Challenge of the Penn was a non-com challenge at the Tournament of Chocolate '26, as entrants were encouraged to complete a chronicle leading up to the event on a chosen topic. It was named in honor of Iawen Penn, the last Knight Commander of Eagle's Rook, whose love of the written word and stories was well known.
This was the description of the non-com in the event: "With the battles with Guthrevyn, our libraries have not gone unscathed. We beseech adventurers of the Realms to rise to the challenge and provide legible chronicles on the founding of Eagle's Rook. These should be turned in upon the start of tournaments or upon arrival. They will be judged on completeness and accuracy to the best of our experts' knowledge, as well as presentation and legibility as we take pride in restoring our libraries."
Challenge of the Penn
The Eighteenth Day of the Fourth Month of the One Thousand Twenty-Sixth Year
On the Occasion of the First Tournaments of Chocolate
In honor of Sir Iawen Penn, a great historian and Knight, I have taken on the Challenge of the Penn, to document the founding of Eagle’s Rook. Both Sir Iawen and I claimed the title of Librarian and historian. As such, I have chosen to complete this challenge with a compilation of letters as found in the View from Valehaven periodical without any interpretation. These documents speak for themselves and tell the story more completely and succinctly than I could over thirty years later.
I have transcribed these documents, but I am a better historian than transcriptionist. Please assume that any and all spelling errors are on the part of the transcriber and not of the original author or publisher. The exception I will note is that Sir Gunnar uses both Guthrefen and Guthreven as spelling for the one who ruled over Raven’s Loft.
A chronicler’s note: the acceptable terminology has changed in the past decades. These letters contain words that are no longer considered correct, but are maintained for historical accuracy.
Yours in Service,
Kovaks of Darkvale
Master Chronicler of the Royal Court of Chimeron`
October 992
To the People of the Realms:
While many of you are among my oldest and closest friends, I have never told you anything of my origins or my reasons for coming to these lands. However my past has caught up with me, and I would now take your leave to fully introduce myself.
My full name is Gunnar Artaec Guthrevnes. “Guthrevnes” can be loosely translated as “son of the War-Raven”. I am from Raven’s Loft, a land to the northwest of Fenmere.
This story begins with my youth. I was brought up in Raven’s Loft by Brecca, a servant of Guthrefen, my father. She told me when I was young that I was an orphan and had been brought to Raven’s Loft and taken in by Guthrefen when I was but a babe. Brecca said she had heard that my parents had been killed by Guthrefen’s guards for not paying enough taxes, and they had beaten me until their arms were so tired they could no longer lift them,... but I refused to die. The brutes brought me back to the keep, to show me to the heirless War Raven, and he chose to keep me and raise me up to inherit his lands as his son, for he was unable to continue his line. When I was young, I believed Brecca’s tale in its entirety, but as I grew older, I learned that she often stretched the truth.
Whatever my origins, my foster father’s cruel disposition led me to believe that I was indeed an orphan. Guthrefen was a fierce and powerful warlord, but I grew to learn that he was a most dishonorable and malicious man. Much of Raven’s Loft’s military strength came from Guthreven’s skillful deployment of his favorite military strategy. He would lead his forces to the site of a battle between neighboring lands and wait until the battle was gnarly over. Then he would swoop down upon what was left of the two armies and annihilate them, whether they were friends or foes, always making sure to hunt down and kill anyone who escaped from the ranks of either army. He would then strip the bodies of arms, armor, and equipment, regardless of their title or birth, and steal back to Raven’s Loft under cover of night. As far as I know, he still practices this strategy.
With the help of Brecca, I left my despised foster father and came to these lands to prove my honor and wipe the shame of the Raven’s Loft from my past. However, recently I received a demand from Guthreven to return to Raven’s Loft and serve him as his son and future warlord of his lands. I answered a sharp denial, and he returned with a challenge…
I am to journey to Raven’s Loft to fight him in honorable combat. If I defeat him, his lands are to be mine. If he defeats me, the Realms will never see Sir Gunnar of Fairhaven again. The War-Raven claims knighthood and has a squire, so in turn, my squire Myriel will join me on this adventure. I must face every encounter on the road to Raven’s Loft before anyone else, and alone. However, I bid you all come to my aid, for we may well need help finding our way, and even if we do not, you may well enjoy venturing to the land of Raven’s Loft, discovering what manner of beasts live in the wilds of that land
Sir Gunnar of Fairhaven
Knight of the Eternal flame
Knight of Fairhaven
February 993
To the foolish upstarts who claim Raven’s Hold,
You are encroaching upon my rightful property and trespassing upon lands that have been in my family for ages. I strongly advise that you remove yourselves from Raven’s Hold, the ancestral keep belonging to the heir of the lands of Raven’s Loft. The rightful heir shall soon be returning to his duties of training to inherit the position of Warlord of Raven’s Loft. If you have not ceased to be a problem by the conclusion of the Quest to Raven’s Loft, you shall be sharply dealt with. You need not worry for your lives. I assure you that I would never be so harsh as to deprive you of the eternal, exquisite, unending agony that will soon be your constant companion. Yes, friends, I shall make you immortal, though I doubt you will thank me for it.
