RPs of Hadron, Og, and Urtagoth from Morek Empire

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Hadron arrived at the banquet hall in Nifelhold late in the day, barely before sunset. That didn't bother him, as he knew that Margrave Zhukov had already procured the banquet hall. News of Eveira's secession had only reached him half an hour ago, when he had arrived in the city. It was quite a surprise, even more than her abdication of the throne.

He supposed that all this meant that the planned months-long party in Nifelhold wasn't really needed any more. the exile was lifted with the abdication. But with all the arrangements having been made already, it would be a shame to have them go to waste. Hadron entered the banquet hall, calling out for Zhukov.

It was only seconds later when a servant approached him, informing him that Margrave Zhukov had already left, and in fact had been spotted leaving the city headed east.

"Left the city?!" Hadron exclaimed. "Why would he do that? He was supposed to meet me here for a party."

Galbraith stepped forward. "M'Lord, the Margrave mentioned in his letter that he was traveling to join Grandmistress Eviera in her new realm. He doubtless is headed there."

At that moment, the door behind them crashed open, and a dwarf mounted on a pony came galloping into the banquet hall, chased by at least a dozen baying dogs.

Hadron stared after them. "Well, damn. Now what am I going to do with the dwarf?"

"You did promise the men a party, m'Lord. And since you already paid The Mighty Kurlock for the show..."

"I suppose you're right, Galbraith. Go invite the men in. No sense letting all this food go to waste."

The dogs cornered the dwarf, who crashed to the floor. As the dogs piled on, the dwarf cried out: "Not the toes! Not the toes!""

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In the government sector in Nifelhold, in the dark of the night, a dwarf rode a pony through the streets. If anyone had been around to hear him, they would have heard him muttering to himself. It went something like this:

"laugh at me, will they? ... mumble mumble ... they will pay, oh yes they will ... mumble mumble ... "

After riding for a while, the dwarf stopped in front of an important looking building.

"I'll show them to mess with me  ... mumble mumble ... "

The dwarf swung a leg over the pony to dismount. When his foot touched the ground he gasped in pain, and nearly fell over. Only his frantic grip on the pommel of the small saddle kept him upright. He froze in place for a long while, desperately afraid of being seen.  After a minute of standing frozen in place, he slowly let go of the pommel. He leaned over and adjusted the bandages on his feet, adjusting the padding to cover the sore parts.

"My poor toes, oh my poor toes ... mumble mumble ..."

The dwarf made his way to the door. Once there he quickly and deftly picked the lock, barely slowing down to do so. He quietly opened the door and slipped inside.

"They will rue the day they ridiculed the great Kurlock!"

And with that, the dwarf was gone from sight.

A few seconds later there was a thump from the dark inside the building.

"Gah! My toes, oh my poor toes! Owwwwww...."

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Upon Hadron's arrival in Nifelhold, the guards at the gate informed him that the city guard had requested he call upon them at their headquarters. They could not answer his questions as to the reason. They only knew that the request had been made.

With much grumbling about the inconvenience, Hadron altered his plans and made for the city guard headquarters. When he arrived and introduced himself, he was quickly passed along to the on-duty watch captain.

"Margrave Hadron, thank you for your coming. I apologize for the necessity, but we had a situation yesterday, and I think that you can provide some information that could help us out quite a bit."

"Of course, Captain, I would be glad to help the city watch in whatever capacity you require."

"Thank you, Margrave. The situation is this: A day or two ago, a man was apprehended breaking into the city offices. Specifically, the election offices. We don't know what he was doing there. We found a fake ballot in his pocket. It had your name on it. He won't tell us why he had it. We suspect that he was attempting to somehow interfere with the recent election for Ordermarshal. Do you know anything about this man?"

"Are accusing me of attempting to commit voting fraud, Captain?" demanded Hadron.

The captain of the guard held up his hands, in a placating gesture. "No, no, Margrave! Not at all. You weren't even a candidate in the election. That's what makes this incident so inexplicable. Were you seeking election, then perhaps there might be some suspicion. But that is most definitely not the case."

"Then why did you call me here, captain, if you don't think I had anything to do with this?"

"Well you see, Margrave, I have heard that this man was in your employ some days ago. Some say you even brought him to Nifelhold with you."

Hadron's eyebrows drew together in puzzlement. "I don't recall hiring any servants of late. Who is this man?"

The captain of the guard held up a parchment and read the name to make sure he got it right. "He calls himself The Mighty Kurlock."

"Kurlock... the pony-riding dwarf?!"

"Aye, Margrave." The captain replied. "He is a dwarf. And we did find a pony outside the building he broke into."

