Caerdan, the Shard King
Caerdan, the Shard King, Lord of the Court of Ruin
From ruins, we rise; by ruins, we are known.
Caerdan, the Shard King, rules the Court of Ruin from the moss-choked remnants of Camelot, once the mighty heart of chivalry and legend. In the shattered halls where Arthur Pendragon and his knights once set forth, only spectral pennants flutter in the cold wind and dried rose petals crackle underfoot. Caerdan himself appears as a figure forged from both legend and wreckage: a knight’s armor patched with bramble and rust, a crown formed from broken sword-points and splintered shields. His eyes burn with the cold gleam of abandoned hope, and every word weighs with the gravity of lost causes.
Once a champion of ideals, Caerdan suffered betrayal and witnessed Camelot’s glory crumble to dust through oath-breaking and pride. He gathered the exiles and forgotten into his court, forming the knighthood of Ruin: fey-spirits clad in faded heraldry, their names tolling like funeral bells in the mists. Each knight swears fealty not to glory, but to the lessons of downfall, the humility of ruin, and the memory of what once was noble.
The Court of Ruin now bends the knee to the Queen of Air and Darkness, bound by dire bargains but ever watchful for the chance to reclaim lost autonomy. Caerdan's court is renowned for championing doomed causes, riding forth from the Ruins of Camelot astride spectral destriers with lances of moonlit iron. Their tournaments are contests of sorrow, testing not just might but the capacity to endure loss with grace.
Caerdan, though bound by chains of allegiances and ancient debts, never fully submits. Legends say a king of ruin cannot truly die so long as there are broken dreams to mourn or forsaken vows to safeguard. The wise—and the wary—speak his court’s motto in hushed tones:
‘From ruins, we rise; by ruins, we are known.’
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