Hey everybody, after reading the many AAR's and playing the game for several weeks I was inspired to try and now I'm writing my own AAR.
Since the game stays the same, the actions stay the same and the entire concept is the same, i've made a little step aside from the game sometimes. As example: instead of meeting a girl on a party, i let the father/brother invite me to his castle and meet her. Because i was an honourable man he allowed me to stay in touch with her.
This little changes give it a new touch i think.
The prologue is writen in the first person view, but the chapters are all in third person view. This was to make the intro a bit special from the rest of the story.
The story also has to be seen as a real book, writen during the campaign of the characters.
About my settings:
I play on the lowest settings cause the person-character and the companions are to be seen as legendary warriors who could take down enemy armies 10 times their size. The battlesize I kept at 150, to make the battles more fun and a bit more challeging, soon I'll update the mod to get bigger battlefields.
The garphic settings are all on the highest possible settings. That you can also see in the pictures I take.
Mod: age of change v1.2 (for the armour/weapons and new units as those things fitted best in the storyline.)
Now I won't bore you anymore with this talk and give you the prologue and the first chapter.
I hope you will enjoy it and please tell me what you think. Stay polite than I can learn from the things I do wrong.
A Faerland Knight's Tale
Prologue
There are many stories told about them, many are exaggerated. Some say they are immortal and are already hundreds of years old, others say their arrows never miss their targets and some even say nobody can get through there armour. One story I’ll always remember, it was told by an old man in a tavern of Sargoth, during my time as a page for King Ragnar himself.
“Their leader would be born with his armour already on his body, maybe he even has no own body, but the armour is his body. Who will know? But no living man has ever achieved to get though his plate armour. Swords shatter, arrows bent, lances break. I was told they fought against armies of 1000 men, armies of a Kingdom, and not a single soldier ever returned home. These men were killers, loyal to no one but them self and the other 16. Many kings tried to get them under their service, promising land and power, even control over the king’s army, but none succeeded. Some people believe all kings who asked where dead before the next year. Now, they are coming towards us. They have gathered once again, and they’ll set foot on our shore. Nobody knows what there intensions will be. But I know one thing for sure; they won’t harm villagers for some reason. Nobody could ever report me they attacked a villager. To make it even better there are reports of them rushing into aid of villagers on the battlefield. They are everywhere, they see everything, they know everything.” I walked towards him and asked him how he knew all this. He looked at me and smiled. “I was there.”
I looked at the man.
“You are 16 years old aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then you were born on a normal night for a small village, but on the right same time, The 17 Knights where preparing for battle. One of the biggest battles our world has ever known. A battle with more than ten thousand soldier on every side. But that’s another story.”
“No, tell me more!”
“It’s late, I think I gonna take a walk home.”
“Tell me more, I want to know!”
“One day, you’ll know.”
And gone he was. Until this day I never saw him. The next morning King Ragnar took me on another riding trip through the woods of Sargoth. After some time I asked him what he knew about The 17 Knights. Would I ever know whether his facial expression was one of proud or of a broken man?
He started his story:
The first time I saw them was in Faerland, my father was king of Norway. Aside our kingdom there were 3 others: Russia, France and England. The year I became 16, your age, I served under a lord named Jarl Hyan who I would honour by changing my lord’s title from lord to jarl. Not long after the new year began a war broke out. England and Russia, two kingdoms with absolutism as policy, made an alliance and attacked France, a republic land, from two sides. My father sent word to France that his armies where on their way to help France. It would take more than 5 years before the final battle would be fought. But let’s stay with the beginning. Lord Jarl Hyan was send to there too, so I followed him. My father was leading this army himself, my brother, who was already 24 and married, was given the power to rule our kingdom. The trip to France was long, but far from boring. After 5 days walking a Russian army approached us, unfortunately my father sent our army through 3 different routes. He would lead the one going along the shore; his marshal would lead the one going through the shortest path, through fields and woods; Jarl Hyan would lead the third war band. We where following the roads and would approach France from the east, taking down the Russian outposts on our way. But nobody ever said we would encounter an entire army. The battle started not long after we saw their banners. We were outnumbered by 1 to 3, none the less we fought bravely and we achieved to hold ground. But it became though, many men got killed and this was my first real battle. No longer practice, but a real one. The soldier on my right side felt, a big hussar stabbed his sword right into his throat. I felt this deep anger in me, and I took my sword with two hands, dropped my shield and, however he was a head bigger than me, I chopped his head from his shoulders. On my other side I saw a sword going straight towards Jarl Hyan, an overhead blow. I tried to save him, but all help came too late. His skull was split like butter and he felt dead at my feet. A fury I never felt before took me in his power, I didn’t felt pain, and I didn’t feared dead. That day I would kill more men then a normal soldier would kill in an entire war. But still we were outnumbered and our commander was slain, so after hours of fighting I took up his banner and gathered the surviving man around me. We would stand ground and try to kill as many men as possible. Victory was far away, and so was life. The Russian commander ordered his hussars to charge our position, followed by the infantry. The distance between us was more than 200 meter, but still it looked like it was only 20. Me and my man prepared for death and putted our shields against each other, forming a shield wall. But when the Russian cavalry was only 50 meter away from us, arrows came from the west, from French territory. It wasn’t possible, the French were already fighting England at the Nord Sea, and they couldn’t be here! I thought. But none the less these arrows took down the horses of the Russians and the death bringing hussars were no more than a normal soldier. Now we all looked to the west, to our savers. But all we saw were hills, woods and plains. When all other man lost faith, I saw another wave of arrows coming from after the hills, followed by 17 knights in plate armour. The arrows and knights almost simultaneously hit the enemy infantry. The knights retreated a few meters and then dismounted their horses. They took their bows again and gave the enemy yet another burst firing before charging at them with their swords and shields. It was like a dream, the enemies first wave got killed in no time, and not one of those knights felt or got wounded. They were like a legend. Hope was here once again; me and my men charged into the enemy to help our savers. A few hours later the battle was won, the wounded gathered, the enemy crushed. The 17 knights that came to our aid were already gone by the time we had put up camp. I was left with so many questions. Who where they, what made them help us, who sent them, what gave them that power. It was just too much for me, so I let it go and took over command of our army. We continued our trip towards Paris; there our three armies would meet each other again. After a long march we finally arrived at our gathering point. At was silent. To silent for 2 armies. I ordered our men to take their weapons and make ready for yet another battle. We went further into the city. I heard footsteps coming into my direction; I prepared to give my opponent a blow he wouldn’t forget. A shadow came from behind a corner. I went to the corner. Turned the corner. And there he was, our marshal.
