Jace the Redeemer

Jace the Redeemer as he was last known, was one of the first members of the Knights of Ithil, he fought in various battles and did what no man ever could. He was made into a legend and given several titles before he finally found rest.

### Beginnings of a young lad

Originally the son of a noble family from the lost island, his family fortune was swept away by the waves, claimed by the sea as ordained my fate. With nothing but the few pieces of gold, and a marshal education he landed ashore near Erech, taking up the role of a simple bounty hunter, he was given a chance to survey and explore much of the surrounding areas, needless to say that the job of a bounty hunter was a lucrative business and it did well to pay for his housing and other necessities. Most people knew of him as a man who would go to any reach to carry out the law, and in the process, make a whole lot of money.

### Sight of Order

He was first twenty one (518 AD) when he met up with the Nine knights, on a hunt when chasing down bandits he met a group of knights who were hunting the same. After marching together to the bandit camp and slaughtering the brigands, creating their own stream of crimson, they relayed stories of their lives telling each other about their beginnings and becoming friends. The group of Nine brought him to the city of Solitude and told him of plans to make their own order in which they could roam the lands freely and watch over the people not as part of the hierarchy but protectors and saviors.

He very much liked this idea and often thought of what his life would have been like if there was such a thing to watch over the people. So that good folk could sleep safe at night, so that merchants could travel the roads without fear of bandits, so that farmers may live without fear of brigands. So he played a major part in the creation of the order, gaining public support as he was a hero to the people of Erech and somewhat renowned to the people of Gondolin.

He had gained the support of the people by slaying the bandit king and riding the land of brigands, not only that but he had saved the lord's son from an ambush when they were in the woods. Now at good terms with the people and their lord he established his holdings and was held in high regard and when he had brought the knights with him the lord and people were more than eager to accept them.

The Order may have been conceived in Solitude but their base was in Gondolin where they were molded into the harbingers of peace and order. The knights of Ithil shall ride to glory!

### True Silver

True silver or mithril was a rare metal that was scarcely found, it was light as a feather but stronger than any metal there could be. They were first used as runes by the Dwarves and Elves but later forged into weapons and armour. The demand for such a metal was high and only the Dwarves of the misty mountains had it.

It was a long day, harsh and brutal but the sight of a near finished castle gave them hope. Finally the knights will have a place to dwell a place to aid others and operate, this was the dream of Jace who by now was known as *Jace The Metal Singer* for his craft was beyond all that was. In this time he was taught to read and it caused him to learn a great amount about smithing and casting metal, but one thing in particular caught his attention, Mithril. He longed to smelt it and cast wondorous blades and armour from it but he had none.

The night was silent as it usually was, the stars shone bright and moon lit the streets unlike before. He read of mithril and he learnt all that he could of it, but he also dreamed of it. He would have to acquire it himself but the Dwarves by nature were not generous people but their favour could be won. With deeds of daring and honour.

He slept soundly that night but in his heart he knew that peasants from the villages like his would not, he knew that bandits and brigands still patrolled the roads, lurked in the forests, no one was safe. In the morn of the third of Sunrise (roughly Febuary on our calendar, this was the year 522 AD) he set out riding on his horse he traveled to Tarorod The high mountain. Then from there to Fjalar Keep where the king and his lords dwell, in order to gain access to the mines of Argentroth the silver caves. When he arrived at the gates, it was midday the dwarves were bartering with merchants from far lands and the fire of their forges burnt as bright as the sun, casting the finest metals that were seen. The nearby town of Hvarsmol built by men was where weary travelers stayed and wealthy ones bought wondrous toys and machinations to bring back to their homes.

Jace had left his horse by the stables and entered the city, its high walls and grand statues towered over all before them, the craftsmanship of the Dwarves was unmatched out besting everything he had seen. Then the armour and weapons forged, much like his own but still he desired to learn how and study their techniques in smithing and craftsmanship. There on the way to Fjalar Keep he passed some soldiers on alert guarding a cave entrance.

"What's going on?" he asked

"Goblins they've infested the caves bellow, we don't know how but they managed to get in. My men aren't going in there's too many of them not even to scout it out, COWARDS!" The sergeant answered.

"I can go scout it out for you." he offered

"Then that would be magnificent, I'll make sure you get paid handsomely for this." said the sergeant in relief.

"Well that seems fine for me, I'll be off and if I don't come back forget about this."

