Le Craint Family/Emyhr le Craint/The Life of a Hero

Emyhr adopted the lifestyle of a hero fairly early into her career as a noble. Serving on the frontlines of Luria Nova during the times of the invasions would send many warriors running. Emyhr was different. His sense of justice and willingness to fight and protect the people made him a natural hero. These are the tales of his life as a hero:

((OOC: Many of my earlier RPs have been lost before this page was created.))

Rolyplay Archive

Recovering from his Wounds

Roleplay

The pain... it was unbearable. Night after night the healers tried to stabilise him. The screaming only got worse. Some days he improved. Others, his condition deteriorated. He could barely make out the sound of those around him. The blurry images of people? They did not look like people... A few days later: As Emyhr sat up on his bed, he did not know where he was. He felt strange. He had been wounded before but never had he felt this... empty. Amira sat next to him, her head against his chest, crying tears of joy and sorrow. Emyhr could not quite process what had taken place. The healers watched on, as if they were staring at a dying man, concern gripped their face. What were they looking at... shouldn't they be happy...? Emyhr thought to himself. His mind still dillusional from the countless restless nights and agonising days. He looked towards Amira, raising his arm to place it upon her shoulder... or at least he tried. There was nothing. No movement. No tension. No... feeling? He began to panic. He quickly tried to reach out, trying to grab at anything. One arm creaked and ached forward. The other did not. Emyhr looked around. The healers began reaching for something, Emyhr was not sure what. The captain of his unit ran towards him and placed his hands upon Emyhr's chest forcing him back into the bed before the healer proceeded to pour a mixture of something into his mouth. His heart raced with fear and confusion before he slumped back into the softness of the bed. The last thing he saw before he fell into a deep slumber that night... the bandaged stub where his arm used to be...

The Church of the Tidemother

Roleplay

The horse cantered through the gates of Via once again. To Emyhr it had felt like a lifetime since he was last here. His small company of knights followed him closely behind. It was no lie that they looked worn out. The armour and weapons showed obvious signs of damage. Amira and Captain Erdman rode next to Emyhr, passing carts of food and commoners seeking entry into the city. "Captain, see about recruiting some more to our number. Also, we need to get this equipment repaired." Emyhr threw a sack of gold towards the captain who caught in gracefully, "This should just about cover it. Should you need more, I shall be at the Church of the Tidemother." The captain nodded and led the small unit down the street ahead of Emyhr and Amira. The two, steadily, made their way down the mainstreet. While the pain has mostly gone, Emyhr had not yet gotten used to the feeling. Holding the reigns in one hand was difficult, something he would have to get used to. Approaching the large temple, the two of the dismounted from their horses. Emyhr was helped by a stableman, offering a his arm for balance. The temple was splashed in splendour. A remarkable structure. The door was open and numerous commoners and minor nobles were entering and leaving. As Emyhr and Amira arrived, the crowds parted allowing them to enter. Their were many eyes of admiration and concern as Emyhr entered through the grand oak doors. Passing through the colonnade entryway, Emyhr's eye caught the site of a beautiful statue highlighted by the glow light piercing through the stained glass behind the statue. The figure was nothing like he had seen before. Her hair flowing as if an ocean breeze blew through the church. He searched the church for a priest. Many were tending to other patrons but there was one who stood at the base of the statue, his head bowed towards the figure. He was wearing a cloak that seemingly changed colour, from green to blue and purple. Emyhr was reminded of his time crossing the Gold Sea when they first arrived in the western lands. Emyhr approached the figure, gently speaking as to not disturb the man. "Excuse me good priests, I have come to learn about the Church of the Tidemother. Is Margrave Umerith around? If he is free, I would like to talk with him." The priest turned around, his face young and fresh. He offered out his hands to the both of them, welcoming them to the church. "Founder Emyhr and Lady Amira, welcome to the Church of the Tidemother. I shall gladly seek out the Tidespeaker for you and alert him of your arrival. If you would wait right here for me, thank you." He bowed towards Emyhr and departed quickly, crossing his arms in the fold of his vestments. Emyhr took this time to admire the church. He could better see the stained glass window behind the main statue, oceanic colours and scenes spread across each panel. The statue seemingly dancing in the light of the ocean. The illusion of being under the sea did not go amiss as Emyhr admired every speck of the church. The two of them waited for the return of the priest, tightly holding each others hand. Neither of them could take their eyes away form the statue.

A visit to the Navarch

Roleplay

Sometime After Emyhr's visit to the Church of the Tidemother Emyhr and Amira left the grounds of the church arm in arm, pleased with the discussion they held with some of the priest's there. They decided to stroll around Via while the captain continued the recruitment process. They were accompanied by two veterans of the Soulless Marauders whom had been assigned as guards for the day. Emyhr new these men, fighting along side them in many battles, but their demeanour as they walked the city was different than usual. He shrugged this off and continued walking the street. The street was busy. The bustle of merchants and commoners along the side streets and shopfronts made for quite a noisy scene. However, over the noise of the crowd, something caught Emyhr's attention. "Via! Men and Women of Tol Goldora! The Navarch has arrived!" Emyhr turned to Amira, "It seems Solomon has arrived, care to join me in seeing if he has time to meet with us? I havent seen the man in what has felt like years." He smiled, gripping tightly against her arm. "That sounds wonderful. We must stop by a shop to buy a gift of some kind, to congratulate him." Emyhr smiled and nodded. They continued down the street, stopping at many different shops and markets before come to the grounds of the seat of the Navarch. A splendid place within the capital. Emyhr and Amira strode pass the commoners and minor nobles that were gathering at the bottom of the stairs and approached the man door where guards stood at attention. "Earl Emyhr, Marshal of the Golden Host, seeks and audience with Navarch Solomon Greybrook... If he has the time to spare."