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Lord Eberion Kelbourne

"The fight to survive is one we all share."

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a character in “Monstrous Uncertainties”, as played by Seveneleven

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[Eberion Kelbourne]
Human - Male - 44 - Lord of the Land

House Kelbourne, a House which has stood for fifty generations is headed by Lord Eberion. Eberion Kelbourne is a shrewd, cunning man with a distinct knack for capitalizing on other people's talents. One could say that his ability to manipulate the talented is a talent in of it's self. It certainly helped him become Head of his House despite being sixth in line for the title. Nevertheless, his House faced certain disaster and if it weren't for his keen mind and eye for politics it surely would have fallen. Even so echoes of the past continue to threaten House Kelbourne, something that Lord Eberion cannot allow to continue.


    • Related NPCs
      • Seigfurt Unger
        Loyal butler to the Kelbourne Family. The Ungers have a long history of being a servant family to the Kelbournes. Their relationship, specifically, has always been a positive one with Seigfurt even serving as a trusted advisor.

So begins...

Lord Eberion Kelbourne's Story

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Giles looked up to see the owner of the establishment coming to address them. "Moriarty!" He shouted with joy. "Yes, a pleasure it is to be a patron of yours! Now see here my good sir I was just telling the lads that you make some fine blood sausages!" He continued to speak as he slapped the table. "How about it lads? We would like several links with a side of eggs and potatoes, now how does that sound?" Giles asked towards his men. "Here, here!" They replied in equal enthusiasm. Giles then looked towards Hector and with a grin asked, "So how's business lately? I do hope that my favorite pub is staying afloat?"

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Lord Eberion greeted the morning with very little excitement, in fact he spent most of the previous evening within his study. He saw to his son's departure earlier in the morn as he was off to meet with Sir Keegan, Grand Master of the Knights-Forward. He had written him a message having sent it months earlier requesting that he will meet with his son and take part in the Trials. Before the Summer season dawned, Lord Eberion was met with a reply by his Grand Servitor accepting his son as a new Supplicant. Suffice to say, Giles was rather thrilled that morning in April.

Despite Eberion's suggestion to wait until the Summer fully arrives, Giles was insistent that he leaves as soon as the thaw set in. Which of course reports came in that the mountain passes were deemed traversable and well off he went. He was of course proud that his son wished to join a noble Knightly Order but wished it was after the danger had passed. Once again he's gotten word that a few of his rivals in court mean ill-will to him. He was hoping they would have stopped by now but that didn't seem to be the case. Regardless, Lord Eberion would not be intimidated by these fools who believe themselves his betters. His House had survived far worse that a couple of upstarts that are starting to get ahead of themselves.

He looked out the window as he noticed his servants beginning their daily chores. From up high in his study he watched two girls approach the barns that were off a good way from his abode. After all he did not care for the smell during his meals finding it unappealing to his own appetite. While it may seem like he doesn't pay any mind to his servants he does in fact remember each and everyone of them by name. He could tell from even here that it was Sarah Walcott, a long time employee and the other the new girl, Malin. He did find it odd that the new servant hadn't a family name but assumed she was an orphan who was let go because of her age. Or perhaps she's a runaway? It wouldn't matter to him, just another servant to attend to his estate.

He drew his gaze away from the window once the girls had entered his barns. He turned his attention back to the fireplace as his manservant, Seigfurt entered the room. "Good morning, Master Kelbourne, how are ye on this blessed morn?" He humbly asked. "Sleep proved difficult once again." Eberion distractedly replied. "Well, Sir have you extinguished your supply of sleeping medicine? I can send forth a servant to the local apothecary to procure some more?" Seigfurt asked. "No, that is quite alright, bring me my morning coffee and some toast." Eberion requested. "Right away, Sir, and would you like some butter and preserves?" "Yes, yes." He dismissed Siegfurt with a wave of his hand.

It was a few moments later he heard the blood-curdling scream followed by the wailing cows. He ran to his window, hearing the source of this disturbance coming from the barns. Already some of the Manor Guards were rushing towards the scene. As Lord Eberion watched with intrigue he saw a few of his men exit with Sarah in tow, her hands and dress were covered in? Was that blood? She seemed absolutely distraught but then it begs the question whose blood is that? Is it her own? The Livestocks? Or perhaps it was Malin's? Regardless the Guards were there as a group of other servants rushed to meet them. The ladies were already trying to console Sarah who seemed downright inconsolable at the moment.

