Can I get info on him? Any info would be good, teach my all, grandmasters.
If you dont know where to start, tell me how he died.
Can I get info on him? Any info would be good, teach my all, grandmasters.
If you dont know where to start, tell me how he died.
he was one of the better knights wasnt he? hard core to the limit i beleive, but his city became decadent and eventualy when the red plague hit the nobles of the city locked themselves in and had a banquet while the poor died outside.
not sure how he died, good luck finding his fluff
"...When you're wounded and left on Afghanistans plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, just roll to your rifle and blow out your brains, an' go to your god like a solider."
- Kipling
I never thought i would find it in the Brettonian Army Book.
Any background info on why Mousillon is such a cursed land? And any info on Necromancy around those parts. And what about the "new duke" mentioned on the book aswell?
Mousillon is a place, the duke of Mousillon was a chap by the name of Landuin, looking for info regarding him now.
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Listen, ye traveller, to the tale of the Curse, and the land and people on whom it fell, for the sins of but a few. For though
the Knight will deny it and the Grail Damsel would curse the tongue that speaks it, it was the flower of Bretonnia fair that
cursed the Lost Duchy of Mousillon, the noble souls to whom the land was entrusted and who betrayed it. And yet there is
more to my tale than the treachery of Maldred or the evil of Merovech, and woe to you who hears the truth in my words.
Once upon a time there were Fay upon these lands, and their works still stand, a testament to their wizardly ways. But the
Fay retreated from our lands, and they became the lands of men, besieged and fearful as the Greenskin and the Goblin did
multiply and do much evil. But there was one man to whom the land was a prize worth fighting for! Many are the tales told
of Gilles Le Breton, many are the chansons singing of his battles against the Green of Skin that won the lands of Bretonnia
for brave and noble men. Many also are those that raise voices in praise of Gilles’ companions, the most virtuous men of
the land excepting Gilles himself, each as noble in demeanour as he was fierce in battle, as brave as the blade and wise as the
dawn. And yet our tale speaks of these but one, Landuin by name, the fairest man, they say, that ever graced Bretonnia.
Was there ever a man so enamoured of peace, and yet who embraced war with such devotion? Did ever a Knight despair so
of bloodshed, and yet bring the lance and the sword to his enemies with such great wrath? Such was Landuin of Mousillon,
the finest knight of the land, who rode forth from the valley of the river Grismerie to give his life alongside Gilles in battle.
Tall and fair, quiet of word yet decisive of deed, as swift as the coming of night, level-headed and of gentle demeanour, they
declare that Landuin was the most perfect knight in all the days of Bretonnia, and who am I to say it was not so?
The Chanson of Gilles, that ancient and most lengthy verse, tells of the vision that spake unto Gilles as he travelled through
the Forest of Chalons. Landuin was beside him as they beheld the Lady, hallowed be her countenance, rising from the hidden
lake to grant unto them the power to rid the land of its enemies. The Lady knew well of Landuin’s fairness of mind and
body, and she blessed him with such grace that no blade could find its mark upon him, nor could the ill-minded find fault
with which to curse him.
So were the Grail Knights set upon their task. Twelve were the mighty battles fought, and twelve were the victories that the
knights won for fair Bretonnia. And yet among these there is one that our tale dwells upon, for it brought great woe to
peerless Landuin. Landuin had ridden forth from Mousillon, which stood upon the river Grismerie in a green and snail-rich
valley where evil had never set a foot. And yet when Gilles and his Companions rode unto Mousillon, a great woe fell upon
Landuin’s heart. For here had evil un-life found its purchase!
A mighty host of the malodorous dead did march upon the soil of Mousillon, choking the fouled Grismerie with their
presence. The land was grey and dying, its people broken and fearful. And to none was the sight more dreadful than
Landuin, whose heart could hear such sorrow. His own blood lay among the dead, his own lands made dark and foul.
Was any man so fierce in battle as Landuin that day? Some say even Balduin of Brionne was never so determined to bring
the blade to his enemies. For a day Landuin was lost among the host, which pressed all around him with their slimy bodies like
a sea. Gilles and the Companions lost sight of Landuin and much feared him dead. Yet when the day came to its end Landuin
did return, much fouled with gore and bearing the head of the vile wizard who had commanded the host. Grim and without
word was Landuin for many days to follow as the walking dead were driven into the sea and Mousillon was won back by its
noblest of sons.
