Stories of Sorceria Volume 3: Tale of Sir Orvalor

Knight General Orvalor Presteeg sat by the fire with his grandchildren. It had been a couple months since the Bloodfeather Incident and Lord Eric Yagaro finally returned home. The Presteegs as well as Eric sat in the gardens of Soyagone. Rikal, Dikal, and Omaron, Orvalor’s grandsons were all there, along with his granddaughter Myra. One day, one of the boys, probably Rikal or Dikal, would take over the keep that had fallen years ago. Orvalor had dreamed of that day for decades now, when his family would return home. Of course, Soyagone was a home now as well.

It had become one to Orvalor, since he had family here. Eric and Chosan Yagaro, Orvalor’s nephews sat in the circle as well. Next to Eric was his goblin bodyguard Dargin Saru who also listened to the tales of past knights with them. The sun had already gone down, summer’s warmth had faded in the recent months and they had to dress more warmly. A fire was lit in a clearing of the garden to act like a camp fire where travelers would gather round and tell spooky stories.

“Alright, which knight shall I tell you about tonight?” Orvalor asked, smirking at the pun.

“Ooh! Can I hear about Rikal of the Rain?” Rikal asked.

“Hey, you just want to hear that one because you were named after him!” Dikal said. “I say you tell us about the greatest knight of all time!”

“We’ve heard that one before! Rayzar Scarlas, great uniter of the Sorcerer Kingdom!” Rikal objected.

“There is something I wanted to ask you, General Orvalor,” Eric said. “I read that you killed a Century Terror. Is it true?”

Orvalor looked at him. He’d told all his grandchildren his own life tale already, but Eric had not heard it yet.

“I suppose there is no harm in telling you of my story tonight, Eric,” Orvalor said. “Very well, I shall tell you my tale. A Tale of Sir Orvalor.”

The general began. “I was a little bit older than you boys now,” he gestured to Eric, Rikal and Dikal. “We lived in the western part of the Sorcerer Kingdom just beyond the Royal Lands, in a small village called Star Town which was rich in minerals. I spent the first few years of my life as most boys do, in the care of my mother. Once I turned seven, my father began my formal training to become a Soron Knight. I learned to fight with sword, lance, axe and sorcery. He trained me for over a decade. We fought a few bandits that tried to steal from us, hunted man eating beasts.”