“Finally I found you!” he said. “Your father was already worried. He heared you guys ran straight into general Gorkovski’s army and he feared for your life.”
“Indeed we ran right into them, Lord Jarl Hyan felt in battle, bravely fighting. I took command, but we kept losing man. We would almost be overrun by Russian hussars but all of a sudden 17 knights came on the field of battle, crushing the enemy like they were just poor farmers.”
“You should come with me now. Your father knows more about it, he’ll want to talk you as soon as possible.”
I accompanied the marshal to the army’s camp, which was at the other side of the city. Just a little piece of information that was given to Jarl Hyan and I hadn’t hear.
Once we arrived at my father’s tent, he sent all officers back to their stations and welcomed me like a father welcomed a long lost son.
“Finally you arrived. I was already worried you died in that battle too.”
“How do you mean, Father? Did you know that battle would happen? Is that why you sent our army though that route?”
“No my son, but The 17 Knights told me they rescued one of my armies.”
“You know those 17 knights?”
“Yes. Son, what I’m about to tell you must not leave this room. Only our marshal knows. You understand that?”
“I do father.”
“Ok, those 17 knights are man with loyalty to nobody but themselves and their own. Although they are loyal to one king and his sons.”
“But how’s that possible?”
“Patience, patience my son. They are loyal to them because the king once was one of them. The former king’s son, who was stationary at a small village at the age of 21. During that period, the village was attacked, looted and burned to the ground. Together with 17 other young man, who were barely at the age of 18, he was on the field when it happened. They saw the flames and heard the scream of woman and children, the sound of metal against wood. We took our pitchforks and ran into the village. Once we arrived we saw the real terror of war: children were killed, man were killed or tortured, woman were raped and killed, and other people were burned alive. We ran towards the village centre, there we found the 25 soldiers that were the cause off all this misery. We ran into them with our pitchforks forward. But only Aragorn was able to kill one of them already, he pushed his pitchfork right into the throat of his opponent, right there where his armour was the weakest. He took up the sword of the soldier and smashed down another raider. Encouraged by his little victory we followed him in battle. The 23 remaining soldiers were completely taken by surprise when we rushed forward without fear and felt to our pitchforks like wheat to a scythe. Aragorn killed most of them, and as we were left alone on this world, we started our own company, the armour of those 25 men would have fitted us well, but we melted it. The men wearing it were evil, so we melted it and we made new armour of it. 18 pieces. 1 for each. Everybody got a Gothic Plate Armour, a Burgonet and Iron Greaves. From heavy two-handed swords these men where carrying we made ourselves new swords. Fit for one-handed and two-handed use. We practiced with each other while we were resting, otherwise we were travelling the country or buying food from farmers, paying them more then they asked, more than the markets gave them. Aragorn was leading us. And everywhere we came people knew his name, they even asked him if he would help them against bandits or looters. Every time again we accepted and hunted those bandits down. From the money we earned we bought some bows and arrows. The rest we gave to the poor farmers we met. We developed our fighting skills as we kept fighting those outlaws and soon parties from over a 50 man weren’t a threat anymore. We killed them like a young tree falls to an axe. We grew stronger and got beards as the months passed. My father always let me messages in the villages he visited since I told him what happened and what we were doing now. He didn’t blame me, he even encouraged me. But after some time he got sick, and I left my friends to go and see him one last time. I was right on time. His last words to me I’ll never forget. “My son, you have done a good thing following those friends of you. You have learned how it is to fight for your people. You have earned their respect. Now it’s time to rule our kingdom with the wisdom you earned from this. Bring prosperity to our kingdom, protect your people.” Then he closed his eyes and rest peacefully till eternity. The next day I took my horse and rode out to find my friends. I told them my father passed away and I was king of the country now. I asked them whether they like to be knights or officers or anything else. But Aragorn only said to me only one thing: “Harald, you know better than anybody else we won’t enlist in any army. We won’t join yours either. We won’t give any king or army leader our solid oath; we stay loyal to our self and our own. So if you ever are in trouble, or your children are, we’ll come to your aid.”
After that day I didn’t hear from them anymore in person. For a few months I heard they continued tracking looters and raiders, but after that it looked like they vanished from the earth. I thought they all died in battle. But now they came and save you, the next day a farmer came to me and told me he had news from Aragorn. I was so delighted to receive word from him. But then I read his letter: ‘Dear Harald, it’s good to see you still fight for the people and the farmers. But none the less this day is a black day. Your army was almost eliminated during a battle with the Russians. If it wasn’t that I saw your banner on one of the cargos I wouldn’t have entered it. But we never leave our friends to die. Victory was achieved, but whether your son is still alive or not I cannot tell. I can only say I saw a young man with the banner of his fallen commander, a banner with a lion on it. I hope for you your son is still alive. One day we will meet again, on the battlefield, and when that day comes, our goal will be achieved.’ I was terrified, I had no security you were alive. So I send scouts, they didn’t found you though.”
“Yes, I ordered the man to go off the road and take another route. But what is that goal Aragorn was talking about? And what about the battle?”
“Our goal was to free the people, and give the power to the people again. When I became king, Norway gave its power to the people and became democratic. The battle he’s talking about is something from the time we travelled the land together, when I was still part of them. We imagined a big battle, with tens of thousands of soldiers on both sides, the battle that would decide whether our realm would become democratic or an absolute monarchy. Now it seems like our dream has become reality. A big battle is coming, the armies are ready, it’s only a matter of time now. Get to your man and prepare them for battle, commander.”
“Father, I don’t think I’m ready for this, we were almost utterly crushed in our last battle, I don’t think our soldiers have faith in me.”
“Believe me my son, they will have faith in you. I’ve heard you killed a lot of enemies out there. You impress me, somebody who hears it from others, when it might be exaggerated. But your men, they saw you during battle. You were the one that gave them the courage to keep fighting when their commander died. You saved the banner. You are the new commander. They will follow you, they will fight for you, and they will be victorious alongside you.”
King Ragnar waits for some time, and then he continues: “The war kept going on for 5 other years.”
I interrupted him, “My liege, an old man told me that I was born on the night 17 knights prepared for a battle. Are those knights the same knights that helped you?”
