OOC: The path not taken.
Location: Recruitment Office, credit to Accolade
Though the majority of the Knights and Squires are those who have served in some capacity since childhood, many people come to Syliras in search of a greater purpose or a better life and find that within the ranks of the Knighthood. But first, they must apply.
The process isn't nearly as difficult as some might expect. One need only enter the Dyres District and express a desire to join, and they'll be brought deep within the oldest part of the city and into the Recruitment Office. There they will meet with Ser Erik, who will find out what their skills and motives are, and if they seem like viable candidates they will then be brought to Grandmaster Loren Dyres for final examination.
1st of Fall, 513AV
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As the season changed from summer to fall, Quint realized that he needed to do something with his life. This realization came to him in a dream that seemed to plague him all season long, and seemed to have everyone in Mizahar in it. Dreams are like that, Quint guessed.
Though half-Svefra on his mother's side, Quint's father came from Syliras before wandering down to Cyphrus. Quint's grandfather and great-grandfather had been minters in Syliras, and other relatives had been knights and upstanding citizens of this area. He had a great-cousin or great-uncle who had been a minor priest of Xyna, and so while Quint's father had been the black sheep of the family who had run off with a sailor girl, Quint himself felt he had pedigree enough to rightfully inquire as to whether he was squire material without being summarily thrown out of the castle.
At any rate, he was running low on Mizas. If he wasn't squire material, he'd get himself a support job somewhere; no castle could function just on knights alone. Someone had to tend to the animals and cook the food and convey supplies around. But first he would talk to the recruiter.
He strode up to the Sergeant. "Hello, sir. I am Quinton Caravel. I don't know if I come from knights, but I'm sure there have been Caravel squires here two or three generations ago.
Sadly, I know nothing about this place myself beyond what most average citizens now, and so I don't really know what goes into being a knight. Or even a squire. And I admit I am young and totally inexperienced in pretty much all facets of life. Still, I worship Xyna, have a clean record, and come from Syliras-born Caravel stock so I owe it to myself to at least find out what this um.. regiment?.. order? is about.
With all due respect, sir, what can you tell me?"
Sergeant Knigt Erik Rainstorm nodded at Quint. "A fine question. You have a sensible mind. I knew your grandfather. Not well, but I escorted him once when I was a young Squire. The Mizas don't just appear all over the map, you know. We caravan them and a minter like Benton Caravel along specially guarded routes."
Quint's grandfather had told him all this when he was younger. Not all minters traveled; it depended on if they had been marked by Xyna or not.
The Sergeant Major continued on. "Hmm, I seem to recall that at the time, your father was engaged to a woman named Fuschia Brock. She is your mother?"
In the dream, Quint looked down at his hands. They were a paler hue; the tint was off-- it was like he had never been out in the harsh sun of the Suvan Seas. He was not half-Svefra... both parents were from Syliras.
Quint glanced down at his clothing. His outfit had changed as well. No longer was he wearing a shabby and simple outfit. He wore the journeyman-like sensible clothes of an apprentice minter.
That's right. It all came back to him. He had been training to be a minter like his father and grandfather and great-grandfather before him. He told as much to Erik
"Yes, sir, that is correct. There are many families who have been knights and squires for generations. My family was of the first generation who built the Mint. We worked closely with the Tremas. They were like the architects and we were the masons. And have been the minters ever since."
Eric Rainstrom gave a genial smile. "Well, I am a recruiter so I would never turn anyone away. Perhaps a mage with a familiar, but I mean no one upstanding and sensible like yourself. But I do wonder why you are here? The Knights have a purpose you know, and that purpose is to safeguard civilization and push forward the boundaries of peace and prosperity. As you know, one way we did that was with the mint. Minters are highly venerated here. Why give that up?"
OOC: remember, it's a dream. Much of this may or may not contradict Syliras lore. The real Quint is a very oblivious fellow so his subconscious may have gotten much of this wrong!