He hadn't seen Malin quite yet, wondering where she might be? Of course it really didn't matter, he'll be seeing both girls in his Great Hall soon enough. After all someone has some explaining to do.

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By the time the Manor Guards entered the barn (timid, frightened creatures with their spears out), Malin had placed himself in the corner, his borrowed eyes wet with tears, staring at the bucket of milk and blood. He had managed to calm the cow, though it was still agitated enough to moo threateningly at a guard that came too close.

"What happened?" One of them asked, despite himself.

"It was Sarah," Malin sniffed. "She was milking the cow, and then–" He put his face in his hands, sobbing beautifully as one of the guards helped her to her feet.

"Come on," he said. "Lord Eberion would want an explanation."

"Is Sarah all right?" Malin asked as they came out of the barn.

The guard had a hand on his shoulders– a gesture made partly in comfort, partly in hoping to lead Malin across the field in case his tears made him blind. This, admittedly, was not a side-effect of tears Malin had expected, and so he allowed himself to calm down. It was odd how these humans permitted themselves to cry all the time. It really was far more trouble than it was worth, he thought– but then it would do every now and then.

Once they'd crossed the fields, the guards led him past the entrance to the servant's quarters towards the kitchen entrance, leading him up the stairs to were the Lord would be waiting. They soon came across Sarah in the hallway outside, being held there by two guards until the Lord was ready to speak to them. Sarah was no longer sobbing uncontrollably, having calmed herself enough to just take heaving breaths. The tears still flowed, though silently. Malin supposed he might have scared the girl more than he intended, but such was the way of good-natured pranks. The trick now was to make sure Sarah blamed herself for the incident.

"Are you feeling okay, my dear?" he said, feigning concern.

Sarah nodded. "Just shock," she said. "Oh, but what must the Lord think? Something like that... It's witchcraft, is what it is."

Malin frowned in return. The child had no idea how close she was to the truth, but her words formed the beginning of an idea in his head... One that he could certainly have a lot of fun with.

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Lord Kelbourne listened as his guard, Randal, told him of what had transpired. Eberion merely nodded as he looked towards a sword resting on his mantle piece. His dutiful butler, Seigfurt Unger, was there listening with great interest as the man seemed horrified at what he heard. Lord Eberion looked towards the man and then spoke, "Quite the story, but I would like to hear it from the girls now, you may return to your duties Randal." He ordered the Guard. "As you wish, m'Lord." Randal said with a bow as he exited the room. "Please send in Sarah if you would, Seigfurt?" He requested. "Right away, sir." Seigfurt said with a bow.

Seigfurt stood before the two girls as he saw Malin trying to comfort the troubled miss. Seigfurt eyed them both with reservation and suspicion but was ultimately polite towards them both. "Please, Miss Walcott you must compose yourself as best as possible. Lord Eberion would like to see you now." Seigfurt spoke. Sarah seemed flustered and quite worried for whatever reason once Seigfurt mentioned it was her time to speak. "Now, don't fret Miss Walcott, that is most unbecoming of you. Please, you have nothing to fear, Lord Eberion is a wise and patient man, as he will most assuredly listen to you without recourse." The Manservant reassured Sarah.

She found it hard for herself to leave Malin's side but nevertheless took the hand that was offered to her. Seigfurt lifted her up and then escorted her into the Lord's hall. It was some minutes later until Malin would see either Sarah or Seigfurt. Sarah seemed more composed than earlier, apparently what was spoken didn't serve to upset her further. "Now I suggest you get some proper rest Miss Walcott, after what you've been through I'm sure you could use a reprieve." Seigfurt spoke. "Y-Yes, I shall...thank you Mister Unger." She nodded as she walked off. She looked at Malin one more time with an half smile before disappearing down the hall.

"Now then Miss Malin, Lord Eberion would like to speak with you. Please, come along." Seigfurt motioned for her to follow. He then opened the door to the Great Hall as he beckoned her forward. The Great Hall itself was a big, long room with walls decorated with the banners of their House, memorabilia and trophies garnered from the many generations of Kelbourne Lords. Their portraits also hung up and down the Great Hall, with Lords dressed in their best robes as their names were shown on placards upon the bottom of the frames. At the end of the hall sat a long table, complete with chairs all resting before a great hearth and there in the center sat Lord Eberion.

The man seemed as dignified as any noble but his expressions bellied a more different nature. He didn't seem enraged, disturbed, or even interested, he merely sat there watching as if analyzing every bit and piece of the room. If his face betrayed any feeling whatsoever, then that feeling would seem reminiscent of skepticism. Quite an odd feeling someone would have but perhaps he is an odd Lord? Lord Eberion wasn't so public a figure, sure he was known because of his family name but Lord Eberion is something of an enigma. He doesn't travel from his Manor, only leaving in times when he must answer royal summons but rarely for anything else. If there was anything he required he would send his servants to perform the necessary tasks.