“Yes, they were. But let me finish, then everything will become clear. So, where was I? Right, 5 long years of fighting, and then the final day arrived. Both sides had gathered their armies and where now standing on both sides of the Green Rock Valley, a nice plain with grass everywhere the eye can see. No trees, no rocks, except one right in the middle. The perfect spot for a battle. On both sides there were thousands of soldiers, we even thought it were tens of thousands. This was the big battle the 17 knights were preparing for. But they didn’t do that the night before it. They started with it the day their village was raided. The day you were born. But the battle, it was a bloody day. The valley was no longer green, it coloured red from the blood of enemies and friends. Once again it seemed like our side was losing. And I thought about the words Aragorn told my father, that they would meet on the battlefield that would decide the future of our realm. This was the day, but still after hours of fighting nobody showed up. So I thought by myself, if they don’t show up, we will! And I gathered my man and we retreated back to the end of the valley. There we went to the side of it and we marched from the hillside of the valley to the enemy’s flank. Once we were positioned I order my archers to fire and advance. And then it happened. At the same time my archers fired there arrows, arrows came from the other side of the valley, from the hillside on the other side. Then I saw them, the 17 knights, once again all on foot. And we charged into the enemy at the same time. We fought like we hadn’t done anything else for our entire lives, and in the middle of the valley, we first met. I stood right in front of Aragorn. He looked to me and said: “Ragnar son of Harald, it’s good to meet you. Unfortunately we meet on the battlefield. Let me have the honour of fighting alongside you like I once fought at the side of your father.” At which I answered the honour was all mine. And together we went back into battle. We fought bravely, but I just couldn’t keep up with him. He killed so many men it looked like he was something else, but certainly not a human. After a long fight the battle was won, the enemy was utterly crushed and the realm was safe.
Aragorn asked me to follow him, and at that moment I noticed the other 16 knights hadn’t left his side during battle. I felt small for the first time in my life. Surprisingly we went to my father’s tent, where my father was already awaiting us.
“Aragorn, it’s good to see you again!”
“The pleasure is all mine, my dear friend.”
Once we were inside the tent, which was more a house than a tent, the knights took of their helmets and armour. They were still young indeed, not more than 23 years old. Aragorn, the man who killed so many people, was just like you and me. Just like his companions. They talked to my father the entire night. But when it was dawn, Aragorn came to me.
“Ragnar,” he said, “I heard you have the same spirit as your father, and the same swords arm. I suppose you are going to be the next king, right?”
“No, I won’t, my brother will be.”
“Your brother?”
“Yes, but please sir, forgive him his stupidity from that one night he insulted you; he was drunk.”
“That’s no excuse! A king and warrior should never be drunk!” Aragorn became angry, but he kept himself under control, a rare gift.
So I continued, “But the next day, our father punished him for this mistake, he sent him away, to a village far away from here. There he learned how it was to be a poor farmer, their he learned how hard it was to have to fight for you living. Now he has returned, and he knows he made a mistake. If he ever got the chance, he would apologize to you.”
“If you say so; but I wanted you to tell you that during the period we were gone, we heard about a realm, not that far from here. Carrying the name Calradia. There is also a kingdom like yours, a Norwegian kingdom, but they call themselves the Kingdom of the Nords. We did some investigation and it seems that they have no king the last 10 years because the last one died in battle. It also looked like their former king was family of you. After this night talking with your father we are sure you are a rightful heir on that throne. And since you can’t become a king due to the law, your father decided to send you there with his army and claim the throne. Since you have the same spirit and strength as your father, you are fit for this job and you can help the people in that realm to be free, to live in a democracy, to not fear to be raided by some army, to be able to decide things.. What do you think?”
“It seems like a nice offer to me. But I’ll need some more time to think about it.”
“There is no more time. The ship sailing there will leave tonight. You have to decide now.”
After those words he left and I stayed were I was for a long time. I decided I would go, I would take this chance and claim the throne there. I would bring prosperity to the people of Calradia, I would give the power to the people!
That’s how I came here. Aragorn and his knights stayed in Norway, they went back to their homes in a small village, build from the ruins of the village they grew up. But why did you want to know all this?”
“An old man told me about them.”
“Ah yes, of course, they are coming. They took up arms again and are heading to here. They are coming to fight for the people. Nobody will know what the future will look like once they set foot on our shores, but one thing is sure. They won’t leave before they reached their goal.”
“You mean to free the people? To bring them under your command?”
“For a part you are right, they will free the people, but they won’t bring them under my command. They are loyal to no one but them self and their own.”
“But then how will they free the people?”
“First thing they’ll do is to get rid of the looters, raiders and bandits in this land. Then they’ll fight the soldiers that loot villages. They’ll fight the soldiers that kill villagers. They will protect the people. And nobody will be safe for them when they harm a poor villager. No one. But since I was send here by them, to help the people it’s possible they’ll be favourable towards us.”
“But how did they became that strong?”
“Nobody has a real explanation, but I follow the same theory as my father, who was one of them. It’s noting supernatural, it’s just that they fought almost every day, so they became real masters of war. And they made their own armour, fitting them perfectly. It was thicker than normal armour, out of 25 plates they made 18. Of course it was heavier than normal plate armour, but they got used to the weight, and now it looks to them like they are carrying a linen shirt.”
“Why they are coming to here? Why not somewhere else?”
“They come where the people needs them. And the people of Calradia need them. I try to protect the people, but still I can’t make much progress because the lords don’t always share my thoughts. They may have heard of this, and they’ll keep their promise the made, to protect and help me. They know a lot my young apprentice. They know a lot. The only thing we can do is hope they aren’t opposing us on the battlefield but I don’t think they will, unless our lords start plundering villages. But it’s getting late, we should return home.”
He was right, it was late, we have been talking all day long. But it was worth it. I had hope again, hope for the people, hope on a better place. Hope for myself, that one day, I’d meet Aragorn.
Not much later they arrived in Calradia, and like King Ragnar proclaimed, they took up arms for the once that couldn’t do it themselves, the villagers. Bandits and looters disappeared from the landscape, raiders and deserters left the realm at all haste. Once again the people had rest.
But then hell broke out, and noting would be the same again.
The kingdoms didn’t had to bother about the outlaws attacking their villages anymore. So they look over their borders, looking for new territory. And war broke out between the 6 kingdoms of our realm. The first war consisted of 3 fronts: the Vaegirs against the Nords, the Kergits against the Sarranids and the Swadian against the Rhodok. But it were the Vaegirs that made the first mistake.