Jace left walking into a dark cavern with nothing but his blade and his hauberk. Slowly sneaking through the caves he glanced at an encampment of goblins, 3 maybe 4 hundred of them but the was also a crack in the cave, a hole with goblins occasionally entering and leaving that was how they got in, and the ones here were no match for the dwarves. He turned around to hurry back only to be hit by an arrow to the back and stumble into a group of goblins waiting for him. Quickly drawing his sword he decapitated them with one mighty swing. Their bodies dropped to the floor and their heads rolled off but they knew he was here and so he had to face them.

Charging in swinging his blade he cut down his foe spilling black blood, they fired their arrows at him but he took cover and dodged them, they came with their crooked scitmars and swords but his skill was far superior than theirs. Parrying their attacks and then striking back, disarming then killing them he fought on. But their numbers were greater and they kept coming wearing him down, but just in the nick of time the dwarves came with their mighty spears waving their short swords and mattocks descending upon them like mad. seeing this Jace stood up and charged the goblins with them cutting through their lines like a hot knife through butter. Before long the goblins were either dead or routed but the memory of his blade and him stayed forever in their minds, told to other goblins about what had happeded today.

They blocked the hole and set extra guards there encase of another infestation, the sergeant came up Jace and gave him a sack of gold and another sack of silver.

"I said said that I would pay you handsomely for this didn't I? but I think you deserve a bit more for killing those goblins so I told the local commanders about this and they have given you their gratitude and Lord Frerin will also be pleased to hear about it."

"Why thank you, but really I must be on my way now farewell, but I will come to visit when I get the chance. A splendid place you have here." Jace said before leaving.

News had spread about a man named Jace who had fought off 400 goblins and lived, in fact it had spread to Fjalar Keep 2 days before he had arrived so when he got their he was surprised of the greeting he had received. When he met King Fundin he was given a task by the king himself. Walking through the carved stone halls with a glittering gold roof above he was greeted by the courtiers of the King and was given a chance to hear the king himself.

"I, King under the mountain, Fundin son of Vasier task you Jace The Metla Singer, Bane of Bandits to lead the battle against the Goblins that struck us. We have learnt that they have their base near the end of one of the mines in Argentroth and if you succeed you shall be able to help yourself to the mithril that it holds."

"I shall do it my King." He said before heading of to Argentroth to lead the army of 700 dwarves to war. After a 2 days march across the jagged stone-rock paths of the Vintir Valley and the grey caverns of Thorinsohn to Argentroth accompanied by Lord Frerin and his bodyguards, both of which were very pleased that Jace had solved their goblin problem. There they prepared for 3 days regaining their strength before setting of to fight. It was a days' march away from the end of the tunnel but prolonged as they had to dig their way there. After a week for the dwarven miners were hard men that did their jobs, they had arrived at their base.

They had split their army into three parts one that would charge them at the front consisting of 300 dwarves lead by Jace another that would flank the enemy from the right lead by Lord Frerin consisting of 250 dwarves and a reserve that was now lead by Commander Torvin who was the sergeant that Jace had helped. When they charged the goblins were somewhat prepared for them as you could not hide an army of dwarves so easily but still they fell to the might of the dwarven pikes and swords. As they clashed and their blades locked Lord Freirin swooped in from the side bashing the Goblins in the right forcing their way to Jace as they both pushed forward. The fighting was rough but they held their ground and pushed on when the reserves joined in the fight beating the goblins and slaughtering them.

There once more goblins had tasted the metal his Jace's blade, their again they watched as their brethren fell to his sword and from that day on that sword was known to every goblin and all of them feared it. Jace had brought back to dwarves mostly unscathed and had earned the king's trust and access to the mines of Argentroth. Their he stayed for a week mining mithril and then when he could carry no more he returned to Gondolin.

With him he brought ten dwarven smiths and when he returned he gazed upon a finished castle live with men, knights, scribes and paladins all alike. Their the nine were training their men and preparing them in the courtyard. Then for ten days Jace smelt the mithril melting it into a fine liquid casting it and then hammering it until it was refined. On the anvil he smote with his mighty hammer and dwarf companions. He carved names onto the swords and handed them to the nine and for himself he forged too another set one that he wore even to death.

Now born anew from the forges' fires and mighty hammers he was now renamed as Jace Master of Silver. Twas said that the weapons he had made shone silver with moonlight and cracked even the toughest of shields and cut through the sturdiest of armors.