Some say Landuin was never filled with joy again after seeing Mousillon so tormented. Even when Bretonnia was made
whole and the Lady bade Gilles take up its crown, Landuin could not feel triumph in his heart as did the other Companions.
He rode back to Mousillon and rebuilt his home, but the duchy was forever touched by his sorrow. Thierulf, Companion of
Gilles and friend of Landuin, sought to ease Landuin’s grief, but his cause was hopeless. None can say what hurt was done
to Landuin’s pride but he did fight Thierulf in a duel most sharp and wounded Thierulf about the face. From the courts of
the Companions did Landuin withdraw after this. Much later, mystery was joined with woe when Landuin, an old man, was
found dead in his bed, for so few had shared his life those past years and none knew what thoughts held court in his heart. It
was said he died of a broken heart, weeping for his dead kin and the sickness upon the land of his birth.
What Duke of Mousillon since has not fought against the grief of the land that seeks to drain the heart from its people? And
what Duke has succeeded? For every noble knight who has made the valley of the Grismerie verdant and fair, there is another
who has shared Landuin’s sorrow and left it sodden and grey. Think not that a rebel’s tongue speaks in this head! This bard
seeks not to denounce the nobles of Bretonnia, heirs as they are to Gilles and his Companions. But every tale agrees that men
like Merovech the Butcher thrive in that benighted land of Mousillon, of noble birth though they be. Yes, Merovech cursed be
his name, who in the dark days of the Red Pox seemed a saviour of Bretonnia from the vermin that did infest it, and yet who
was struck mad in battle and was called out by the King for the depths of his bloodlust. Merovech, who slew the King in a
The Tale of Maldred
duel like an animal, who died without honour, his name a blight on Mousillon. And yet he, as you know well, traveller, is not
the foulest man to have taken a seat in the Ducal Palace of Mousillon.
Wherefore did this curse come to Bretonnia? Surely not from the soul of Landuin, whose heart was as strong and pious as
any who ever lived. Some villain, then, who did evil away from the sight of men? Some taint from before the time of the
Elves? A work of the Greenskin beasts or the wizard of the walking dead whom Landuin slew? None know, not I, not you,
not the sage and the lord, and yet all know that the curse waxes deadly still. For witness the tale of Maldred, and know you
grief that the curse can so twist the noblest soul, and that such treachery can come of it.
PART THE SECOND: MALDRED THE FOUL
Maldred, the Last Duke of Mousillon, lorded over the most lavish court in Bretonnia from the Ducal Palace. At his side
his lady, the ravishing Malfleur, pale of skin and sharp of word, was famed for her comeliness throughout the land and,
said many, had the ear of her Duke more than was meant for a lady. Maldred built marble where there had been hovels, and
gilded the chapels to the Lady, and spake of the honour he had restored to Mousillon. Malfleur gathered ladies-in-waiting of
matchless beauty to grace the court. Happy was the Knight who was called to the court, for none offered a greater feast or
nobler chanson to a guest than Maldred of Mousillon.
Came the day the Fay Enchantress herself was asked by Maldred to do the honour of attending his court. The Fay deigned to
accept for Maldred had built many monuments to the Lady. Many were the ignoble tongues that wondered aloud, “will Lady
Malfleur or the Fay surpass the other in beauty?”
But alas! Alack! There was no beauty at that ill-starred feast. For the feast was poisoned and put the Fay Enchantress into
a deathly slumber, there to be imprisoned by the fell magics of Malfleur—for the Dark Lady of Mousillon was a sorceress
most impious. And so Maldred’s plan came to light. He desired the throne of Bretonnia and claimed far and wide that the
Enchantress had deserted the rightful King. Then, when the most stout-hearted Knights were doubting that the blessing of
the Lady still lay upon the crown, Maldred made the foulest claim than hath besmirched the tongue of any Knight before or
since. He claimed to have the Grail, given to him by the Lady, and demanded the crown be his!
