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<blockquote data-quote="drnuncheon" data-source="post: 891582" data-attributes="member: 96">I, the Right Honorable Jardek Anton, Lord Threehills, Magus of the Sixth Circle, being possessed of free will and all my faculties sound, do hereby set my hand to this final testament concerning the disposition of my worldly goods and offices.To my servants, Tomas and Gina: should the new Baron not require your services, a stipend of ten pieces of gold apiece and a letter of recommendation,To my musician, Ivanior Liadon: as with my servants, but the stipend to be twenty pieces of gold,To my butler, Gaberk: as with my musician, but the stipend to be thirty pieces of gold.The remainder of my estate and offices, to include Threehills Manor, its contents, and the surrounding lands, to my nephew Di'Fier, son of my sister Eleanor Anton, and to him also the office and responsibilities of Baron of Threehills, dependent upon his confirmation in that office by such authority as may be recognized at that time.To this I set my hand and seal:Jardek Anton, Lord Threehills, M6C(witnessed)Ivanior LiadonGaberk&quot;This is infamous!&quot;&nbsp; Manuel's moustache bristled as he leapt to his feet.&nbsp; &quot;I have come this long way to receive nothing!&nbsp; Nothing!&nbsp; And it is visited upon someone who is not even a citizen of the Empire!&nbsp; A...a pirate!&quot;Dru shared a glance with her partner, who did not look as if he entirely believed what Gaberk had read, and suppressed a snort - poorly, it seemed, for Manuel rounded on her, his face scarlet as he sputtered.&nbsp; Then, his eyes caught Di'Fier, and he stepped up to the taller man. &quot;Honor demands an accounting!&quot; he boomed.&quot;You must remember, Sir Manuel,&quot; Liadon purred, &quot;that only peers of the realm may duel.&nbsp; By issuing such a challenge you are de facto accepting his right to the title.&quot;The knight's face darkened from scarlet to purple, as he glared around the room, then stalked out, the front door slamming in his wake.&quot;What an unpleasant man,&quot; Dru murmured sourly.&quot;M'lord,&quot; Gaberk mumbled, with a quick bow.&nbsp; &quot;Have you any instructions?&quot;Di'Fier looked around, his head still spinning.&nbsp; &quot;Ah...no.&nbsp; Not yet.&quot;The dwarf approached him.&nbsp; &quot;It would be a kindness if you told Tomas and Gina if they were to stay or leave, and when...&quot;&quot;Oh! Of course.&nbsp; They may go, if they wish, but I hope that they will stay and, ah, remain in my service.&quot;&quot;Very good.&nbsp; There is one more thing.&nbsp; The late Baron had many...protections...laid upon this house.&nbsp; They should be attuned to you.&nbsp; I believe the instructions are in the library.&nbsp; You will need the Baron's signet.&quot;&nbsp; The dwarf held up a heavy golden ring. &quot;Thank you, Gaberk.&nbsp; I...should see to that.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="drnuncheon, post: 891582, member: 96"] [i][b]I, the Right Honorable Jardek Anton, Lord Threehills, Magus of the Sixth Circle[/b], being possessed of free will and all my faculties sound, do hereby set my hand to this final testament concerning the disposition of my worldly goods and offices. [b]To my servants, Tomas and Gina[/b]: should the new Baron not require your services, a stipend of ten pieces of gold apiece and a letter of recommendation, [b]To my musician, Ivanior Liadon[/b]: as with my servants, but the stipend to be twenty pieces of gold, [b]To my butler, Gaberk[/b]: as with my musician, but the stipend to be thirty pieces of gold. The remainder of my estate and offices, to include Threehills Manor, its contents, and the surrounding lands, [b]to my nephew Di'Fier, son of my sister Eleanor Anton[/b], and to him also the office and responsibilities of Baron of Threehills, dependent upon his confirmation in that office by such authority as may be recognized at that time. To this I set my hand and seal: Jardek Anton, Lord Threehills, M6C (witnessed) Ivanior Liadon Gaberk[/i] "This is infamous!" Manuel's moustache bristled as he leapt to his feet. "I have come this long way to receive nothing! Nothing! And it is visited upon someone who is not even a citizen of the Empire! A...a [i]pirate[/i]!" Dru shared a glance with her partner, who did not look as if he entirely believed what Gaberk had read, and suppressed a snort - poorly, it seemed, for Manuel rounded on her, his face scarlet as he sputtered. Then, his eyes caught Di'Fier, and he stepped up to the taller man. "Honor demands an accounting!" he boomed. "You must remember, Sir Manuel," Liadon purred, "that only peers of the realm may duel. By issuing such a challenge you are [i]de facto[/i] accepting his right to the title." The knight's face darkened from scarlet to purple, as he glared around the room, then stalked out, the front door slamming in his wake. "What an unpleasant man," Dru murmured sourly. "M'lord," Gaberk mumbled, with a quick bow. "Have you any instructions?" Di'Fier looked around, his head still spinning. "Ah...no. Not yet." The dwarf approached him. "It would be a kindness if you told Tomas and Gina if they were to stay or leave, and when..." "Oh! Of course. They may go, if they wish, but I hope that they will stay and, ah, remain in my service." "Very good. There is one more thing. The late Baron had many...protections...laid upon this house. They should be attuned to you. I believe the instructions are in the library. You will need the Baron's signet." The dwarf held up a heavy golden ring. "Thank you, Gaberk. I...should see to that." [/QUOTE]

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