The events took place in about a month and several accounts suggests that he had met with Jason while he was there but it is hard to confirm.

### Three Riders of the Northwest

A song sang in tavern halls, told by minstrels and spread by revels, a story known to most people in the south, but who the third rider was was always a question and heavily speculated by the people, it was said that it had been King Thalias when he had journeyed north but others argue that it was Jace who sought to restore the old monarchy of the horse lords that roamed the green vale. The story is remembered through a poem or epic as some call it, written by Sansaen one of the three riders who had gone with. Despite the poem being the most famous telling of the story there still are some records left by Tyfen and others stored in archives that historians debate about even to this day.

Grey the sky when dawn has broken,

The grass and trees had
now awoken.

Endless
the fields and beautiful the meadows,

But always are the deceitful, and cowardly lurking
in shadows.

Long was the day when two riders from the green
vale,

Had ridden down to a hall laid with silver and mugs
of ale.

To find a hunter who seasons had seen,

And places unknown have always been.

From out the silver hall into the valley north,

From there three riders had ere come forth.

Where now was the King of horsemen and riders?

For now, they have bloodied themselves and cried ever louder.

Where now is the Heir born in their wooden halls?

Shall all her people suffer and forced to become
thralls?

From south the three had northward rode,

But danger and peril the people had forebode.

They had met
banners hung high and proud,

And bellow
them was an army, a horde and crowd.

Shrewd was
the Hunter and swift his action,

For convinced
had he half their faction.

Fast he rode
now with the company of five hundred,

To the horse
king’s hall, and all that faced him was filled with dread.

Alas at the
throne with the rightful heir,

The people
cheered here and there.

Alas the rider can go to rest,

Alas the warrior can find his sleep,

Alas the King had returned!

As so the Poem ends and the story is remembered, this is but a simplified version of the tale and the true deeds done lay in books and scrolls that people had long forgot about. The events of this story take place around 527 AD and roughly ends around 535 AD although some speculate that it may have ended earlier on or later.

A long trail of hooves, masked by the dust and worn away by the winds. They lead to the sunirse in the distance, ever growing westward and south, at the very front two riders both bearing the same banner and two lame horses. The day was long, the sun was hot and night had just passed. Looking back for another glance Sansaen knew that he would not return for a great many seasons. As they drew further into the distance the valley between the two mountains seemed to close and a new path south had opened in front of them, there their destiny lay, in the hands of a stranger and also the hands of their savior.

Through the dwarf patrolled valley of Galagoshia, into the hills of Ithilien, they rode towards the renowned city of Gondolin, steering west and east, gazing southwards until finaly at their destination. It was said that there in its silver halls was a warrior of great strength and unmatched honour, tales were told of how the man faced of against endless hordes of goblins and won, he that forged weapons so fine that they were made into legend. Worn down and tired, weary from their travels they had decided to stop by an inn of the border of Thangail. There was warm hearth and plenty of food, they could finally rest and sleep easy.

As Jace proceeded to walk the halls of Beorn as he often did in the morn, inspecting the forges that were busy forging and hammering steel and silver, elves and dwarves together carving runes and sharpening blades. In the courtyard the men would train, from dawn to dusk, tall and strong they stood, together as one and fighting as one. As the knights trained with shields and blades the archers had begun target practice long before and were filling haystacks with arrows. One of the guard had approached him with a message.

"Sah, there are two people asking for you, one a boy and the other a woman."

"Did they specify why?"

"No sah, they're just asking for you sah."

"Then I'll be down in some time, but is there anything else you need to tell me?"

"No sah, afraid that that it sah."

"Then keep vigilant and send some Thrushes out, they ought to bring news from beyond over."

"Got it sah, it will be done sah."

'Now good day to you."

"And you too sah."

Jace as usual headed down to the front entrance and went to greet the two people. He had arrived to see two travelers wearing raged cloths and covered in dirt, they seemed like your normal peasant that came for help, too much raiding and not enough fighting that was the thing these days. He wanted to speak but before he could the woman had already started.

"Greetings to you, oh great man of the south we have sought you out. Come hither and take heed for we offer you what no man else is worthy of." Such words were the words of noble men but in this case fair ladies.

