Murdoch Montambert

Murdoch Montambert is known infamously throughout Knotside as the 'Duke of Debauchery' both to his absolute delight, and to the chagrin of the pious and virtuous of Knotside. He moved to the city less than a decade ago, a humble bard attending The Blackhall Bards College. Even in his tenure as a student he was known for attending, and throwing, wild parties that would last long into the night and be attended by people of all walks of life looking for a good time. Upon graduation he set to making a name for himself, and so he did, performing far and wide across the cities, one night fulfilling a particularly raunchy performance in the bars and brothels in Knotsides underbelly, and the next playing a scandalous set at a nobles house party or ball. Some say Murdoch gave himself the nickname, others say it was a playful title given by the noble women who he constantly wooed, either way the name stuck and he's always worn it proudly.   After a year of sleeping in whatever bed he could worm his way into, either that of an inn or a nobles, he finally purchased his own flat in the Red Cap district. Too many times he had been kicked out of a nobles bed into the rain after nearly being caught by would be jealous husbands and wives, and having somewhere to go back to and to write his music and poetry has helped his creative genius tremendously. His poems often contain scathing reviews of those who have wronged him or other bards, or are secretly praises about certain people he's bedded in the city. After spending about half a year touring through Thrane, and an extremely difficult tour in the Dredarian Empire, he returned to the city of Knotside with a much more 'worldly' view as he likes to call it.   Before the latest election he jokingly wrote a song about becoming a magister and what he'd do if he was in charge. It was meant to be satire, a joke about the Duke of Debauchery making himself a real duke, painting the streets gold, giving every orphan, penniless writer, and ugly whore a monthly stipend. Apparently his dripping sarcasm and harsh review of the current politics of the world spoke to the people of Red Cap, and despite not running Murdoch won the election by write in. His shock was only compounded when people would beg him on the street to give being the Magister a fair shake, and to not resign until he's given it an honest try.   Murdoch is... a surprisingly competent Magister. His seemingly wild ideas often wind up being used in some slightly altered form, and the council even gave him the honorary title of Duke since it harmed nobody to do so. Dumbfounded isn't a strong enough word to convey his utter shock, but since he keeps accidentally doing such a good job he figures he can't very well give up now, especially since Red Cap is doing so much better because of him.

Current Magister of Red Cap, Bard, Poet, Womanizer, 'Duke'