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The House of Greywatche


Artevan Greywatche

Former Chancellor, Banker and Supreme Judge of Plergoth, Former Marshal of the Defenders of Plergoth


The eldest and thus far most accomplished of the Greywatche clan, Artevan began his career in Tara, the home of his family which resides in Andurus to this day. After serving under James and General Lister he grew restless and tired of the Tyrant Jonathan's ways and went off to search for a new calling.

A devout follower of the teachings of Daishi, he served as a mercenary for a time in the Darkan army. One day he received word from a fellow member of the order, VonGarrett, whose messengers brought tales of a wonderful realm where the teachings of Daishi could flourish and spread. Artevan saw the opportunity to finally settle into a homeland he felt a part of and quell his wandering heart.

Shortly after arriving there was great upheaval in Plergoth. Valhallla the Mad Court Jester attempted to lead a rebellion. It failed, but a portion of the realm was taken hostage by the traitors and is held to this day in their claws.

After serving as Minister of Finance and Leader of the Defenders of Plergoth, Artevan was elected to the Chancellorship of the land he served. After stepping down he was elected as the Supreme Judge and fought valiantly in many battles against Vlaanderen and Kthon during the Plergothian Civil War. Artevan had sworn to bring the cowardly traitors to justice, most specifically Valhalla, and free the people of the Northwestern lands of Plergoth from their tyrannical rule.

In a failed assault on Reeds, his arch nemesis Valhalla challenged Artevan in a duel to the death. Heroic to the end, he wounded Valhalla, but was killed in this fight. His memory serves as a reminder of freedom and democracy and the spirit of the true Plergoth.
~Older brother of Bayemon, cousin to Aravan and Artemir

The Death of Artevan Greywatche

(OOC: The following RP differs from what was posted by the player of Valhalla and is my own accounting of the death of Artevan. I will not get into why our accounts differ.)

Artevan strode from the forest approaching the city of Reeds having accepted the challenge of Valhalla. Finally the moment and opportunity was upon him; the chance to bring Valhalla to task for the many crimes he had committed against the lands and people of Plergoth.

Valhalla was waiting silently at the statue of Appalat along with one of his men that Artevan did not recognize. He had caught sight of High Marshal Vigil and a sortie of men at times on the edges of the forest. Obviously they had no love or trust of the Supreme Judge, but his unit had been wiped out almost to the man in the ill timed assault on the city barely hours before. 38 wounded men lay in the healers tents, not that Artevan would have brought them anyway.

Valhalla looked quite regal in his kingly attire and dueling armor, Artevan had to admit. The man cleaned up nicely when needed. Artevan could barely suppress his smile though as he imagined jingly belled curled shoes on the man. Even in the gravity of the moment, Artevan could not disguise his amusement at that thought.

Valhalla called out to him in a clear voice filled with the confidence he always displayed. "Artevan Greywatche, Supreme Judge of Plergoth, ha, so you were brave enough to show up after all."

"Now now Valhalla. Did you really think your challenge would go unanswered? I have ever looked for the opportunity to serve due justice against you. I see you brought company?"

"My commander is enough of a witness to spread the story of your death to the ears of those in Plergoth. Of course, High Marshal Vigil is around here somewhere I’m sure, he may even take a fancy to what we are doing but I doubt it, he is busy killing those snipers you have hiding in the trees."

"Please Valhalla," Artevan chuckled. "If you took Fiorello's jest in seriousness, you are more gullible than I believed, and if you believed I would even allow such a thing then you simply prove what I have known all along; you have no idea how to measure a man."

Valhalla chuckled deeply, allowing the barb to slide off.

"Oh, I know how to measure you Artevan. And I will show you some respect, after all, this is your final hour."

Artevan's demeanor began to harden as the moment for battle was growing near. The lightheartedness was passing now, as he knew what he was about to face.

"We shall see Jester. You see, your challenge was accepted and met. And one must have honor to deserve honor. Valhalla, you deserve none, you have earned none and will be given none. You’re a rebel, a traitor and you skulk around as a blight upon this continent and you know it. That is why you torture nobles and conspire in the darkness.

Snakes like you must be met and dealt with and never allowed to brandy about unchallenged. They must be faced at each and every opportunity and brought to task for the evils they bring upon this world.

Win or lose, this duel will change nothing. Valhalla you will reap what you have sown, be it today or a year from now, you will get what you deserves…. a shallow unmarked grave."

Valhalla’s smile was practically a sneer at the Supreme Judge.

"Well, I hope when my death does finally come it will be half as painful as having to stand here and listen to you ramble on. Your words are hollow to me; you and the scum that reside in Plergoth are poison, an infestation that needs to be exterminated. I already have your beloved general locked up in my prison and your chancellor wounded within my realm…. now it’s your turn, they were not strong enough to defeat me, they both tried and failed. So no more words, now is the time for fighting, draw your sword coward!"

Artevan drew his sword and circled Valhalla. Val remained still with his hand on the tip of his blade.