"And what would such fine people like you and yours' need from me?" He asked

"Your service in exchange for a vast amount of gold and power." She answered

"But it is not gold that I need nor do I need power, my power and influence lay here in Gondolin and Beornseuld, and you have not told me yet of what you wish for me to do." Jace Replied

"I wish to restore the line of Mehare, for I am the heir of the throne and queen of the horse lords! I wish for you to return with me and fight by my side, restore my kingdom and we will be forever indebted to you." She cried

"Do you have anything to prove that, after all you may just be another pretender." Jace questioned

Then Tyfen took from her neck, a golden chain necklace with two horses crossing each other.

"This is an heirloom from my family, and it is passed down. This is my proof and I believe that this convinces you." She answered

"Yes it does, but why me and not an army, one that would break through the lines of the horses and fell any rider north in the green vale? Why a lone man and naught a company of many?" Jace questioned

"An army or a force larger than the three of us would draw too much attention, each of the lords wish to gain dominance and become king and many would kill me and my brother if we were to be found." She answered

"May I ask of your name? and of your plan." Jace asked now more eager

"My plan is to stir up unrest in their lands, rally the people to my cause and when the time is ripe revolt with my new loyal supporters as well as some lords that are still loyal to my cause."

"Indeed it seems reasonable, but why not ask a lord for help?"

"Because I know not of who is loyal and who isn't"

"Well my lady, rest here for three days and I will ride out with you to the green vale."

"Thank you"

And so the two travelers or the queen and her brother had came to Beornseuld and there they rested and replenished their supplies for three days. In this time the thrushes had brought news from north, west and east. It was true that the king of horses was dead and the line of Mehare is broken, now it was time to fix that, to ride north and restore the monarchy. But this was not the only news, word had spread that a man in the north by the name of Niemand Kent had defeated the Dragon of the Ice Mountain. There was other news about a great myriad of things north, and plenty of news from the ravens west, the dwarves had sent them to spread the word of their new discovery, a new source of Mithril!

On the third day when the sun was high and skies clear the company of three set out and rode into the north. To vales green, under mountains tall. The ride was harsh and their going was swift, in a fortnight they were at the gates of the green vale (The east side of the misty mountains and pass the river Tiber not actual gates). For the first time in a year, the steppes were serene and the flowers were blooming, a true sign of spring. No sign of struggle and word of war it was almost as if all the fighting had ceased and order was restored, this was only partially true as in the time that they were gone a faction of the rebels (the Arleas) had gained control over most of the land leaving the monarchists and the Thengred (another rebelling faction) exposed.

On the morn of the second day there, now further into the plains of the vale, on the horizon they spotted banners held high waving through the air and under them was a legion of riders, each sword at hand and shield at the ready, riding steadfast towards them. The banner that stood out the most was the banner of Lord Daehan, he was a great general that had seen many battles and before had taken heed from wise men ever expanding his knowledge and battle malice. He had now sided with the Thengred that were being pushed back by the new king. They had all expected them to pursue and chase them down but in truth another force lead by the monarchists were headed their way and both sides were preparing for battle.

Now clouds of dust had amassed on the horizon, and endless waves of horsemen came forth, both sides had drawn their blade and they shone golden under the light of the sun. Both sides honourable and both sides had their reasons to fight, but their causes were in vain for the strength of the Arleas was growing and support for their own cause was failing. Finally the two sides had clashed, blades swinging from side to side, slashing at each other, battle cries from both sides and their strength ever waning. At last when their blades had been bloodied and the soil had drank its share of blood they departed, the Thengred stood victorious and the Monarchists had been routed, it was truly a day of victory, not for any of them but for the Arleas.

The three followed suit to find the routed monarchists, they sought to find aid and a place to stay. Alas when they found them far from the capital and close to the border, they stopped. They dismounted and approached their encampment, as of now it was merely a cave leading into one of the mountains that was fortified and fortified indeed. Archers were hidden in the hills they passed and more stood on the battlements of the entrance.

"Halt! Who comes hither?" Shouted one of the sentries.

"I, queen of the horse lords. Tyfen daughter of Aethel heir to the house of Mehare!"

"Milady! forgive me I did not recognize you from afar, enter and seek out Armeagen for he is now our commander."

They entered the cave and dismounted, each of them now walked uncloaked among the soldiers, their supporters, and the people. The word was spreading, the queen has returned, the fires of house Mehare has been rekindled! The state of the hideout was horrid, supplies running low and moral was at an all time low, but the sight of the queen and her brother brought a new sense of hope to all of them. Finally they had made it to Armeagen's quarters, they were greeted by him and his officers in Methelian (the proper courtesy when meeting someone related to the king).

