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.

Roleplays

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)