Le Craint Family/Emyhr le Craint

Emyhr le Craint is the current head of the le Craint Family. He grew up around his families home in Poryatu under the tutelage of his Grandfather Malcom le Craint and his father, Rawlin. He is the elder brother of Mariana le Craint, who became his main rival during his youth, the two of them fighting often and challenging each other to competitions of strength and intellect. Emyhr was the pride of the family, taking after his father and grandfather in almost every way, it was only natural that he would be the one that would secede his father and take over the mercenary company that the le Craint family operated. This came with the ire of his sister who promptly challenged him to a duel over who would become the head of the family. This resulted in Marianas loss but major injuries on both sides. Emyhr partially lost his eyesight in his right eye while Mariana's leg was left weakened.

Soon after Emyhr took over the mercenary company, the families power became known and was knighted within the realm of Luria Nova for his families service. He served under the banner of Luria Nova for 3 years, during which he was appointed Earl of Nid Tek and Vice-Marshal of Luria's Wrath. (OOC: See further down for more on Emyhr's time in Luria Nova.)

This all came to an end however after tragedy struck. During one of the later attacks on Luria Nova, Emyhr's home and family were killed by monsters using Nid Tek as both a target of slaughter and a movement point for further attacks. After these events, Emyhr moved away from Luria Nova in search of a new purpose. With the guidance and companionship of another knight [Greybrook Family|Solomon Greybrook] the two of them headed north. Their first and only stop north was in Sol. The two of them joined up with other like minded nobles and set out east to establish a presence within the lost western lands.

Luria Nova:

Emyhr's time in Luria nova was short, spending only 3 years of his early life as a knight and half a year as an Earl. However, during this time he experienced a lot while meeting many different people. Emyhr started to make a name for himself while in the main branch of the army. Working to fight back against the hordes, he became recognised as a respectable infantry commander. This came to fruition when he was appointed Vice-marshal of Luria's Wrath under Solomon Greybrook. The two of them working together to coordinate the efforts to repel the hordes. For a time, this worked well. However, as the attacks became more frequent this came to the breaking point.

Emyhr was a proud member of Ordo Leonis serving dutifully to uphold the standards and tenants of the order. However, the order slowly collapsed as the funding within regions and loss of regions put pressure on the order. Eventually, the order would cease to exist, however memories of such still survive, with hopes that maybe one day it shall return.

During his time, Emyhr would go on to meet and interact with many different people. His earliest encounter was a hunting trip organised by the then Emperor Aldrakar Renodin. He would have further encounters with the emperor, up until the events of intrigue struck the realm causing a dispute and loss of trust. During this period, Emyhr saw many different Emperors try to claim the throne. Throughout all of this, Emyhr remained loyal to his King Matthew Coffey and his liege Ciarghuala Dubhaine.

However, his peaceful time came to an end. During the last few days within the realm, Emyhr was struck with grief induced madness over the loss of his family. During this time, Emyhr and Solomon Greybrook planned and set off to the north in search of a new purpose.

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Grief Looking over the harbour, Emyhr stood and pondered. His grizzled face no longer gave off the respectable aura it once did, it now showed only grief. His facial hair had been left untamed, it now grew out into an irregular fashion. Now he wore black, not as to meet the trends but to portray the grief that he has felt. The period of mourning had not come to an end. He let out a deep sigh, slinking deeper into the harbour wall, his legs only barely holding himself up. "I wonder what I should do? Where I should go? Who I should be? This world does not give me hope any more, not like it once did." The sounds of men and woman leaving the taverns from the dock below filled the air, the cheer and laughter only added to his grief. Emyhr could not imagine what they had experienced, he thought to himself. The comfort to live behind walls must have left them ignorant to the world around them. Emyhr took a step back from the wall, bracing himself as he stood up ensuring that he had the right footing. Once again, looking out over the bay, the calm of the ocean seemed peaceful but only stood as a progenitor to the choas that the sea can bring. Emyhr headed towards the stairs, making his way to the harbour side manor to which he was residing in. Taking his first steps down, he lost his footing. Slipping down the damp cobble steps, he was caught just before the end by his captain, he looked upon the weakened man that stood before him. "Sir, You mustn't wander off this late at night. Not in your current state. Come, let us return to the manor." Emyhr didn't put up a fight and followed the captain, feeling uneasy about the whole ordeal however. It did not take long, the captain brought a cup of wine and some fresh candles to Emyhr's room, setting them out around the room and lighting them. He bowed to Emyhr and left the room almost as quickly as he had arrived. Emyhr who now sat on the edge of his bed, let out another deep sigh. The sound of the waves had become less frequent and harder to hear over the noise of the harbour. He stood up and made his way to the desk in his room, a small pile of papers and a fresh pot of ink sat ready. He grabbed his cup and took a deep swig before sitting down and proceeding to write endless letters, throwing out copies that he did not like. This went on for hours, the sounds of the harbour came to an end but Emyhr still sat there, new piles of paper had arrived and the scraps that now littered the floor was slowly being cleared up by the occasional servant who mustered up enough courage to enter his room. The bags around his eyes from his sleepless nights only grew darker and darker with ever hour that passed. Finally he lent into the back of his chair, his emotionless face hanging there in the still air. His breathing both slow and harsh, he slumped up from his chair. In a slow movement he made his way to his bed, falling into the smooth and well kept blankets, making no effort to change nor prepare himself for the night. The only thing that broke the lifeless atmosphere was the sound of the occasional weeping and heavy breathing of a weakened and frail man.