Lord Eberion isn't anti-social however, when he is at court he is known to be an eloquent speaker and a charming man. People see him as intelligent and level-headed but there are others that see him as pompous and arrogant. He has made many enemies being known for his opinions and often times than not, having low opinions of others. He isn't shy and does make it clear to others whether he approves of you or not. This has made him a tough individual to get close to adding to the reason why he is enigmatic. Some say he wasn't always like this, but changed after the death of his wife. Lord Eberion never mentions the late, Lady Trisha, not even to Seigfurt despite having known her. Just one of the many things he keeps to himself.

Lord Eberion looked down the way as he called, "Malin, if you would, please come near, you will find that a chair is awaiting you. I would very much appreciate it if you could speak clearly and concisely during my inquiry. We shan't be long as I am certain you have much to attend to." He spoke calmly.

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Malin found it in himself to give Sarah a warm smile as she was escorted away by Seigfurt, nodding assuringly. He had confidence that Sarah knew nothing that would betray him, even if she could somehow find the presence of mind to string a proper sentence together after the shock. He wasn't sure what to read into her more composed behaviour as she came out of the hall, however, but chose for the time being to assume the best. He responded to her smile in kind, and gave a courteous nod to Seigfurt as he led him into the Great Hall.

"Malin, if you would, please come near, you will find that a chair is awaiting you. I would very much appreciate it if you could speak clearly and concisely during my inquiry. We shan't be long as I am certain you have much to attend to."

"Yes, my lord," Malin made a small curtsy, though it was probably hard to see from Eberion's position. "Thank you, my lord," he added.

He walked quickly to the assigned chair, running the suitable emotions through his head. Nervous worry would probably the one closest to what Eberion was expecting, and so he wore an expression of barely contained fear as he sat down in the chair. Thus placed, he waited for the Lord to make a sign for him to give his explanation.

"There isn't much I can tell you, my lord," he said. "Sarah and I were only having a little chat while milking the cows, and then she screamed. I never saw a thing, save the blood on her hands when she–"

He paused here, as though overcome for a moment. "Pardon me. The point is, I only ever saw what happened after, and once Sarah had left why I, I must have been in a shock. All I could think about was making sure the cow was all right, my lord, so I went over to calm it, and that's when I saw the mess. I never saw anything strange before it happened, nor did I notice anything strange after– except for the blood, of course."

He shook his head, sniffing as though holding back tears. "As for the how, my lord, I'm sure I couldn't tell you. Other than that if the cow ain't sick, it must have been some kind of witchcraft, because I have never seen anything like that before in my life, that's for sure."

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Lord Eberion sat there listening to what Malin had said, and yes it seems they have their story straight but something struck him as odd. Something was off but he couldn't tell just quite what. He sat there as he stared at Malin and while he watched her carefully her demeanor was both expected and peculiar. Then again it could just be a sense of paranoia that has been happening to him quite often. House Hood, there latest batch of boisterous indignation has left him rather guarded as of late. House Hood is a lineage of warriors, proud Northmen with an itch for violence, they were just looking for an excuse to fight someone.

He didn't suspect Malin of having anything to do with the Hoods of course, subterfuge wasn't their way, no an axe in the face was theirs. Lord Eberion seemed to have sat there for a while in silence not giving any indication that he was participating in his own inquiry. It was then he spoke, what seemed at random and asked, "Have you witnessed any violence in your life?" He then stared pensively at the servant girl. "I know that this incident may have come as a shock to you but compared to Sarah you are handling it rather well." He spoke. He then looked beyond her to see Seigfurt at the doorway he was of course dropping eaves but such is his way of showing care.

"The girl was practically hysterical and was even convinced that this farce was of her own doing." He scoffed. "Of course I don't believe that, the girl is terribly too dull to be a witch and I believe you've had nothing to do with this either, simply in the wrong place at the wrong time." Eberion finished. "You may go, Malin, but I do have a request. Regardless of whether illness or sorcery is to blame, I cannot have a cow that is producing blood from it's udders. It simply must go and I would like you to remove it from my estate. You may handle this in anyway you see fit just so long as it's gone." Lord Eberion told Malin as he then dismissed her with a wave of his hand. Seigfurt entered the hall as he awaited to escort her out.