Maldred’s lie was so brazen that not a true-hearted Knight in the land believed it to be the truth. Maldred the Mad, he was
named—Maldred the Foul, the Betrayer of the Grail. The bauble he claimed was merely a trinket enchanted by Malfleur, and
even as he brandished it from his battlements the army of the rightful King marched into Mousillon. Maldred, however, had
the support of many nobles of Mousillon, having tricked some and corrupted others, along with many Knights whose hearts
had become dark and whose lust for power and wealth outweighed their devotion to their Code. There the City of Mousillon
was besieged, and a most terrible siege it was. The Knights and men-at-arms of the King were valiant in their attack, but the
walls of the City were stout. Then, o woe of woes, the Red Pox was rampant among friend and foe. The dead filled the streets
of the City, and lay in heaps among the siege works. Great was the death, and so foul the stench that some say all the waters
of the Grismerie have never yet washed it away.
Maldred and Malfleur, alike in their wickedness and madness, shut themselves in the Ducal Palace and feasted with gluttony
unbecoming Knight or lady. Day and night they feasted, and danced, and heard the songs of gutter-tongued bawds, even
while death danced its merry dance in the streets outside. The Red Pox, cruellest of maladies, slew every man, woman, child,
dog and crawling thing in the City, and thereafter it was remembered as the City of the Damned. When the plague-weary
forces of the King finally opened the gates, they found nought but a town of corpses. And in the Ducal Palace, still attired
in finery, were the corpses of Maldred, Malfleur and all the courtiers, dead where they had fallen in the midst of their dance.
It is said by some that the marks of the Red Pox were not on them, but that the poison that slew them was the pure venom of
treachery, striking dead their very souls.
So passed Maldred the Betrayer and Malfleur the Dark Lady of Mousillon. The King was much sorrowed to see the verdant
valley and fair glades of Landuin’s home brought so low, and he spat upon the ground and declared the Lady’s light shone
no more upon Mousillon. The Fay Enchantress, rescued from imprisonment by a valiant young Knight, lent her voice to his
declaration—that Mousillon will have no Duke, and that all the duchies of Bretonnia shall no longer embrace that land as
brother. For so long Mousillon had sunk into disgrace and wretchedness, and now the duchy was truly lost, its arms stricken
from the banners of the land.
But the curse� ah, the curse outlives all, traveller. And I fear it will outlive you and I, for there is a taint on this land
and the Grismerie is turned too sluggish and sick to wash it away. Plague stalks this land as surely as do the bandits and
walking-dead, and madness, too. No, the woes of Mousillon are not yet done, and there are those who say that they are only
just beginning anew. Witness the armour of black, the unraised visor, the iron-clad fist that rules from the shadows! Yes,
darkness is abroad, from the City of the Damned to the hovels of the wretched. Mousillon is lost indeed, and if you seek to
find it, traveller, you will find only death.
I hope this helps...
Cheers fdr
A friend of mine is a red shirt in a local store (THIS IS NOT A RED SHIRT RUMOUR!) & they had to do a 'tale of 4 gamer's' project in store to be displayed in the window.
He did a Mousillon Blood Dragon's army, seen some of the bits at his house when he was working on it, but not seen it since he's finished it though.
One day I will finish painting for something... honest...
I am doing something like that, hence my interest on the darker matters of Mousillon (the dukedom) and the stories of their dukes.
Still, where did the curse of the land came from? And how did the Undead risen there?
Thank you Sedekiel for your post!
Sedekiel. Where did that come from.
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http://www.blackindustries.com/Sedekiel. Where did that come from.
It was a preview pdf piece, if memory serves me right...
The text says :"at his side his lady, the ravishing Malfleur, pale of skin and sharp of word, was famed for her comeliness throughout the land and,Still where did the curse of the land came from?And how did the Undead risen there?
said many, had the ear of her Duke more than was meant for a lady".
I really think that Maldred's Lady was a Lahmian vampire, she set the whole thing up with the cunning only a Lady vampire could.
A friend of mine is a red shirt in a local store (THIS IS NOT A RED SHIRT RUMOUR! ) & they had to do a 'tale of 4 gamer's' project in store to be displayed in the window.
