Lapallanch Family/Hernfelk/Hernfelk's Roleplays IV

Chapter 3.1

Roleplay from Hernfelk Lapallanch   (just sent) Message sent to everyone in your realm (53 recipients) After returning from his patrol, Hernfelk entered an old keep of Ar Mosul used to be used as a stronghold but now used as the marquis's manor. There were cracks on the walls of the hallway leading to the marquis's room. An old butler greeted Hernfelk before the marquis's room. Butler-"Sir Hernfelk of Lorient. It is an honour to see you, Sir. What can I do for you?" Hernfelk-"Let us skip the obvious greetings. I would like to become a knight of Ar Mosul to serve Marquis Ercc. I think I can serve our kingdom better by helping a recently occupied region." Butler-"But aren't you already serving Count Khodym?" Hernfelk-"Does Marquis Ercc need a knight or not?" Butler-"Uh-" Hernfelk-"Just go ask him, old man." Butler quietly opened the door and entered the room. After a few minutes of waiting, the butler came out from the room. Butler-"You may enter, Sir." Hernfelk-"Mary wait here. Ahem." Hernfelk stroke his neck a few times before entering the room. The room was disorganized with books and furniture. When Hernfelk looked forward, he could see a desk in front of a big window. Behind the desk, he could see an old noble busily writing something on a piece of paper. Hernfelk-"Marquis Ercc. It is an honour to see you in person." After spending some time to talk to the marquis, Hernfelk was knighted as a knight of Ar Mosul. Hernfelk kneeled in front of the marquis as Ercc tapped his shoulders with a sword. Hernfelk-"Thank you, my liege. From now on, I shall protect your honour like mine, your land like my home, and your orders like the king's. I shall shield you and your chosen with my life, strike your enemies with all my might. May gods bless you in the coming days, my marquis!"

Chapter 3.2

Roleplay from Hernfelk Lapallanch   (just sent) Message sent to everyone in your realm (53 recipients) Hernfelk ordered his men to gather peasants to hold a welcome ceremony for him. Some of his men immediately opposed the idea. Mary-"Sir. You can't be serious about this. You didn't ask for a ceremony when you became a knight of Lorient. Ar Mosul is nothing close to Lorient. The region has been recently occupied! People still dislike us, hell they probably hate us." Hernfelk-"Mary. I will be a knight of Ar Mosul for years to come. Peasants need to know who they are serving. They need to be reminded they only serve four people. The king, the duke, the marquis and myself. What am I suppose to do? Sneak into my estates? I never heard of a knight sneaking into his own estates to avoid peasants." Mary-"Sir. If you make the peasants prepare your ceremony, they will have to work all day." Hernfelk-"I know. They will probably going to starve for a day. It is just one day. They are not going to die from not eating for a day." Mary-"Sir-" Hernfelk-"Damn it. Stop! I am sick of you. Nora!" Nora-Yes, Sir!" Hernfelk-"Go ahead of the party and get the ceremony ready before we arrive." Nora glanced Mary for a brief moment and saw Mary shaking his head. Hernfelk-"You, too? Tom!" Tom-"I will get the peasants ready, Sir!" Tom quickly rode ahead of the group to reach the estates. As Tom disappeared over the horizon, silence fell upon the party. Hernfelk showed his anger by forcing Mary and Nora to carry Tom's belongings.