Guthrefen
Warlord of Raven’s LoftMarch 993
To the People of the Realms,
At the first Feast of Min, I was knighted as the first Knight of Fairhaven by Dame Gil, Knight of the Realms. In retrospect I have come to the conclusion that I was inadequately squired and improperly knighted. The title of “Knight” felt as awkward next to my name as “Lady” might next to the name of a known prostitute. When the Knights of the Realms knighted me as a Knight of the Eternal Flame, I had at that point come to know my own worth and that I was indeed of knightly quality.
While squiring Myriel of the Eclipse, I have come to fully understand how to properly squire someone. In m y estimation, no Knight of Fairhaven has yet been properly squired. My squire is currently more worthy than many who claim knighthood, although she is not yet worthy of the knighthood I would bestow upon her. However, one thing is clear to me, in order to remain true to myself, and in order to bring my present and future squires into an order of true knighthood, I am leaving the order of the Knights of Fairhaven.
If my quest to Raven’s Loft is successful, I shall be founding a new land there. It shall be known as Eagle’s Rook, and an Ivory Tower on a royal blue field shall be its standard.
My loyalty stands, as ever, with the Kingdom of Valehaven, and so the Royal Eagle shall be centered on the standard. Any of my followers may remain in Fairhaven under the protection of Wulfric of Fairhaven if they so desire. They need fear nothing from me. However, any citizens or followers of Fairhaven are welcome to join me in Eagle’s Rook if my quest goes well and I indeed claim my ancestral lands.
Sir Gunnar Artaec Guthrevnes
Knight of the Eternal Flame
Heir of Raven’s Loft
Wielder of Devil’s Bane
June 993
To the People of the Realms,
Over one year ago, I was honored to be able to take as a squire Myriel of the Eclipse. She and I adventured to every corner of the known Realms, and I never once found any cause to doubt her dedication, her loyalty or her spirit. Then, this spring, my past caught up with me. The wretched cur, Guthreven, who would have had me as his heir, had me magically entrapped not long before I was able to quest to meet him in honorable combat. Word was sent to Myriel to complete the quest for me, and for Emmalcome, the Captain of the Guard of Raven’s Hold, to accompany her. Guthreven and his followers opened a gate to Faerie in the lands where Myriel and Emmalcome were departing from, they sent assassins after them and a message that I would be scalped if they did not arrive on time was delayed, making it near impossible for Myriel and Emmalcome to succeed. However, her spirit never faltered, and with the help of a few brave souls along the way, they succeeded in the quest, bringing my body back to the Realms… Myriel had not earned her Knighthood yet.
At Doomghaurd, I marshalled, and had the opportunity to observe my squire in situations in which I was not involved. On that day, she quelled the few remaining doubts I harbored about her ability to be a true Knight. Knowing that we might never emerge from Faerie, I decided that I could not lead Myriel to what might be her death without bestowing upon her the recognition that she had indeed made the transition from being a Squire to being a Knight. So, on the first day of the fifth month of this year, I founded the order of the Knights of Eagle’s Rook. Marking my assuming the role of Knight Commander and Sir Myriel’s accepting the title of Knight of Eagle’s Rook, the following oath was sworn:
I shall tread only upon the paths of honor, for a true knight knows no other way.
I shall harbor neither fear nor self-doubt, for there is nothing I cannot accomplish.
I shall be true to myself, in word and in deed, in spirit and in arms.
The Knighting of Sir Myriel is the greatest memory I have since I left Raven’s Loft as a youth and came to these Realms. On that day, I was also honored for Gael Bahn (formerly known as Shadow of the Eclipse) to accept my offer to squire him into the order of the Knights of Eagle’s Rook. I am confident that he will prove as worthy and loyal a squire as Myriel did.
