The Knighthood was founded on a dream, a lofty one. The goal was a chivalrous order of knightly warriors serving the Empire by defending its holdings. It was a noble dream, and like all such dreams, it begins to erode in the hands of people. Ideas are perfect. People are not. People corrupt ideas. Further, ideas are simply ideas. The harsh world of reality illuminates the failings of these ideas. When these raisons d'etre fail to accept reality as it is, they must either adapt or break.
I don't know what doomed the Knighthood. I only know that those hallowed halls are now closed and Aldrith is silent and absent. But, I have followed several of my brethren to a new organization, one not founded solely on ideals, but upon goals firmly based in the real.
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