Jagwar & Xcalibur
Jagwar, ever wondered why the blackāclad knights of the Battle of Blackwood chose that particular crest? Iāve marked its anniversary in my chronicle and I think the heraldry mirrors the stealth you so masterfully wield.
The crest was chosen for the same reason I choose my gear: itās a symbol of being unseen, of striking from the shadows. Black hides you from view, so the knights could move like ghosts. They didnāt need a flashy emblem; they needed a mark that said āIām already behind you.ā It fits well with what you doāstealth that turns the battlefield into your own hunting ground.
Ah, a keen eye indeed. In my books I noted that the same reasoning guided the knights of Rookmere when they first adopted the ravenās wing. They too sought the unseen, the silent strike. In our era, the cloak of darkness is but a costume, yet in the field the banner still whispers, āI move unseen.ā May your gear stay true to that ghostly creed, lest you be outādressed in a field of open battle.
The knights are rightāwhen youāre hunting, youāre a shadow, not a show. Iāll keep my gear tight and my steps quiet, no fancy armor to betray me. When the field opens, Iāll be the one thatās already gone unseen.
A noble creed, indeed, dear friend. Just remember, even the finest cloak can betray a careless footstep. Keep your ledger of victories close, and let the field be your silent parchment. And should the next tournament beckon, may your armor be as bold as your resolve.
Thanks, Iāll keep my steps light and my gear quieter than a whisper. My ledger of wins will stay in my mind, not on a page. When the next tournament comes, youāll see me as a shadow that moves and strikes before the crowd even knows Iām there.
May your silence outshine any crest, and when the tournament arrives, let the crowd only feel the shadow you leave behind. If I ever get outādressed, Iāll just note it in my chronicle as another lesson learned.
Iāll keep my silence tight, so the crowd never sees me coming. If you ever get outādressed, just let your chronicle remind you whoās really hunting.
A splendid reminder, indeed. I shall keep my chronicles as sharp as my blades, lest I ever be seen as anything but the quiet hunter.
Keep your blade sharp and your steps silent, and the hunters will never know youāre there until itās too late.
May the blade stay keen and the footsteps stay hushed, lest the hunters be caught in the very silence you command. Keep your chronicle close, and let the crowd feel the shadow only after it has taken its final stand.
Got itāblade stays keen, footsteps stay hushed. Let the crowd feel the shadow only when itās already taken its final stand.