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Henry de Hemillion

"I am not a pretender. I am a TRUE Bretonnian."

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a character in “Life in Bretonnia”, as played by Saxious

Description

Name: Henry de Hemillion
Nicknames/Alias: The Merciful
Age: 34
Race: Human

Title: Knights of the Realm.

Appearance: Sir Henry is 183 cm tall (6 feet), with brown hair and goatee. He always wears a chainmail with a tabard with his family heraldry. He has a well build body with a small wine belly. Scars from various weapons can be found on his body and takes a personal pride that all but one of his scars are at the front.

Personality: Henry is not too different than the other Bretonnian noblemen. He sees himself as superior compared to his people and he is short tempered when he feels the peasants are purposefully being stupid with him.

He is known to order public beatings whenever he feels that someone has done something wrong, and he is sure to let everyone know when he is displeased with something. Be it small, or be it obvious, Henry will be sure to point it out…At the end of a whip!

Heraldry: A per bend shield with dark red and blue with a white seahorse

Family:
-Camilla de Hemillion (Mother)
-Maria de Hemillion (Younger sister)

Equipment: A typical outfit that Henry would wear would be a chainmail, covered by a tabard with his family heraldry and his sword is always by his side. A strong leather belt with a pouch to keep a few coins in is a typical sight, though not a must.

When he rides into battle he wears much more protection. He proudly wears his armor and shield, both decorated with his family colors and symbol while he is armed with his sword, a dagger and a lance. He brings with him a horn that sounds out a deep, rumbling call for whenever he needs his men at arms to push harder. Henry takes it very serious that the horn is not blown at the start of a battle, for else it he believes it will “Loose its effect.”


Mount: Henry rides a black War Horse that he has named Nightrunner. He loves his horse as much as any Bretonnian Knight, and sometimes sleeps with his horse whenever he is on the march.

Lands: Henry’s lands are near the ocean. His keep is located on top of a cliff that oversees the village port below. Woods take up the majority of the remaining land, allowing the peasants to built fishing boats.

Gold: 1’000 Gold coins, 1’046 Silver coins, 13’000

Castle: Seaward Keep.

Village: The village has its own market where merchants and fishermen come to haggle, sell and buy goods. There is a fishing port where the fishermen have their boats and are counted (twice a day). Furthermore a blacksmith is also present in the town though he serves in between working on steel and fishermen boats.

Popularity: Henry is not some ‘upstart’ who lied, cheated and dishonorably rose to the position of a knight. He was born and raised a ‘true’ nobleman and would look down on anyone who is not like him.
He prefer to have an iron grip around his peasants, if they ‘step out of line’ then there are harsh consequences. He likes to make examples out of people, though if the crime is deemed severe enough, then heads are found on spikes.

The most memorable event was when his cub bearer tripped and spilled wine over his chainmail and tabard. Henry stood up and looked on the pleading boy, “You and two of your friends will throw yourself off my cliff. If you do not, your family, and their families will suffer while you look on.”
Needless to say, three dead bodies were found that same day, appearing to have jumped off the Seaward’s cliff. Ever since the Nobles dubbed him for Henry ‘the merciful’ as any other nobleman would have had their families murdered for such a crime.

He keeps a surprisingly low tax for foreign merchants to come through his port. Those with contracts find the bureaucracy friendly and easy, while those who doesn’t can suddenly find themselves in a hard position to suddenly leave without paying a few people…

Important figures:

Lukas | Servant & Bodyguard: Where Henry is tall Lukas is short and wide. He is a typical sign of the peasant inbreeding as his torso is almost as wide as two men and his arms are thick like trees and he walks with a peasant slouch. The man is a complete idiot, but he worships like a battle pilgrim and does anything he asks. He is most often seen in his chainmail, armed with a Vougue, an axe and a shield.

Thomas Gilles | Steward & Advisor: He is old and filled with wrinkles. He comes from a family whose every firstborn son or daughter has been honored with serving with such a position. They are taught how to read, write and deal with numbers under the straight law that no other than the firstborn may learn this, the punishment is most severe if it is broken.

Michael | Yeoman Warden of the Militia: Michael is the captain of Seaward village’s militia. It is a position only granted by the Knight and he decides the trials the candidates must complete.

