Quoted By:
He waited for what felt like hours there. He could feel his heart beating within his neck. It was so powerful. There was no denying that there were now several hundred eyes upon him as everyone waited for either an error or something that would cause celebration.
“My fellow Nobles, we are here today to welcome the ascension of Lucian of Verac. Through his great many trials and deeds the once Peasant shall now ascend to Nobility through Law!” It was Luquin, the man who Lucian had met a great many times, who acted as Herald to Duke Moriset, “Lucian of Verac, the Court acknowledges your presence.”
With those words done the Herald moved back and the Duke walked forward. Within his hands was the helm that Adok had fashioned just earlier this day. He held it within his hands, the raven noticeable to everyone who witnessed it. There was no question that the loyalty of this man was to Morr in addition to the Lady.
“Lucian of Verac, Squire to Count Remon, Once Man-At-Arms, and Survivor of Devastation. Do you swear upon this helm and your honor that you will lay low the tyrants who threaten Bretonnia? That your blade, in the name of King and Country, protects those in need? That you will travel from battlefield to battlefield seeking the glory necessary to ascend to even greater heights?”
>I do.
>I do not.
>Add/Subtract an Oath