Chapter 3.3

Roleplay from Hernfelk Lapallanch   (just sent) Message sent to everyone in your realm (53 recipients) Just before he arrived in his estates, Hernfelk heard about the tournament in Westmoor. Hernfelk-"I will join the ceremony after the tournament. Let peasants work until I return." Mary-"Wouldn't it be wise to cancel the whole ceremony, Sir?" Hernfelk-"No. Mary. How many times do I have to tell you the ceremony is necessary. You will never understand why. I am not asking you to understand the reasoning behind the ceremony. I am telling you to follow my order. You do not need to understand anything about it." Mary-"Yes... I understand." Mary answered with a straight face. Hernfelk-"Nora. Make sure to remind Mary if he forgets his job. Eric, you will accompany me to the tournament. Bogus, go with Mary and Nora. Help them with the ceremony." Hernfelk left Mary, Nora and Bogus behind with Eric to join the tournament. As Henfelk disappeared from their sights, Mary let out a heavy sigh. Nora and Bogus gave him gentle patting. Mary-"I am sick of him." Nora-"Except Tom and Eric, we are all fed up with him." Bogus-"I was never mentioned before." Mary-"What?" Bogus-"Don't know why I said that. Ignore what I just said. Ahem. Yeah. Maybe we should contact his cousin?" Nora-"If you have the guts to do it, go ahead." Bogus-"Never mind." Mary-"Sigh. Let's go. We have a ceremony to prepare."

Chapter 3.4

Roleplay from Hernfelk Lapallanch   (just sent) Message sent to everyone in your realm (53 recipients) Hernfelk and Eric stopped at a small lake before riding farther. Hernfelk walked around the lake to get firewood while Eric was building a tent. The lake was surrounded by tall trees and bushes making it harder for Hernfelk to find good firewood. He gathered what he could find around the lake then returned to Eric. When he came back, Eric had just finished building the tent. Hernfelk-"These are all I could find around the lake. Didn't want to go into the bush and get ambushed by some monster." Eric-"That should be enough, Sir. I will make a warm stew right away." While Eric prepared their supper, Hernfelk lay down on the grass and looked up in the sky. It was a moonless night with only stars filling the sky. The scent of life, the smell of grass more like, filled Hernfelk's lungs as he breathed deeply. The heat from the fire warmed the right side of his body while a cool breeze cooled his left. When the stew started to boil, Eric put his wooden buckler on top of the pot. Eric-"The stew will be ready soon, Sir." Hernfelk-"What stew is it?" Eric-"It is a Partoran Bacon Stew, Sir." Hernfelk-"The Partoran Bacon Stew?" Eric-"Yes, Sir. The Partoran Bacon Stew." Hernfelk-"Trying to make it sounds fancy now are you?" Eric-"No, Sir. Partorans really do have a bacon stew. They just do not eat often unless they are outside of the city. I can't guarantee the taste but it is better than just eating bacon and black grain bread." Hernfelk quietly nodded. Eric removed the buckler from the top of the pot to stir the stew. Then he scoopped the stew in a wooden bowl and gave it to Hernfelk. Hernfelk-"It isn't great but edible. No wonder Partorans don't eat this often." The two of them talked about the march from the city of Perdan to the city of Ibladesh. Travelling through the plains of Brive and Mulhouse to marching over the mountains of Eldoret and Ar Raqqah. Losing a few men to some strange starvation disease. They talked until the fire started to be die. Eric-"I wonder if Tom is doing with the ceremony." Hernfelk-"I have no doubt Tom is working hard to get the ceremony ready before I return. I am worried about that peasant sympathizer Mary and Nora. Those two have been rather rebellious." Eric-"Well some of us are just from rich merchant families or descendants of noble families no longer nobles." Hernfelk-"He hates Caligus like any other Perdanese soldiers but I wonder if he will spare Caligusi peasants if he meets them in battle." Eric-"I am sure he will show no mercy to your enemies, Sir. If he shows mercy, that will get him killed one day. I almost died once." Hernfelk-"What happened?" Eric-"I spared a little kid once and he stabbed me as I turned my back on him. I managed to dodge his spear and cut his throat but it was close." Hernfelk-"Hah! Served you right. I haven't seen Mary sparing anyone. I hope he doesn't." After sleeping for a couple hours, they continued to ride toward the tournament ground in Westmoor.

