Edvar Vexholt
Edvar Vexholt, the Gilded Thorn
Champion of the Marienburg Warband
"A name is like a blade—useless if not drawn, fatal if not sheathed."
Edvar Vexholt doesn’t brag, and he doesn’t beg. He fights like a man raised on flattery but fed by exile—a duelist who turned disgrace into distinction. Once a minor noble of House Vexholt, Edvar fell from grace when a rival heir died under curious circumstances involving a balcony, a bottle of Myrmidian brandy, and a missing rapier. The House called it an accident. Edvar called it a decision.
Exiled before the courts could ask questions, he vanished into Marienburg’s dueling circles and mercenary guilds. He returned years later with a new reputation and a new purpose—more dangerous now without a title than he ever was with one. Those who laughed at the “velvet scoundrel” now clutch their throats before they speak.
Vexholt leads from within, not above. He doesn’t command; he dares. His presence dares his allies to rise above their station and dares his enemies to underestimate him one more time. He wears blue and gold not as tribute to Marienburg, but as a mocking echo of the nobility that tried to erase him.
Mordheim is his theater now—and every duel, a soliloquy.
Role in the Warband
- Elite duelist and enforcer of the Captain’s will
- Leads precision raids and high-stakes ambushes
- Handles internal discipline and public displays of power
Combat Style
- Fights with twin estoc-style rapiers, focusing on speed and riposte
- Wields a hidden stiletto for finishing moves—"nobility doesn't mean fair"
- Prefers fights where reputation is at stake—he always makes sure there's an audience
Personality
- Charismatic, caustic, and ruthlessly self-aware
- Speaks in layered irony; every compliment feels like a test
- Holds grudges with the elegance of a man writing poetry with poison
Appearance Traits
- Golden-blond hair tied back, beard meticulously styled
- Wears fine-but-faded nobleman’s garb, reforged into dueling gear
- A single sapphire earring—rumored to have belonged to a slain noblewoman
- His rapier hilts are engraved with House Vexholt’s crest, scratched out but still visible
Rumors & Secrets
- Some say he still receives letters from his old house, sealed with guilt and coin
- Others claim he keeps the poisoned chalice in his pack—untouched, but never far
- It's whispered that he once dueled a vampire under moonlight and left it bleeding
- A few believe his exile was self-engineered, the final move in a long, slow vendetta
Edvar Vexholt does not seek forgiveness, and he does not fear death. He seeks only this: that when the histories of Mordheim are written in blood, someone carves his name deep.
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