The grand hall of Fort Arkhaven was filled with a somber yet celebratory atmosphere. Banners of House Arlyn hung from the walls, and a large crowd had gathered to honor the heroes who had defended the fort. Lord Lehard Arlyn stood at the dais, his presence commanding respect.
"Today, we honor those who have shown exceptional bravery and sacrifice," Lord Arlyn began, his voice echoing through the hall. "Their deeds have brought us victory and peace."
The room fell silent, anticipation hanging in the air as the first names were called.
"Corporal Thom Evert," Lord Arlyn announced first. A sturdy man with a scarred face stepped forward. "For your quick thinking and courage in the heat of battle, we award you a commendation and five gold coins." Thom accepted his reward with a nod, gratitude shining in his eyes.
"Scout Haris Voss," continued Lord Arlyn. A middle-aged man with sharp eyes approached the dais. "For your invaluable reconnaissance and the intelligence you provided, we award you the Silver Star of Valor and five gold coins." Haris bowed gracefully, his expression one of pride.
"Lieutenant Commander Greaves Grey," Lord Arlyn called next. A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped forward, his armor gleaming. "For leading your unit with unwavering bravery, we award you the Bronze Sword of Merit and ten gold coins." Greaves saluted, his face stern and respectful.
Finally, Lord Arlyn's gaze turned to Kellan. "Kellan of Emberfall," he announced. Kellan stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest. He knelt before Lord Arlyn, who raised his sword ceremoniously.
"For your bravery in the face of our enemies, and for the merits you have earned in this war, I hereby dub you Sir Kellan," Lord Arlyn declared, tapping Kellan's shoulders with the flat of his blade. "Rise, Sir Kellan, Knight of House Arlyn." He then handed Kellan a pouch containing ten gold coins.
The hall erupted in applause as Kellan stood, a mix of pride and humility washing over him. This was a moment he had never imagined, yet here he was, recognized for his courage.
Lord Arlyn continued, "We also honor those who have made the ultimate sacrifice. Their families bear the weight of their loss, and we acknowledge their bravery and contribution."
He paused, his voice filled with solemnity. "To the families of the deceased, House Arlyn offers compensation and support. Each family will receive a pension to ensure they are cared for. Additionally, the children of the fallen will be provided with opportunities for education and training, securing their future. These measures are but a small token of our gratitude for the immeasurable sacrifices made by their loved ones."
He turned his gaze to a woman standing in the front row. "Lady Brant, please step forward."
Sergeant Brant's widow, her eyes glistening with tears, approached the dais. Lord Arlyn put a Medal with the crest of House Arlyn, a silver falcon, in her hands. "Your husband, Sir Brant, was a valiant knight and an exceptional swordsman. His sacrifice will never be forgotten. House Arlyn will ensure you and your family are cared for."
Lady Brant nodded her expression a mix of grief and gratitude. The hall once again filled with applause, honoring the fallen hero. The ceremony continued late into the night filled with many awards, promotions, and promises. With a grand celebratory feast, the ceremony ended in a success.
Kellan who has started his journey for revenge has now found a place where he belongs, a place that he can call home. He never imagined the Lord who looked so high in the sky would recognize him and give his meaningless life a purpose. "Huh," a long sigh of relief left his lips.