Stormcrow Family/Aleister

Aleister Stormcrow

Aleister is the oldest child of Sadhwen and Eric Stormcrow. As the names imply the family is celtic from origin and Aleister was teached by his father in the ways of the sword since he was 6 years old. His father always made a big deal about familytraditions and that it is important to remember the ways of the ancient. So he teached him the ways of the druids aswell, what fell on fertile soil in young Aleisters soul. His mother, a diplomate when she was young, teached him that there are sometimes problems a sword cant solve and that a sharp tongue may find a solution a weapon cant find. Well his father disagreed, of course, but he loved his mother just the way he loved his father and so he learned in secret, to write, argue and persuade, just to bring no trouble to the family. This mixture of diplomatic skills and a powerful swordarm made him later a respected and honored member of the little knighthood he was about to lead. When he was 15 a plague hit his families land and many fell just where they stood ... together with his father they used there druidskills to help the peasants but in the end more than 50% died before the strange illness vanished just like it came. * His father died aswell while fighting the plague. On his dying bed he took a promise from his son, and Aleister takes this very serious. "Son, come closer ... *cough, cough* ... I will die soon ..." ... "no, father you will heal out, I ..." .. "Be you quiet, your mother teached you well all this years but you cant persuade me ... i am droping off the hooks soon so listen carefully ... *cough* ... behind the cabinet in my room is some stuff for you, I wanted to give it to you personaly when you take the lead here, well it looks like this will happen much earlier than I thought, but I trust that you are ready for this. Its some money, a black leatherarmor and most important a sword, an old one, made by our ancients far behind in the old lands, my father passed it to me and his father to him ... it started coming down the stream of time long before we started settling in this realm ... honor it, make good use of it ... the ancients are with you when you draw it. When we arrived in this land the former Duke gave us this land and the Clan and the Dukes of Kazakh stood side by side in many battles since this time. Sometimes we lost, sometimes we won ... but what ever happend we both always honored this unspoken contract. i want you to honor it aswell ... i ask you to follow the Duke of Kazakh and help him in any way you can. this sword i spoke of, its name is "Beak of the Stormcrow", and it saved the life of more than one duke, more than one time ... follow this path so I can be proud of you when you take the the stygian ferry yourself ... promise, so I can take my last journey in peace" ... "I promise father, its an honor" ... "good, good ... now I can leave with a peacful heart, take care of your brother and sister and help your mother to rule this little knighthood that became the home of the Stormcrow Clan since we hit this coast, when I am gone, please put a silvercoin in my mouth, so I can pay the ferryman ... will you do that?" ... "of course ... *while starting crying* ... I will father, I will" ... then the old man was gone, leaving young Aleister behind with a burden, he didnt know if he ever would be strong enough to take. Two more years he lived with his mother, his brother Fearghal and his sister Caitlin on the familyland. Then the war struck the land and the "Beak of the Stormcrow" was calling him. After offering his oath to the Duke of Kazakh, like he promised, he joined the war against the Islands, where traitors had taken over a realm to spread there seed of poison and treason. He fought many battles at the shore of Stora and in the City of Kalmar to free the lands what gained him respect and friendship amongst the nobles of Old Rancagua. He was the first Marshal of the Fearless Legions and was appointed as High Marshal a little later. After the war was over he stepped down and went for an extended travel only to see that Old Rancagua was in the middle of a war again when he came back and this time the odds where all against his beloved realm. He fought several battles to defend Ashforth against the fontanese traitors and died at 21. February 2008 during the defense of Old Rancaguas Capitol. He died like he lived, upright and with shining eyes and leaves a hole in the clan that hardly anybody can fill. This is how others saw Aleister Stormcrow: Letter from Grimm Greywolf Oh please, please no... Sir Aleister Stormcrow, a long served noble, furious warrior and great friend once you are to know him was called home today. May Ora offer him a seat in the heavens so he can see us sending our prayers. Let's remember him as the fighter for Old Rancagua that he was, always dedicated to the cause, never late for battle. may your soul and sword be blessed in service, yours Sir Grimm Greywolf Warden of Old Rancagua, Marshal of the Guardians Roleplay from Epoch Shadowbane As my men and I marched slowly along the rough roads of Kazan heading towards the ships that would take them back to Obsidian Island his messenger came running through the ranks "Sir Shadowbane...I've word that Aleister Stormcrow of OR was killed earlier in Ashforth," Continuing to march he looked over at his messenger and nodded. "What of the others that were in Ashforth?" "Fontan took victory...no other word has other than that and the death of Lord Stormcrow," "I see, thank you...," With a deep sigh he picked up his pace as his messenger slowed slightly and begin to give letters to his men. "Lord Stormcrow....Damn fine marshal....Damn fine Marshal indeed," I heard from my captain Eodred. I nodded slightly "Sir, are you ok?" Looking over at Eodred my eyes