How many knights Errant is too many knights Errant?



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	Guy de le Guerre

	Guy had witnessed only fourteen summers when his elder brother Phillipe rode off upon his Errantry quest astride a blood bay stallion, his lance held proud and tall, the crimson raven emblazoned upon his shield shining in the morning light as all the men and women of his father’s hall waved him farewell. For the younger brother, his cheeks burning with jealously beneath a mop of raven hair, that glorious departure would be last he would ever see of his gallant elder. In youth the two had been thick as thieves, best friends and trusted confidants raiding the kitchens and chasing the pretty young serving girls, never far for each other’s side. For Guy it was a foolish dream to think his brother would wait two more years to go on his Errand so they might partake in one of the most important rituals of their young lives together as they had done everything else. He’d hidden himself away the hour of Phillipe’s departure to shed angry tears at this betrayal, refusing to speak or even look at his brother when he came to console him before departing. It would prove to be a moment that would shame and haunt him endlessly as the years slipped past and news of Phillipe’s fate never emerged. For all the Guerre family knew Phillipe had rode well in a tourney in Quenelles, before turning east and vanishing into the Empire, to suffer some unknown demise.

	In those two years Guy grew in more ways than one becoming a strong and capable young warrior, yet never once in all those long days of training did he accept the unspoken consensus that hung heavy over the Hall. He would become angry at the mere suggestion that Phillipe was dead and insisted that no honorary place be set for him in the family cemetery. Thus, it was not with dreams of valor and glory that he took up sword, lance, and shield and set out with on his own Errantry Quest. He drove his mare doggedly eastwards, kicking his iron spurs into her flanks, his blue eyes narrowed and his jaw set with grim determination. He would find his brother he’d sworn in the chapel before the Lady and a dozen witnesses, or his killer and bring the foul fiend to a gory justice. This was his vow; this was his quest!

	It took weeks to reach the Empire, and months to trace a viable lead. Guy followed the tales and deeds of a Crimson knight, bearing a similar heraldry to himself. Finding one man amongst the Empire of Man a year and a half past proved as difficult as it sounded. Nevertheless, Guy de le Guerre would not be denied, and after endless days on the road, stopping in villages and taverns ever on the hunt for clues he came across a promising lead. A squire of an Imperial Knight of the Order of the Broken Sword. The man, barely older than Guy claimed to have ridden in battle beside a Bretonnian wearing the Crimson Raven upon his surcoat against several goblin bosses in the Reikwald forest only ten months past. They’d parted ways soon after, but the squire recalled a sizeable host of Broken Swords and freelances had vanished amongst the foreboding forest, taken by some unknown foe, and perhaps the absent Raven Knight had been among them. Guy needed no second bidding and rode hard for the Reikwald nigh impossible optimism blossoming with every cantered hoofbeat. No fiend could hope to stand against Phillipe, whether in ignoble ambush or otherwise. Surely his brother still lived, and was somewhere amongst the rural lands, lending his aid with the Broken Swords against the many monsters that stalked between the trees. Not even the plaguing doubt in the back of his mind could stymie the fresh surge of desperate hope that lent strength to his travel weary body. He would find his long lost brother, of this Guy was certain.



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