Fenris Achasse
Newbie
My dreams have been troubled. Not by the usual nightmares no, but by a query.
Now from what I understand, the old empires that once ruled these lands have fallen. And perhaps, considering what I’ve learned of their history, they should not all be rebuilt. But they did create something, these legions, empires, and kingdoms. And that’s solidarity. In their people. From the knights and lords to the last peasant they knew where it was they lived, provided, and died for.
But I think, these feelings have been lost. Just look to how we refer to the land we’re fighting for. The Maelstrom. Carries a connotation with it does it not? That this is a blasted, cursed land. And perhaps it is. But the people resurrecting, dazed, confused, remembering perhaps their last moments. They’re welcomed to the maelstrom. The world as you know it has ended.
Our collective of war fighters, scholars, and healers belong to their own factions. Guilds, houses, knights, I see we all have our banners that we follow and fight under. And that is respectable. I see the many standards, sigils, flags, and houses, and I’m filled with awe.
But when I look around the hall and see the people we’ve brought back and the progress we’ve made and my heart swells with pride.
We have all come to the maelstrom for one reason or another. But whatever the reason, we’ve all shed our blood, sweat, and tears for the sake of making these lands safe and habitable again. So that one day, people may live here again and that so many needlessly lost lives can have a second chance. No matter the house, no matter the lord, this is what we’ve fought for. This is what we, for some reason, the same reason people look at us and see unstable adventurers, have decided is worth coming here and dying for.
This having been said, I feel we need a symbol. A standard. A flag. A banner that, no matter whom or what we serve or answer to, we belong with. It carries no oaths. It carries no bonds. Only the willingness we’ve all shown to fight for the sake of a land and people Fortannis was willing to turn a blind eye to. A favor we could all choose to wear. A flag to hang in the hall and in the streets. Give the people a sense of solidarity again. Give us something to look up and take pride in.
I could just be naive. It’s just a dream.
But when I think of our struggle, I think of all of us. Not just my house. Not just the Scribes. Not just the Knights Ferry. Not just the first people’s pack. Not just the Ashen Spire. All the houses and guilds! But a collective of peoples, that despite colorful personalities, have put everything on the line for the sake of doing some good. I think highly of all of you. And when I dream I see us all standing together under a banner.
Maybe we could all come together and design one? Toss around ideas. And with some team effort, maybe make some flags and banners to hang in the towns we settle and reclaim. And hopefully one day, maybe it’ll wave on the surface.
Respectfully,
-Clerk Fenris Achasse, House Namrik
Now from what I understand, the old empires that once ruled these lands have fallen. And perhaps, considering what I’ve learned of their history, they should not all be rebuilt. But they did create something, these legions, empires, and kingdoms. And that’s solidarity. In their people. From the knights and lords to the last peasant they knew where it was they lived, provided, and died for.
But I think, these feelings have been lost. Just look to how we refer to the land we’re fighting for. The Maelstrom. Carries a connotation with it does it not? That this is a blasted, cursed land. And perhaps it is. But the people resurrecting, dazed, confused, remembering perhaps their last moments. They’re welcomed to the maelstrom. The world as you know it has ended.
Our collective of war fighters, scholars, and healers belong to their own factions. Guilds, houses, knights, I see we all have our banners that we follow and fight under. And that is respectable. I see the many standards, sigils, flags, and houses, and I’m filled with awe.
But when I look around the hall and see the people we’ve brought back and the progress we’ve made and my heart swells with pride.
We have all come to the maelstrom for one reason or another. But whatever the reason, we’ve all shed our blood, sweat, and tears for the sake of making these lands safe and habitable again. So that one day, people may live here again and that so many needlessly lost lives can have a second chance. No matter the house, no matter the lord, this is what we’ve fought for. This is what we, for some reason, the same reason people look at us and see unstable adventurers, have decided is worth coming here and dying for.
This having been said, I feel we need a symbol. A standard. A flag. A banner that, no matter whom or what we serve or answer to, we belong with. It carries no oaths. It carries no bonds. Only the willingness we’ve all shown to fight for the sake of a land and people Fortannis was willing to turn a blind eye to. A favor we could all choose to wear. A flag to hang in the hall and in the streets. Give the people a sense of solidarity again. Give us something to look up and take pride in.
I could just be naive. It’s just a dream.
But when I think of our struggle, I think of all of us. Not just my house. Not just the Scribes. Not just the Knights Ferry. Not just the first people’s pack. Not just the Ashen Spire. All the houses and guilds! But a collective of peoples, that despite colorful personalities, have put everything on the line for the sake of doing some good. I think highly of all of you. And when I dream I see us all standing together under a banner.
Maybe we could all come together and design one? Toss around ideas. And with some team effort, maybe make some flags and banners to hang in the towns we settle and reclaim. And hopefully one day, maybe it’ll wave on the surface.
Respectfully,
-Clerk Fenris Achasse, House Namrik
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