Re: Introduction: Marcus Valarian
Marcus had lived in Dragonword Keep for five years now. And for the seven previous years, he had lived in a much smaller keep, much closer to his parents in Palanthus.
There he had had many arduous chores, that at times Marcus felt had come upon his plate because no one else wanted to do them and he was at the end of the line.
One of those things was eating. For while the lord and the lady, the warriors and the ladies in waiting, as well as sundry others, were eating, Marcus had to serve them. And he could eat later, when there was time. And if there wasn’t time, he just had to skip eating. It was a small keep and few pages to do what needed to be done.
As a page, he also spent time with the lady of the house, to learn the things he was supposed to know and didn’t learn from doing his chores. Things like the ways of the upper class, how to behave, the characteristics of a knight, how to read, write, and count, as well as additional languages.
His parents also took the opportunity to teach him about the gods in great detail, opening up the path of service, in ways that few others could ever experience. But any battle training he got at this time, was more on his “spare” time when he played knight with some of the other kids.
But as Marcus’ interest for religion grew and as his interest to serve Paladine became more apparent, it was decided that he would become a squire to Eisen Dragonword and be transferred to the Dragonword Keep, on the shores of Thoradin Bay and north of Kalaman, to finish his preparation.
And then things changed.
For even though he technically still was a page and he still performed many different duties, he now ate with the others, leaving that service to the younger ones, and the maids.
Now Marcus was trained in how to fight on purpose, by those that already were knights. And as there were many squires to be at Dragonword Keep, they were trained together by various knights, depending on exactly what they were learning.
Marcus was the most fortunate of all of them. As most of the pages learned directly from the High Clerist only monthly if that often, Marcus had the privilege to spend about an hour a day with the King, something that had started as soon as it was clear that Marcus was to be a champion of Paladine. Sometimes it was very late at night; sometimes it was before the sun had graced the keep with its rays.
And though Marcus had his assigned seat at the low end of the table, showing that he had little importance in the keep, he could eat mostly when he wanted to and not have to wait on others. And that was what things had been for the past five years, though His Majesty had allowed Marcus to spend some time in Qualinost to learn the ways of his elven blood.
Most of his days were now spent in martial pursuits, but he also studied the ways of the gods. And performed his duties.
The mess was large as one of the largest armies of the Solamnic Knights were stationed there, as it was the eastern border and the forces of evil had come that way before. And as he was of noble blood, he could even eat in the main hall, where those of lesser blood could eat only if invited by the King.
As the High Clerist, the King had to spend much time in the High Clerist Tower, and he always brought some of his squires and squires to be with him when he went there.
Marcus had been with him there this time, but he and a few others had been sent home early and they had arrived about a week ago. The King was expected to arrive this evening.