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One might assume the Postknights began with heroic tales of rescuing damsels, taming beasts, and vanquishing evildoers to restore peace to Prism. But contrary to one’s expectations, the organisation had far humbler beginnings—rooted not in glory, but in romance, friendship, and chance.
It all started with a retired knight from Whitebeard Village, Deneb Whitebeard, who helped a friend—a love-struck Aldorian mage named Altair. When Altair was exiled from Quivtol, allegedly for being romantically involved with an Aegle noble, he refused to stay separated from his lover. Ever the kind-hearted man, Deneb offered to brave the Silbere Mountains and serve as their messenger, delivering letters between the star-crossed lovers in secret. It was not long before word spread of a knight who could battle through monsters to deliver mail across vast distances, and soon, Deneb was delivering letters for others as well. He came to be known as the “Postal Knight”.
Over the next decade, the demand for Deneb’s postal services surged. But Deneb—growing older and frailer—could no longer handle the rising requests alone, so he began training the people of Whitebeard Village. These recruits became the “Whitebeard Postknights”. In time, the name “Whitebeard” was dropped, and the Postknights grew into a full-fledged organisation.
Following the Postknights’ 1836 AA expansion across the Spine, the organisation rose to prominence after establishing branches in Regalle, Sagacia, the Helix Grand Bazaar, and Dev’loka. With a reputation for speed, discretion, and unwavering reliability, the organisation remains the top choice for mail delivery across the Spine. Now, their training halls are overflowing with new recruits—Human, Aegle, and Wyord alike—all hopeful for the chance to become a Postknight.
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Once a cosy border town nestled between Kurestal and Quivtol, Whitebeard Village was aptly renamed Maille following its conversion into the Postknights’ official headquarters. Though some families from its Whitebeard days still reside in Maille, the town is now largely inhabited by Postknights. Maille now serves as a bustling base of operations, complete with academies, training grounds, markets, dormitories, and its most iconic landmark—a castle perched atop a hill, where the bulk of Postknight operations are carried out.
Since the Postknights’ first cross-border branches were established in the nations of Quivtol and Helix, Commander Cassandra has been working tirelessly to expand the organisation and establish branches—ranging from small kiosks to buildings outfitted with anything from infirmaries to training yards—across high-traffic cities and towns in Kurestal. These branches allow Postknights to work more efficiently and respond to emergencies more swiftly.
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Spatial Scrolls, more familiarly known as Knightmail, were the invention of the Human mage Altair. Not much is known about these scrolls—not when they were first discovered, nor how they were created—as the creation process is a closely guarded secret kept by the Postknight organisation. Upon closer observation, it appears these scrolls work by accessing pocket dimensions.
Items—especially perishables—that are placed in the scroll emerge as fresh as when they were first stored. Living things, too, appear unchanged—completely unaffected by the passage of time. A Human prisoner who had been transported via scroll from Caldemount to the Wastelands Outpost—which would later become the Helix Grand Bazaar—described the experience as instantaneous. He claimed that it felt like only a second had passed: one moment he was in Caldemount, the next, he was stepping out into the Outpost.
Many have attempted to replicate the Spatial Scrolls, but to no avail. It is likely that the Postmages—Postknight mages stationed at Aldor College—would know the recipe for creating them, since they are the ones tasked with studying and developing the Scrolls. But the Postmages have remained tight-lipped on the matter.