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Sir Brockland the Stone. Sir Henry the Just. Sir Adelheid Griffinbane.
There was something eerie about the legendary Pegasi Knights, men who had touched and lived something either made from or very close to the divine. Every man among them was a Knight of the Realm, of course, someone who had made a name for themselves either long before their adoption by one of the princes of the skies or inevitably established through legendary feats very soon after. Lands, title and marriage were all forsworn when they were adopted into any of the Pegasi Clans (although not for lack of attention from the Montbrun lasses).
In Montbrun, where kinship and Stone Oaths were of paramount importance, the lack thereof and obesience to a distinct and unwritten Code known only to them was another reason why their awe often rubbed shoulders with wariness. There were whispers that a rider knew where their steeds flew at all times, even miles apart, and vice versa. It sounded far-fetched, sorcerous even, but it would explain some of the more astounding stories of said knights leaping from cliffs or battlements onto the back of their mounts midflight. The people of Montbrun did not discuss such men openly, save for their mighty feats in battle, and even among themselves it was oftentimes the room fell silent for a spell when such a living legend entered.
Sir Henry the Just offers the room a polite smile while his compatriot Sir Adelheid Griffinbane scans his surroundings with all the naked fierceness one would expect with a face deeply scarred by giant talon marks.
<span class="mu-i">"Please, as you were."</span> Sir Brockland the Stone, THE Sir Brockland the Stone intones with a dour nod as the living legends settled into a table in the corner like they were any other mortal men taking their leisure.
Furtive glances and hushed whispers gradually resumed. But the reason for the silence and stares from the Montbrun knights present was not due to hero worship alone.
When Canton was young and mankind's grip on the continent lay under constant threat of annhilation from the Wild, the Serpent, the Foreign, there were times when entire Pegasi Clans moved to war and destruction of those who would interlope upon their mountain territories. But even in times of existential threat, when a new alliance with a Pegasi Clan has been formed in the face of an unprecedented threat, as was the case with the Southern Peak Clans in the War of the Three Sisters, that the number of Pegasi Knights has never exceeded a dozen. One for every Pegasi Clan, and selected on no rule or basis that the Montbrun Courts of man have ever
The Pegasi Knights were rarely seen together, save for times of great strife. And now they were here, not one, but three. One meant adventure, two meant trouble. But three? Three meant war, and every Brun soul present knew it.
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