1874-06-06: A Reliant settles
A Reliant settles
Summary: Havelock finally finds himself free of the mendicant life, and settles into his new role as Seigneur of the Synn Holdings. A task that ensures his time is well spent serving the people there and beyond.
Date: 1874-06-06
Related: Letter from the Field
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Havelock  PowerfulMan  

It had been something of a long road, there had been blood, miracles, war, famine, plague, and pestilence. Havelock had been there for almost all of it. He had reached epic highs and sunk to great lows. It had been a tremendous journey from start to finish, not that the journey was finished by a long stretch. Yet it was a new start. New responsibilities. He was a free man once more with his name restored and a bright future ahead of him. Ennobled by the King of Rikton himself, Seigneur Havelock Synn had finally a home to go to.

Havelock smiled as he rode into what was now his land, though there was work to do, even in securing his bloodline that had never been a consideration before. Yet that could wait, that could so easily wait. The healing of the Fallowlands was imperative, the building of the Reliant Chapterhouse a must. There was so much that needed doing, and Havelock was almost dizzy with the responsibility. But one task at a time was simple enough a mantra, even as he rode on towards what would soon be his home and base of operations, welcomed as he was by the waiting Reliants who had come ahead of his arrival.

With a huge task ahead, Havelock sat before his hearth later that evening, a tankard of wine in one hand, and a book partially held open in the other. Yet his gaze was attached to neither, watching the flames in the hearth as they danced and spat and roared now and again. Again he smiled, knowing all too well that alongside his other duties, he would need to aid in bridging the gap between the two Churches, an unenviable task. But one, now that he was finally not being hunted, he could truly relish.

As for those who hunted him, the darker realms remained at the forefront of his mind, demons and vampires and worse. Havelock would not stand idly by as he set about his new life, now he had levies and Reliants. He was no longer a lone Reliant. With fortune on his side, he would serve the King of Rikton, and the One, and his name would pass through the generations as a loyal and holy servant of the One.

Well fought! You found a secret, and battle for the win. You healed others, despite your .. Synn. The blade you wield calls for death, but you heal others, perhaps it is your calling? Will you fall to the siren song of war and lose your way, or will you find healing, and perhaps, save the day?

The Man in Red remembered those words as he set down his quill. The Ink was drying on some parchment or another from his mundane tasks. He leaned back. Yes. He could see Havelock by a fire, the flames burning brightly the man contemplating …. Him.

Well. Not him specifically, because Seigneur Synn didn't know it was he who was doing the hunting. He who had whispered to hundreds five years ago. He whom the good Doctor had been in a struggle against. The powerful Man smiled and walked to the fire in his own room. He stared into it, and into that flame right back out at Havelock. He dipped his head respectfully. "Enjoy your peace Doctor. Stay. Stay in your little corner and you'll get no quarrel from me."

Then, the Powerful Man turned to stride back to his duties. He had so much work to do. So many plots twisting around his finger. He smiled again. How what fun it will be when Creation at last burns.

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