"You will regret the day you issued me a duel Valhalla. It is time to answer for your crimes."

The snicker that played across the clearing echoed into the tree line.

"Pray to what gods you have Artevan, you will soon be in the underworld with them!"

Artevan charged at Valhalla. Valhalla drew his blade and blocked Artevan’s attack. Artevan was not at all surprised. Rumors of how much training Valhalla had done over the years was quite commonly know, and Artevan expected no easy time in killing his arch nemesis.

Valhalla went on the offensive now with a few quick strikes up and then low, trying to unbalance Art. An opening in his defenses gave Artevan what he thought he was looking for and he lashed out to take advantage, only to find his blow parried and a sneering Valhalla laughing back at him madly,

"Is that the best you can do 'Mr. Supreme Judge'? Have you nothing further to offer me before I dispense you?"

Artevan moved at Valhalla again, striking out with some of his best blows. Valhalla’s eyes betrayed him as it was obvious he did not expect such sudden aggression or the speed with which Artevan worked his blade. But while he pushed Valhalla, there was no opening as Artevan had tried for. Valhalla's skill was indeed something to not be taken lightly.

The sweat on his brow betrayed his words as Valhalla tried to play light and distract Art with taunts.

"I was expecting a little more from the Supreme Judge of Plergoth..."

Artevan pressed the attack, spinning his sword and charging at Valhalla once more.

The swordfight had raged on for what seemed like an eternity. Artevan had faced some of the best, including Geoff of Kthon, but so far no one had matched the skill of Valhalla. His muscles beginning to ache, fatigue setting in; Artevan knew he either had to press the attack now to its fullest to score a killing blow or else Valhalla would slowly eat away at his defenses. They were closely matched, but Valhalla's dedication to the sword was obvious now and while both were quite skilled in swordplay, Valhalla's moves were coordinated the same every move, every stroke, every twitch. The difference was consistency. The opening would not come easily in Val's defense.

Artevan felt a gamble could win him the duel and he feinted to left with a stroke that appeared much harder than it was and he charged in close. That gave him exactly the opening he had wanted as Val moved to block, but Art rolled his blade over and thrust. His blow scored a hit! Valhalla’s eyes widened a little as the blade touched home in his left shoulder! Artevan had found the chink in Valhalla's swordplay... or so he had thought.

The feeling of warmth and wetness on his belly began to dawn on Artevan. Valhalla's skill had proven true. He intentionally left himself open for the shoulder blow in order to thrust how own blade upwards into Artevan's chest. A spray of feelings came across the dying Judge now. Anger that he would not complete his sworn oath, disappointment that he had not lived up to the challenge of meeting his mortal enemy on the battlefield and regret knowing he would now not see Reeds liberated or Plergoth re-united under a democratic banner. He knew this would happen, but he would not be one of the men leading that charge to free the people of the central lands.

Valhalla quickly pulled his blade from Artevan's chest allowing him to sink to grass beneath him. The ground was cool on his face. Much like the grass of his youth in Andurus... much as when he and Bayemon used to play in when they were young.

As the vision began to leave his eyes and he felt the call of another land he whispered the words he had said since his youth... the battle prayer he had recited everyday before entering war... he now whispered it for the last time with his dying breath...

"Lo, there do we ... see our fathers... Lo, there ... do we see our ... mothers... Lo, there do we see our sisters ... and our brothers... The line ... of our people back ... to the beginning... They ... do ... call to us ... to take our places... Where ... the ... brave ... live ... forever ....."

And with that last prayer, so passed Artevan Greywatche from these lands.


Aravan Greywatche

Haruspex Maximus of Plergoth, Duke of Creasur


Aravan and his twin brother Artemir look exactly alike. Stood side by side, their own mother many times had difficulty in telling them apart, so striking was the resemblance. As personalities go though, they could hardly be more polar opposite.

Aravan was always the more studious of the two, but in what would seem a conflicting trait of this type he was fiery and passionate throwing himself into everything he did with great vigor. Be it his time as a priest of Daishi or his current role as a buerocrat keeping the realm running, Aravan approaches everything he does with an almost reckless abandon. He is quick to anger and does not easily forgive offenses to him, his family or his realm brothers.

He served under one of the East Continent's greatest Generals, ][osferatu, in battles against Fontan, Sirion and Ibladesh. Once peace came however, he grew restless in peacetime. For the first time in his life he left the side of his twin brother to answer the call of his cousin, Artevan.

Moving to Beluaterra, Aravan arrived just as the rebellion began and the succession of the city of Reeds. He served in the army under General Kelrond in the hopes of re-establishing the realm that has been torn apart by war.

Following his heart he joined Daishi as a Priest and wandered the lands preaching the word of his beliefs. With his dear cousin, Artevan, killed in a duel with the evil Valhalla, Aravan has once again taken up the sword in the place of his cousin and sworn to being Valhalla to justice for his multitude of crimes. Elected Supreme Judge he has replaced his cousin in hopes of finishing what Artevan had begun.