Chapter 3.5

Roleplay from Hernfelk Lapallanch   (just sent) Message sent to everyone in your realm (53 recipients) When they arrived in the city of Westmoor, they could see excited peasants talking about the tournament. Hernfelk tried to pay attention to the names of skillful opponents. Most of nobles who revealed their skills were from either Sirion or Westmoor. Once the names started to repeat, Hernfelk and Eric rode off to the tournament ground. He could see over forty tents spread around outside of the tournament groud. Some nobles were busy cleaning their armors with spits while others were busy swinging their soldiers. The tent site was filled with the smells of horse dung and sweat. It was awkward to see so many people breathing in the filthy air. Hernfelk-"I really can't stand the smell of this place. It is just disgusting." Eric-"Well, Sir. Every participant of the tournament must build their camps here. Or else, you will be disqualified." Hernfelk-"Why do they have such a stupid rule?" Eric-"I have no idea, Sir. Why don't you forget about the smell by drinking some Westmoorian ale and wine? I saw a tavern just outside of here." Hernfelk-"Good idea. I think I will only stay here to sleep. It is going to be a horrible night." As Hernfelk entered the tavern, he could see a familar sight, drunkards and borken tables. Some nobles were sleeping in the corner of the tavern while some were pouring ale into their mouths like today was their last day. Hernfelk-"Dear gods, what is going on here. Are these people here to drink or to win a tournament?" Hernfelk sat in the corner of the tavern close to the bar. An old man approached him behind the bar to take his order. Tavern Master-"Hello, Sir. I am guessing you are from Perdan? I am familar with the emblem of the Lions. What can I serve you?" Hernfelk-"Do you have any good ale or wine?" Tavern Master-"We got some ale from Eldoret just yesterday." Hernfelk-"I had that a couple weeks ago. Anything else?" Tavern Master-"How about the last bottle of Sultanese Red Grape? It is a bit expensive but it is the last of its kind." Hernfelk-"I will take that. I already like the sound of the wine."

Chapter 3.6

Roleplay from Hernfelk Lapallanch   (just sent) Message sent to everyone in your realm (53 recipients) The Sultanese Red Grape had a refined taste. It was enough to make Hernfelk feel generous about sharing the wine with Eric and others. One glassful of it made Hernfelk feel somewhat happy. The second glass made him feel sleepy and the third comepletely knocked him out. Eric decided to carry Hernfelk back to the tent after drinking one more glass of it. At the end, soldiers of the city carried them back to the tent and dumped them there. When Hernfelk woke up, he could not move an inch from where he was lying because he felt like throwing up. The world spun around him. Hernfelk opened his mouth to call for Eric when Eric's face appeared in front of his eyes. His eyes were still closed and his mouth was full of something, something Hernfelk did not want to know. Everything moved very slowly from that point on. Hernfelk could see Eric's mouth slowly opening with a terrible sound coming from deep inside of Eric. Hernfelk tried to close his mouth but Eric's grips were too strong. He watched helplessly as the gate of hell opened and demons flooded out of it into his mouth.

Chapter 3.7

Roleplay from Hernfelk Lapallanch   (just sent) Message sent to everyone in your realm (53 recipients) Hernfelk left the tent with Eric, who had two bruised eyes, to eat real food, at least better than just being edible. There was a big market close to the tournament ground selling all kinds of food purchasable only in the city of Westmoor. Hernfelk enjoyed a well cooked salmon dish with sweet apple sauce. After the fantastic meal, they headed to the tournament ground to exercise and prepare for the tournament. Hernfelk spent last two days drinking and puking. He needed to practice and improve his swordfighting skill. The tournament ground was filled with people watching nobles busy practising. Some nobles were showing their skills in front of the crowd. Hernfelk walked to the corner of the ground to loosen up his muscles. Eric-"Why don't you show them how skillful you are, Sir?" Hernfelk-"Do I have to make another blue spot on you somewhere?" Eric-"I will just keep quiet, Sir. Sorry to disturb you."