They looted Faerichen while Aragorn and his friends where in the area. He followed them and after a day travelling he ran into Alburq Castle which was under siege by the Nords and the fight would start very soon. Aragorn went to the siege camp and found King Ragnar, both man were happy to see each other again. I was so happy I was in the kings tent at that moment. Aragorn said to the king: “You know why we are here don’t you?”
“Of course I know, Aragorn, I’m sorry I couldn’t achieve it by myself.”
“No blame comes to you Ragnar, but to your lords. I’m here to fulfil my duty and I’ll fight at your side in this battle. The only think I want is that you keep your faith and you keep protecting your villagers. Are you ready to stand up for the rights of people? To bring the country under your control, brother?”
“Yes, brother, I’m ready.”
Aragorn left the tent and I went to the king.
“My lord, why did he called you ‘brother’?”
“You know my father was one of them and that we fought side by side? You remember his promise to my father; he would be loyal to him and his sons. I’m considered one of them, just like my father. I’ve proven myself in battle, and I’ve proven that I stand up for the rights of the people.”
“So they are your vassals?”
“No! Never! They are free man. They come and go as they please.”
“But they can hold land?”
“Yes, like family and like every soldier that proved himself they can be granted land, but they still wouldn’t be a vassal of the king. They are loyal to my father and me in the way that we stay one of them, that we are like family. And they never leave one of them to die in battle. They’ll always protect their own and the people. It’s complicated, one day you’ll understand. I suggest you prepare for battle, it’ll be stormed soon.”
So I took up my armour and weapons and went to the rest of the army. There I saw them lined up on the first line, The 17 Knights of Faerland. They were firing at the enemy with deadly precision and once they almost ran out of arrows they advanced towards the ladder. While they made their way up they kept firing arrows and by the time they reached the walls they ran out of them, and the amount of defenders was lowered to half of them. They pushed forward, making a hole into the shield wall. Not long after that they took over the walls and the fight was continued between the buildings of the castle. The enemy was taken down quickly by Aragorn and his men, victory was ours. After I looked the dead bodies for some loot I went to one of the towers on the walls to take a look around. There I saw them riding out again, right towards a Vaegir lord. An army of 90 man and they ran straight into it. I could hear the cries of dying men and so did the other soldiers of the king. Everybody stood on the wall, looking towards the horizon, looking to see a glimpse of the battle that was fought out there.
A few hours later Aragorn returned, all of them where alive, all of them behaved like noting ever happened. The king was right; we could only hope we never had to face them. That night the king sent me away earlier than usual, so I kept lingering around to get to know the reason. Not much after I left the tent I saw Aragorn and his companions, they went to the king and they stayed there the entire night. The next morning I woke up and I was lying before the king’s tent when all of a sudden I woke up. A swords edge was held against my throat. “You should be more careful young man.”
I looked up and I saw a smiling face, Aragorn’s face. He pulled is sword back and I stood up. “Lord Aragorn,” I said.
“Please don’t call me that, I’m not a lord, I’m just a warrior.”
“But you are a famous warrior. A respected warrior.”
“Yes, people see me this way, but it’s everybody’s own decision to decide whether they respect me for my deeds or hate me for it.”
“I really admire what you do for the people my lord, I’m a poor farmers boy myself, but King Ragnar came to our village one day and he saw me. It was the first time that I wasn’t on the field when the king came by. He spoke with my father a long time, but afterwards my father came to me and said: ‘Son, it’s time for you to prove yourself. The king wants you to be his page the next years. That way you can become a squire and if you’re lucky even a nobleman. Take your stuff and prepare for a journey.’ And so it happened, I’m in the king’s service for 2 years already. Next year I’ll become a squire he told me. And if I proved in battle, I might even become the lord of my own land, my own village.”
“That’s good to hear, I’ve always had faith in Ragnar. Remember that it’s the people that rule the kingdom, and you’ll have nothing to fear from me and we can stay friends.”
The following days our armies kept following the Vaegir’s campaign army. Often it happened we rode through the leftovers of a battle, at those moments everybody knew Aragorn had beaten yet another army. But nobody could have known what was ahead of us, not far from Sargoth our armies got ambushed and attacked by the enemy. Often it was only one of our armies against 3 to 4 of the enemy. But every time again it were Aragorn and his friends that made us achieve victory, every time it were Aragorn and his friends that were the last man standing on the field. Even after an entire day fighting they weren’t tired. Normal soldiers would go to rest or get wounded or killed because they aren’t vigilant anymore. But not them, they kept fighting the enemy hordes. The story spread Aragorn took the Vaegir king down all by himself. He stood down and heard a horse approaching him from behind, and when he looked he saw the Vaegir king on his warhorse, charging right into him. He stepped aside and hit the enemy king on his chest; heavily wounded this one tried to run away, but Aragorn shot him in the back with his bow. The Vaegir king felt unconscious and was taken captive.
After every battle Aragorn ordered to release every lord from captivity. Even the Vaegir king would be released. I didn’t understand that in the first instance, but afterwards I did. Now these lords owed him their lives. After all these fights The 17 Knights kept looking for enemies, and so they arrived at the siege of Ismirala castle. Right before the assault against the walls began, Aragorn was still not on the battlefield, nor were the other 16 Knights. King Ragnar hadn’t showed up either, so I went looking for them. I found them in Aragorn’s tent, which he shared with his friends. They was talking, but I couldn’t hear what they said. There were only 2 words I understood: Alburq and Aragorn. It was clear to me, Aragorn got rewarded with Alburq castle. They came out of the tent and I told them they had to get to the soldiers because they were waiting for The 17 Knights and their King.
The siege of Ismirala castle was similar to the siege of Alburq castle. The defenders where taken down by Aragorn and his companions from on the ground. After that they pushed forward and killed the remaining defenders. The battle was almost over and I felt like I was unbeatable, so I ran towards an enemy horseman, who now had to fight on foot. I prepared my arm for a blow right into his right flank, but then I felt a burning pain in my chest. I looked down, an arrow had hit me, right in my heart area. I felt down, unconscious.
The next time I woke up it was in a small tent, with both King Ragnar and Aragorn at my side. I told them about the book I was writing, the book that you are reading now. I told them it was about me, King Ragnar and The 17 Knights. I asked Aragorn if he wanted to finish it for me. to write down the future events that would change Calradia, so that the next generations could read what happened and know that all they are reading is true and not exaggerated.