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"Have you witnessed any violence in your life? I know that this incident may have come as a shock to you but compared to Sarah you are handling it rather well."

Malin caught himself just in time before his expression gave him away. The Lord's question came as a surprise to him, and inwardly he was cursing himself for not taking the act further. The tears would perhaps have done him better, no matter how annoying they were, but that was a mistake he'd have to live with now. Luckily the Lord moved on before he'd had the chance to answer, though from the way his gaze had dropped at the question, it was easy for anyone to assume that the servant girl had indeed some experience with violence in the past.

"The girl was practically hysterical and was even convinced that this farce was of her own doing." He scoffed. "Of course I don't believe that, the girl is terribly too dull to be a witch and I believe you've had nothing to do with this either, simply in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Oh no, sir, Sarah couldn't have done a thing like that," he said. "She can talk big sometimes, but there's not a bad bone in her body, my lord."

Well. Not yet, anyway.

"You may go, Malin, but I do have a request. Regardless of whether illness or sorcery is to blame, I cannot have a cow that is producing blood from it's udders. It simply must go and I would like you to remove it from my estate. You may handle this in anyway you see fit just so long as it's gone."

"Consider it done, my lord. Thank you," he got up and curtsied again, allowing himself to be escorted out by Seigfurt. He wondered how much the servant had listened in on, and whether the man had been making up his own decisions. He probably had.

Once outside, he nodded politely to the butler, "Thank you, Mr Unger," before heading down towards the kitchen. He was lucky enough to catch a servant on his way out to do the daily rounds in the village, and sent with him a message to the butcher's about the cow– not mentioning the specifics of why Lord Eberion wanted to get rid of it. After that he went to his room to check on Sarah, finding her in bed, looking awfully pale.

"Perhaps now you can get some sleep," he said, stepping inside to put a hand on her forehead. She was very cold.

"I'm sorry I'm leaving all the work to you," Sarah said, half asleep still but managing a smile.

"I'll get my revenge," Malin winked. "Don't worry about a thing. You'll be right as rain soon enough."

"That'll be the day," Someone scoffed from the entrance of the room. It was Meryl, the old lady they shared a room with. "Can't you see you're being punished by the Lord, child? And now you've brought the calamity into the house, as well. You should be going down to the church, is what– down to pray."

Sarah almost looked as though she believed her, starting to get up in her bed. Malin put a hand on her shoulder. "You're staying right here," he said. It would do him no good to have Sarah running around on holy grounds. He then got up, walking over to the entrance and putting himself so much in the way that Meryl was forced to take a step outside. Closing the door behind him, he looked around to make sure the two were alone, and hissed– "You say so much as a word to her again before evening, I'm having your entrails for breakfast."

He gave her a quick smile, before carrying on with his duties. Knowing Meryl, she wouldn't tell anyone else about it. The old bat was annoying, but very fond of solving her own problems. Later he received word that the butcher was coming to pick up the cow. Things were going his way for now.

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The night was silent like an intake of breath, before the scream shattered the peace. Sarah was already on her feet by the time Meryl lit the lamp, fallen into Malin's arms who made soothing sounds, rubbing her back.

"It was over my bed– it was looking straight at me!" Sarah sobbed.

"It was just another nightmare," Malin said, glad he had made it back to his shell in time before the light had been lit.

"No, no– there's someone in the house," Sarah protested. "I heard it walking along the hallways before it came into the room."

Meryl and Malin both turned to the door, wide open despite having been shut and secured before they fell asleep. Sarah, luckily, was too upset to notice, burying her face in Malin's neck and trying to suppress the body-wide shudders of her crying. He met Meryl's eyes as they drifted back to him. "We should search the halls," she said, and by the time the words had been spoken, the neighbouring servants were already at the door.

It was quickly established that someone had snuck into the room of the servant girls, and a search of the manor was immediately organised. Sarah was placed in the care of a woman Malin had never bothered to learn the name of, as he found himself dragged out of the room to assist in the search. He paid it little attention, knowing fully well that he was the source of the trouble, but soon managed to get himself separated from the rest as he lazily walked around the kitchen in a pretend search.

He could smell Meryl's Christian rage before she'd even opened the door, closing it quietly behind her. "You and I are going to have a talk," she said.

"I'm busy," Malin said. "I don't know if you noticed, but we may have an intruder in the house."

"You know as well as I do that the door can only be unlocked from the inside," Meryl said, stepping forward and grabbing him by the thin wrist of his shell. "Now you and I are going to have a talk."

