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Marches – Chapter 00

Last updated on November 1, 2019

Our Narrator Sets the Scene

In my earliest days, I found myself with one unique talent – and that was to remember and repeat. I had no skill in sports or war, no particular talent for speech or craft, but when a man would say to me a thing, I could repeat that thing years later with a precision that many considered to be nearly otherworldly. This would draw the attention of a man of the court. This man, Duc Gilles de Ava, saw my talent and felt he had a place for it in his court. He raised me up from little more than a merchant’s son to be a member of his own court, bound to his own honor and tasked with chronicle the stories and histories of Les Principautés Unies de la Grande République de Sa Majesté et Les États sous sa tutelle estimée. More succinctly, I was to be a historian of the Grand Republic of Her Majesty.

When I was young, most of this revolved around the simple. I wrote what was before me in Duc de Ava’s court. His words, the words of his guests and family, and everything no matter how small found its way into my writings. Then something changed. Or perhaps, everything changed, and I found myself writing of one single family, and one that would eventually grow larger, and play an impossibly important role in our nation’s survival in this our turbulent world. I speak to you now in the first person only to set the general stage for the events that would follow. An old man rambling on about the past does little to drive the minds of those listening to lose themselves in the story. My opinions and thoughts on the matters presented are immaterial. I did not live these stories, but rather only merely compiled them for future generations. They were told to me by witnesses and confidants, and I hope to present them in such a way that they may continue on and be told for years to come.

The year was 1529, as recorded by the Servants of the Goddess of Stars. For a few years prior, the principalities had been consolidating power. Her Majesty had grown old, and with no heirs adopted or otherwise, it was looking as if there would soon be a war for the right of succession. This was well known to the noble courts, and allegiances and plots were then already beginning to fall into place. Now, Duc de Ava was an honorable man, above reproach in many ways which I cannot begin to list, but in one place he stumbled. This was his opinion of the Masquerade. He believed that to be himself in court was the only way to succeed, and this weakened him greatly. He realized that in this year. His enemies had plotted for the fall of Ava in such a way that he felt there was little way out beyond seeking the aid from her Majesty. Any hope he had of this plan was taken off course with a shift of winds, and the arrival of Marquis Valamir Astier du Nid de Vouivre.

The Marquis was a man of ambition, one who laid out his plans so far in advance that even he would likely never see them truly come to completion. He had eyes on much grander things than most of his station could see. His genius was unparalleled in the courts of the Grand Republic, but his plans did not necessitate this being evident to most. A few, such as Duc Gilles de Ava, knew his potential. Perhaps most important to understand is that Valamir was not playing the game for himself, but rather he was setting the board for his children. It was his son, Sarus, and his future wife, that would benefit from these plans. Valamir’s story is the story of his descendants. This is the story of that family, the family that would become known as the Silver Wyverns.

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