Perdan (Realm)/Lost/Falcion

Roleplay from Modi Jorvik (1 hour, 18 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in your realm (104 recipients)

For honour and life, I, Modi Jorvik Marquis of Ar Mosul will accept Your challenge , Falcion Wistir, Count of Woolton for no other then death. Sadly as it sounds you asked for it two times. Strenght to Us, as we are both excellent masters at the sword, it will be a loss for either one.

For your and mine honour we will see blood spilled by guidance of our Gods. May the best men win and tell the defeated why he lays down on to the Perdan soil.

Dawn draws near and both masters are gathering in Woolton castle for the duel. No mortal soul can stop this duel but tears will fall anyway.

Sir Modi Jorvik Marquis of Ar Mosul

Roleplay from Evangeline Uceek (1 hour, 15 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in your realm (104 recipients) Evangeline twisted her hands nervously, both knights were excellent swordsmen and the duel could go either way. She tried not to think of the upcoming sunrise and what might happen.

Lady Evangeline Uceek Arch Priestess of Perdan

Noble has left (39 minutes ago) Falcion was killed in a duel against Modi today. His unit, the Sworddancers has been partly converted into a militia unit. Woolton is now without a lord.

Duel Death (39 minutes ago) Falcion has suffered a fatal blow in a duel against Modi. He died quickly.

Roleplay from Evangeline Uceek (39 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in your realm (104 recipients) Noooo! =(

No, no, no, no!

Lady Evangeline Uceek Arch Priestess of Perdan

Letter from Paulus Schlottenzwiebel (18 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in your realm (104 recipients) Dear gods, and that's all there is to it. Now cracks a noble heart.

Paulus Schlottenzwiebel Count of Dimwood

Roleplay from Modi Jorvik (just in) Message sent to everyone in your realm (104 recipients)

Sunlight just touched the feet of both Lords and their secondants agreed it was time. Both gave the signal to start.

Falcion moved first at an agressive pace but Modi waited to defend the heavy blows of the Woolton Lord. Falcion nearly found a gap in his defense but a lucky move of Modi's sword could prevent an early defeat. Nearly was the blow delivered when Falcion came down with his second sword at the shieldarm of Modi. Barely held high, Modi's shield shattered Falion's sword, at that same instance Modi drew a blow to Falcion's chest from his downward position. While getting up Modi saw that Falcion was bloodily struck and fell to the ground with eyes a gaze. Modi raised his sword but saw no reaction and dropped his arm. Wearily Modi looked at the bleeding count and kneeled by his side. His heart was still pumping but after some seconds it felt more like bleeding. His fellow lord, his neighbour was dying on his own land. Modi didn't want this, he wished they were still just argueing...

Modi was helding Falcion's head in his arms. Blood was flowing on his cloathes but he did not care. Unable to speak much words, Falcion looked at Modi and he could only look back as the life was seaping away from his chest.

"Forgive me, my friend, I ...Why did it came to this ? Is it worth... " spoke Modi while holding Falcion in his arms. " Falcion said heavily breathing and with many bloody coughs " It is always worth it .... " With his last breath the Count of Woolton said " Fight... for.... Perdan, I ... did."

Modi sat with his arms around his neighbooring Lord long after the sun lit both lords with a morning's innocent. Neither was satisfied...

Sir Modi Jorvik Marquis of Ar Mosul

Letter from Shaw Torradoch (just in) Message sent to everyone in your realm (104 recipients) Lords and Ladies

It is as it should be, His honor has been preserved.

"Brave man may die, but can not Yield"

I shall morn his passing this day. Death is a part of life we may all fear it, wonder about it, risk it, but it will come for us all in its own time.

Stay the Course

Sir Shaw Torradoch Count of Brive

Roleplay from Evangeline Uceek Message sent to everyone in your realm (104 recipients) An invitation arrives printed on fine small parchment with a heavy black border:

Yourself and family are invited to attend the Funeral of Lord Falcion Greenleaf, at his late residence in Woolton, from sunrise.

