The Adoubement of Sir Liric of Mystra

[Harroghty]

In which Liric Alycari, squire of Mystra, was made Sir Liric of Mystra by the authority of the Dweomerkeeper Vaelania in a ceremony at the House of Wonder in Waterdeep on this Firstday, 30th day in the Claw of Sunsets...

A blue-white glow surrounds the altar here and small sparks of magic dance atop its surfaces.
Vaelania steps to the altar, her head bowed.
Liric stands with his hands folded over his fauld, spotting Sir Istan and stopping for a brief moment. he offers a bow at the waist and crisp salute, 'Sir.'.
Adon watches the newcomers, the faintest glimmer of a smile about his lips.
Sir Istan returns a slow nod of his head and looks around the room. After a moment, he turns to Adon. 'I believe that we arrayed, sire.'.
Oestrial walks in from the east.
Liric offers a crisp bow to Adon, 'Lord Adon, fair even.' he shuts his mouth and looks about.
Oestrial offers a polite bow before quietly stepping aside.
Sir Istan looks up to note Oestrial and then turns again to Adon with a hint of a smile. 'I spoke too soon, but sicker we are prepared to begin. With your blessing.'.
Liric inclines his head to Oestrial as he spots him, peering up at him for a moment. he gestures with a motion of his chin to join him, then looks back to the altar.
Adon returns the gesture to Liric and Sir Istan in turn 'You have it and gladly, Sir Istan - this is a joyous moment, long in the coming'.
Roxana blinks between Adon and Sir Istan, then curtsies and stares at her feet.
Sir Istan bows his head solemnly then to Adon, and then to Vaelania.
Vaelania touches her fingers to her symbol, quietly bowing her head to you.
Sir Istan turns to face the group and inverts his sword, laying both hands atop the pommel with the sharp point resting upon the floor.
Sir Istan clears his throat softly and then asks, looking from face to face. 'Candidates for knighthood. Declare yourselves.'.
Liric looks to you, clasping his hands behind his back, 'Liric Alycari, Sir.' he states firmly, lyrically.
Vaelania clasps her hands together, speaking to Liric, 'Approach the altar and kneel, Squire Liric.'.
Oestrial settles his hands behind his back in similar fashion, quietly listening on.
Adon watches Liric keenly, a serene smile still evident.
Oestrial looks at you.
Liric takes a few short paces forward, kneeling before the altar. He looks it over in a moment and quickly kneels before the altar. He bows his head and keeps his gaze lowered.
Sir Istan looks Liric over a moment, the fleeting smile gone now from his lips. His hard eyes take a slow accounting of the squire before he raises them again and asks, 'Who then vouches for this man's quality?'.
Sir Istan looks from face to face and asks, 'Let a faithful servant of Our Lady of Spells speak up in his defense.'.
Vaelania inclines her head, 'I, Dweomerkeeper Koromaaeldiasqua, do solemnly vouch.' she offers a small smile towards Liric.
You give a pair of rowel spurs to Vaelania.
Sir Istan bows his head slightly to Vaelania, asking, 'Humbly, Dweomerkeeper, I ask that you apply then his spurs. Giving him the first token of his office.'.
Vaelania smiles to Sir Istan, inclining her head, 'So honored I shall.' She moves to Liric, crouching at either side of him. She carefully removes the silver spurs, replacing with the new pair on each side.
Vaelania gives a pair of rowel spurs to Liric.
Liric stops using a pair of rowel spurs.
Liric wears a pair of rowel spurs on his feet.
Liric keeps his head bowed, his lips pursed together, quiet.
Roxana's hands pulsate and shimmer with soft light.
Sir Istan raises then his sword so that the hilt hovers near his waist, its blade arcing over Liric. 'Liric Alycari, in the name of Mystra, the Lady of Mysteries, and her church be thou a good knight, and true.'.
Sir Istan taps Liric's left shoulder with the blade.
Sir Istan taps Liric's right shoulder with the blade.
Sir Istan taps the top of Liric's head finally with the blade.
You stop using a silver handled blue longsword.
Sir Istan extends the hilt of his sword towards Liric and asks, 'Now lay your hand upon this hilt. Are you prepared to offer your fealty again to Mother of All Magic?'.
A faint blue glow begins to radiate from the sword, hovering over its blade with sparks of fae light.
Liric lifts his gaze ever-so-slightly keeping still as you moves the blade over him. He looks up and locks his gaze with you, placing his hand over the hilt as he speaks with confidence, 'Until the day I take my last breath, and forever after in eternity.'.
Sir Istan releases the sword to Liric's grasp and reaches down to grab Liric's other hand. 'I, for my part, will serve you faithfully as a comrade. These others here will serve you also in their own roles. Giving you succor, giving you guidance, and...'.
Sir Istan continues, '...if need be, giving you chastisement. May the Lady of Mysteries bind us all to our oaths.'.
You give a silver handled blue longsword to Liric.
Liric wields a silver handled blue longsword in his right hand.
Sir Istan pulls Liric up to stand.
Roxana blinks from you to Liric, then breaks into a bright smile.
Liric rises, letting the sword rest at his side. He bows his head to you, smiling as he stands.
The glow spreads to now settle across Liric like a mantle of magical fire.
Liric closes his eyes and takes in the glow, the thin smile over his lips remaining.
Sir Istan strikes Liric full across the face and then booms, 'Forget not your oaths, Sir Liric of Mystra!'.
Vaelania squeezes her hands together, perking onto her toes with a bright grin.
Liric has been blessed by his patron!
Liric recoils, letting his neck tighten and regains his gaze on you. 'I shall never. Praise be to the Lady of Mysteries.' he looks to Vaelania and drops into a bow to those assembled upon the altar.
The glowing mantle over Liric spreads across the whole room for one glorious instant and then fades away.
Adon bows his head graciously at Liric, a look of pride etched clearly into his features.
Liric turns and address the crowd with a courtly bow at the waist, 'And praise be upon those who have stood by my side thus far on this path. My thanks upon ye both.'.
Sir Istan leans a hand on Liric's shoulder and leans close a moment.
Liric looks back to you, turning his cheek to allow him the whisper, keeping his gaze upon you.
You tell Liric 'Your other tokens of office will come in time.'
Sir Istan nods to Liric and steps back, smiling, 'Now celebrate your renewed vows of service.'.

[Gwain]

Great log! I was sad to miss this but glad I could read it!

[Aldren]

I just wanted to say THANK YOU to everyone who was involved over the past years in the continued development of Sir Liric Alycari. This has been one of THE MOST fun characters I have come to love and create.

Cheers to everyone involved, you know who you are.

[Selveem]

You're welcome.

[Gorwin]

belated congratulations friend.