How in Neopia did you get here? Ah well...no matter! Please, let me show you around a while while you rest your paws.

I am _Chivalry_Returns_, knight and protector of all Neopia, and this is my castle. Rest easy here, and I'll tell you a few tales of my life, and maybe even a bit of knightly history!

But first you have to make a promise. dark_stars_angel has put many handdrawn images here, and you must VOW ON YOUR LIFE that you shall not steal any of them! She has worked very hard on them, and it would break her heart if you did. And let's just say that you won't like what happens when you break people's hearts around me. -.-

Now that that unpleasant business is out of the way, shall we continue?

A Story of Valor

You wish to hear my story? Well, I suppose it can be done. But I'm going to tell it my way. The old-fashioned way.

I don't remember much about when I was born, but I remember feeling safe and warm, cradled gently between the loving wings of my mother. I don't remember much about her, either, nor my father, except that she was kind and generous, and he was tall and handsome. They disappeared soon after I was born, and to this day, I've no knowledge of what happened to them. I can still recall waking up one day no longer snuggled safe in my father's paws, but cold and alone, with the wind tearing at my undeveloped wings and the ground beneath me cold and empty. I sometimes wonder if it was something I'd done that drove them away, or if they left of their own accord, or if it was something else entirely.

After they'd gone, I was left to fend for myself, not barely more than a year or two old. My wings were too small and weak to fly, and I didn't know how to forage for food or hunt game. I nearly died during that first cold season. I probably would be dead already if I hadn't staggered into a group of soldiers. With the white snows swirling angrily all around me, I could see the distant lights from their camp fire gleaming from between the trees like a haunting mirage. Belly aching with hunger, far beyond numbness from the bitter cold, I stumbled towards the lights one halting step at a time. I collapsed before their fire and fell asleep in the semi-heat, and not a one of them could awaken me for the rest of the night.

When I awoke the next day, a fine, distinguished looking Lupe in the tattered remnants of once-princely clothes told me of the night's occurances and my unexpected arrival there. He spoke of a war in a strange land called Meridell. I'd never heard of the place, and I didn't much care, but when he said that since I had no parents and no future on my own, I would have to come with them, I stopped my quivering by the fire in order to look up at him in shock. Leave this place, this desolate land with its harsh forests and craggy cliffs? It had nearly killed me trying to survive in this place, but it was my home!

The lupe looked down at me not unsympathetically as I thought, then reminded me that my unexpected saviours were on their way to fight in this Meridell-war thing and couldn't tarry to watch over me. I considered it again. Nothing truly held me here, and if I ever wanted to find my parents and my past again, I had no choice but to accompany the regal, tattered lupe and his escort to this Meridell place.

Nothing interesting happened after that for the longest time. I accompanied the lupe and his warriors to this foreign, magical land, and there they left me as they went on to fight in their senseless battle against the Lord Darigan. I never saw them again after they marched proudly off to war, leaving me staring after them and the sunlight reflecting boldly off of their bright, battered armor, but I'll always remember the princely lupe and his dispassionate kindness.

I didn't know what do to with myself after I arrived there. I watched the slow progression of the first Meridell war without understanding its meaning, and as the time passed I learned how to fly and to survive on my own. I'm sorry to say that I was not the most savoury of characters, and I often fell into the wrong crowds during my rare contacts with civilization. I stole to survive, although I did my best to leave trinkets or gifts in return.

Sometimes I'd leave behind hand-whittled statues or other item's I'd purloined, other times if I had nothing left, I would simply leave one of my own feathers as a kind of mark of debt, and when I found more items, I would return to pay back what I had taken. Sometimes when I found myself with excess goods, I'd leave them on whatever doorstep of a house looked poorest, in hopes of helping to lift their poverty.

It wasn't long before word of a strange, unknown being living in the forests of Meridell began to spread; a theif who gave back what was taken, and righted wrongs that were done. They called this mysterious thief "Chivalry" because it was said that he was a ghost from the past, come to bring back honour and courtesy from ages long-gone to the war-stricken land, and, unbeknownst to me, warriors from both sides speculated plans to deal with this mysterious entity who dared interfere with their battles.

I settled down in a cozy little cave surrounded by woods, safe with the certainity that no one or nothing could find me unless I let them, content to steal and survive and give back what I could. Then one day I cam back from my nightly forages to find some most unwanted company in my homey little cave.

Well, well, well, if this isn't the great mysterious Chivalry," purred a silky Darigan Aisha standing in the center of my temporary home. Her companion, a much dirtier Darigan Mynci, chuckled obnoxiously, and I instinctively shied away from them both. The aisha crept a bit closer to me, red eyes glinting as she examined me from beak to paw.

This cannot be him. This one is barely more than a nestling kit," she remarked sinuously, darting closer and rubbing her long neck against my ruff. I shuddered away from her, towards the entrance of the cave and the safety of the wood, and the Mynci snickered again.

Lord Darigan wishes a personal interview with you, Eyrie," she hissed, her voice hard and flinty now. I backed further away, hackles up.

I wish no interview with this Darigan of yours," I said, voice quiet and flat, and wondered how I could sound so fearless while quivering with terror. I was sure the consequences of refusing this so-called Lord were going to be painful. The Aisha growled her displeasure, unsheathing deadly-looking ivory claws, and the Mycni scowled and reached for a weapon.

My nerve broke complete as instinct took over, and I bolted the rest of the way out of the cave and into the safety of the woods beyond. I think they chased me, from the crashings in the forest behind me, but I ran so fast everything was a blur. Eventually, I begged a poor farmer for shelter, and the elderly Gelert allowed me to sleep in his barn with the Snorkles and his lone Kau.

