D'Arricarrère Family/Morlock

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Morlock moved to Atamara in his late teens, and established residence in the realm of Caergoth. He has served in the armies of Strength and Valor, and been quite vocal in the concerns of the nobility.

For speaking out loud his beliefs, he was kindly asked to leave the Duchy of Ser'quea by Duchess Aaliz, being invited by Duke Kindel to serve in the Duchy of Riverholm.

He was insulted by the fellow knight Carmine Calanar, who repeatedly and purposely dropped the noble epithet while addressing him after being warned not to do so, which ended in Sir Morlock defying Sir Carmine to a duel to death, which the latter avoided by fleeing north to Tara. A referendum was made in Caergoth, and further ignoble behaviors like the one Sir Carmine presented were declared illegal and punishable.

For his loyal service to King Merodak Von Igelfeld, Morlock gained the lordship of the imperial region of Barnlure and the Generalship of the realm. During the Helmsdale secession, while he was negotiating the peaceful return of the rebellious duchy back to Caergoth, Morlock learned about a soon-to-be-traitor noble, Ousgar Baranof, but failed to report him to the realm authorities, in order to avoid troubles in the negotiations. His cousin, the loyalist Duke of Riverholm Kindel Baranof, learned about this fact, and for the offense taken against his family he challenged Morlock to a duel to death.

The Duel

Roleplay from Kindel Baranof

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General I need to have a word with you. Duke Kindle gets close to Morlock and begins whispering forcefully next to him... you catch very little of what is said... but you do catch the word "disrespect" as Kindle points directly into Morlocks chest.

Kindel Baranof (Duke of Riverholm, Ambassador of Caergoth)

Roleplay from Kindel Baranof

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Kindel leans in and begins speaking quickly and sharply towards you. "General, I dont know who you think you are, you are certainly showing disrespect to the Queen by your choice of words! You have already lost much of my respect for your most recent actions and that may have a lot with how I read your attitude towards the Queen. But frankly, I do not care any longer. My anger with you and your purposeful disregard to my family's honor has come to a point where we are at a cross road. In order to settle this affair of Honor between you and myself I will publicly challenge you to a duel shortly. Make your self ready Morlock. As I am a priest, I cannot fight, and will call upon my right as a Duke to call for a champion in my stead. (OOC: priests cant duel)" With that Kindel turns and leaves.

Kindel Baranof (Duke of Riverholm, Ambassador of Caergoth)

Roleplay from Kindel Baranof

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You catch something about "family" and "honor" before Kindel turns to leave.

Kindel Baranof (Duke of Riverholm, Ambassador of Caergoth)

Roleplay from Morlock d'Arricarrère

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Morlock stands still while Kindel speaks to him, staring at him in the eyes. When Kindel is done and leaving, he answers loud and clear for everyone around to hear: "I do not know what disrespect to the Queen you talk about, but I accept your challenge. I shall meet your champion in Ash'rily!"

Morlock d'Arricarrère (Grand Marshal of Caergoth, Viscount of Barnlure)

Roleplay from Kindel Baranof

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Kindel had reached Ash'rily. The duel was scheduled to take place once the opponent reached Ash'rily the next day. Kindel had long been a priest of the Hammer and it had been even longer since he had last wore his armor. It was much to snug, particularly about the waist line. It had been far to long since Kindel had actually had to wear any armor nor perform any sort of combat exercises. He had last wore the armor as the Vice-Marshal of the Armor of Courage years ago. It still bore the old rank sewn onto the lapel. Kindel rubbed it fondly recalling his exercises he ran his men through over and over again. Remembering the precise movements and flow from memory. Looking down he saw that his body had responded to the memories on their own accord. It seemed that the muscles remember the call of battle better then his own memory did. They seemed energized by the memories and heighten in response, as if they longed for the strain. Yet still the sword felt awkward in his hands. Kindel thought upon his past exploits in battle. None of them truly fitted to how he felt now. He stopped his exercises that had been drilled into him and respectfully sheathed his sword. “This is not who I am now” he remarked. “I have long been a devout follower of the Hammer and will ever remain so. Take my sword and armor back to Riverholm. I will not need them.” “I have placed my faith in the Hammer, and will continue to do so now” He picked up his warhammer. It was a simple yet functional warhammer. Though it was worn it had been well cared for. It was his holy symbol and a sign of his faith in The Way of the Hammer. In Kindel's hands it was an extension of who he was spiritually and physically. Looking at his warhammer Kindel marveled at how he knew the story of every scratch and mar that was made on his hammer from it's creation till now. He knew the balance and could “feel” the spirit of the hammer as if it was part of himself. “I shall use you, faithful hammer. You truly represent who I am now.” Sitting with is hammer in his lap Kindle began to chant a prayer to the Gods if they so see fit to listen. “May I strike my foe with the might of Thor and see the battle through the eye of Odin the All-father. May our battle-sweat run thick and hard. May it please the gods to see me carried by the Valkyries to Odin's halls of Valhalla. Until then I intend to show good of myself and fight like my fathers before me and their fathers before them. I will make my ancestors proud and be glad to stand tall to fight by their sides in the battle for Ragnarok. Tonight I revel in Freyja's call and seek merry company. The bars shall run rich with gold tonight and not stop till dawn.”

