Ergeon is a Mormaer of Battania and the leader of clan fen Derngil. He is the owner of Dunglanys and Aster Castle, the brother of former High King Aeril, the husband of Nywin, and the father of Ranaon, Sein, and Alynneth.
Description[]
Ergeon is the head of the fen Derngil and brother of the vanished king Aeril. Although his clan deeply resents Caladog, whom they consider a lowborn upstart who probably had something to do with King Uthelhain's disappearance, Ergeon insists that his relatives remain loyal to the new king. The fen Derngils have always stood for a strong monarchy, and he is loathe to return the Battanians to the anarchy that consumed them for much of their history.
According to his Personality Traits, he is Honest (Honor 1), Cautious (Valor -1), Merciful (Mercy 1) and Calculating (Calculating 1). He has the reputation for being decent and kind.
As with all noblemen and women, his Armor, Weapons, Perks, Friends, Enemies, and Attribute Points are all randomized at the beginning of the game.
Skills[]
| Skill | Value |
|---|---|
| One Handed | 120 |
| Two Handed | 120 |
| Polearm | 120 |
| Bow | 100 |
| Crossbow | 80 |
| Throwing | 80 |
| Riding | 100 |
| Athletics | 80 |
| Tactics | 50 |
| Charm | 140 |
| Leadership | 100 |
| Trade | 140 |
| Steward | 160 |
Quotes[]
| “ | Ah... For any son of Battania, there will be no prouder moment in his life than that day. Any true son of Battania, anyway.
Look, right before the battle, our high king, Aeril, disappears. And his adopted son Caladog becomes king. That sets tongues to wagging, you know? But let me tell you - old Aeril could never in his life won such a victory as did Caladog, that day. We waited for them, like wolves in the wood, as their vanguard came up the winding road. They came without archers to protect them. Caladog blew his horn, and our bowmen fired on them from all sides. They turned their shields one way, and were hit from the other. A glorious thing to watch... When they were all good and addled like frightened sheep, running this way and that, the rest of us warriors descended upon them with our falxes and swords. I cleaved this way and that. I took 12 heads, and mine was far from the greatest catch. Ah, the grandchildren tire of me telling this story... |
” |
| — on the Battle of Pendraic | ||