In pursuit of justice regarding a perceived slight, Karibash ka Habb, Duke of the Dark Mountains, Margrave of the Shrine of Seeklander, Marshal of the Twilight Wardens, Marquis of Aquitain, Last King of Everguard, Sovereign of the County of Forguthrie and all its Holdings, Vassal of the Vasilif of Astrum challenged "the knave" Duke Thomas of Greyhold to a duel to the death.
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Finishing his letter, he sets the quill down. It is to be sent to someone north. He sighs, then starts stretching his shoulders. They ache. But today he will kill or be killed. A suitable death for the great warrior of old. But he has no intention of dying today.
His eyes glaze over as he begins to chant in Toren. The Stars above him provide him wisdom, but the traditions of his people will give him strength.
In the mountains we call home,
There lies a people strong and old.
Built on steel and broken bone,
We sit upon our granite throne.
War our life and chaos our soul,
We crush the weak and take their gold.
Our god is dead we've lost our home,
Far o'er the salty seas we roam
The Stars above they brighten our path,
But in our heart still lies the wrath.
Our will ne'er breaks so long 's we breathe,
Our friends will die but we shan't grieve
Broken steel and broken bone,
We all return to the granite throne.
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Thomas Greyson, Duke of Greyhold, Baron of Balance's Retreat meets his challenger Karibash ka Habb, Duke of the Dark Mountains, Margrave of Shrine of Seeklander for the agreed duel till death.
Karibash has decided to use the 'trick moves' strategy while Thomas has chosen the 'defensive' strategy, giving Karibash the advantage.
The duel runs its course, until Karibash delivers a fatal blow. The healers carry Thomas away, seriously wounded but still breathing.
They meet at sundown. Karibash has long prepared for this moment. His eyes burn with a rage. Hate. The bloodlust of the Toren. He wears on his heart a pendant of his people. Overtop that a gambeson filled with horse hair, then chainmail, and finally plates on his torso, shoulders, and front of his arms. Though there are wide gaps in his plate armour, it is lighter than even the cheapest chainmail. His breeches are padded with hardened leather and scales of steel. He wears no helmet. His face is a maze of scars, his grey beard neatly trimmed, and his head freshly shaved. He has a shield and a sword. The shield is wooden and round. The Saxons told tales of how he was the son of Tor and that his shield arm was unbreakable; the tales were never proven false.
As he approaches the agreed upon site he notes many minor nobles and heralds bearing the banners of major nobles. The Old Toren duels the young Solarian.
A scribe speaks, but Karibash does not hear him. His gaze is fixed. He sees the target.
The duel begins and Karibash marches forward. The coward Thomas is being defensive, sword raised to parry. So let him parry. Karibash feints a lunge and as Thomas goes to parry his sword is slapped by the shield. Karibash sees terror through Thomas's helmet. It pleases him. They trade blows. Karibash though old is swift. His shield is unyielding and his sword swings come tantalizingly close. Karibash laughs. This is easy. Then he roars and as Thomas flinches he kicks him in the chest sending him sprawling to the ground. Karibash laughs again. Thomas stands up, now visibly shaking, but still cautious. But caution will have no use against the master. Leaving his armpit open while he swings his shield, Karibash beckons Thomas strike. And so he does. A lunge towards the armpit of his shield arm is met with the flat face of the shield coming up and in a flurry of movement Karibash has hacked deep into Thomas's kidney, cracked his helm with the shield, but his swing to remove Thomas's head deflects off the shoulder, instead wedging into the helm. Thomas falls to the dirt, mortally wounded but breathing as his second runs over waving his arms. Karibash removes his sword and shakes his head as his second, Edward, comes to help him with his armour. Karibash calls out loudly for all heralds to hear:
"The coward can't even die properly. Defeated by an old man, discredited in his homeland, the only way to prove that he has a shred of decency left would be for him to end his own life!"
And so was the coward Thomas Greyson defeated by the elder Karibash ka Habb, Duke of the Dark Mountains.