"Ah my queen, long have the Leode awaited your return, now we at the very least have our legitimacy restored."

"And it is good to be back my Beodan, have we now any plans to fight back and reclaim what is mine?"

"We are struggling oh queen, the Arleas have taken control of most of the vale and the Thengred have pushed us to our limits, now our supply lines are stretched and our resources thin."

"But what about the plan?"

"As of now our only goal would be to retake the Beorgbur, once that is secured the lands east of the mountains will be ours and we can continue with our contingency plans."

"So why haven't you?"

"The Thengred keep stopping us, every time we make a move they attack us and we get routed, its that damned commander Daehan!"

"Then we shall eliminate him."

"Or we could recruit him and his faction, he would be a great addition to our ranks mind you." Cut in Jace as he saw the potential in their current rival.

"And how would we do that?" asked Tyfen

"Offer him a deal, both sides of this conflict have their own reasons, if we can find a common ground and combine forces we would be able to take Beorgbur or even siege Galantir." Answered Jace

"But forts surround the highlands around the city, it would be almost impossible even with the help of the Thengred." Added Armeagen

"Indeed it is true, but after some planning and better preparation we will be able to take those forts. But of now we must focus on replenishing our food stores and gather more weapons, if we are to make any move we must be better equip." Said Jace.

"Then it is done, we shall draft plans to siege Beorgbur and you will get the support of Daehan and the Thengred. Now we must attend to our duties, your quarters will be set up soon." Concluded Armeagen.

And so for the weeks to come Tyfen, Armeagen and his officers drafted and refined siege plans, while Jace had went out with some of their riders to gather supplies. So was their life until a year had passed and it was the twenty eighth of Full Bloom (March), then he Jace had set out alone into the steppes and green hills of the vale, seeking out Daehan and his company. For seven days and seven nights he rode, then on the eve of the eighth when he was having his supper, their on the horizon was his banner and the riders that he had first gazed upon many moons ago.

Riding out towards them, he was stopped by five riders that brought him to Daehan. Jace knew that he was a shrewd man and therefore could be reasoned with, and reason would convince him to join his cause. He stood guarded as they set up camp and then he was marched towards Daehan's tent.

"Good evening, so what is a south man like you doing up north in such a time?" Daehan asked,

"Seeking you out." Jace answered,

"And why so? Why in this time of struggle and chaos? Are you another mercenary here to grow rich of the conflict, or a pilgrim travelling north?"

"Neither, I am here to talk and reason with you, commander of armies and leader of men. I have come because you can be reasoned with and because you will listen."

"I see, now what is it that you wish to talk to me about?"

"The Thengred and the Monarchists have much in common, and your conflict is pointless. Every man fighting for the monarchists that dies helps the Arleas, every supply line cut and every throat slit. Join forces and together you can reclaim Armaeren, and you will be able to come up with terms that suit both the Queen and the Thengred."

"The queen you say? That is impossible, the line of Mehare is broken and all those that still fight for it are in vain."

"I knew you would say that and so I brought with me the chain of Mehare!" and from his jacket he produced the very golden necklace that Tyfen had showed him when they had first met.

Daehan marveled at it, examining it from every angle, the gold shone so bright and fair, that even those who's will was strongest could not resist its look.

"Do you know what is inscribed on the back of this necklace?" asked Daehan,

"No I do not." answered Jace

"Well it says, Horse warrior, rider of glory. Loyalty from all, for whomever bears this."

"And so do you believe me now?" Asked Jace

"Yes I do, very much so now I would like to invite you to ride back to Mehrbearn."

"And I gladly accept."

And so a Jace rode with Daehan and his company, and for nine days and nine nights they rode. Then on the morn of the tenth day they arrived at Mehrbearn. There Daehan granted Jace permission to join the counsel that was to be held that day. The nobles and the generals looked at Jace with both great awe, and tremendous hate. They were awed by the presence of a Great Man of South and some have heard of his deeds through trade with the dwarves. And others detested him because he made their cause in vain. For six hours and twenty one minutes they debated, the decision to join with monarchs was tempting but they had bled for their cause and were not so willing to give it up. Finally they at long last had come to the conclusion of joining with the monarchs.