Humans seemed to have a thing for dragging him all around the place, Malin thought as the night air hit his face. Meryl was trying her best to sneak unseen across the field towards the barn, though Malin was more observant and made absolutely sure they were alone. Lights were passing by windows inside the manor, but as far as he could tell, nobody looked out. Then the barn door opened and closed, and the two were alone.

"We were alone in the kitchen too, you know," Malin said, walking over to pet one of the cows.

"I'd rather not have us disturbed," Meryl said, putting the lantern aside on a stool. "People tend to frown upon unsanctioned witch burning."

"Aha," Malin said. "So that's what you think is happening here, is it?"

"I should've seen it the moment you came into our service," Meryl was struggling with something on her belt. "Nobody normal acts the way you do. Spitting God's name, talking about other gods. You're a heathen, or a Satanist– I don't know which, but there's only one way of curing it." Finally she pulled a knife from the inner pocket of her frock.

Malin continued to pet the cow, lips growing thin. If only he could get rid of the lantern. "So, you made sure nobody saw us come out here?"

"Nobody's gonna come to help you," she nodded. "Not even Sarah, though she has some unhealthy obsession with you. I expect you put a spell on her too?"

He smiled, shrugging. "I was kind. I get the feeling people aren't kind to her a lot."

Mery snorted. "Lying isn't going to save your life now."

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Although, not quite happy about being awoken from his sleep he has come to understand that someone had dared to trespass upon his property. At first Lord Kelbourne had worried that his rivals have found the courage to move against, albeit cowardly, by using some assassin to infiltrate his home in the dead of night to run him through. Of course his suspicions were lain to rest once Seigfurt had spoken of the intruder violating his servants. Now, why would a hired assassin dare interfere with his own contract killing by doing something so idiotic as target his servants first? If they were in his way then that would be understandable, but the servant's quarters are on the opposite of the manor from his own private chambers.

Not only that but they were asleep for the night and could not possibly hinder his own dark mission. It made no logical sense for this course of action and therefore seemed unlikely that an assassin has come for him. It could quite possibly be a miscreant from the nearby village but even that seemed far-fetched. While the servants do sleep, his guards on the other hand, work shifts around all hours of the day. So unless someone in the village is a master thief or his guards are simply incompetent, this supposed intruder story sounds just like that, a story. "Now, tell me again Seigfurt, why am I roused from my slumber when my servants are the ones being harassed?" Lord Eberion asked.

"Well, my Lord, are you not worried that this intruder means to do you harm?" The butler asked. As the Lord stood up and paced about his room he had continued to speak. "I had assumed that, once I was awoken by the screams and by your coaxing. Then I found myself in thought and pondered the possibility of such a thing. Yes, yes it's quite plausible but if the intruder was in fact, a hired assassin, then why alert the entire premises, and your target, to your presence by doing something so reckless as disturbing others?" Lord Eberion proposed. This left Seigfurt to ponder his master's words and then nodded in agreement to his logic. "Then it must be some other ne'er-do-well that's at fault." Seigfurt concluded. "Tis true. I had thought of that as well and so, unless someone in the village possess some hidden talents, I have come to another theory," Lord Eberion paused as he stopped and turned to look at his Butler, "That this is merely a fabrication." Seigfurt was taken aback as responded, "Egad? You mean one of the servants has lied about the intruder?" Lord Eberion then nodded.

"But if that's true then why would they do such a childish thing?" The Butler asked. Lord Eberion then shook his head. "To be honest I haven't figured that part out. It seems...random...as if this was being done just to create disorder." He mused. "Well, I assure you, that all of the servants I've screened, none of them seem like the sort to do such a thing!" Seigfurt proclaimed. "And yet here we are talking about it. I do not doubt the validity of your claim my dear Seigfurt but I fear one of our own has been rather disingenuous." "Whom do you suspect, my Lord?" "I am uncertain of that as well." "Then what do we do?" Seigfurt asked. "For now we shall play along with this farce until we know, beyond a reason of a doubt, who the real culprit is. Once we do, we shall handle it as we've always had with servants that proven themselves to be...less than desirable." Lord Eberion finished.

"Very good, my Lord. What shall we do next?" "Search the estate thoroughly and declare that no intruder has been found. From there announce that my guard shall be doubled from now on. That should satisfy this degenerate's needs for now." Lord Eberion ordered. Seigfurt bowed and went on to implement his master's command. If someone wished to play games with them then he shall play their little games, it matters not to Lord Kelbourne. He enjoys ferreting out troublemakers anyway.