When I awoke the next morning, the barn was on fire, and the Gelert's home had been razed to the ground by the Darigan armies. From that day on, I vowed to protect innocents such as that poor farmer whose farm I caused to be destroyed, and to fight only for those who cannot defend themselves. I joined the war on Meridell's behalf, but to this day, you won't find me near the Battledome or fighting unless completely necessary. I've had my fill of bloodshed during the wars, and my views of the future are now filled with peace and justice that overcomes physical might.

An Adopted Family

Purrs like a cat, acts like an idiot, and pounces like a plusheh...there's only one who fits that description. I'm not entirely sure what happened in Dark's life to make her so...uh...abnormal, but I'm sure she's got a reason. At least I hope she does! She spends a great deal of her time pretending to be a 'tiger plusheh'...I must ask, is that entirely normal for you humans?
The second of Dark's 'adopted' companions, I must admit that Crystirx is a very strange one. He's...well, it's hard to say what he is. I've yet to see him smile since he joined our family, though my adopted siblings and I keep trying... There's bad blood between him and his past, I think, and he just can't put it behind him. Sometimes I wonder if it's already destroyed his future.
Rhapsodia, my (shh, don't tell!) favourite sister. A trickster by nature and a saint by heart. Her notoriety for pranks and a wicked sense of humor never fails to get her into trouble...which, I might add, is generally up to me to get her out of! All the same, things seem brighter with her around and I should shudder to think of having to do without her.
The last of my immediate family (excluding those who live on other accounts) is Kritter, Dark's other true-blood pet. No adoptions for her! She's currently acting as Dark's Lab Pet, though only waiting to be painted prettily before retiring. She and Rhaps are sisters, but you'd never know it by appearance, and I swear, sometimes I think that Rhaps is the only thing in the world that this one loves...
Although technically Aiden hasn't yet come to Neopia, I feel obligated to put him here nonetheless because he's (sometimes unfortunately) such an integral part of my life. I ought to warn you to be wary of him...just because he's on our side doesn't mean he's tame! And to think, they call him a steed. He bites, kicks, claws, and fights dirty, and his language...*shudders*. Avoid him if you can. I haven't civilized him yet.
Life is good with a fluttery little fellow like Fallander by your side! This one was a gift to me from a dear, dear friend, and I scarcely go anywhere without him now. I always have someone to fly with...and he always has someone to beat in a race!

A History of Meridell

Well, I might as well do something useful with your time (and mine) while you're here and tell you about my homeland of Meridell. It'll hopefully give you a better idea of the kind of creatures you'll meet there, and the kind of things you can expect to see. Hopefully. Of course, I'm not the best at explaining things, so it might have the opposite affect...but I guess if you don't want to take that risk, you can scroll right past this section! Aren't you lucky?

I think it'll help if we start off with a nice little map of Meridell. Go ahead, take a peek...

You've probably seen most of the stuff on here, particularly if you were a part of the Meridell/Darigan War. But just in case, I'll go ahead and give you your own personal tour of Meridell! Aren't you special? So let's just get started!

You all know this guy. The great and powerful Turmaculus. He was a little petpet once, but then he ate...and ate...and ate...*hums the Jaws themesong* Er, excuse me! Anyways, he took an after-dinner nap, and never woke up! Now you can send your petpet to try and wake him up! If you succeed, you might get a prize...if you fail, you could be squashed like a bug...Now comes complete with avatar if he likes whatever flavour petpet you've got! :o
Our next contestant is the owner and runner of Meridell's own Merifoods! This little meerca would just love to sell your pet all the medieval food you can stand! Potatoes, tomatoes, peas, pies, and Hot Crossed Buns, anything and everything! Just watch out for the Stone Soup...you never know when he's gonna take the "Stone" part literally!
This next stop, you'll get to see the self-proclaimed Frog Guy from Kiss the Mortog. He invented that slightly demented although extremely fun game, and he'll charge you a pretty neopoint to play it! But it's well worth the money...I mean, who wouldn't want to kiss a frog-like critter and get paid for it?
Meet the shopkeeper of Ye Old Petpets, the only place in Neopia where you can buy Turtums and Whinnies. For an outrageous price, of course! But I suppose that poor Ixi's got to make a living somehow...Besides, just look at those big, sad eyes! How can you possibly say "no"?
Meet Sinsi the Ixi, and creater of the most confusing game in Meridell, and possibly all of Neopia, Shapeshifter. I'd offer you some advice on how to play, but I've yet to figure it out myself! If you'll excuse me for a moment, I still owe her money from the last game of hers I lost...
And now for everyone's favorite gambling game in Neopia, and the most entertaining plagarism of Poogle Racing since the Three-Legged Turtum Crawl (don't ask!), TURDLE RACING! Yes, that's right, folks, step right up and bet on your favorite Turdle! The next race starts in five minutes, so you better hurry up and get some seats!
Meet the Cheese Maker, owner of the game Cheese Roller. To win at Cheese Roller, you take a cheese, and roll it down the hill in under 60 seconds! You'll get bruises from those awful rocks...and let's not even go into the tree branches! This fellow gets a thrill out of making you guess the names of the cheeses...and he laughs at you when you get them wrong! What? Did you really think I was gonna tell you the names of the cheeses? ^.^

Round Table Poker is another fun thing to do in Meridell, and an excellent way to earn neopoints so that you can go gamble on the Turdles or buy your pets a treat. It's a bit confusing, but easy to pick up on once you read the instructions. Here's a tip: pay close attention to facial -disallowed_word- Help Guide)¤
¤Chionah¤ ¤DevilNakita¤ ¤Yahto_Qamar (Game Guide)¤
¤Scalettey¤ ¤Ruthie_75181¤ ¤Kiaborwolf¤

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