"Why, he's just a jester I hired a few days back to put on a show for my men. He is not conducting any business in my name."

"Well, my men discovered him while they were investigating some loud crashes noises in the building. It turns out his feet were heavily bandaged, and he kept running into things in the dark. When my men found him he was laying on the floor, clutching his toes, and crying. All we can get out of him is something about dogs and his toes."

"My only business with this dwarf was concluded several days ago, at the end of the show he performed for my men. I have had naught to do with him since."

"Very well, Margrave. I thank you for your time."

"Of course, Captain. What will you do with this 'Mighty Kurlock'?"

"I will have my men toss him out the gates. He didn't really cause us much trouble, all told. But we'll make sure he knows he's not welcome back."

"Can you do me a favor, Captain? Let him keep his pony, will you? He was a fine jester, and that pony is well-trained for him."

"As you request, Margrave."

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"Grandmaster, are you sure about this?"

"I am Bon. Morek has outlived its purpose. How can we, Morekians, call our realm an empire when it only has 8 nobles. This is for the good of the northern land. I must split Morek to bring it back alive later. But for now, we must split and go our separate ways. There is no other way I am afraid."

"Your greatness. This will mean the end of yet another pillar of our holy faith."

"It no longer is strong enough to bind the falling empire. Sanguis Astroism is no longer our holy faith. All religions will be retreated equally within the lands of our fair Morek. Those who do not agree can leave and form their own realm as they see fit."

"I am sorry, your greatness, but more I hear from you, the more crazy your plan sounds like."

"That is because you are a short sighted fool, Bon. A commoner like you will never understand my noble intention. Now tell my men to get themselves ready to move. We are going to Muspel."

"But your greatness. The road is no longer safe. Your former vessels may come for your head if we leave the walls of Nifelhold."

"Why would they come for my head when I released all of them from their binding oaths? They should be grateful not resentful!"

"But you just destroyed their beloved realm for your crazy plan!"

"For their own good!"

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In the misty mornings, Hadron rode the hired coach through the nearly deserted streets of the city of Freke toward the docks. At the docks he would board a ship for the short trip across the straights to Aegir. He would miss the city. Though he had only been here for a week, he enjoyed it. There was a lot of history here. It had been possessed by a few realms over the years resulting in the blend of many cultures. Unlike many other cities in the region, such as Unterstrom, Freke had mostly escaped the ravages of war. Because of this, you didn't just know that this city was old and cultured, you could see it, and feel it.

The coach rattled along over the cobbles. The many hooves of his escorting cavalry troops followed along behind, their tack and harness making a comforting, if somewhat loud, sound that was soothing to his cavalryman's ears. With all that, he didn't even hear the approach of the fast-riding messenger until his troopers called out the challenge. Nor could he understand the ensuing conversation that ended with the courier galloping off through the streets.

There was an immediate rap on the door of the coach. Hadron lifted the shade, saw it was one of this guards, then opened the window. "M'Lord Hadron, a courier has informed me that a deputation of the local officials wish to meet with you before you depart. They have set up a meeting at the customs office near the docks. Will you grant their petition?"

"Of course, captain. We are in no great hurry. I don't see any reason to deny their request. I do think the timing is a bit awkward. We've been here for a week, and they wait until we've practically got one foot on the deck of the ship before they request an audience? Well, like I said, we're not exactly in a hurry here. Go ahead and inform the coachmen of the new destination."

"As you command, m'Lord."

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The customs office was the typical government office. It was sturdy and serviceable, but the stonework was very ornate. The engraving over the entrance dated the construction back to the early years following the foundation of Corsanctum. The mark of the Bloodstars was quite prominently displayed, though somewhat worn by time.

The deputation consisted of about a dozen officials. They ranged from constabulary functionaries to palace officials all the way up to prominent, but minor, nobility. Getting right down to business, they outlined the lack of noble leadership of the city, the chronic inattention of the Astrum government, and the way that Astrum had to call in foreign troops to help defend the city from invasion. In short, they were tired of it and wanted a change. And it just so happened that someone with prominent noble lineage was right here, in their city! With some research, the Indirik family claim to city could easily be established. There would, of course, be a small expense associated with the research, but that wasn't an issue.

After discussing the matter for a few hours, Hadron agreed to their proposal. The documents were signed. Ribbons attached. Wax was poured and stamped. It was all quite impressive. They assured him it was quite official and legal.

When it was done, the senior official handed Hadron the official seals of office of Freke. "Congratulations, Duke Hadron, Margrave of Freke. May your lordship be fruitful and peaceful."

And with that, it was done.