Laura | Apothecary & Accused Witch: Laura is a fisherman’s wife and while she is not an official apothecary she knows how to use herbs to deal with basic fevers and blisters. Thrice has she been accused of being a witch. First Yeoman Michael came to her rescue (as she saved his son from a terrible fever). Second she talked her way out of it, but on the third accusation, the villagers called for their knight to give them directions…Henry send Lukas to investigate and he concluded that, “Witches burn because they are made of wood,” he then gave her a small cut, “She is not made out of wood.”
She has never been accused again.


History:
Henry was born and raised to be a nobleman. He was taught the traditions of Bretonnian knights and raised to believe strictly according to the Code of Honor, as he was destined to become a Knight of the Realm.

As any boy, he loved horse riding and fencing though with age came curiosity and he began to find an interest in trade, seeing how quickly taxes could fill the treasury. He spend possibly as much time reading about trade as he did preparing himself for full knighthood. He told himself that while honor was Bretonnia’s greatest weapon, it would never be stained with a heavy bag of gold.

He went with his dad on many adventures and battles, improving his skills as a rider and fighter, gaining scars and glory. Though eventually his father fell in battle when Henry was 29, an ork spear had pierced through his chainmail and caused a lethal wound. Henry made sure that every protocol was followed for the funeral and a grand mourning was declared for Seaward, one that lasted two days and nights.

He then took his father’s place and ruled over Seaward village and keep. His eyes were focused on the ocean and the ships that came and went. He knew that there was gold to be made from trade and so he ambitiously began to expand, every now and then, leaving to discuss with merchants and getting contracts.

Recently, he has returned empty handed from the Empire as a merchant rejected his trade proposition and refused to even give it a second thought.


Extra: When he had to pick a Yeoman Warden for his Men-at-Arms, it ended with Lukas and Michael wrestling one another for the title. Though Lukas won, Henry realized that his stupidity would be a hindrance for the men, so he gave the title to Michael and declared Lukas for “A prime example for how loyal and strong a true soldier ought to be. He shall hence forth be my personal servant and bodyguard.” This was what made Lukas so strongly devoted to Henry, and every midsummer, Lukas stands tall and proud as everyone tried to compare themselves with him, hoping to be picked to become a Man-at-Arms.

So begins...

Henry de Hemillion's Story

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Aside from possibly raining, Henry didn't think the situation could become any worse than it already was. Barely a day ago he had returned from the Empire, empty handed and without a trade contract, that alone was enough to make his mood sour... Very sour. Then Thomas, his steward and advisor, had come to him with an invitation to the Duke's tournament, an offer which no sane man would ever refuse.

Ordering his servants to pack and his Yeoman Warden to stay behind with half of his Men-At-Arms, Henry de Hemillion had set for arriving at the tournament as quickly as he could. He had even gone so far to order a march into the night so they could cover more land, and while Henry slept with a thick blanket for himself and his horse, his soldiers and servants had to do with what they brought with them. The cold night certainly explained why many of them were suddenly sneezing.

Overlooking all the negatives, Henry felt excited to be back in a tournament. Riding as hard as he cold, lance pointed at his opponent and his shield arm burning for an impact. What a feeling, Henry thought, as he thought back to the last time he had been in a tournament, he pictured himself starring out of his helmet as he charged towards his opponent.

"Milord?" a voice interrupted, and Henry looked down at Lukas who marched beside him. " 'ow lon' till we get to da turna... tunament?"
"When the bees stops making honey," Henry replied, leaving Lukas to think hard over how far, or how long that would be. "Or, when rats are as big as dogs."
"Ooh! I see one!" Lukas said, almost clapping his hands together.
"You've what?" Henry exclaimed.
"Rat! Big as 'og!" Lukas replied, smiling like a child that had guessed right.
"Now that is disturbing," Henry muttered, already concluding that was why some of the flour had gone missing, better have some cats and traps set up for those monsters, he thought.

Within another few hours, the party came closer to the tournament. The servants and soldiers got excited, already chattered about where they would go to drink while Henry thought about how he would apologize for arriving so late to the tournament.
"Y 'ey run around wit spears?" Lukas asked, again breaking Henry's concentration though be brought up a good point. If they were meant to prepare for a joust, why were they getting spears and swords?

"You there!" Henry called down at a squire. "What is the commotion about?"
"Pardon me, my lord, but the Duke wishes every knight to hunt down a savage who attacked and mutilated poor Sir Rupert," the squire answered and then quickly added, "any knight who doesn't join will face death. I need to deliver the spear to-"
"Yes, yes, off with you!" Henry interrupted, and then turned to Lukas and the other servants. "Get my spear and find a spot for my tent!" he ordered, turning his horse around.
"I want a hot soup ready for my return," he barked as he grabbed the spear and galopped off to join the other knights in the chase for the barbarians.