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A New Purpose The salty sea breeze brushed through Emyhr's rugged silver hair, shielding his eyes from the wind his only redemption by ducking behind the ledge of the boat. Emyhr stood on the main deck of the ship. His eyes encircled by dark black circles, blood shot and watery his sleepless nights proved ever tough for the young man. Once the breeze passed by, Emyhr stood up once again and looked over the bay towards the port of Askileon, he let out a deep sigh turning away looking towards his men settling down for the evening. At which point Solomon approached, the man looking better then Emyhr did, he leaned against the edge of the boat. "So... We have finally taken the plunge into the unknown. My friend, I do not know what the world has in store for us on our travels. I hope that tonight will be the night I finally get some sleep." Emyhr struggled on his feet, his lack of energy was becoming more and more apparent with every day that past. Solomon held out his arm as a brace for Emyhr, the two of them making their way toward a table that had been set up on the top deck. A couple of attendants began preparing the table for the evening meal, covering the warn table with a simple linen cloth, placed an assortment of cups and plates followed by jugs of wine. The two of them sat at opposite ends, the stewards poured wine into each of their cups and departed towards the stairs going below deck towards the kitchen. "The future may be clouded in mystery but that is part of the charm of it. Wherever the winds shall take us, I am sure we will find a hint towards what we seek. For now, let us eat. With luck, the sea shall help you sleep tonight." The two men enjoy the meal prepared by the ships crew, a simple meal not suited for a noble but they enjoyed it none the less. As the evening drew to a close, the men began to break into the kegs of ale brought along for the trip, many of them excited for the venture in the north. Emyhr and Solomon now a few drinks down joined a few of the men as they reveled in the prospects of the future, many of them showing off scars from battles and fights. Emyhr was feeling more prospective about the future seeing the men enthusiastic and hopeful. Emyhr grabs his drink and stood up promptly. "Well then men, the time for adventure is now. Lets us remain hopeful to what lies in wait for us. To the future..." Emyhr raised his cup in cheer. "TO THE FUTURE.." The men cheered in chorus.

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Out with the old Darkness has fallen over Emyhr. Standing within the dilapidated city of Goldenfarrow, gathered around a small gallows that had been set up within a large open marketplace. Of course, this place had not been used for a market in quite some time, making it easy to set up a rudimentary platform. Emyhr stood at the top, he black armour speckled with blood and dirt, the edges crusted with salt brought in by the sea air. His hair left ragged and untamed, blowing with the wind, as the shadow of the nearby building split his face he stepped forward to greet the crowd that had gathered. "Greetings citizens of Goldenfarrow, for far to long have you been left to rot in your own bile. A new age is upon you, and with this, the old must be removed." He turned to one of his men who stood behind him, "Bring them out.." A small line of men, who clothes seemingly stood out from the rest of the populous who wore only rags. Hoods covered their faces but the shine of their jewelry made it clear who they were. There came a serious of jeering, a stream of rotten tomatoes followed smacking the prisoners. One such tomato his one of the hoods, knocking it off, revealing a tired and broken man. Further shouts came following this revelation. Emyhr procceeded to hold up his hand, silencing the crowd. "The accused who stand before you were found guilty of corruption, deceit and neglect, to which they have been sentenced to death." There came a cheering from the crowd upon hearing this news, the men stood on the gallows began to cry out as their heads were placed within the nooses that hung down. More tomatoes were slung towards the men, the hoods were removed to show an equally pitiful sight. Emyhr walked up to one who began to plea for mercy. "M'lord, please.... I have a family... I did this for them." Emyhr smiled as he gripped at the golden chain that hung at his neck before tearing it off. "Is this what you call 'helping' your family?" He proceeded to throw the chain into the crowd as a number of hands tried to grab at it. "As you can see, the condemned have taken your hard earned money and lived a lavish lifestyle at your expense. No longer shall you have to suffer at their hands, for the Golden Host has come to liberate you from your oppressors." There came another cheer followed by Emyhr's men throwing more and more jewelry into the crowd taken from the men at the gallows. Emyhr stood next to a large lever, he gently placed his hand on the wooden handle, looking upon the crowd and smiled. "Today marks a new age for Golden Farrow. The Golden Host brings you the justice you so seek." With those words Emyhr pulled back on the lever as the men on the gallows dropped and slumped. Emyhr faced the crowd and held his hands up. Further cheers erupted from the crowd, many of them holding up scraps of the jewelry that they had managed to get ahold of.

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