Lady Evangeline Uceek Arch Priestess of Perdan

Roleplay from Magnus Solarin (just in) Message sent to everyone in your realm (104 recipients) Magnus was seated in his solar, going over accounts, chamberlin reports, blah blah blah, the usual drudgery associated with runing a large townsland region. The millers were into it with the fisherman again, about them wanting to string nets across the river thereby decreasing the flow downstream to the mills. Daft fools, even a half-brained Viking knew that nets had holes in them for a reason. With a sigh he pushed the accounts and petions away and began to rumage through the morning news and missives. Just then Blen, his faithful and long lived scribe, walked into the solar with his head bowed. Magnus glanced up and asked, "Whats the matter you old coot, someone die?"

"Uhem, yes Sire...I...you should..well here!" With that Blen laid the scroll on the desk and hurriedly turned and left the room.

Magnus picked up the scroll and breaking the seal began to read. As his eyes wandered down the page he shot straight out of his chair and then after just a few more lines he fell back into it as if the very bones in his legs had gave way.

I can't believe this...Modi and Falcion dueling to the death? What were they thinking?" Magnus thought to himself.

Magnus remembered Falcion as he was when he first met him, a young Knight, quick to anger, quick to fight for honor's sake, but just as quick to forget the slight after honor had been met. Magnus grieved for a friend and Shield Brother, but rejoiced that he had died with a sword in his hand! If anyone deserved a place in the Golden Hall it was Falcion! Taking out a jug of Norland Select Reserve Mead and getting his wedding horn off the mantle Magnus proceeded to toast his friend into the next world and himself into painless oblivion for a few hours.

Magnus Solarin Marquis of Bescanon

Letter from Willjr skulls (just in) Message sent to everyone in your realm (104 recipients) im am sorry to say that those who knew Falcion he died in a duel till the death against Mordi a member of Perdan

Willjr skulls (Knight of Partora)

Roleplay from Maelg Vallejo (1 hour, 11 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in your realm (103 recipients) Maelg reads the notice of Falcion's death and drops into his chair, tears running down his face.

I wish it was Modi that had died, his arrogance and traitorous actions have caused the death of one of Perdan's greatest champions. Maelg thought to himself.

"Sir" Breck breaks Maelgs train of thought from the doorway, "There's a letter from Evangeline, notifying everyone of Falcion's funeral. Will you be attending?"

"Stupid question Breck, of course I will be there. I'll need some proper clothes for it though, send for a tailor."

Maelg continues to stare into the fireplace remembering his (then) young friend standing on the very walls Maelg now commands, the wind blowing his cloak and hair away from his body. Even then, you could tell Falcion was going to be a great man, a damn shame it was cut short.

Sir Maelg Vallejo Duke of Perdan

Roleplay from Modi Jorvik (just in) Message sent to everyone in your realm (103 recipients)

Modi let go of Falcion's body when his region councellors took him to honour his remains. Modi did not look back to Falcion but left for Ar Mosul to grief in silence of his own estate. He would come back to pay his last respects soon.

While riding away he noticed his hands. Their were not cleaned yet, dust and dark blood stuck into the lines of his palms. He did not say it outloud but he got blood on his hands, noble and good blood. Modi thought of how it came to this. Why did noone stopped them in this insanity. No, Modi thought, it wasn't insane, it was inevitable. Along the way rain was falling and when Modi looked at the sky it was turning dark en red with the setting sun clouded by sheer rain. His hands were soken but cleaner.

No doubt he would recieve, yet again, letters of malcontent even angry ones. But it would not turn his mind around, that was not why he killed Falcion on the field with drawn swords. It was a duel of honour and the gods spared him. Modi found no confort in it...

Both were wrong but neither stand down, both believed in their cause, both would have died for it. A tragedy as it undoubtly was with his father Thorad, whoshared the same faith as Falcion. Modi raised his horn to the sky and spoke his first words since the morning : May they life forever !

Sir Modi Jorvik Marquis of Ar Mosul