Since the game stays the same, the actions stay the same and the entire concept is the same, i've made a little step aside from the game sometimes. As example: instead of meeting a girl on a party, i let the father/brother invite me to his castle and meet her. Because i was an honourable man he allowed me to stay in touch with her.
This little changes give it a new touch i think.
The prologue is writen in the first person view, but the chapters are all in third person view. This was to make the intro a bit special from the rest of the story.
The story also has to be seen as a real book, writen during the campaign of the characters.
About my settings:
I play on the lowest settings cause the person-character and the companions are to be seen as legendary warriors who could take down enemy armies 10 times their size. The battlesize I kept at 150, to make the battles more fun and a bit more challeging, soon I'll update the mod to get bigger battlefields.
The garphic settings are all on the highest possible settings. That you can also see in the pictures I take.
Mod: age of change v1.2 (for the armour/weapons and new units as those things fitted best in the storyline.)
Now I won't bore you anymore with this talk and give you the prologue and the first chapter.
I hope you will enjoy it and please tell me what you think. Stay polite than I can learn from the things I do wrong.
A Faerland Knight's Tale
Prologue
There are many stories told about them, many are exaggerated. Some say they are immortal and are already hundreds of years old, others say their arrows never miss their targets and some even say nobody can get through there armour. One story I’ll always remember, it was told by an old man in a tavern of Sargoth, during my time as a page for King Ragnar himself.
“Their leader would be born with his armour already on his body, maybe he even has no own body, but the armour is his body. Who will know? But no living man has ever achieved to get though his plate armour. Swords shatter, arrows bent, lances break. I was told they fought against armies of 1000 men, armies of a Kingdom, and not a single soldier ever returned home. These men were killers, loyal to no one but them self and the other 16. Many kings tried to get them under their service, promising land and power, even control over the king’s army, but none succeeded. Some people believe all kings who asked where dead before the next year. Now, they are coming towards us. They have gathered once again, and they’ll set foot on our shore. Nobody knows what there intensions will be. But I know one thing for sure; they won’t harm villagers for some reason. Nobody could ever report me they attacked a villager. To make it even better there are reports of them rushing into aid of villagers on the battlefield. They are everywhere, they see everything, they know everything.” I walked towards him and asked him how he knew all this. He looked at me and smiled. “I was there.”
I looked at the man.
“You are 16 years old aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then you were born on a normal night for a small village, but on the right same time, The 17 Knights where preparing for battle. One of the biggest battles our world has ever known. A battle with more than ten thousand soldier on every side. But that’s another story.”
“No, tell me more!”
“It’s late, I think I gonna take a walk home.”
“Tell me more, I want to know!”
“One day, you’ll know.”
And gone he was. Until this day I never saw him. The next morning King Ragnar took me on another riding trip through the woods of Sargoth. After some time I asked him what he knew about The 17 Knights. Would I ever know whether his facial expression was one of proud or of a broken man?
He started his story:
The first time I saw them was in Faerland, my father was king of Norway. Aside our kingdom there were 3 others: Russia, France and England. The year I became 16, your age, I served under a lord named Jarl Hyan who I would honour by changing my lord’s title from lord to jarl. Not long after the new year began a war broke out. England and Russia, two kingdoms with absolutism as policy, made an alliance and attacked France, a republic land, from two sides. My father sent word to France that his armies where on their way to help France. It would take more than 5 years before the final battle would be fought. But let’s stay with the beginning. Lord Jarl Hyan was send to there too, so I followed him. My father was leading this army himself, my brother, who was already 24 and married, was given the power to rule our kingdom. The trip to France was long, but far from boring. After 5 days walking a Russian army approached us, unfortunately my father sent our army through 3 different routes. He would lead the one going along the shore; his marshal would lead the one going through the shortest path, through fields and woods; Jarl Hyan would lead the third war band. We where following the roads and would approach France from the east, taking down the Russian outposts on our way. But nobody ever said we would encounter an entire army. The battle started not long after we saw their banners. We were outnumbered by 1 to 3, none the less we fought bravely and we achieved to hold ground. But it became though, many men got killed and this was my first real battle. No longer practice, but a real one. The soldier on my right side felt, a big hussar stabbed his sword right into his throat. I felt this deep anger in me, and I took my sword with two hands, dropped my shield and, however he was a head bigger than me, I chopped his head from his shoulders. On my other side I saw a sword going straight towards Jarl Hyan, an overhead blow. I tried to save him, but all help came too late. His skull was split like butter and he felt dead at my feet. A fury I never felt before took me in his power, I didn’t felt pain, and I didn’t feared dead. That day I would kill more men then a normal soldier would kill in an entire war. But still we were outnumbered and our commander was slain, so after hours of fighting I took up his banner and gathered the surviving man around me. We would stand ground and try to kill as many men as possible. Victory was far away, and so was life. The Russian commander ordered his hussars to charge our position, followed by the infantry. The distance between us was more than 200 meter, but still it looked like it was only 20. Me and my man prepared for death and putted our shields against each other, forming a shield wall. But when the Russian cavalry was only 50 meter away from us, arrows came from the west, from French territory. It wasn’t possible, the French were already fighting England at the Nord Sea, and they couldn’t be here! I thought. But none the less these arrows took down the horses of the Russians and the death bringing hussars were no more than a normal soldier. Now we all looked to the west, to our savers. But all we saw were hills, woods and plains. When all other man lost faith, I saw another wave of arrows coming from after the hills, followed by 17 knights in plate armour. The arrows and knights almost simultaneously hit the enemy infantry. The knights retreated a few meters and then dismounted their horses. They took their bows again and gave the enemy yet another burst firing before charging at them with their swords and shields. It was like a dream, the enemies first wave got killed in no time, and not one of those knights felt or got wounded. They were like a legend. Hope was here once again; me and my men charged into the enemy to help our savers. A few hours later the battle was won, the wounded gathered, the enemy crushed. The 17 knights that came to our aid were already gone by the time we had put up camp. I was left with so many questions. Who where they, what made them help us, who sent them, what gave them that power. It was just too much for me, so I let it go and took over command of our army. We continued our trip towards Paris; there our three armies would meet each other again. After a long march we finally arrived at our gathering point. At was silent. To silent for 2 armies. I ordered our men to take their weapons and make ready for yet another battle. We went further into the city. I heard footsteps coming into my direction; I prepared to give my opponent a blow he wouldn’t forget. A shadow came from behind a corner. I went to the corner. Turned the corner. And there he was, our marshal.
