Damon Federico De Crozier
From Davenrathh
| Line 1: | Line 1: | ||
| - | + | The bard did not put down his instrument as he regarded the two grey-coated men in front of him. It was past midnight, and the bard had long since finished his gig for the evening. The remains of a dinner of smoked ham and snellgras littered the table before him, and he was just finishing a glass of mulled wine, waiting for the barmaid (who had been giving him "the eye" all evening, dontcha see?) to finish her shift. The questions of these two men, who, even to the well travelled tunesmith were strange and shifty, were not a welcome finish to the evening | |
| + | |||
| + | Damon Federico De Crozier? I know the lad. Son of old Bear Simon De Crozier, yes, of ''those'' De Croziers, do ye ken? A good lad, as they go, but not the nicest family. The De Croziers used to rule a small town, called Helm, back in the days of the Old Kingdom under Regitous (in Glory ride he, eternal). Paladins and Heironious worshippers all, there wasn't a finer famliy of jousters and vainglorious oafs to be found the whole continent over. They had a good thing going, you ken, for all of Helm bowed to the Archpaladin, and as His chosen family, the De Croziers were the cream of the crop. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Then his nastiness, Cromwell, had to come and ruin it for them. I think Bear's Grandaddy, Knight-Marshall Mattias, took it personally. Maybe too personally I guess, because when the demons started swarming west, he was the fist De Crozier to take up a blade and go see them. Some of my friends have the ballads written about those battles. Glorious, Chivalric to the extreme, a fitting offering to Haironious. It also just about killed off the family. Only the women survived, because the Heironians, at the time, weren't much on the idea of Lady knights. | ||
| + | |||
| + | So the De Croziers (the smart ones anyways) fled into exile in Kelemere, where time wasn't nearly as nice to them. The ladies had to fend for themselves, with nothing more than the memory of their family's prestige to see them along. You'd not be surprised if I told you they became fantastically broke. | ||
| + | |||
| + | But by the time Bear De Crozier had taken over leadership of the house, the Archpaladin smiled on them, in the form of the royal famliy of Northern Borland, who did the whole world a favour by removing old Yellow-Eye's eye and hand, and then him of the rest of his life. With Cromwell gone, the De Croziers could pick up right were they left off | ||
Revision as of 15:07, 12 August 2007
The bard did not put down his instrument as he regarded the two grey-coated men in front of him. It was past midnight, and the bard had long since finished his gig for the evening. The remains of a dinner of smoked ham and snellgras littered the table before him, and he was just finishing a glass of mulled wine, waiting for the barmaid (who had been giving him "the eye" all evening, dontcha see?) to finish her shift. The questions of these two men, who, even to the well travelled tunesmith were strange and shifty, were not a welcome finish to the evening
Damon Federico De Crozier? I know the lad. Son of old Bear Simon De Crozier, yes, of those De Croziers, do ye ken? A good lad, as they go, but not the nicest family. The De Croziers used to rule a small town, called Helm, back in the days of the Old Kingdom under Regitous (in Glory ride he, eternal). Paladins and Heironious worshippers all, there wasn't a finer famliy of jousters and vainglorious oafs to be found the whole continent over. They had a good thing going, you ken, for all of Helm bowed to the Archpaladin, and as His chosen family, the De Croziers were the cream of the crop.
Then his nastiness, Cromwell, had to come and ruin it for them. I think Bear's Grandaddy, Knight-Marshall Mattias, took it personally. Maybe too personally I guess, because when the demons started swarming west, he was the fist De Crozier to take up a blade and go see them. Some of my friends have the ballads written about those battles. Glorious, Chivalric to the extreme, a fitting offering to Haironious. It also just about killed off the family. Only the women survived, because the Heironians, at the time, weren't much on the idea of Lady knights.
So the De Croziers (the smart ones anyways) fled into exile in Kelemere, where time wasn't nearly as nice to them. The ladies had to fend for themselves, with nothing more than the memory of their family's prestige to see them along. You'd not be surprised if I told you they became fantastically broke.
But by the time Bear De Crozier had taken over leadership of the house, the Archpaladin smiled on them, in the form of the royal famliy of Northern Borland, who did the whole world a favour by removing old Yellow-Eye's eye and hand, and then him of the rest of his life. With Cromwell gone, the De Croziers could pick up right were they left off
