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You are catching up with the more domestic aspects of your life as a civilian... which means you are doing some intensive cleaning around the house, visiting with some relatives or possibly just looking through some old things in an attic or closet out of passing curiosity. Either way, your day takes a sharp and unexpected turn away from the mundane when you come across (or are given) something very interesting.

If you are a DESCENDED Knight, then you've uncovered an object with a symbol on it that's very similar, if not identical, to the insignia on your signet ring. You recall or learn from a relative that the insignia has been used amongst family members for a very long time, though they have since forgotten what its origin is.


Sedna sighed. His fingers ran through his hair, tussling his light blue locks over and over, sneezing repeatedly from the dust blown all around the small wooden room. No, he wasn’t cleaning out his attic. In fact, he was cleaning out their old soccer shed. It had been part of their small property for generations ..

He might not have had a home to go back to right now. But what he did have was this soccer shed. His grandpa had left it to him, the one place Sedna could return to freely. It had been a minor conflict amongst the family, leaving land, even if it was such a small plot, to Sedna who was barely of age to maintain it. Most of all, to leave it to a unwanted son .. Well, Sedna didn't really want that family either. Ideally, no. But his grandpa was the ideal grandpa. In return, Sedna had been a good grandson. He just regretted, he could have done more. But the argument couldn’t be disputed, Sedna relished in the fact he was his Grandpa’s favorite. He also knew, that if left to the squabbling family, they’d clear the building and it’s contents.

Trash to the them, precious to Sedna.

He sat down on the ground, the door wide open to alleviate the musky smell, starting on the corner closest to the door. Sure, there was a lot of things to throw out, like old shoes, rakes, dirty curtains and souvenirs left by passing rodent residents. But behind that junk, Sedna had found a pair of old goalkeeper gloves, trophies, signed soccer balls, bags, and heck of a lot of usable things. Sedna wasn’t picky—If it was a few decades old and still usable, he saw nothing wrong with it. He could make this into a base of sorts, just for himself. There was still a chair, table and shelves that were usable. Thankfully, they were made of metal rather then termite-eaten wood.

Sedna was dust-ridden and grey by the time lunchtime came around. He was sitting at the table, cross-legged and eating a gooey slice of cheesy pizza, that practically tasted like heaven after the exhausting morning. A headband wrapped around his head to clip his short hair out of the way, he noticed that one of the trophies made strange sounds when he bumped into it.

Hey, it was a trophy hitting against the wall. Naturally, they made strange metallic sounds. But this one made one, like something else was in it. He turned in his chair, his chest meeting the back of the chair, tipping himself forward to look inside the trophy. It was placed down at a low angle so it wasn’t hard to maneuver. Hm. Was that .. It was something shiny. His teal eyes unfocused in the dull grey light through the room and refocused on a small metal object. It wasn’t a ring .. No, it was like .. an arm band? With symbols engraved?

Wrapped in a half-opened cloth.. When pulled out, it could be identified as a white scarf, with another symbol threaded on bottom. This damned symbol again? Sedna looked at the two objects with a frown, fingering it curiously. His late grandpa was well.. dead. Sedna was pretty sure, his godforsaken family wouldn’t have even bothered to ask his grandpa anything about this .. They probably had never even looking in here. Sedna suspected, they would only come in here to mess it up and make his job even harder.

The band and scarf looked worn out, yet they also looked far more protected than the other objects in this clubhourse. They should have looked older, even with this flimsy scarf to protect it, hiding in the inner curve of a trophy.

Strange. If not a little creepy.

But also a little cool at the same time.

Sedna found it hard to distinguish the two elements so closely related to each other.