Barek Family/Baldrick

Much to the dismay, and even shame of some in the family, a young turd of a man was discovered to be of noble birth. And so here is his story.

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Roleplay from Baldrick Barek   March 1, 1011
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Different faiths had different ideas on what constituted 'Hell', but Edmund suspected that they all were somewhat like the last two weeks that he'd spent on a cramped ship with his new Lord and all of his belongings. 

No one had been more shocked when a long forgotten record book had revealed that a fellow named Baldrick was in fact the fourth son of Sir Nestor of House Barek. Though the patriarch of the House was less than pleased, and immediately made arrangements for the newest lordling of the house to be mantled in the house colors, given a signet, and then immediately placed aboard a ship bound for another continent. 

Edmund's own ancestors included noble lords, and even a King, but had fallen low, and lost not only its land, but also its claim to nobility. And so in a perhaps ironic twist of fate, he found himself in service to Sir Baldrick of House Barek. 

"What have you got there, Baldrick?" asked Edmund as he struggled to pull a cart with their belongings away from the pier. 

"Sir Baldrick," he absently reminded Edmund, for the eighth time today. 

"Its a letter to the nobles of Sornon! Nobles are always exchanging bits of paper with each other." he said brightly, unfolding the paper to reveal a very crudely drawn castle, with some poorly drawn horses around it. 

"Sirion," he corrected absently. "Bal.... Sir Baldrick, are you aware that letters generally contain some letters, as well as words?" 

Baldrick pursed his lips and grimaced at the drawing in his hands. "Ah hm, I hadn't really considered that..." 

"You can't write, can you?" 

"Oh no! My mum always said that writing was for lords and kings, not grubby washboys!" 

"I am sure that she did." replied Edmund. "Well, Sir Baldrick, we have a solution. I shall write your letters for you." 

Baldrick brightened. 

"It is customary, My Lord, that scribes are paid in silver. I believe that the fee is typically in the neighborhood of one silver piece per word." 

Baldrick opened his coin pouch and looked inside, jingling the contents. "If you say so." 

Sir Baldrick of House Barek sighed happily. This was working out quite swimmingly. He twirled the family signet ring and kicked at a rock on the cobbled pathway, as Edmund struggled behind him with the baggage cart. 

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Letter from Baldrick Barek   March 1, 1011

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My esteemed Lords and Ladies of Sirion, 

It is with great honor that I announce that the finest and bravest minds of Dwilight have seen fit to share one of the nobles of House Barek. 

Sir Baldrick is a unique nobleman, the likes of which you will not find upon this continent, or any other, thankfully. 

As the asylums are full, Sir Baldrick eagerly seeks a Lord or Lady to whom he can swear an oath of fealty. 

Yours. 

E.B. 

on behalf of

Sir Baldrick Barek (Noble)

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Roleplay from Baldrick Barek   March 2, 1011

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Having secured lodging in Lissambar the previous night, Sir Baldrick and his entourage managed at least a few hours of sleep in the wee hours of the morning. 

"Good morning!" chirped Baldrick. 

"Wrong on two counts, Sir Baldrick. It is neither good, as I would only call this day as good as a plate full of day-old suspicious looking sausages, nor morning, as it is in fact already noon." Edmund replied casually as he cast open the curtains. 

"Which oath will we accept?" Baldrick inquired. 

"An excellent question, My Lord," replied Edmund, as he crossed to a small table by door, and picked up a single piece of paper. "Allow me to list our offers of oath and estate, Sir." 

He paused for a long moment, then dropped the paper to the table. 

"Yes well, now that we're done with that..." Edmund finished. 

"What? No offers? What's on that bit of paper then?" responded Baldrick, crossly. 

"Oh that?" his servant retrieved the paper once more. "The Judge of Sirion finds it curious that Sir Baldrick speaks in third person. And who can blame him?" 

"In who?" asked Baldrick. 

"In third per-" Edmund interrupted himself and glanced at Baldrick. "Oh nevermind. What he means is that he hopes you will send along your plans for the next large castle building project. I am sure that your skills as an engineer will be in quite high demand." 

Baldrick grins. "Oh good! Because I have a cunning plan!" 

"I am sure that you do, Sir." 

"You see, if they built the castles underground, then no one could throw rocks at the walls." 

"I will begin writing immediately, Sir."  Sir Baldrick Barek (Noble)

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Letter from Baldrick Barek   March 2, 1011

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Noble Lords and Ladies of Sirion, 

Apologies for the previous letter, which elicited a bit of confusion. 

I am in fact seeking to provide my assistance to a Lord or Lady of the realm, by negotiating an oath and managing an estate. 

I am hopeful that any interested parties will contact me shortly. 

PS - I am completely literate, and able to write letters - let any who say otherwise be trampled by an angry musk ox. 

Signed, Sir Baldrick Barek 

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