They started to consolidate their forces and reorganize their ranks, the entire process took about a year and three months, but all in the mean while they strengthened their spy networks and raiding the Arleas. It had first seemed as minor raids and were overlooked but when they started to drain their supplies and cut communications a bit too much the Arlreas had came back from their time of pride and returned to the matters at hand, the years that passed had relative peace in the land with the Arleas beginning to forget about the Thengred and Monarchists, but now they had obviously become of some concern as the raids that were organized were on a massive scale and were obviously organized and well prepared.

At first it was thought that the Thengred and the Monarchists were still fighting and would be easy to defeat, but it had seemed that in the years of relative peace and stability they had learnt the art of guerrilla warfare and were far harder to track down, not only that but bandits had come to their aid as well as some soldiers hired from the Knights in Gondolin. Everyone knew that the Thengred and the monarchists would make a reappearance sooner or later and that the Arleas would have to fight an impossible fight if they were going to win.

Not only this but they had also realized that now with the combined strength of the two rebelling forces they posed a threat to them as both the knights and a few dwarven companies had come to aid them in the fight. The war would last for three more years and have countless battles fought, out of these the most famous are, The Battle of the Fens, The Battle of Hornbeorg, The Battle of Beorgbur and The Battle of Galantir.

Two years and two months had passed, it was the third day of the moon, dawn was breaking. There the forces of both the Thengred and the Monarchists stand, side by side and shoulder to shoulder, their spears glinting in the sun light. Golden the ends of their spears, and together with their shields they formed an adamant wall. The first horn blew, Daehan riding down from the east marching his contingent of the army. Then the second horn blew Jace from the far right came down with his horse swiftly leading his men. Finally the Third horn, the horn of house Mehare blew and Tyfen followed by Sansaen and their men marched.

The dwarfs had erected catapults on the hillside and had already started to fire upon the city walls, each boulder found its mark, Jace and his band of forty knights followed by the horsemen delegated to him stormed the sides, their shield wall never breaking and their fine swords and axes claiming the lives of their enemies. STEADY!!! HOLD!!! FORWARD!!! the words that filled the men's ears as they fought on. Tyfen and her part of the army broke through the gates and were headed strait to the keep their men surrounding her taking arrows just so she could live. Each one of them fought, their razor sharpened spears pierced through even the strongest armor and their shields never broke. Daehan had attacked from the left with his men seeking to meet up with Tyfen in the middle and to storm the keep together.

Shields bashed against each other, swords clashed and axes locked, the fight was bloody. Their once clean shirts of mail and hauberks were now stained crimson with blood, the sight of them would make even the bravest man tremble, fiery eyes of anguish dawned in blood stained armour, wielding the weapons of their forefathers the Thengred and the Monarchists pushed through the craven ranks of the Arleas, weapon in hand and shield at the ready they made for the great keep. Beside and all around them the bodies of the fallen lay, the great oak doors that stood before them was being bashed by their rams, and the city that once was lost was retaken.

BANG! BANG! BANG!!! The doors burst open and the men flooded in, slashing hear and there each strike finding its mark and each man receiving his share of blood. The king of the Arleas knelled at Tyfen's feet, he looked up and begged for mercy casting the Mehare crown to the floor. But no mercy was to be shown, not after this, not after all that had happened, their struggles and their fights, no. Her sword flashed and then the king's head rolled across the floor, the soldiers reveled and that night they feasted lavishly for they had won the hour, the day, the year and the war.

"Thengred! Loyalists! and my comrades, this is the day we have been fighting for, now friends all of you shall have a place in this realm of mine, this realm that I shall restore and this realm that I shall remake. Turn to your right, and then turn to your left, these are your brothers, maybe not by blood but at heart, this cause of ours brought us together and this fellowship of ours shall never be broken! Men, it has been long since you last returned home, your wives are waiting and so find them! Boys, your mothers and your fathers have long been expecting your return it is time to go home! We may rest now and rest until we are called to arms once more. Brothers! Friends! and Companions! return home and forgive!"

The speech given by Tyfen roused the men and as the day ended most of them took head and returned home, riding into the distance boys and men, brothers, fathers and sons found their way home. It was then from that day on the Thengred became the Nobility of the land, Sansaen Tyfen's brother had become the head of the merchant guilds and Tyfen ruled her people justly in the name of her house.

The night was dark, and under the silver light of the argent moon Jace glanced back at Galantir one last time before leading his knights and himself back home.

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