Malcolm of Molina, Marshal of the Emperor of the United Isles, Lord of all France is dead, aged 73. A mighty young man , driven from his homeland by his liege, he sought refuge in the court of King Richard. He was quickly marked out as a prodigy,a brilliant warrior, tactician and strategist. Richard promoted him to Marshal, and he led both the attacks on Wales, coordinated with the future King, at that time Duke of March. Then he campaigned against the Emir of Scotland, the result of a failed Crusade and a revengeful Jihad following. He went on Crusade, although the gains were never lasting, with the Seljuks ever threatening, but by then Malcolm's legend was great: men died just by being stared at by this man, who was valiant but cruel, and ever loyal to the crown.
His finest moment was when the current King, and indeed Emperor of Isles, claimed his cousins crown, that or France. Two kingdoms fought for many summers, until at last, in the battle of Anjou, Malcolm, standing by his King, charged forward, and cut down the young French Monarch, and handed the crown to his lord.
His sons and daughters are now flung across the empire, dukes and counts, yet Malcolm always remained in London to serve. Training in the war academy, or leading the King's regiment against rebellious vassals.
Yet at last, he was called to God's kingdom.
(This is the (elaborated) story of Malcolm of Molina, a marshal with a martial skill of 25(!), without whom my current Kingdom would have suffered much toil. Luckily his grandson is 15, but will anyone ever as great grace my court?)
His finest moment was when the current King, and indeed Emperor of Isles, claimed his cousins crown, that or France. Two kingdoms fought for many summers, until at last, in the battle of Anjou, Malcolm, standing by his King, charged forward, and cut down the young French Monarch, and handed the crown to his lord.
His sons and daughters are now flung across the empire, dukes and counts, yet Malcolm always remained in London to serve. Training in the war academy, or leading the King's regiment against rebellious vassals.
Yet at last, he was called to God's kingdom.
(This is the (elaborated) story of Malcolm of Molina, a marshal with a martial skill of 25(!), without whom my current Kingdom would have suffered much toil. Luckily his grandson is 15, but will anyone ever as great grace my court?)