current knights stationed within the Chapter House, I would have never expected to be granted such a position. I am one to believe in my own diligence, imprudent as that may sound. I serve without question, and I am proud to do so. I know Maztica to be a singular case- an outlier within service, and not once have I felt remorse for my good deeds done in the Watcher’s name, pained as I am by the recompense it offered me. But in all such cases- it was I, within service, I- faithful and ready to be commanded. My leadership does not extend far; but it is leadership all the same. Leadership- watched upon by Sir Rivailien, Sir Veshk, all my Brothers and Sisters, the sellsword companies, and freeblades present.
Tomorrow, we are designated to take back the southern pass; yet I am entirely clouded with doubts. Mixed reports upon the number stricken with the flux, the capacity of our fighting men, and most of all, the state we are to hold this ground; with the Legion’s forces now pulling back, perhaps aiming for ambush. However important this push is, I can only consider it a hasty, imprudent act. I question if we shall not hold first, and stand for time; though, it is the Commander’s judgement to make, and Sir Rivailien’s.
But, even for my doubts, Sir Rivailien is a man whom I place the utmost trust within. It is knights like him who make our great Tethyr proud, knights like him, who stand for the gracious tenets entirely lacking within middling Amnian society. He is a leader of war, and military might- dignified and handsome; well accomplished and noble, yet- I am well aware this station does not separate him from any mortal failing. I have seen him grow increasingly weary, burdened by the weight of combat. He maintains an outward brevity, a courtliness towards all he speaks to, but I have glimpsed the smallest of fractures and cracks within this bearing, from either the frenzy of battle, or the moments of private council we hold. I fear for my gracious knight; I truly would sooner fall upon my blade than fail him, do him poor service, acquit myself poorly in his eyes. There is naught else but to serve his command, and that is why I do not bring my fears to him. He is burdened with enough troubles. My words can bring little peace.
I find myself maintaining little and less relief, within these hours. I do not open up to my Accord; I cannot. Sellswords offer me little joy as company, and though she is present every hour of the day, I believe it is her who troubles me the very most. She is her own woman to maintain, she holds a natural- noble stationed amongst her Guildmates, and all the same- I am terrified of her. I despise it when she joins us in battle, I despise it when we are endangered and besieged, and to my left, she is there all the same. She holds every right to do so, every place to acquit herself honorably upon this field of war, but it is no comfort to my conscience, already troubled as it stands. She is threatened, wounded near death, nearly caught by the flux- so I pray it does not strike me again; and I notice more and more- it is only her in my mind. Less my duty, which is esteemed and gracious, less my company, which rallies to march; but her, my charge beyond all measure.
Helm, guide my judgement. Let me see through this endeavor with clarity.
To return to the crude council of steel has never been a point of mine to admonish, nor fear. Upon every stage set for war, every Segno wrought in a true duel- we glimpse a point closer to the perfect geometry of celestial bodies, and the divine essence glimpsed beyond our stars. War is simply in line with the ever-present wheel, the circle which time treads upon, and the will of divinity; making known the virtue of our rulers. And yet- as I march upon the grounds of my encampment, beset and besieged by a familiar foe, I can only consider the stricken roads laid before me.
Vigilant; by the will of the Starspire Accord’s Council of Six, I am required to maintain a position of leadership, amongst my faithful. Though my authority does not place me above the current knights stationed within the Chapter House, I would have never expected to be granted such a position. I am one to believe in my own diligence, imprudent as that may sound. I serve without question, and I am proud to do so. I know Maztica to be a singular case- an outlier within service, and not once have I felt remorse for my good deeds done in the Watcher’s name, pained as I am by the recompense it offered me. But in all such cases- it was I, within service, I- faithful and ready to be commanded. My leadership does not extend far; but it is leadership all the same. Leadership- watched upon by Sir Rivailien, Sir Veshk, all my Brothers and Sisters, the sellsword companies, and freeblades present.
Tomorrow, we are designated to take back the southern pass; yet I am entirely clouded with doubts. Mixed reports upon the number stricken with the flux, the capacity of our fighting men, and most of all, the state we are to hold this ground; with the Legion’s forces now pulling back, perhaps aiming for ambush. However important this push is, I can only consider it a hasty, imprudent act. I question if we shall not hold first, and stand for time; though, it is the Commander’s judgement to make, and Sir Rivailien’s.
But, even for my doubts, Sir Rivailien is a man whom I place the utmost trust within. It is knights like him who make our great Tethyr proud, knights like him, who stand for the gracious tenets entirely lacking within middling Amnian society. He is a leader of war, and military might- dignified and handsome; well accomplished and noble, yet- I am well aware this station does not separate him from any mortal failing. I have seen him grow increasingly weary, burdened by the weight of combat. He maintains an outward brevity, a courtliness towards all he speaks to, but I have glimpsed the smallest of fractures and cracks within this bearing, from either the frenzy of battle, or the moments of private council we hold. I fear for my gracious knight; I truly would sooner fall upon my blade than fail him, do him poor service, acquit myself poorly in his eyes. There is naught else but to serve his command, and that is why I do not bring my fears to him. He is burdened with enough troubles. My words can bring little peace.
I find myself maintaining little and less relief, within these hours. I do not open up to my Accord; I cannot. Sellswords offer me little joy as company, and though she is present every hour of the day, I believe it is her who troubles me the very most. She is her own woman to maintain, she holds a natural- noble stationed amongst her Guildmates, and all the same- I am terrified of her. I despise it when she joins us in battle, I despise it when we are endangered and besieged, and to my left, she is there all the same. She holds every right to do so, every place to acquit herself honorably upon this field of war, but it is no comfort to my conscience, already troubled as it stands. She is threatened, wounded near death, nearly caught by the flux- so I pray it does not strike me again; and I notice more and more- it is only her in my mind. Less my duty, which is esteemed and gracious, less my company, which rallies to march; but her, my charge beyond all measure.
Helm, guide my judgement. Let me see through this endeavor with clarity.