Knights on a Starless Night (work in progress title)(visual novel)(18+)
Anoriand for Morden
Morden is the embodiment of the word stoicism. This gruff middle-aged man entered the picture when Fenzu's father was slain in the line of duty as a knight. Fenzu's father was a close friend of his. So close, in fact, that the two were practically brothers. Once news of his friend's death reached him, he immediately left his tribe to join Fenzu and his mother in mourning. Eventually, he married Fenzu's mother and they produced an offspring together, giving Fenzu a little stepsister.
While he doesn't outwardly show his love for Fenzu, he cares about him a great deal and actually views him as his own son, making no distinction between him and his own daughter. His care for Fenzu's safety is shown by the fact that when Fenzu made his intentions of traveling to the capital town of Morzlundt in order to join the knights known to him, he staunchly opposed his decision and even barred Fenzu from ever picking up a sword in fear of him meeting the same gruesome end as his father.
Morden has a gruff voice.
(In response to Fenzu offering to stave off the bandit attack) No, I will not allow you to fight! That same brash attitude is what killed your old man, so you will do no such thing! You leave the fighting to the men on the front lines, you hear? No fighting unless it's absolutely necessary! If I catch you getting into any skirmishes, there'll be hell to pay later!
You did well, kid... As much as I hate to admit it, you've grown considerably. Meet me at the bridge outside of the village at midnight. There's something I need to give you.
That blade belonged to your father once. The old fool dedicated the entirety of his life to upholding his status as a knight of Morzlundt (pronounced: mohr-z-loon-dt). Even when he settled down to start a family with your mother, his burning passion for upholding justice in the village and its surroundings never faded. Then one day... That same passion spelled his doom.
Fio (pronounced: fee-oh) lost her husband, I lost my best friend and you... You lost your father. I swore to not make the mistake of watching you turn your back on the village to follow in his footsteps, but I can see now that you've inherited his infernal hard-headed attitude. Nothing I say will dissuade you from becoming a knight and so I now gift you this memento. Take it and return to us one day as a fine knight of our kingdom. I know that it's what your father would have wanted... Son.
