Purplenyte

Purplenyte
I was born in Oire, a small town whose lifeblood was farming. Life was simple, work was hard and a person’s word meant something. Every person in the town knew everyone else; strangers while treated warily were given warm hospitality. When someone was in need in the community, everyone else in the town gave whatever help they could.

My mother was a woman whose heart was as big as the smile on her face and only her apple pie rivaled her kindness. She loved her children, my brother and I, dearly as much as she loved her my father.

My father was a fair man with a love as great as my mother’s. He was a hard worker and would go to any lengths to provide food and comfort for his family. He was well respected by the community and his word was as good as any promissory note.

My brother and I were also great friends, but had our share of problems as any siblings do. I should stop a moment and explain my name as many have found it a bit unusual. You see, Purplenyte is not actually my name, but my nickname. My name given to me by my parents was Egred and growing up many teased me and made fun of my name. My parents had heard many tales of great knights, one of which was named Egred which they promptly bestowed upon me when I was born, (lucky me). Don’t misunderstand me, I was proud to have the name of such a noble person, but the teasing just became too much and I grew to dislike my given name. The nickname actually came from my mother, I used to run around our home wearing a purple cloth as my cloak, with the water bucket as a helmet pretending to battle dragons with sticks. One day my mother wanted to call me for dinner but could not find me, so she called out, “Where are you my Purpleknight?”

Rather pleased with such a noble sounding name I began to tell people to call me by this name rather than my despised given name. My family didn’t seem to mind calling me this knowing I was teased so badly about my given name. This was actually my brother’s nickname, (his given name was Artanis, another knight from tales), so I changed the spelling to Purplenyte. When company was not around my parents would call us by our given names to reduce confusion, especially when we got into mischief.

My brother had heard many tales of a town called Wenhimer’s Landing and when he reached about twenty-three years of age and desperately wishing to be a knight he journeyed there despite my parent’s objections. He returned home a number of times filling my ears with tales of creatures never seen by my eyes, riches, and tales of honor. My parents of course frowned on this but did not express their objections openly to my brother, only to my ears after he had gone.

Two years after my brother was gone he stopped returning home to visit us and we began to worry. Being twenty-four years of age I wished to go see what had become of him, but my parents strictly forbid it not wanting to lose two children to the wilds of the lands. I held out hope for my brother’s return everyday until I could take it no longer after five long years of hoping against hope. One night I brought the subject again with my parents begging them to let me go see what had become of my brother. Tempers swelled and my father and I argued for many hours ending with my father’s firm no and my storming off to the roof of the house where I would sit and gaze at the stars when I needed a place to think. I stayed up there until the rising of the sun and decided I would sneak away before my parents woke up in search of my brother. But my mother’s soft words had prevailed upon my father telling him I was of age to go off on my own and she knew I had to try to find my brother. My father joined me on the roof as the sun’s rays cleared the horizon and related the conversation he had with my mother. He told me I was to go with their blessing to seek my own way and my brother, but not until I had slept some.

The next morning I set off from my home with a few coins, some food, a few possessions to help me on my way and the blessing of my loving parents. It was a long journey to Wenhimer’s Landing and I only knew the general direction as told to me by my brother. Eventually with the help of some kind strangers I managed to find my way into the Landing. It was just as my brother had told me and much more, I was completely overwhelmed by all the people, sights and sounds of this newfound town. I equipped myself with the most basic of weaponry and armor and began to inquire around the town about my brother. No one had seen anyone matching that name or description. An overwhelming sadness gripped me as I feared the worst that my brother had been killed.

Slowly, I began to hunt to rats to build up my strength so I could search farther for traces of my brother. After training two times I ran into a kind soul named Damu Blood’ubn, he was young like myself and asked if I wanted to hunt with him. I of course said yes wishing to be able to hunt bigger creatures as my brother had done. Damu and I grew together as friends and in trust. Damu then introduced me to his much older brother Jonty Biglolo, a giantman warrior. Jonty offered his skills to help us opening the boxes we found. Eventually he took us hunting and tackle the creatures so hitting them would be much easier for our small swings. Time passed on and I found myself spending more time with Jonty because Damu had chosen to stop hunting. Jonty introduced me to his brothers; Jovon, a sorcerer and Piru, a healer. Jonty helped me grow in strength and knowledge, teaching me the ways of a warrior and helping me hunt creatures much bigger than myself. He was also a kind soul and help me get better weapons and armor as I grew telling me what to look for when buying them. Jonty took me to the town of Solhaven one day and we ran into a friend of his named Kymberlyn X’ravious she was a kind giantkin warrior as well. I began to meet many friends because of these two kind people and to learn about life as a warrior in the Landing. Jonty and Kymberlyn eventually began to date and so I got to spend a lot more time with Kymberlyn as well as Jonty. Kymberlyn introduced me to her sisters Kylisie X’ravious, Trolana Stormsli, Trolara Stormsli and her niece Chalandrah Rocquelaire

One night when I was sitting in the Voln courtyard when Lord Morgiest Frostgiant came by. He immediately caught my eye because of his armor and the way he spoke. Finally, someone who resembled the knight that I strived to be. An opportunity presented itself when Morgiest said he would be lecturing on the stones of Kai outside of Kai’s shrine. I knew little of this place but my desire to learn more about Morgiest compelled me to go with him. A few others had also gone with Morgiest to hear about the stones. As Morgiest spoke he asked which Arkati everyone followed. In my ignorance I blurted out honor at the time thinking Arkati meant virtues. I saw a few smiles, but no one made fun of me for my answer and the kindness of Morgiest made me feel more at home. Morgiest spoke of a group he led named Daingneach Onoir and told me if I was interested I could attend one of the meetings as his guest. My heart leapt inside me with joy, finally I might be able to meet those who believed in the things I held dear. A few days after the meeting Lady Matti came to speak to me in the Landing. She told me she hoped I would join Onoir and how she has found it to be a family to her. After seeing such kindness tempered with the ways of chivalry I knew I wanted to be a part of this group. It wasn’t long before I joined Onoir becoming squired to Lord Kabriel Dreamraven in the Azure Hydra. I have found him to be both a wise and kind mentor.

A few months passed by and life was good for me in the Landing, finding my brother was still on my mind but I had resigned myself to all but give up. Kymberlyn adopted me as her brother and so her family became my family. I didn’t feel so lost anymore now that I was adopted by Kymberlyn and a part of Onoir.

Some time later, the Gryphon Sword shattered in the Landing and the war to put it back together began. I have made many friends in this war, traveling to Solhaven, and the Elven Nations. Oddly enough during this time I fell in love with a beautiful, green eyed bard named Sylviana Gir-Abar. Who would have thought love could be found in the midst of a war? She was quite shy and guarded when I first met her, but then again so was I. As we fought side by side we learned more about each other and began to trust one another. Our relationship has grown over time, but the outcome of where it will lead in the end is yet undetermined. Time will tell.

I have also become closer with those in Onoir, they seem like a family to me. I have become close friend with Bristenn, the Head Squire of Onoir and Errethe, who now is the Lord Justiciar of the Azure Hydra.

At the time of this writing I am on the verge of becoming a full member of Onoir, I only hope I am counted worthy to join their ranks.