Earl Murgen Clattuc, also known as Rhialto Sansorian, Holy Master
2nd Holy Grand Master, Brittanic Age

Earl Murgen is based on Asheron's Call, Morningthaw Server. His contact information is available on the Asheron's Call roster for the Guild. Use this link to view Earl Murgen's Household site.

From the pen of Earl Murgen:

It is time for a new beginning, a birth of ideas, and a reformation of thought within these hallowed walls.

While moving through the walls of our fortress home, the stale breath of the ages comes to me. The shattering of reality as Lost friends, and forgotten foes tear at the fabric of my mind. Terrifying is the word I use to describe them. The voices of the dead, accusing me, taunting me, and with sorrow filled pleading begging me. Ao of the Opals, Amberlin the II, Herark the Harbinger and too many others to mention. They all speak to me, all say the same words.

"Where are you Murgen? What has happened to us? Our dreams were real as the unicorns of old, and our hearts as strong as any. Our souls burned in our desire for the fire of life, yet we are dead, buried, near forgotten. You, only you dear Murgen remember. And for how long that may be is short. You are our past, and our future. We are the forgotten. Do not forget us, for then you will only forget yourself.”

The words exist in the moments between being spoken and heard. Understanding is unquestionable, but the fact of their     existence remains unsure. Afterwards I wonder if I really heard anything at all.

These are the whispers (as I can only call them) heard in the ancient tower of noble knights. Yet can only I hear them? The stories of their lives corrupted by aging memories, and aging scrolls. The lower level storehouses are filled with the detritus of our guild’s journey through time. Our guild’s strength is it’s knowledge of it’s beginning, and the honor it holds from the history of it’s journey. We are all proud to be HCD. All proud to serve the Holy Cross. But a body without a soul, is a husk of dried death, easily swept away.

To honor the past we must preserve it. To preserve it, we must live it.

I commit before you the House of Clattuc. The house of guild knowledge, self knowledge and guild enlightenment. This house shall seek to educate the ignorant, feed the soul of the soul poor, and enlighten the mind to the inner mysteries of the guild. All that enter this house are warriors first, and illuminati second. Scribes, poets and artisans of the highest order reside in this house, along with the guild librarians, historians, and teachers. Their craft shall open a new age for our guild, a refinement of a coarse diamond into something wonderful.

We are the Poet Warriors. We are House Clattuc.

In loyal Service to the Cross

(signed) Earl Murgen Phandaal Clattuc
High Antiquary of the Cross