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Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin Character Portrait: Damien Le Mort Character Portrait: Alexander Lancaster Character Portrait: Bjorn Steelheart Character Portrait: Henry de Hemillion Character Portrait: Cralix Grey

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Duke Byron


The Duke arrived at the gate a little later the the rest of the knights who had already mounted up. If he had to estimate, he would say there was at least thirty fully armored knights, and he had already set his servants to counting the knights that had come already. He would compare the numbers to ensure they matched up, and if they did not, may the Lady have mercy on those that shrank from their duties because they would receive none from him. A servant rushed forward with a sword cradled in his arms and wasted little time in wrapping the blade around the Dukes waist. The blade was not the old one he had used during the Melee, but the blade of Lyonesse, the blade of the Dukes that came before him. Incredibly old, so much so that it was unknown just how old the blade was, but if the runes on the hilt of the blade were any indication the dwarves had some hand in its creation which was interesting in itself as the dwarves rarely made swords, and when they did so, it was normally for humans.

The Duke waited patiently as the servant finished his task of arming him, and he walked out the gate to see his one true love standing in the field, Ajax. The beautiful white Pegasus stood with its head held high purposely ignoring the peasant who held his reins. The white pegasus (As all bretonnian Pegasuses were white) had numerous scars the stood out against its pearl white coat. He's left eye had a long scar over it, and had long since been closed to ensure infection did not get into it. The duke had fought side by side with Ajax for over twenty years now, and there was none other that the Duke trusted more then Ajax who had once fought off a very large orc warlord as he protected his rider who had fell to wounds... Needless to say, the Duke survived that day because Ajax defended him and even gave up his eye for him.

Pegasuses were far more loyal, intelligent, and powerful then your standard horses, not to mention the fact of wings. Few in Bretonnia knew the thrill of flight as the Duke did. At the moment, Ajax's massive wings were tucked to his sides to make it easier for the Duke to mount up as he rode bareback with only a rein to help him tell Ajax where he wanted to go. Ajax had never liked saddles... and the duke never wished to force it upon him. One did not ride a Pegasus, one was chosen. If a Pegasus did not like the smell of you, you would never ride it. No matter how hard you tried to break it, it would never let you ride such was the stubbornness of the Pegasus. A final servant appeared and held up the Dukes lance, the end of it fashioned with a large metal spike.

"We ride!" He shouted to the men, some of which shouted back and others merely raised their lances in salute, and off they went the column of knights trotting down the road. The Duke made sure to keep himself on the ground even though he could feel Ajax's muscles tense with the desire to jump into the sky. He would stay on the ground for a bit to allow the knights to say what they would, get their nerves settled and such, before he took flight which would help them in securing the barbarians position.

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Henry de Hemillion

Henry had arrived at the rally point, armed with his spear and sword. Other knights had had the time to put on their armor and retrive their lances, unfortunately Henry didn't have as much time to spare and instead found himself a good spot, not too close to the front as he knew he held neither rank nor honor to be in such a position.

"... He cut sir Rupert's sword arm off. One stroke and now he's a cripple!" Henry heard a knight say. "The savage even had time to kill four squires and beat a fifth to pulps!"
"What knight would do such a dishonorable thing?" Henry asked, turning around on his horse.
"Sir Bjorn Steelheart, his heraldry is a Dragon headed Norse Longship on a stormy sea," the knight responded.
"What form of noble Bretonnian takes such a heraldry?" Henry replied, confused by the description.
"He's a Norse made knight by deeds." That comment made a few knights grumble in dislike, Henry being one of them.
"Would explain his sense of honor. Killing another knight's property and then cleaving his sword arm straight off. He ought to hang!" Henry said, though lowering his voice as he didn't wish to insult the Duke's decision.

"We ride!" the Duke called, followed by the sound of hooves riding.
"Lets catch the bastard!" Henry declared, lifting his spear up, followed by a few 'Aye's in return. From what Henry had learned, this 'Bjorn' seemed just as savage as any other Norseman. He didn't deserve to have such a title, or even lands. I will spear that peasant. See him punished for attacking his betters, Henry thought as he kicked his horse in the sides, accelerating to a run along with the other knights.