“Finally I found you!” he said. “Your father was already worried. He heared you guys ran straight into general Gorkovski’s army and he feared for your life.”
“Indeed we ran right into them, Lord Jarl Hyan felt in battle, bravely fighting. I took command, but we kept losing man. We would almost be overrun by Russian hussars but all of a sudden 17 knights came on the field of battle, crushing the enemy like they were just poor farmers.”
“You should come with me now. Your father knows more about it, he’ll want to talk you as soon as possible.”
I accompanied the marshal to the army’s camp, which was at the other side of the city. Just a little piece of information that was given to Jarl Hyan and I hadn’t hear.
Once we arrived at my father’s tent, he sent all officers back to their stations and welcomed me like a father welcomed a long lost son.
“Finally you arrived. I was already worried you died in that battle too.”
“How do you mean, Father? Did you know that battle would happen? Is that why you sent our army though that route?”
“No my son, but The 17 Knights told me they rescued one of my armies.”
“You know those 17 knights?”
“Yes. Son, what I’m about to tell you must not leave this room. Only our marshal knows. You understand that?”
“I do father.”
“Ok, those 17 knights are man with loyalty to nobody but themselves and their own. Although they are loyal to one king and his sons.”
“But how’s that possible?”
“Patience, patience my son. They are loyal to them because the king once was one of them. The former king’s son, who was stationary at a small village at the age of 21. During that period, the village was attacked, looted and burned to the ground. Together with 17 other young man, who were barely at the age of 18, he was on the field when it happened. They saw the flames and heard the scream of woman and children, the sound of metal against wood. We took our pitchforks and ran into the village. Once we arrived we saw the real terror of war: children were killed, man were killed or tortured, woman were raped and killed, and other people were burned alive. We ran towards the village centre, there we found the 25 soldiers that were the cause off all this misery. We ran into them with our pitchforks forward. But only Aragorn was able to kill one of them already, he pushed his pitchfork right into the throat of his opponent, right there where his armour was the weakest. He took up the sword of the soldier and smashed down another raider. Encouraged by his little victory we followed him in battle. The 23 remaining soldiers were completely taken by surprise when we rushed forward without fear and felt to our pitchforks like wheat to a scythe. Aragorn killed most of them, and as we were left alone on this world, we started our own company, the armour of those 25 men would have fitted us well, but we melted it. The men wearing it were evil, so we melted it and we made new armour of it. 18 pieces. 1 for each. Everybody got a Gothic Plate Armour, a Burgonet and Iron Greaves. From heavy two-handed swords these men where carrying we made ourselves new swords. Fit for one-handed and two-handed use. We practiced with each other while we were resting, otherwise we were travelling the country or buying food from farmers, paying them more then they asked, more than the markets gave them. Aragorn was leading us. And everywhere we came people knew his name, they even asked him if he would help them against bandits or looters. Every time again we accepted and hunted those bandits down. From the money we earned we bought some bows and arrows. The rest we gave to the poor farmers we met. We developed our fighting skills as we kept fighting those outlaws and soon parties from over a 50 man weren’t a threat anymore. We killed them like a young tree falls to an axe. We grew stronger and got beards as the months passed. My father always let me messages in the villages he visited since I told him what happened and what we were doing now. He didn’t blame me, he even encouraged me. But after some time he got sick, and I left my friends to go and see him one last time. I was right on time. His last words to me I’ll never forget. “My son, you have done a good thing following those friends of you. You have learned how it is to fight for your people. You have earned their respect. Now it’s time to rule our kingdom with the wisdom you earned from this. Bring prosperity to our kingdom, protect your people.” Then he closed his eyes and rest peacefully till eternity. The next day I took my horse and rode out to find my friends. I told them my father passed away and I was king of the country now. I asked them whether they like to be knights or officers or anything else. But Aragorn only said to me only one thing: “Harald, you know better than anybody else we won’t enlist in any army. We won’t join yours either. We won’t give any king or army leader our solid oath; we stay loyal to our self and our own. So if you ever are in trouble, or your children are, we’ll come to your aid.”
After that day I didn’t hear from them anymore in person. For a few months I heard they continued tracking looters and raiders, but after that it looked like they vanished from the earth. I thought they all died in battle. But now they came and save you, the next day a farmer came to me and told me he had news from Aragorn. I was so delighted to receive word from him. But then I read his letter: ‘Dear Harald, it’s good to see you still fight for the people and the farmers. But none the less this day is a black day. Your army was almost eliminated during a battle with the Russians. If it wasn’t that I saw your banner on one of the cargos I wouldn’t have entered it. But we never leave our friends to die. Victory was achieved, but whether your son is still alive or not I cannot tell. I can only say I saw a young man with the banner of his fallen commander, a banner with a lion on it. I hope for you your son is still alive. One day we will meet again, on the battlefield, and when that day comes, our goal will be achieved.’ I was terrified, I had no security you were alive. So I send scouts, they didn’t found you though.”
“Yes, I ordered the man to go off the road and take another route. But what is that goal Aragorn was talking about? And what about the battle?”
“Our goal was to free the people, and give the power to the people again. When I became king, Norway gave its power to the people and became democratic. The battle he’s talking about is something from the time we travelled the land together, when I was still part of them. We imagined a big battle, with tens of thousands of soldiers on both sides, the battle that would decide whether our realm would become democratic or an absolute monarchy. Now it seems like our dream has become reality. A big battle is coming, the armies are ready, it’s only a matter of time now. Get to your man and prepare them for battle, commander.”
“Father, I don’t think I’m ready for this, we were almost utterly crushed in our last battle, I don’t think our soldiers have faith in me.”
“Believe me my son, they will have faith in you. I’ve heard you killed a lot of enemies out there. You impress me, somebody who hears it from others, when it might be exaggerated. But your men, they saw you during battle. You were the one that gave them the courage to keep fighting when their commander died. You saved the banner. You are the new commander. They will follow you, they will fight for you, and they will be victorious alongside you.”
King Ragnar waits for some time, and then he continues: “The war kept going on for 5 other years.”
I interrupted him, “My liege, an old man told me that I was born on the night 17 knights prepared for a battle. Are those knights the same knights that helped you?”