Location: Recruitment Office, credit to Accolade
Though the majority of the Knights and Squires are those who have served in some capacity since childhood, many people come to Syliras in search of a greater purpose or a better life and find that within the ranks of the Knighthood. But first, they must apply.
The process isn't nearly as difficult as some might expect. One need only enter the Dyres District and express a desire to join, and they'll be brought deep within the oldest part of the city and into the Recruitment Office. There they will meet with Ser Erik, who will find out what their skills and motives are, and if they seem like viable candidates they will then be brought to Grandmaster Loren Dyres for final examination.
1st of Fall, 513AV
=======
As the season changed from summer to fall, Quint realized that he needed to do something with his life. This realization came to him in a dream that seemed to plague him all season long, and seemed to have everyone in Mizahar in it. Dreams are like that, Quint guessed.
Though half-Svefra on his mother's side, Quint's father came from Syliras before wandering down to Cyphrus. Quint's grandfather and great-grandfather had been minters in Syliras, and other relatives had been knights and upstanding citizens of this area. He had a great-cousin or great-uncle who had been a minor priest of Xyna, and so while Quint's father had been the black sheep of the family who had run off with a sailor girl, Quint himself felt he had pedigree enough to rightfully inquire as to whether he was squire material without being summarily thrown out of the castle.
At any rate, he was running low on Mizas. If he wasn't squire material, he'd get himself a support job somewhere; no castle could function just on knights alone. Someone had to tend to the animals and cook the food and convey supplies around. But first he would talk to the recruiter.
He strode up to the Sergeant. "Hello, sir. I am Quinton Caravel. I don't know if I come from knights, but I'm sure there have been Caravel squires here two or three generations ago.
Sadly, I know nothing about this place myself beyond what most average citizens now, and so I don't really know what goes into being a knight. Or even a squire. And I admit I am young and totally inexperienced in pretty much all facets of life. Still, I worship Xyna, have a clean record, and come from Syliras-born Caravel stock so I owe it to myself to at least find out what this um.. regiment?.. order? is about.
With all due respect, sir, what can you tell me?"
Sergeant Knigt Erik Rainstorm nodded at Quint. "A fine question. You have a sensible mind. I knew your grandfather. Not well, but I escorted him once when I was a young Squire. The Mizas don't just appear all over the map, you know. We caravan them and a minter like Benton Caravel along specially guarded routes."
Quint's grandfather had told him all this when he was younger. Not all minters traveled; it depended on if they had been marked by Xyna or not.
The Sergeant Major continued on. "Hmm, I seem to recall that at the time, your father was engaged to a woman named Fuschia Brock. She is your mother?"
In the dream, Quint looked down at his hands. They were a paler hue; the tint was off-- it was like he had never been out in the harsh sun of the Suvan Seas. He was not half-Svefra... both parents were from Syliras.
Quint glanced down at his clothing. His outfit had changed as well. No longer was he wearing a shabby and simple outfit. He wore the journeyman-like sensible clothes of an apprentice minter.
That's right. It all came back to him. He had been training to be a minter like his father and grandfather and great-grandfather before him. He told as much to Erik
"Yes, sir, that is correct. There are many families who have been knights and squires for generations. My family was of the first generation who built the Mint. We worked closely with the Tremas. They were like the architects and we were the masons. And have been the minters ever since."
Eric Rainstrom gave a genial smile. "Well, I am a recruiter so I would never turn anyone away. Perhaps a mage with a familiar, but I mean no one upstanding and sensible like yourself. But I do wonder why you are here? The Knights have a purpose you know, and that purpose is to safeguard civilization and push forward the boundaries of peace and prosperity. As you know, one way we did that was with the mint. Minters are highly venerated here. Why give that up?"
OOC: remember, it's a dream. Much of this may or may not contradict Syliras lore. The real Quint is a very oblivious fellow so his subconscious may have gotten much of this wrong!
