Riva Silverblade

She was told she could never be a knight. So she became a legend. Riva Silverblade trained in secret, slew dragons, wielded the dragonlance, and carried Solamnic honor from Ansalon to Taladas. This is the story of the Knight who proved courage has no limits. You can see readings of all DC Dragonlance comics here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-ZMN0IxDq3QY9hD0rB8n4JIETH-Czi8k https://youtu.be/0KQlpZ5t2KQ Transcript Cold Open In every age, there are knights born to banners… and there are knights who must carve their place into history with blood, steel, and unyielding will. This is the story of Riva Silverblade— a woman who defied tradition, challenged destiny, and proved that courage recognizes no gender, no station, and no age. Intro Welcome to another DragonLance Saga episode. My name is Adam and today I am going to talk about Riva Silverblade, Knight of the Sword. I would like to take a moment and thank the DLSaga YouTube members and Patreon patrons, and invite you to consider becoming a member or patron, you can even pick up Dragonlance media using my affiliate links in the description below. I am referencing the Dragonlance DC Comics, Dragonlance Campaign Setting sourcebook and the Price of Courage adventure module for this information. If I leave anything out or misspeak, please leave a comment below! Discussion Riva Silverblade was born Riva Silvercrown in 332 AC, within the cold stone halls of her father’s ancestral castle. Lord Silvercrown was a respected noble—firm in tradition, immovable in his beliefs—and like most of Solamnia, he believed knighthood was a path reserved for men. But from her earliest years, Riva dreamed of becoming a Knight of Solamnia. She watched tournaments from the battlements. She listened to tales of Huma Dragonbane and Vinas Solamnus. And though denied sword, shield, and saddle, she trained in secret—practicing with stolen weapons, learning footwork and form until she was certain she could surpass many of her father’s sworn knights. In 344 AC, Lord Silvercrown hosted a tournament within his own keep. Disguised and unrecognized, Riva entered. She defeated every challenger. When the victor removed her helm and revealed herself, the hall fell silent. Her triumph was undeniable… and so was her father’s fury. Though humiliated, Lord Silvercrown refused her knighthood. So Riva resolved to earn what tradition denied. Seeking to prove her worth, Riva learned of a raid by Dark Dwarves upon Neidar merchants and rode to intervene alone. She was captured. Bound and helpless, Riva was offered as a sacrifice to a White Dragon. But her father, tracking her trail, arrived at the dragon’s lair. Together they fled as the cavern collapsed around them—stone shattering, flame roaring, death close at hand. In the chaos, the dragon was impaled upon Riva’s battle standard, dying amid the falling rock. Riva returned home not as a knight… …but with her father’s respect. When Riva’s courage was again questioned, she climbed a mountain in search of a dragon’s egg—an act few dared attempt. She fell into a dragon’s nest… and into a secret older than nations. There she encountered gnomes, holding dragon hatchlings captive in pursuit of treasure. Riva chose the hatchlings. She fought beside them—and was recognized by a Bronze Dragon as a dragon-friend. But the time was not yet right. Bound by the Oath of Neutrality, the dragon erased her memory of the encounter. Only her courage remained. In 351 AC, Riva was rescued from hobgoblins by a young warrior named Sturm Brightblade. Their journey led them to a Temple of Majere, where Riva met Vandar Brightblade, Sturm’s uncle and a monk of deep conviction. When the Blue Dragonarmy descended, the temple was annihilated. Only Riva and Vandar survived. From a hidden shed, Vandar revealed a weapon of legend—a dragonlance. Their path led to Castle Silvercrown, where betrayal awaited. Riva’s brother Marik revealed himself as a Sivak Draconian, murdering, taunting, and mocking before Riva struck him down—only to watch his body twist into her own likeness as he died. That night, Riva and Vandar shared the same dream. Lord Soth. Takhisis. And Temptation. Riva raised the dragonlance against the Dark Queen herself. When the Dragonarmies attacked, Riva struck down a red dragon—but was no match for Kitiara uth Matar. Vandar died shielding a child. The dragonlance was taken. And Fizban revealed the truth: Riva had wielded a false lance. The real one had never been lost. By the time Riva stood before the minotaurs of Nethosak, she was no longer merely Riva Silvercrown. She was Riva Silverblade— Knight of the Sword, champion of Paladine, and voice of Solamnic honor beyond Ansalon’s shores. Even when alliances failed, her resolve did not. Summoned by Fizban, Riva was cast across the world to Taladas, a land broken by war and forgotten by gods. There, she slew a blue dragon, opposed traitorous minotaurs,...