Rings of Honor

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My challenge to Baroness Wilder will be settled this Tuesday (July 3) at 10 in the evening (EST).

Losden Fagan

Baroness Wilder, If your Watch was competent, you would have heard of the thievery long before I or any other citizen of Seaside would have had to seek you out and bring your attention to it. Do not place blame on those you claim to protect for not doing your job for you. If you intend to meet my ch...

As sent to all necessary parties-- Baroness Wilder, As per my right granted to me by Overlord Ganderfald, I hereby challenge you for the Barony of Seaside. I have little knowledge of or interest in your feud with Lord Ganderfald. My interest lies with the Seaside district, where I oversee security f...

"Let us pray." The following morning, Losden joined the family for Sunday mass in the Catholic church. It was the only church in Fermoy; nearly the entire town was there to attend. It had always been this way, and, during the prominence of the Burvendi family, it had bordered on theatric....

When Losden arrived in Fermoy early the following afternoon, the town center was a bustle. The farmers had rolled in their first crops of the season, and the market was filled with smiling and curious faces as they inspected and bagged collards, lettuce and plump, green onions, perused the selection...

The doctor confirmed her name: Annabelle. She was a patient of his. She had been dead a couple of hours, before Losden or even the fishermen had found her. "You must not seek blame in those fishermen, Colonel. They knew her, and already knew it was too late. They had already begun their mournin...

Losden departed from the Nausikaa hotel hours before dawn, while the night was still black. He was by himself. Having grown up in Fermoy, under the stranglehold of the Burvendi family, he found it much more comfortable to travel at nighttime alone than with a handful of comrades during the day. It w...

(The following series of events began on March 30, 2007.) In the back courtyard of the Nausikaa hotel, Losden and Olin were sparring, blades fully out and sharp, a polished glistening in the afternoon sun. Both men well experienced with the sword, each had full faith that one would not inadvertentl...

The late-night assault on the Burvendi manor had been successful in displacing their forces in Fermoy, but Losden found that he had underestimated just how big a force the Burvendi had already committed to Talsiny. All the family heads were gone, including Coren. Losden was not pleased: They would b...

There was a good deal of confusion as the last of Hennessee's family found their way into the basement room; everyone was asking who had summoned the meeting. They crowded around the old wooden table that served as the room's centerpiece, and which was acned with char marks. Losden, who had been wai...

Harlton had just blown out his candle and laid his head down on his pillow when there was a heavy, rapid pounding at the front door. He grumpily got back to his feet and felt his way through the dark. With a crack of the door, he saw Losden standing there alone, half his face ablaze in the light of ...

Early that night Losden was sixteen again. He is on a dirt road in the heart of Fermoy with his modified glaive-stick, batting a fieldball back and forth with Shelli, shooting the breeze. Very soon four Burvendi youths ride up on their bicycles, surround Shelli and have her on the ground. It didn't ...

Losden was one of twelve people gathered on the side of Hennessee's burial plot opposite the priest; he was the only one who chose not to hide his face with a hood, or a scarf, or tinted bifocals. It was doubtless the Burvendi family had spies out for the funeral, watching, taking notes, keeping tab...