With the defeat of Guthreven, I inherited the lands of Raven’s Loft. I could not bear to live with the memories of that accursed name, so I have chosen to call my newly won home Eagle’s Rook, in memory of the royal Eagle of Valehaven that once meant so much to me. Before looking for any followers I knew that my path was meant to pass into Faerie, and I could not take the responsibilities expanding my lands when my future was somewhat in doubt.
However, now that my quest to Faerie is complete, I would like to extend a word to any and all warriors whose hearts are true, whose spirits are brave, and to whom honor is a way of life, and not just a card to be kept in our hand and played when it will prove most advantageous. To you, I say that if your current paths suit not you, I invite you to join us, and I would be most honored to fight by your side, and call you my follower.
Death before Dishonor
Sir Gunnar Artaec Guthrevnes, KoEF
November 994
Eagle’s Nook: Tales & Poetry from the Land of Eagle’s Rook
I have taken refuge in the armory, to have a minute’s rest from the newest members of our country. Eagle’s Rook has grown considerably with their coming and I am happy they are here; they are just a bit hard to handle at times. I should take this time to explain the political structure of our government, so that there are no questions as to why our happy chaos has occurred. I shall be brief for I do believe I have little time
Knights - The Knights of Eagle’s Rook are the rulers of our land who make all decisions under our laws. Though all Knights have equal say, the Knight Commander has the final word on any matter. All Knights are bound by the Code (which is to tread the paths of honor, to harbor neither fear nor self doubt, and to be true to yourself in word and in deed, in spirit and in arms) which is the stem of our government. At the moment, there is only the Commander, Sir Myriel, and myself to guide our realm.
Squires - They too are bound by the Code and given close and personal instruction by their Knight. On any issue that may arise between the Knights, the Squire may voice opinion and question, but does not yet have a vote. We have no Squires right now, but that may change very soon.
Followers - A follower may either be a person who follows a specific Knight or Squire or may wish to join because of their belief in the Code. They too follow the Code, but with them the Knights are more lenient for they are learning the ways of the Code. They are given instruction by the Knights and their progress is noted. They fall under the responsibility of the Knight or Knights. If a Squire has a follower, he or she is still under that Knight’s responsibility. We have three followers. Gonf, who I hear from the Weapons Master has improved considerably (verily, I have seen it myself). Ragnar who has the spellcraft (much like my own youth, welcome aboard). and Bishop whom I hail most whole heartedly (I have seen within you and am pleased). I am content with progress on all of them and am happy with their contributions. Gonf has almost finished the East Tower and well before the snow. For Bishop I have given him my servants to govern, for a warrior must know affairs of management and of sword. To Ragnar, I have given a difficult task, which is to verse me on the ways of our residents (whom I shall write about in a moment) and to make sure they are comfortable here, for they are most welcome.
Residents - When I came to Eagle’s Rook I came as a resident, one who likes Eagle’s Rook, believes the Code is valid but wishes no part in the governmental structure. They come for our protection and, well, because they like us. They are bound by the law and are encouraged to follow the code, but are given the greatest leniency. I would like to extend my hand to the Visitant Gypsies who have come under our protection. I believe they will be a valued part of our country (I hear one of them is searching for me in the outer rooms; I had better conclude soon). Lilith and I have been close friends since their entrance to the Realms and I am glad to see them in the courtyards below. She is still the head of the Gypsies and all problems with her children should be directed to her, but I stand behind them and take ultimate responsibility. In their mischief I have seen honor and good hearts and it is for this that I am comforted by their presence here.
Any member may leave at any time for any reason, though I would hope they would talk to me or Sir Myriel as to why (we do not believe in leaving on bad tidings). Nor has any member been forced under our rule; each one of our people volunteered to rally by our standard. Our borders are open to all new members on all levels of our society (save one must be a Squire before becoming a Knight) and may choose to raise or lower their status. I admit that much more is demanded the higher you go but as I have found fom going from the lowest to the highest that it can be very rewarding.
We are some twenty five people strong now (not including the servants and peasants whom I have undying gratitude for their help and patience in our times of trouble, you bring the goodness upon yourselves and we will bring to you what you have given us tenfold). I am pleased and am looking to the years ahead with gladness in my eyes. A HUZZAH! to you all!
Death before Dishonor
Sir Pyr
Knight of Eagle’s Rook