“Yes, they were. But let me finish, then everything will become clear. So, where was I? Right, 5 long years of fighting, and then the final day arrived. Both sides had gathered their armies and where now standing on both sides of the Green Rock Valley, a nice plain with grass everywhere the eye can see. No trees, no rocks, except one right in the middle. The perfect spot for a battle. On both sides there were thousands of soldiers, we even thought it were tens of thousands. This was the big battle the 17 knights were preparing for. But they didn’t do that the night before it. They started with it the day their village was raided. The day you were born. But the battle, it was a bloody day. The valley was no longer green, it coloured red from the blood of enemies and friends. Once again it seemed like our side was losing. And I thought about the words Aragorn told my father, that they would meet on the battlefield that would decide the future of our realm. This was the day, but still after hours of fighting nobody showed up. So I thought by myself, if they don’t show up, we will! And I gathered my man and we retreated back to the end of the valley. There we went to the side of it and we marched from the hillside of the valley to the enemy’s flank. Once we were positioned I order my archers to fire and advance. And then it happened. At the same time my archers fired there arrows, arrows came from the other side of the valley, from the hillside on the other side. Then I saw them, the 17 knights, once again all on foot. And we charged into the enemy at the same time. We fought like we hadn’t done anything else for our entire lives, and in the middle of the valley, we first met. I stood right in front of Aragorn. He looked to me and said: “Ragnar son of Harald, it’s good to meet you. Unfortunately we meet on the battlefield. Let me have the honour of fighting alongside you like I once fought at the side of your father.” At which I answered the honour was all mine. And together we went back into battle. We fought bravely, but I just couldn’t keep up with him. He killed so many men it looked like he was something else, but certainly not a human. After a long fight the battle was won, the enemy was utterly crushed and the realm was safe.
Aragorn asked me to follow him, and at that moment I noticed the other 16 knights hadn’t left his side during battle. I felt small for the first time in my life. Surprisingly we went to my father’s tent, where my father was already awaiting us.
“Aragorn, it’s good to see you again!”
“The pleasure is all mine, my dear friend.”
Once we were inside the tent, which was more a house than a tent, the knights took of their helmets and armour. They were still young indeed, not more than 23 years old. Aragorn, the man who killed so many people, was just like you and me. Just like his companions. They talked to my father the entire night. But when it was dawn, Aragorn came to me.
“Ragnar,” he said, “I heard you have the same spirit as your father, and the same swords arm. I suppose you are going to be the next king, right?”
“No, I won’t, my brother will be.”
“Your brother?”
“Yes, but please sir, forgive him his stupidity from that one night he insulted you; he was drunk.”
“That’s no excuse! A king and warrior should never be drunk!” Aragorn became angry, but he kept himself under control, a rare gift.
So I continued, “But the next day, our father punished him for this mistake, he sent him away, to a village far away from here. There he learned how it was to be a poor farmer, their he learned how hard it was to have to fight for you living. Now he has returned, and he knows he made a mistake. If he ever got the chance, he would apologize to you.”
“If you say so; but I wanted you to tell you that during the period we were gone, we heard about a realm, not that far from here. Carrying the name Calradia. There is also a kingdom like yours, a Norwegian kingdom, but they call themselves the Kingdom of the Nords. We did some investigation and it seems that they have no king the last 10 years because the last one died in battle. It also looked like their former king was family of you. After this night talking with your father we are sure you are a rightful heir on that throne. And since you can’t become a king due to the law, your father decided to send you there with his army and claim the throne. Since you have the same spirit and strength as your father, you are fit for this job and you can help the people in that realm to be free, to live in a democracy, to not fear to be raided by some army, to be able to decide things.. What do you think?”
“It seems like a nice offer to me. But I’ll need some more time to think about it.”
“There is no more time. The ship sailing there will leave tonight. You have to decide now.”
After those words he left and I stayed were I was for a long time. I decided I would go, I would take this chance and claim the throne there. I would bring prosperity to the people of Calradia, I would give the power to the people!
That’s how I came here. Aragorn and his knights stayed in Norway, they went back to their homes in a small village, build from the ruins of the village they grew up. But why did you want to know all this?”
“An old man told me about them.”
“Ah yes, of course, they are coming. They took up arms again and are heading to here. They are coming to fight for the people. Nobody will know what the future will look like once they set foot on our shores, but one thing is sure. They won’t leave before they reached their goal.”
“You mean to free the people? To bring them under your command?”
“For a part you are right, they will free the people, but they won’t bring them under my command. They are loyal to no one but them self and their own.”
“But then how will they free the people?”
“First thing they’ll do is to get rid of the looters, raiders and bandits in this land. Then they’ll fight the soldiers that loot villages. They’ll fight the soldiers that kill villagers. They will protect the people. And nobody will be safe for them when they harm a poor villager. No one. But since I was send here by them, to help the people it’s possible they’ll be favourable towards us.”
“But how did they became that strong?”
“Nobody has a real explanation, but I follow the same theory as my father, who was one of them. It’s noting supernatural, it’s just that they fought almost every day, so they became real masters of war. And they made their own armour, fitting them perfectly. It was thicker than normal armour, out of 25 plates they made 18. Of course it was heavier than normal plate armour, but they got used to the weight, and now it looks to them like they are carrying a linen shirt.”
“Why they are coming to here? Why not somewhere else?”
“They come where the people needs them. And the people of Calradia need them. I try to protect the people, but still I can’t make much progress because the lords don’t always share my thoughts. They may have heard of this, and they’ll keep their promise the made, to protect and help me. They know a lot my young apprentice. They know a lot. The only thing we can do is hope they aren’t opposing us on the battlefield but I don’t think they will, unless our lords start plundering villages. But it’s getting late, we should return home.”
He was right, it was late, we have been talking all day long. But it was worth it. I had hope again, hope for the people, hope on a better place. Hope for myself, that one day, I’d meet Aragorn.
Not much later they arrived in Calradia, and like King Ragnar proclaimed, they took up arms for the once that couldn’t do it themselves, the villagers. Bandits and looters disappeared from the landscape, raiders and deserters left the realm at all haste. Once again the people had rest.
But then hell broke out, and noting would be the same again.
The kingdoms didn’t had to bother about the outlaws attacking their villages anymore. So they look over their borders, looking for new territory. And war broke out between the 6 kingdoms of our realm. The first war consisted of 3 fronts: the Vaegirs against the Nords, the Kergits against the Sarranids and the Swadian against the Rhodok. But it were the Vaegirs that made the first mistake.
