The Immortal report - info spam - Pk Newsflash - A Gathering of Knights - Awooga corner - The darkness calls again - Bryn's departure - the baron and the baroness: wanting to fly - Hell hath no fury... - CLeo interviews Yvonne

    The night's twinkling twilight slowly grow clearer even as men and women delve deeper into their sleep. Even with the night's chilly air and silence, many still walk the lands attempting to muster more work out of the day than the hours permit. Deep into the center of the town, the streets sleep with only darkness and silence as its companion. Yet on this night, a few men brush by waking none along the way as they head toward a small house. With the turn of a key, the door opens wide, giving the world a glimpse of its contents. The men hurry in and suddenly, the door closes again, melting the house into the surrounding as if nothing had ever occurred.

    Although it appears to be no different than any other house along the street, the burning fire inside lights the house brightly in the sea of darkness. As the men hang up their cloaks, their weapons glitter unevenly, growing and fading as the fire leap and recede. Of the two younger men, one removes his sheath and places it on the oaken table and drops into the rocking chair. With a thump, his feet are already on the table and his hands behind his head with a wide smile across his face. The eldest of the three men, stands quietly before the fire staring deep and beyond the red glowing wood as if in deep thought. The youngest of the three, draws a white cloth out of his bag and begins to wipe his trusted sword. With a single motion, the white cloth glides across the blade yielding itself to the grim and stains.

 'The events of the day were complicated at best Sir Ganymede,' says the man in the rocking chair, 'but I will explain it to the best of my abilities as soon as I make sense of all the information that I have gathered.'

 Sir Ganymede nods showing his agreement with the young man. With his head turned slightly, he begins, 'What other news Knights?'

 Clearing his throat a little bit, the younger man points to a scroll in the room filled with writings. Proceeding over to the scroll, Sir Ganymede reads the recent writings on the scroll and nods.

 'Aye, it has long been delayed.'

 Sir Ganymede strides across the room to a small platform within the house, which seems to have been converted into a sort of makeshift altar, and looks the area over. Deciding that all is in order, he turns around to face the room, his back to the rough wooden wall.

 'Sir West, come stand aside of me, if ye will?' Sir Ganymede says fluently.

 The young man withdraws his feet from the oaken table and quickly stands up. With a joyous delight on his face, he quickly walks over and stands to the right of Sir Ganymede. With a smile, Sir Ganymede proceeds with the ceremony.

 'This gathering of Knights has convened this even in order to describe the fate of a squire, who has in good faith come before us in order to see Knighthood bestowed upon him,' Sir Ganymede declares in a courtly fashion.

 Sir Ganymede says fluently, 'Geber, come stand before us and face me, please.'

 An immeasurable delight can be read from his face and without another pause, Geber walks over and stands proudly before Sir Ganymede.

 Sir Ganymede says, in a voice smooth and courtly, 'Geber, ye have been invited here to-night because ye have, for quite some considerable length of time I might add, sought out a Knighthood among us.'

 Geber nods his agreement with Sir Ganymede.

 Sir Ganymede says in a courtly fashion, 'Ye have completed our requirements, these being a term of Ritterum under the Knights of Kleinstadt and a term as squire under one of us, and in these ye have proven yourself one of honor and courage.'

 Sir Ganymede says, in a voice smooth and courtly, 'Knighthood is not to be undertaken lightly, however, and the Knights must have your vow that ye will uphold its values strictly and to the letter, or as a clan we are no better than rogues.'

 Suddenly the door swings open and a girl in with electric blue hair saunters in. The men turn their heads slightly, but return to the ceremony when the girl quickly realizes that her tardiness had interrupted the ceremony.

 'Is it then your promise to uphold the Code of the Knights, in every word and action, at all times and through to the end of your days as a Knight of Legend upon the earth?' Sir Ganymede says, in a voice smooth and courtly, to Geber.

 Sir Ganymede says, in a voice smooth and courtly, to a new age girl, 'Ye are right in time, sai.'

 Sir Ganymede smiles at a new age girl.

 A new age girl smiles softly and nods.

 'Come stand aside of me to the left, if ye would?' Sir Ganymede says in a courtly fashion to a new age girl.

 A new age girl straightens and smiles warmly, gliding gracefully across the floor to Sir Ganymede's left.

 Sir Ganymede says, in a voice smooth and courtly, to Geber, 'What then be your answer, sir?'

 Geber says with respect, 'Aye Sir, it is.'

 Sir Ganymede smiles happily.

 'And do ye then pledge to act with honor and respect to all upon this earth, to both friend and foe, to always come to the aid of those who need it, and to always come to the dispatchment of those who would do ye and the good people of Legend harm?' Sir Ganymede says, in a voice smooth and courtly, to Geber.

 Geber says with respect, 'Aye Sir.'

 'Then are there any Knights present who object to this man's becoming a Knight?' Sir Ganymede says in a courtly fashion to Geber. 'Say it now or your reservation must remain a silent one always.'

 Sir Ganymede takes a moment, turning his head slightly from one side, to the next, and back to center again.

 'So is it done, and so shall it be then,' Sir Ganymede says fluently. 'By recommendation of Sir Rictor Belmont, Geber, the Knights would request that ye accept our offer of Knighthood and wear the title well. Please kneel.'

 Geber kneels down on the ground.

 Sir Ganymede unsheathes his silver blade with a high ringing of steel. The rays of light that filter in through the shuttered windows dance upon the fine blade's surface, casting garish shapes of light upon the walls.

 Sir Ganymede extends the silver blade, and taps Geber lightly once upon each shoulder.

 Sir Ganymede says, in a voice smooth and courtly, to Geber, 'Then, even as ye sank to the ground an ordinary man, arise now a Knight of Legend.'

 Cheers from Knights fill the room as they welcome Sir Geber to the Knights. Ecstatic, the group cheers and drags out the cask of rum that Sir Tempus has been hiding in the cellar to celebrate through the night.