[center][h1][url=https://dicecloud.com/character/Xt4oQPCh6DZr8Np6D/Arehm-of-Haven][color=black]Ahrem of Haven[/color][/url]
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[color=black]Knight of the Black Sword[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][h2]Haven Library[/h2][/center]

Tourneys are a way for knights to prove themselves as the true warriors they are sworn to be. It is what separates knights of true mettle from the petty lords who sit in their manors all day getting fat.

And only recently, Ahrem understood this opportunity in a new light.

For the past few days, the young man has had strange dreams... ones of knights jousting and dueling. At first, he thought this was just his curse mocking him of his birthright, showing him harrowing visions of what could have been. At least, until this morning, when he heard the heraldic call of the Town Crier announcing the Tourney on Founder's Day. Ahrem knew his curse was, once again, trying to lead him to a battle he cannot avoid, and it was indeed something that was tempting even for him. This tourney could prove a chance for Ahrem to bring back his family into grace. A chance to begin at clearing his family name...

Ahrem was no warrior, that he knew. The few fight's he's fought through, it was through his endurance alone. He needed as much time as he could training with his blade. He didn't have to win the Tourney, but only leave a lasting impression for the other lords, and even Lord Gyus, himself. Perhaps he could enter into knighthood and serve as a vassal to one of the major lords of Haven. With the endorsement of a lord, he may be able to accomplish his goal at restoring his family's honor, and even have enough resources to wipe away the stain that is this blasted curse...

... But he didn't even have a name to begin with.

Ahrem knew he needed a way to prove of his family's existence, and he knew of one place he could start in finding it... the Library. For the past three years, he has spent countless nights pouring over its tomes, learning of different curses and remedies to them, yet he hasn't found a damned thing about his own curse. Perhaps something as strange and unique as this mark may be hard to find information on, but he's sure that if his family were once one of the Highborn, then it's likely he will be able to find something that proves he is of noble blood.

Entering the library, hooded as always, Ahrem made his way down the aisles of bookshelves, remembering which section hosted tomes and scrolls of history, namely concerning the history of noble families. Ahrem was doubtful that he could find exactly what he needed, here, so he focused on looking for any information on locations or archives that would house such resources.

And even then, he could only hope to find what he was looking for before Founder's Day.