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Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin Character Portrait: Damien Le Mort Character Portrait: Alexander Lancaster Character Portrait: Bjorn Steelheart Character Portrait: Henry de Hemillion Character Portrait: Cralix Grey

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Duke and Company


The Duke would not go so far as to say Rupert was honorable if anything he saw at the hall suggested anything it was that he was coward easily frightened, but he was a knight nonetheless, a knight that was at an event in his lands. It was his duty to ensure the safety of his guest, and for someone to disrespect himself and the customs of bretonnia in such a way was unforgivable. There was no excuses for such actions. "Comes obediently? You assume I would allow him the chance to surrender." Duke Byron said easily to the knight. He was not quite sure yet as to what he wished to do. He could kill him in the field, bring him back for a public execution, or leave him to rot in a dungeon somewhere.

A public execution would most likely be best, it helped to remind the peasants of their place. If a knight's life could be forfeited so easily, it would leave little doubt about their own. "Alive if possible. I want him made into an example of what dishonor brings. No knight is above such things." He said, "But should he die, I will not weep his loss." the Duke finished. He had little doubt that the instructions would get passed along in short order. The young knights, the Knight Errants of which many were only 14-15 were nervous, he was an old enough campaigner to know that without needing to look. Most of the Knight of the Realms would not be as this was just another skirmish that will end in the slaughter of dirty Norsemen. The Questing knights would especially have no qualms. Fighting was their life since they took the Questing Vow, and then there was Tristan. He had spotted the Grail knight on his ride out, and was glad he joined.

As a Grail Knight, he was not sworn to Byron's service, and the Duke was not quite sure why he had come, but his presence would calm the younger knights who were nervous, and calm the more impetuous young knights as well.

"Sir Tristan." The Duke said not looking back, but he did not need to as the answer came immediately, "Yes?" Tristan inquired, "You are in command until my return." The duke patted Ajax's flank, and he galloped ahead before shooting out his mighty wings and beat them once sending both the duke and the pegasus soaring into the air. The rush of air against his face was the same as ever, yet it was never something one grew tired of.

Using Ajax, he covered the ground rapidly, and left the others behind as he scanned the grounds below for the barbarian and his ruffians. The Duke urged Ajax on, and they flew in a great circle examining the land from different angles, and then he spotted them. In truth it was not so hard as 10 horses tend to stand out. Perched on top of a cliff they waited, he guess that somehow the barbarian knew they were coming already as his men were not dismounted and breaking camp, but instead already mounted. Such things only cemented the barbarians guilt in his mind.

Turning his mount, he flew back to the column of knights and let Ajax take him in for a landing ending with a soft trot to meet the knights before Ajax returned to his quick trot to return themselves to the front, "The barbarian seeks to ambush us! Should they attack, kill all his men! But leave the barbarian alive! He will get to watch his men die, such is the crime of treachery!"

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Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin Character Portrait: Damien Le Mort Character Portrait: Alexander Lancaster Character Portrait: Bjorn Steelheart Character Portrait: Henry de Hemillion Character Portrait: Cralix Grey

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The Duke and Company

The sound of some man behind him, made the duke turn his head. Implore him to be cautious, who in the warp was this guy? He was one of the knights, but Duke Byron couldn't put a name to the.. hood? Odd, but he had bigger barbarians to fry. The men's horse began to fidget tired of waiting, and the knights themselves wanted to hurry up and extract vengeance and then return to the festivities. Killing barbarians for the Lady was a sign of a good year to come, the younger knights were eager as ever to show the elder knights their stuff.

"Then hold your tongue in silence." The Duke said, "Why would a man run from a city right after the crime was committed? Why would he lie in wait for us? Why would he be willing to fight if he is innocent? Because he is not innocent. He is guilty, he had his chance to surrender, and obviously he chose to fight. Only a fool would chose to fight a battle in an attempt to prove his innocence." The duke pulled the reins and began the walk around the ridge to where the land would be more level. It would be beyond foolish to charge straight up the face of the ridge. It was a fairly short and uneventful ride, but it usually was. The calm before the storm. The breath before the plunge, he could already fill the vigor filling his arms and the adrenaline start to ebb into his body.

Once they reached the edge of the ridge, they could spot the band of norse barbarians up ahead on the raised hill. The duke began to shout at the knights to form up. The opponent was too small a force for the lance or wedge formation to be needed, so he ordered a double line formation. 15 long and 2 deep. It would keep the horses from getting in the way. He rode up and down the line examining the knights... one last time before the charge. He may never see some of them again, but they would die well for battle is the only place for a knight to die.