Kindel Baranof (Duke of Riverholm, Ambassador of Caergoth)

Roleplay from Morlock d'Arricarrère

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Camping at Yacon, Morlock was sitting alone in a trunk a little far away from the camp, his figure mostly concealed in the dark. He was looking at the fireplace where his men were gathered, though without a particular focus. The men knew about the death duel he had been challenged to, and decided to respect his desire for solitude. They tried to distract themselves and enjoy their time without worrying too much about the uncertainty of the future, but their Lord's state of absence of mind was starting to worry them. Morlock while looking at his men was considering how far they had go. They were not many, less than three dozens, but they were highly experienced, hardened by battle and very united. Their training made them more reliable than larger less-prepared troops. But Morlock had a particular problem in his mind: his dueling weapon. He had not been born in Caergoth, and his realm of birth favored different weapons than his realm of choice, the one he was in now. He had been raised to wield swords and lances in a mount, but never to handle such heavy and clumsy weapons like the ones the men of this land were used to, and it would not be appropriate to bring his short sword to the duel, in the same way a spear would not be the right weapon for this hand-to-hand combat. He fixed his gaze in one man's equipment: besides the large bow made from fine wood and bone his archers carried a thin short-sword, a small and unobtrusive buckler and very crude and light mix between javelins and spears. This melee weapons were last resources, used to stall the enemy and allow a safer retreat, not for offensive combat. A very light armor made of leather and a little silk helped against arrows, but would be of very little use against enemy infantrymen. He and his men were simply not tailored for this kind of combat he was going to face. Morlock stood up and slowly walked to his tent. Reaching it, he weighted his purse and counted the coins, more as a ritual than for actual worry about the money. He would need to find a good weapon in Ash'rily, and learn how to better use it fast. There was no time for custom made items, but he knew a couple of very good smiths who he trusted could give him something of substantial quality. Maybe a mace with large spikes or good axes, anything he could use for cutting or stabbing, instead of simply bludgeoning. His slim figure benefited more technique over raw strength.

Morlock d'Arricarrère (Grand Marshal of Caergoth, Viscount of Barnlure)

Roleplay from Morlock d'Arricarrère

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Arriving in the streets of Ash'rily, Morlock left his troops in an unusually luxurious inn and headed for a known smithy. A few words exchanged, and he was taken to the back of the store, where an impressive display of weapons. Walking among them Morlock saw one he found particularly interested in. "Hand me that one", he ordered the attendant. "The Billhook?" asked the smith with a confused semblance, and hearing no further confirmation he reached out and gave it to him. While Morlock weighted and wielded it, the smith continued: "ts' not the most noble weapon m'lord... It comes from the peasant farming tools..." "Shut up. You were not asked." Morlock was examining the weapon: a short staff for a handle and a long lance tip, with hooks and a curved-towards-the-end blade, giving it the impression of a hybrid between a short lance and a battleaxe. Morlock gave a thrust of the tip into the air, hurled the blade part into another imaginary target, twisted the weapon to use the hooks and pulled it back. Satisfied he told the smith: "I want the handle shorter, I am not fighting a horseman." Silently the smith went to work. Morlock grinned, for he had found his weapon.