He did a Mousillon Blood Dragon's army, seen some of the bits at his house when he was working on it, but not seen it since he's finished it thoughI have done the same thing. I was inspired by the Pc game Dark Omen. I remember the mission in Mousillion. When you aproached the city Gates the game paused and showed a video of the Black Grail Knights coming out (horses and Knights with glittering red eyes) hooves throwing sparks.I am doing something like that, hence my interest on the darker matters of Mousillon (the dukedom) and the stories of their dukes.
All my Black knights are Empire knights with heads from Knights of the Realm.
I have also made a unit of Black Grail knights made exclusively from grail Knights all painted Black. Gamewise they are Black knights with the banner of Barrows...
Cheers fdr
Nah, the curse probably goes back way further than that. What about the Madness of Merovech, or the Red Pox?Originally Posted by Sedekiel
There are hints something was amiss with Landuin. The Undead where a plague even in his day. I love mysteries without an answer! There are a couple of things it could be, but to be honest it works far far better if we never know.
“Who knows what horrors lurk beneath the Trapdoor?”
I also have a Mousillon themed VC army. Must get it finished and pics posted.
If I am not mistaken when the red pox struck Brettonia one of the areas that were not affected was Mousillion (I wonder why). Merovech discovered that the source of the pox was the skaven (yeah right) and after uniting the knights under his banner destroyed the skaven.Nah, the curse probably goes back way further than that. What about the Madness of Merovech, or the Red Pox?
The weird things start when Merovech invites the victorious knights to dine with him in his castle where after an insult he challenges the king in a duel. Merovech wins the duel killing the king and drinking his blood (now I wonder why he did that)...
Anyway mousillion seems to be one of the most cursed cities in the old world. The thing is that IMHO the whole cursed thing just goes around blood drinking habits, raising the dead, enchanting paled skin beauties and ferocious fighters. I think that all this info leads to VC...
Cheers fdr
I remember that in the game, kinda a cool idea, that Grail knights the purest of the pure are corrupted by the city's dark influence.
Yes, the land has its dark infamy from even before Landuin but it has always been linked with the undead. Any one could give some info on the Red Duke, as we are at it?
And if you know of any good pics of the type of army that was mentioned, i'd apreciate it too.
Cheers.
Merovech, in fact, was ignorant of the plague's root cause. It is true that he and his knights wore black visors, but that is the symbol of all villainous knights in Bretonnia. Merovech, furthermore, worked during the day. He drank the king's blood, but the context suggests savagery rather than thirst.
Merovech, to my mind, was a Khorne worshipper. His advisors 'dabble in things beyond their power to control'. By definition, one does not dabble in becoming a vampire. Merovech travels and fights in daylight, his mind full of thoughts of 'blood, death, and battle'; he frenxiedly hacks up his victims long after he kills them. When the Bretonnians finally stopped him, his frenzy took a heavy toll on his attackers. Blood Dragon vampires are disciplined and skilled; Khorne devotees are frenzied animals. And so with Merovech.
The Red Duke was Duke of Aquitaine during the Crusades. He was vampirised by a Blood Dragon before the Battle of Al-Haikk. Upon his return to Bretonnia, he terrorised the land until the King slew him in battle, and laid his remains to rest in a magical tomb. Thousands of years later, a disgraced wizard discovered the Red Duke and freed him. After a brief reign of terror, the Red Duke was defeated at the Battle of Ceren Fields and forced to flee. No one has seen him since - or seen him and lived to tell the tale.
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It is unliekly that Malfleur was a Vampire if she was struck down by a disease.
Merovech could be a Khorne devotee or a vampire, bloodlines aren't exactly strict, and any Vampire can unleash his inner beast in a way that probably resembles a champion of Khorne. Walking in daylight is not an issue either, but I think it's still more likely that he was a Khorne fanatic.
You can dabble in Necromancy, and that certainly can bring one to madness. I also think no vampirism lies there, but necromancy certainly does. Khorne has no effect on the dead, nor it rots the land and such. My best bet would really be necromancy.
i don't understand if Mousillon's rulers were vampires or just corrupted men( maybe chaos worshippers9? ;-(
The Masque of red death, anybody?
Yup. Another total rip-off.
The Masque of red death, anybody?
It even has the masked ball and Death walking in and everything.
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