Following the reformation of the government into a Theocracy Aravan was appointed Haruspex Maximus and also took on the responsibilities as Duke of the capital city of Creasur. In these roles he has continued to serve the Armored Gods and his realm through the dark and troubling times that have seen Daimons run rampant across the continent.
~Twin brother of Artemir, cousin to Artevan and Bayemon


Artemir Greywatche

Knight of Plergoth, Marshal of the Defenders of Plergoth


Artemir and his twin brother Aravan look exactly alike. Stood side by side, their own mother many times had difficulty in telling them apart, so striking was the resemblance. As personalities go though, they could hardly be more polar opposite.

In contrast to his twin brother Artemir is a simple warrior at heart. He has never had the patience for studies or the gift of words. When pressed to it he can perform any task, even if need be those of a scholarly pursuit, however he is much happier with a sword in his hand and a foe to face.

Originally he was a true tag along. Even though younger only by minutes, he still played the roll of the younger sibling, following Aravan wherever he went. When Aravan took up a sword and shield and headed off to make a life of adventure and glory in the Perdan Army on the East Continent, Artemir followed suit.

Serving nobly in the war against Fontan, Sirion and Ibladesh Artemir fought with great courage besides his brother against a much superior force. When Queen Evangeline made an effort to sign a peace treaty and save Perdan from being wiped off the continent by a vastly superior foe, that is when the brothers for the first time in their lives finally clashed.

While Artemir supported the treaty as a chance to rebuild, Aravan would have rather died than surrender no matter the odds. In the end the Peace Treaty was signed and peace came to the realm of Perdan.

When a call came from their cousin, Artevan, that help was needed in Plergoth, the brothers stepped separate ways for the first time in their lives. Heeding the call of battle, Aravan left for the far off land hoping to again earn glory and honor on the battlefield.

Artemir, however, could not bring himself to leave his beloved Perdan. It had become home to him, and the idea of walking away from the fight he had put forth when he knew he might be needed again, was too much to bear.

With Peace however, can come restlessness. The death of his cousin Artevan brought a messenger from his twin brother. Artemir debated for many days but finally chose to answer Aravan's call and join him in his battles in Plergoth. In his days there he has proven as true as the rest of his family and now proudly carries the banner as Marshal of the Defenders of Plergoth defending the realm against the ilk of enemies such as Vlaanderen, Kthon and the Undead Hordes that have been known to walk the lands.
~Twin brother of Aravan, cousin to Artevan and Bayemon


Bayemon Greywatche

Former Baron of Falens


Bayemon, the youngest of his generation of Greywatches, served as Knights of the lands of Abington at the beginning of his career. While young and inexperienced, his singular drive and clarity of his role for the future pushed him to train harder than any that came before him. Although his days in these lands is nowhere near the length of time of his brothers or cousins, he has exceeded all but perhaps his cousin Artemir in the skills of swordplay.

He eventually found his calling, journeying to the South West Island, and pursuing a career on the war island. His service earned him the Baronship of Falens and made his name well known in those lands. Bayemon was killed in the battle of Endellee fighting for what he believed in. While young in years, his accomplishments were no less important during his days and the family honors his memory every July 4th, commemerating the death of the young Baron.
~Younger brother of Artevan, cousin to Aravan and Artemir


Cire Greywatche

Knight of Perdan, Member of the Perdan Lions


The first of the 'next generation' of Greywatches, Cire has only recently entered into service and taken up the calling of the armies. He was unsure what path he would take in life as he was entering his adulthood. He felt his path was chosen for him, however, once he received word of his father Artevan's death. Every bit his father's son, Cire is singular in drive and clarity of his vision to live up to the family legacy his father set forth.

After a short start in Sirion he moved to join the realm of Perdan where his father's cousins had served in the past, replacing Artemir as the latest Greywatche noble to stand on the wall in defense of that great home.

While his feet have only begun to trudge down the path of what he hopes one day will be a greatness worthy of his father's heritage left to him, his commitment to the ideals of his father and the religion of Daishi is every bit worthy of the family name already.

~Son of Artevan, nephew to Bayemon, second cousin to Aravan and Artemir


Bay Greywatche

Baron of Eledrir


Son of Bayemon, Bay took up his father's sword in teh name of the family on the South West Island. Throwing himself immediately into the thick of combat Bay quickly has earned a reputation as a warrior and a knight.

Serving under Duke and Generl Neel, Bay helped cross deep into Ikalak territory and push the boundaries closer to Sandalak's final victory. He led several successful raids into enemy lands, doing major damage to the financial and military infrastructure of their opponent.

Having already made quite a name for himself with his honorable service, Bay was appointed Baron of Eledrir, earning a title above noble faster than anyone else in the family ever has.

He continues to stand strong for noble Sandalak and fight for their ultimate victory.

~Son of Bayemon, nephew to Artevan, second cousin to Aravan and Artemir