Morlock d'Arricarrère (Grand Marshal of Caergoth, Viscount of Barnlure)

Report from Bloemfonetaein's Reyjkovik Draekarne

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Morlock d'Arricarrère, Grand Marshal of Caergoth, Viscount of Barnlure meets his challenger Kindel Baranof, Duke of Riverholm, Ambassador of Caergoth for the agreed duel till death. Kindel has decided to use the 'neutral' strategy while Morlock has choosen the 'defensive' strategy, giving Kindel the advantage. The duel goes as planned, then badly for Morlock. He suffers several slight wounds, then a final, fatal blow. The healers hurry, but they are too late. Since there was a bounty out on him, Kindel gladly collects. Kindel, although the winner, also received a serious wound.

Bloemfonetaein's Reyjkovik Draekarne (Lord)

Letter from Rob Kenwood

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Caergoth, Let us take a moment to reflect on today's events between Lord Morlock d'Arricarrère and Duke Kindel Baranof. The duel has been expensive for Caergoth. We have lost the Lord of Banlure and an Imperial Knight in Lord Morlock, who was killed in the duel. The Duke of Riverholm and Ambassador of Caergoth, Duke Kindel has been seriously wounded. Duke Kindel will undoubtedly be on the mend for some time. Let us pray to the Gods to take Lord Morlock into their arms and hold him in eternal bliss, and to allow Duke Kindel to heal from his serious injuries quickly. Caergoth's loss this day will not be forgotten. In blood and sweat,

Rob Kenwood (Knight of Riverholm)

Letter from Beremond Ryan

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Fellow Nobles of Caergoth, What do you seek by fighting? Does the spilled blood of Caergoth nobility cause flowers to bloom? Anything that diminishes our realm gives our enemies reason to rejoice. I grieve the death of Morlock d'Arricarrère.

Beremond Ryan (Viscount of Yacon)

Letter from Severus Scarlett

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Lord Ryan, While I cannot pretend to know what Lord Kindel's grievance was with the Lord of Bamlure, it is surely futile to suggest that any one of us would set aside a matter of honor so serious as to warrant a duel to the death simply because the Crown needs warm bodies to fight its wars. There are those who know Kindel better than I, but in the time I have served Caergoth, I did not always agree with him, but I certainly did not see him as the sort to go right to dueling when crossed. Even if Caergoth loses much, the Crown permits such duels, and therefore we must respect both their occurrence and the outcome.

Severus Scarlett (Lord)

Letter from Celeste Deytheur

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Then perhaps we deserve an explanation so we might understand whether the slight on Duke Kindel's honour was serious enough to deprive us of our Grand Marshal. Which will no doubt only throw our military and the defence of our realm into more of a shambles, if that was possible.

Celeste Deytheur (Dame of Monagle)

Letter from Bloemfonetaein's Reyjkovik Draekarne

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Dame Celeste, Both parties agreed it was suitably sufficient to have a duel til death. It is not our place to question or complain. Honour goes beyond mere convenience.

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Roleplay from Kindel Baranof

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A grumble of slight curses came from a nearby room, followed by groans of discomfort. The healers were just finishing their change of bandages on a particularity prominent fellow under their care. This did not stop a messenger determined to bring news to his master. The sight of his injured master, Duke Kindel, saddened the messenger. To see his master in such shape was difficult, not to mention the unsightly affect of the fresh wound across his once pleasant visage. The Billhook used by Morlock during the duel had came down across his face and taken his left eye. Leaving the eye useless. The eye had been Kindel's payment for the gamble of a swift hammer blow to the side of the skull of Morlock, ending his life quickly. Morlock had been swifter in combat thanks to his youth, but Kindel's wisdom in being able to read the flow of battle won the upper hand in the end. Honor on both sides had been restored. Now he only needed to rest and heal the damage from the duel. The messenger looked at the pile of papers stacked neatly before Kindel. Kindel had much to read and many letters required his attention. For a brief moment the messenger thought of simply leaving his grace undisturbed but needed to ensure that his grace heard the news Kindel was sure to deem as urgent.

Kindel Baranof (Duke of Riverholm, Ambassador of Caergoth)