They looted Faerichen while Aragorn and his friends where in the area. He followed them and after a day travelling he ran into Alburq Castle which was under siege by the Nords and the fight would start very soon. Aragorn went to the siege camp and found King Ragnar, both man were happy to see each other again. I was so happy I was in the kings tent at that moment. Aragorn said to the king: “You know why we are here don’t you?”
“Of course I know, Aragorn, I’m sorry I couldn’t achieve it by myself.”
“No blame comes to you Ragnar, but to your lords. I’m here to fulfil my duty and I’ll fight at your side in this battle. The only think I want is that you keep your faith and you keep protecting your villagers. Are you ready to stand up for the rights of people? To bring the country under your control, brother?”
“Yes, brother, I’m ready.”
Aragorn left the tent and I went to the king.
“My lord, why did he called you ‘brother’?”
“You know my father was one of them and that we fought side by side? You remember his promise to my father; he would be loyal to him and his sons. I’m considered one of them, just like my father. I’ve proven myself in battle, and I’ve proven that I stand up for the rights of the people.”
“So they are your vassals?”
“No! Never! They are free man. They come and go as they please.”
“But they can hold land?”
“Yes, like family and like every soldier that proved himself they can be granted land, but they still wouldn’t be a vassal of the king. They are loyal to my father and me in the way that we stay one of them, that we are like family. And they never leave one of them to die in battle. They’ll always protect their own and the people. It’s complicated, one day you’ll understand. I suggest you prepare for battle, it’ll be stormed soon.”
So I took up my armour and weapons and went to the rest of the army. There I saw them lined up on the first line, The 17 Knights of Faerland. They were firing at the enemy with deadly precision and once they almost ran out of arrows they advanced towards the ladder. While they made their way up they kept firing arrows and by the time they reached the walls they ran out of them, and the amount of defenders was lowered to half of them. They pushed forward, making a hole into the shield wall. Not long after that they took over the walls and the fight was continued between the buildings of the castle. The enemy was taken down quickly by Aragorn and his men, victory was ours. After I looked the dead bodies for some loot I went to one of the towers on the walls to take a look around. There I saw them riding out again, right towards a Vaegir lord. An army of 90 man and they ran straight into it. I could hear the cries of dying men and so did the other soldiers of the king. Everybody stood on the wall, looking towards the horizon, looking to see a glimpse of the battle that was fought out there.
A few hours later Aragorn returned, all of them where alive, all of them behaved like noting ever happened. The king was right; we could only hope we never had to face them. That night the king sent me away earlier than usual, so I kept lingering around to get to know the reason. Not much after I left the tent I saw Aragorn and his companions, they went to the king and they stayed there the entire night. The next morning I woke up and I was lying before the king’s tent when all of a sudden I woke up. A swords edge was held against my throat. “You should be more careful young man.”
I looked up and I saw a smiling face, Aragorn’s face. He pulled is sword back and I stood up. “Lord Aragorn,” I said.
“Please don’t call me that, I’m not a lord, I’m just a warrior.”
“But you are a famous warrior. A respected warrior.”
“Yes, people see me this way, but it’s everybody’s own decision to decide whether they respect me for my deeds or hate me for it.”
“I really admire what you do for the people my lord, I’m a poor farmers boy myself, but King Ragnar came to our village one day and he saw me. It was the first time that I wasn’t on the field when the king came by. He spoke with my father a long time, but afterwards my father came to me and said: ‘Son, it’s time for you to prove yourself. The king wants you to be his page the next years. That way you can become a squire and if you’re lucky even a nobleman. Take your stuff and prepare for a journey.’ And so it happened, I’m in the king’s service for 2 years already. Next year I’ll become a squire he told me. And if I proved in battle, I might even become the lord of my own land, my own village.”
“That’s good to hear, I’ve always had faith in Ragnar. Remember that it’s the people that rule the kingdom, and you’ll have nothing to fear from me and we can stay friends.”
The following days our armies kept following the Vaegir’s campaign army. Often it happened we rode through the leftovers of a battle, at those moments everybody knew Aragorn had beaten yet another army. But nobody could have known what was ahead of us, not far from Sargoth our armies got ambushed and attacked by the enemy. Often it was only one of our armies against 3 to 4 of the enemy. But every time again it were Aragorn and his friends that made us achieve victory, every time it were Aragorn and his friends that were the last man standing on the field. Even after an entire day fighting they weren’t tired. Normal soldiers would go to rest or get wounded or killed because they aren’t vigilant anymore. But not them, they kept fighting the enemy hordes. The story spread Aragorn took the Vaegir king down all by himself. He stood down and heard a horse approaching him from behind, and when he looked he saw the Vaegir king on his warhorse, charging right into him. He stepped aside and hit the enemy king on his chest; heavily wounded this one tried to run away, but Aragorn shot him in the back with his bow. The Vaegir king felt unconscious and was taken captive.
After every battle Aragorn ordered to release every lord from captivity. Even the Vaegir king would be released. I didn’t understand that in the first instance, but afterwards I did. Now these lords owed him their lives. After all these fights The 17 Knights kept looking for enemies, and so they arrived at the siege of Ismirala castle. Right before the assault against the walls began, Aragorn was still not on the battlefield, nor were the other 16 Knights. King Ragnar hadn’t showed up either, so I went looking for them. I found them in Aragorn’s tent, which he shared with his friends. They was talking, but I couldn’t hear what they said. There were only 2 words I understood: Alburq and Aragorn. It was clear to me, Aragorn got rewarded with Alburq castle. They came out of the tent and I told them they had to get to the soldiers because they were waiting for The 17 Knights and their King.
The siege of Ismirala castle was similar to the siege of Alburq castle. The defenders where taken down by Aragorn and his companions from on the ground. After that they pushed forward and killed the remaining defenders. The battle was almost over and I felt like I was unbeatable, so I ran towards an enemy horseman, who now had to fight on foot. I prepared my arm for a blow right into his right flank, but then I felt a burning pain in my chest. I looked down, an arrow had hit me, right in my heart area. I felt down, unconscious.
The next time I woke up it was in a small tent, with both King Ragnar and Aragorn at my side. I told them about the book I was writing, the book that you are reading now. I told them it was about me, King Ragnar and The 17 Knights. I asked Aragorn if he wanted to finish it for me. to write down the future events that would change Calradia, so that the next generations could read what happened and know that all they are reading is true and not exaggerated.
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