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Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin Character Portrait: Damien Le Mort Character Portrait: Alexander Lancaster Character Portrait: Bjorn Steelheart Character Portrait: Henry de Hemillion Character Portrait: Cralix Grey

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There wasn't much talk while the knights rode. Henry mainly thought about how the Norse would fight, he had never fought them before but he wouldn't think them any smarter than the greenskinned monsters that had killed his father. Eventually someone called, "Theere they are!" Pointing at a small group of horsemen on top of a hill, quickly followed by orders of making a two by fifteen where Henry found himself closer to the left flank than the center.

"Curses, they have prepared this," Henry spat on the ground as they advanced, knowing that holding the higher grounds could be an ace in any battle.
"We outnumber them three to one. They may be fierce, but we have all been riding horses before they had hair on their shafts," the knight next to Henry commented. "Let them come. Our ranks will close in on them like a bear trap. They have doom themselves."
Henry couldn't help but to smile fiendishly when he heard that. With his spear lowered, he prepared for a charge.

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Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin Character Portrait: Damien Le Mort Character Portrait: Alexander Lancaster Character Portrait: Bjorn Steelheart Character Portrait: Henry de Hemillion Character Portrait: Cralix Grey

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Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin Character Portrait: Damien Le Mort Character Portrait: Alexander Lancaster Character Portrait: Bjorn Steelheart Character Portrait: Henry de Hemillion Character Portrait: Cralix Grey

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Bruce dug his heels into the side of his horse, sending it charging. His spear was leveled and his eyes were set on one of the Norse, though if he had known how these men fought, he would have given it a second thought.
Doing just as he would during a joust, Henry aimed his spear for the Norseman’s chest but he brought up his shield and Henry’s spear broke. He rode on and turned his horse as he drew out his longsword, though the other knights were already engaging with the barbarians.

He hesitated. “Lady of the Lake,” he muttered as he saw the fighting. Bones broke, armor was torn apart and the younger knights fell like flies as they attacked the Nosemen. Every Norse must be aiming to drag at least three others with him, for Henry had never seen such martial skills combined with the ferocity of greenskinned monsters.
Again he rode towards the fray, but this time he rode with a cold, calculating mind. A rider-less horse whined and backed out of the fray, and Henry rode in, his sword stabbing out after the mans’ torso, yet he parried as if it was nothing more than a mere nuisance and returned the attack, his axe bit down in his right deltoid.
He dropped the sword and pulled his reins, desperately trying to escape from the battle and then… An explosion.

Henry opened his eyes there was dirt in his mouth, his left eye stung and his left deltoid burned from the wound. “What happened?” was all he could squeeze out of his mouth as he staggered back to his feet. He felt sore and beat as he looked around the battlefield for his horse and sword. Just by looking at the dead bodies and the charred bodies did Henry conclude that they had won, but at a high cost.
While he searched he couldn’t get his mind off how brutal a battle it had been, the Norse had turned the whole field into a slaughter ground.

Why have such filth even been permitted to walk these lands without chains around their feet and necks? Henry thought as he picked up his sword. Peasants have risen to knighthood. Barbarians knighted because of their so-called deeds. What is becoming of Bretonnia?

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Heny found his horse again. After Henry had fallen off, he had continued to run in fear, and eventually returned, a sign of loyalty if you asked Henry. He padded the horse and got back up on it and started to ride back to the battlefield and surveyed the damage. I still can't believe they killed so many. We outnumbered them two to one and yet still they bested us, how could it be?
His attention was then diverted as he saw a man wave for him, Wait, does he expect me to do a squire's job? Henry thought as he looked closer. Yet, I suppose that I could kill some time helping the less fortunate.

He then rode over to the man who had waved, mentally preparing himself for the dirty work he had to get done. "Right, what do you - " Henry said, trailing off as he saw who it was that laid on the ground. "My duke!" Henry called as he realized who it was that was saddled in front of him. "Hell's bells, he needs a healer," Henry said, stating the obvious. "Let me, my horse isn't wounded nor winded. I'll see to it that he's treated." He grabbed hold of the reins and began to lead the horse back towards the tournament, finding a quick, yet safe, pace was hard as he could tell the Duke was in discomfort whenever a bump appeared or his body was forced to move too much.

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