Chapter 3.8

Roleplay from Hernfelk Lapallanch   (just sent) Message sent to everyone in your realm (53 recipients) Eric-"Sir. Sir Henrik will be wearing a dress to dance with Sir Nathanial of Oberndorf." Hernfelk-"I always thought he was an awkward person but never thought he was a cross dresser. I guess he has decided to show his true nature to everyone in the tournament. From now on, if we have to see Sir Henrik you will stand between us, Eric. I don't want that man coming too close to me. Never know if he will ask me to dance with him." Eric-"But Sir. What do I do if he asks me?" Hernfelk-"Accept it and just dance with him. As long as I don't have to dance with him, I am fine." Eric got goosebumps just thinking about Sir Henrik in a dress. Hernfelk-"It would be interesting to see a knight in a dress, Hahahahahaha." After a good laugh, Hernfelk went back to cleaning his armour. The armor looked quite old. He inherited the armour from his brother Osilok, who died in Arcaea. His brother Duregal joined Arcaea to investigate on Osilok's death but he ended up in Arcachon. He hasn't heard from him since Arcaea's attack on Enlod. Eric-"Are you ready for tomorrow, Sir? There are over eighty nobles in the tournament. You are youngest among them." Hernfelk-"I am pretty confident I will do fine, Eric. Too bad I didn't have to time practice more." Eric-"I will finish cleaning the armour. Why don't you get some sleep, Sir." Hernfelkk-"Wonderful. I will see you tomorrow then."

Chapter 3.9

Roleplay from Hernfelk Lapallanch   (just sent) Message sent to everyone in your realm (53 recipients) Many nobles failed to swing their swords properly in the first round. Too many people spent too much time drinking too much alcohol in the tavern and most did not recover in time to fight in the first round. Hernfelk failed to advance to the round two. He lost to Sir Ian the Dark. At least he did not lose to some clown ears from Sirion. He spent the rest of his tournament watching others fight. To his surprise, his cousin Zakilevo managed to advance to the round three. Eric-"Look, Sir. It's Sir Zakilevo." Hernfelk-"Damn it. Hope he loses. I can't believe he is in the round three. Damn Westmoorians. Why did they have to match me with another noble from Perdan. Cowards. That is what they are." The match looked pretty even until Zakilevo miss swung his sword and lost the match. Hernfelk and Eric laughed as Zakilevo shook the hand of his opponent and left the arena. Hernfelk-"That was pretty pathetic. Losing a match after missing a swing. At least I didn't lose like that." Eric-"Sir Ian the Dark probably tried not to embarrass you, Sir. No one wants to anger nobles from their realm in a tournament." Hernfelk-"I guess you are right." At the end, a Westmoorian noble won the tournament. Unfortunately, No one from Perdan went near the first prize. Hernfelk-"I hope Tom managed to finish preparing the welcome party." Eric-"Don't expect anything grand, Sir. They are peasants after all."

Chapter

Roleplay from Hernfelk Lapallanch   (just sent) Message sent to everyone in your realm (53 recipients) After returning from the tournament, Hernfelk attended the welcome ceremony Tom prepared for him. Peasants lined up along the road which led to where a manor used to be standing. As Hernfelk rode along the road, peasants threw flowers - mostly local nameless flowers- at his horse's feet. Hernfelk rode slowly to see the faces of the peasants but most of them lowered their heads as soon as Hernfelk's gaze landed on them. Satisfied by the reactions of the peasants, Hernfelk gently pressed the sides of his horse with his legs, making his horse walk faster. When he arrived where the manor once stood, he found a small wooden house. Tom, Mary, and Nora welcomed him and Eric as they unmounted from their horses. Tom-"Welcome back, Sir! I heard about the tournament." Hernfelk-"You only heard about the winner probably. I didn't even make it to the second round. Met another noble from our realm in the first round and lost." Tom-"I am sure you will do much better in the next tournament. It was your first one anyway, Sir." Hernfelk-"True. By the way, you did a fantastic job organizing the welcome ceremony, Tom. You will be my butler from now on." Tom-"Really? Thank you, Sir. I will do my best to assist you." Hernfelk-"Eric. I will put you in charge of my men. Mary, you will deal with the peasants. Nora, help others if they need you." Eric/Mary/Nora:-"We will do our best." Hernfelk-"I will be leaving Ar Mosul to recruit more men. Eric, prepare to go to the capital with me." Eric-"Yes, Sir."