Blood on our Hands

You have offered the challenge.
I will set the terms as follows:

-Combat will be to the death.

-Only the most basic equipment will be used, items of normal steel or wooden construction.

-No outside assistance of any kind from the magic or prayers of others.

-No items with magical properties will be used, only our own conviction and strength.

Lucien and Caelvan,

Ava's words are the wise. I would plead you both to listen to her. The blade need not cause more death amongst us, and we need not help our enemies by thinning our numbers. Life is precious. Both of you should respect yours.

Caldor

Sometimes peoples' differences are strong and legitimate. Good people are like people - they do not always agree, particularly when matters are important.

That said, the old traditions - or my old traditions, perhaps - would consider duels properly made face-to-face rather than in writing, no matter how heartfelt.

And also, it ought to be added: personal disagreements are not of much interest beyond the participants, even when violence is in the offing. Perhaps those details, if any, could be continued privately.


-Kuo Kun

Yes, it is unfortunate that a Squire doesn't even know how to formally offer honor combat.

This is not easy for me as we all are already suffering. I only wish it no further be discussed here.

Lucian,
If you read my posting closer you would see the wish of seeing a trail for all committing murder was a side note and therefore unrelated.

My challenge is the fact you stated in your letter that "If you think Bloodtide was our only road just because a druid felt as such during their communion with Arawyn" seemed as in insult to Arawyn and her knowledge that she bestows onto those who know her ways. You insult Arawyn's knowledge and my wife's word in that statement and that is why I challenged you.
The way you are going after those who killed the people with hearts is entirely unrelated.

Ava and Caldor,
I never stated this combat is to be to the death. I understand that unnecessary death is something we can ill afford at the moment, if ever. Many combats of this nature have just been until someone has collapsed from their wounds and a healer came over to heal them. Lucian is the one going for the combat of being to the death. I was fine with us using all of our abilities, and coming out of this all the better with neither of us dying but it seems that is not the case.

Lucien Belfast,

You will cease and desist from ANY public discourse regarding Bloodtide, or my Squires, until the combat has been settled.

You have insulted a member of Kaladonia's nobility in public, which is an offense under the Laws of Travance. See to it you do not disobey this order as well.

Should you wish to express your concerns, they will be expressed internally to your superiors within the Church, and they will bring them to me personally.

You have also failed to understand how Honor Combat works. You will report to me, along with Squire Caelvan, on your next visit to the Proper. At this time, we will properly go through the process of setting the terms of Honor Combat.

No more is to be discussed on this matter of the Combat, until it has been handled by myself, in person, at the next Gathering in which you are both present.

By my hand,

I will keep this short and simple, for the long winds of many folks pollute this section of the wall.

In the few short moons I have been preoccupied, you have managed to offend each and every one of my sensibilities, from my teachings as a Master Smith, right down to my very Dwarven core.

However, I can only blame myself for not being present to offer my very reasonable voice to the mix, and so, what has transpired, transpired. The weapon can not be unforged. The sacrifices cannot, and should not, be reverted.

Make no mistake, however, I will see this weapon destroyed once it has served its purpose. It will not garnish the belt of some prideful buffoon. It will not be made a trophy.

Have this 'Bloodtide' ready for me when I return to the Proper once more. I will inspect it myself.

Hengis Grumblegut,
Warlord of Pendarvin