were narrowed and my eye brows were clenched....all the signs of anger and almost shear hatred. "Eodred...Lord Aleister Stormcrow was one of my first marshals when we were in the Fearless Legion. I'm sure you remember. I had the uptmost respect for him. Fontan shall pay for this...," Eodred stopped "Milord?" Stopping myself the rest of the unit slowed and stopped as well. Turning to face Eodred I drew my rapier brought it across my body and took a hold of the blade, right above the hand guard, with my left hand. "Let this be a blood oath...witnessed by all of you now. My blood shall be spilled, my body may be broken and breath nearly driven from me but Fontan shall pay for what they have done today," At that I slid my left hand up the blade, cutting the blade across my palm and as the blade cleared my hand I clenched it into a fist letting the drops of blood spill upon the brown dirt at my feet. "Tonight we sail for Stora...but make no mistake...we will return to these lands and the blood of the Fontan Army will be that which stains the ground," Epoch Shadowbane (Knight of Alvaret) Letter from Paul Aelradir My deepest condolences Mistress of the Stormcrows, I have known your brother well, he and my sister got a long pretty well. A strong and vigilant carracter, uniting his men under the banner of the Fearless Legion, later General of Old Rancangua. I hear he had good chances of being High Guards successor and by god, we would have needed it. I will remembe master Aleister as an important character in Old Rancanguas society. May his ferry turn him over to the other side and lift his spirits to a new awakening. May he live an afterlife of pleasure. yours, Paul Aelradir Royal Treasurer of Obsidian Islands Roleplay from Maria Aelradir People of the Kazakh Duchy, Fearless Legionares, Old Rancanguans today is a sad day, a day to wear black. Master Aleister former High Marshall, Lord of Kazan has parted us. May he be remembered and his spirit carried by his subordinates. The proud members of our army have known him well and we will continue his legacy. Condolences to the Stormcrow family, truely yours, Maria Aelradir Baroness of Kazan Letter from Karlson Solarin My Lady Caitlin, It is with deepest sympathy that I send you this missive. It is never easy to see kith and kin pass into the next life. Though I never new him, I am assured that if he was your brother, then he sits this night in the Golden Hall at Odin's right hand. Your grief is my grief you loss as mine, I shall raise a horn of mead to his memory! Sincerly, Karlson Solarin Arch Priest of Obsidian Islands Letter from Lion Bitterstein NO!!!!! Aleister is dead .... I can't believe it. This is a very sad day for me, and I guess for the whole realm. NOBLES OF OLD RANCAGUA! PLEASE DO NOT ALLOW ALEISTER'S SACRIFICE TO BE IN VAINE!!! LET US REMEMBER WHO WE ARE, WHERE WE COME FROM, AND WHO WE FIGHT FOR. LET US FIGHT, MY FRIENDS. LET'S FIGHT FOR THE HONOR OF POOR ALEISTER, LET'S FIGHT FOR OUR KING AND COUNTRY, LET'S FIGHT FOR OUR OWN HONOR - BUT MOST OF ALL: LET'S STAND TOGETHER NOW AND FIGHT FOR EACH OTHER. WE WILL NOT ALLOW OUR ENEMY TO DEFEND US, WHILE WE STILL ARE ABLE TO FIGHT, WON'T WE? My old friend Elmer Ironoak told me something about honor. He told me something of glory. Then he told me something about the White Tree. After that he explained, that those three things are one. LET'S FIGHT FOR THE WHITE TREE. AND, DEAR FRIENDS: LET US ENCOURAGE EACH OTHER. I'm only a young noble, but I know about the power of companionship and trust. MAY WE STAND UP AND SHOW OUR ENEMY, WHAT IT MEANS TO THREATEN THE WHITE TREE. LET US STAND UP, BROTHERS AND SISTERS! LET US FIGHT! FOR HONOR AND GLORY! FOR THE WHITE TREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sir Lion Bitterstein (Knight of Caqueta) Roleplay from Patrick Wulf With his bloody sword in hands Patrick walks over the battlefield. During the battle he was separated from his man. The battle lasted for 2 hours, but it Patrick’s hardest battle he ever fought. “Milord, Milord, finally I’ve found you”, says a voice behind Patrick. Patrick turns around and sees in the face of his Captain Bart. “Captain. I’m glad to see you’re still alive. Do you have seen the rest of our men?” “Ehm, well yes Milord….but I have to tell you that there are only 3 men who can still stand and fight, 3 died and the 13 left lays in their tents and wait for the healer that he can help them, or that Oroya take them to her to have a better place in heaven.” “Well that’s not really good to hear…..” “Milord, I am sorry to interrupt you….but there is still…another thing I have to tell you.” Patrick looks in his Captains eyes. He knows immediately that again one of Old Rancaguas children has died. He was frightened. “Bart, tell me…who is it this time?” “One of the Fontan swords has strike down Sir Aleister….He is dead…..Milord.” “I thank you Captain Bart. I know that was surely not easy to say me this. Now take care of our wounded man. I will see if I can find the other nobles.” His captain turns around and leaves immediately. Bart knows that Patrick wants be alone now. Patrick continues his walk over the battlefield, but this time he doesn’t know where his feet take him. In his eyes shivered tears, and they were gliding trough his face down to the burned Earth. Patrick fells on his knees and begins to pray. After an hour, he rises again, and marshes back to the camp. His unit was nearly wiped out and even the 13 wounded can’t help him, because they wouldn’t be ready in time. But Patrick didn’t care any longer. And when he have to fight the Fontanese army all alone, then so be it. Angrily thinks Patrick, “As long as I can still hold my sword I will ensure that every men who will come against me, I will strike him down. I want to see blood.” Patrick Wulf (Knight of Kazan)