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==House Urominiel==
 
==House Urominiel==
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Members of this house have transversed the continents looking for whatever it is warriors, nobles, knights, mentors, bureacrats, traitors, civil servants, bounty hunters, patriots, rogues, traders, assassins, merchants, bards  and the sorts look for.
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Members of this house have transversed the continents looking for whatever it is warriors, nobles, knights, mentors, bureaucrats, traitors, civil servants, bounty hunters, patriots, rogues, traders, assassins, merchants, bards  and the sorts look for.
  
 
===Fame===
 
===Fame===
  
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Catagorized to leave out exact details so not to spoil your [[fame]] hunting fun.
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Categorized to leave out exact details so not to spoil your [[fame]] hunting fun.
  
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*Prestige-4/6
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*Prestige-6/8
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*Governement Positions-8/9
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*Government Positions-9/9
 
*Local Positions-4/4
 
*Local Positions-4/4
 
*Tournaments-4/4
 
*Tournaments-4/4
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*Class specific-4/?
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*Class specific-6/?
 
*Wealth-3/3
 
*Wealth-3/3
 
*Construction-4/?
 
*Construction-4/?
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*Unknown-1/?
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*Skills?-4/?
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*Other-1/?
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*Other-5/?
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*Total Discovered-34/48
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*Total Discovered-45/52
  
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==Members==
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==Active Nobles==
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===Glorawarthien===
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None, the once renown family has faded into mediocrity any remaining members of the family line taken to the life of minor nobility.
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'''Realms:''' [[Sirion]], [[Assassins]], [[Plergoth]], [[Arcaea]], [[Svunnetland]], [[Soliferum]], [[Antoza Commonwealth]], [[Grand Lodge of Lunaria]], [[Nighthelm]], [[Toren]].<br>
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'''Positions:''' Count, Battlegroup commander, Duke, Former Prime Minister.
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==Deceased or Retired==
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===Hithithil===
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'''Realms:'''[[Falasan]], [[Greater Aenilia]], [[Principality of Zonasa]], [[Old Grehk]], [[Pian en Luries]], and many more.<br>
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'''Positions:''' None
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'''Currently:''' Deceased, died in incident involving a pumpkin and a hippopotamus.
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'''Tales of the Blade'''
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The foothills of [[Nazgorn]] have been his home since his childhood and no one knew the region better than he did. Knowing precisely where each stone lay, he walked the untainted pass that lead into the mountains, rarely used by the common traveler. Ahead on the sunlit path flanked by tall wild grasses, barely visible stood the small stone slab; The unmarked grave of his father. He was a masterful assassin, or so his mother had told him. Hithithil stood in front of the headstone, his dark hair dredged over his angular face. After a few moments, he knelt on both knees, his slim figure digging away at the dirt with his dagger. That dagger that he carried, with the blade that never dulls and the stench of blood soaked into the hilt, was one of the two things left to him by his father. His only weapon, left by the father he never knew, but yet he carried it with him always. At the sound of his dagger striking wood, Hithithil stopped and brushed aside the dirt revealing a half buried ornate chest. He looked at it for a moment, if only to ensure himself that it was still there, then pushed the dirt back over-top. He lifted himself up from his spot, fingering the key around his neck. Covering up any signs of him ever having been there Hithithil followed the path back that he came. There was a bounty on monsters skulls and with his dagger, the only item of any value on his body he would make a name for himself.
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'''Tales of the Blade con't'''
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Years had passed and through numerous trials and tribulations Hithithil was ready to once again return to the foothills of [[Nazgorn]]. Tinwe trotted over the soft earth with each moment bringing his master closer to the intrigue that lay hidden. The mountain path was just as he had remembered it being untouched since the last time he visited. But the vivid sun no longer charted his course amongst the path flanked with grass. The gray clouds hung like an infinite ceiling stretching to the edge of the world. Their motion silent and fluid like all that moved around him. As he neared the headstone the thumping in his chest grew. Hithithil dismounted his faithful beast of burden and tied the reins around a small tree. This was unlike any other time before it, but none the less he still had to dig for his prize. He worked through the dirt with his fathers blade until he heard the familiar sound of it striking wood. Hithithil unearth the small ornate chest and placed it on the ground beside him. He slipped the key from around his neck and carefully fitted it into place.
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The weather had deteriorated and the first drops of rain began to fall. His world became a monotone wash of grays as he lifted the lid. The pounding of his chest and moved up to his ears. So the rumours were true, his father was indeed as his mother had mentioned. Hithithil examined the contents of the small chest: a small dagger, a locket, a signet ring, three sacks of fine and course powder, and a few scraps of paper. He quickly looked over the papers unwilling to let his treasure be tarnished by the drizzle. A creed of some sort, a bounty list, some letter of an emerald order, an execution notice and a draw of the human form with notes scribbled onto it. Hithithil quickly tucked the letters back into chest and it into the pocket of his cloak. He threw the hood over his now dripping hair as he lifted himself off the dirt. He brushed soil into the vacated hole and left the site as if he had never been there. He cut the reins to free the horse before he himself left the path into the mountains. It was no longer safe for him here, but one day he would return to tie up some loose ends.
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'''Myths and Legends'''
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...Somewhere in [[Ornaz]]...
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The dried timber weighted down on his shoulders and he trudged through the snow pack. It was then when his keen ears over heard a nobleman asking about the Emerald Order. He slowed his pace to pick up on most of the conversation. It had been some time since the last noble came looking for the order. Many who sought it in its later years, sought to destroy it. The woodsman kept to his path his eyes facing forward as he past them never hinting that he was more informed on the subject than most.
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His log home was simple, built at the edge of a clearing. Leaving his days work on the pile with the others he entered, greeted by the scent of supper from the kitchen. The overheard conversation still fresh in his mind, he meandered over to an old worn chest. Opening it revealed a weathered moss cloak and a brilliantly designed sheath and sword. Brushing his hand over the woven fibers he reminisced of the days of old; traveler of the far east, guardian of the empire and protector of its people. Although few in number since the fall of the empire, they persisted, challenging all who brought injustice to their lands. Commoners praised them, nobles feared them, and kings found them meddlesome. And over the years as the guild halls disappeared so too did the phantom guardians of the south.
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The woodsmen let the lid of the wooden chest fall back to conceal the past. His time wandering the continent was over. He had a home and a warm meal to return to. Who was this young noble trying to dig up the past. The story of the old empire was becoming one of myths and legends.
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===Cecelle===
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'''Realms:'''[[Greater Aenilia]], [[Suville]].<br>
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'''Positions:''' None
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'''Currently:''' Retired, Trading somewhere
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Celegam and Ellewen Frantically searched Topenah city, "Cecelle!" they called. "Where could have that child gotten off to, shes a young women now, she cant just go running around the streets everytime we are in a city, has she no etiquette. I did not mind when she was younger and wanted to play with the boys and their wooden swords, I just thought she would have grown out of it by now." Celegam reassured Ellewen as they continued their search through the city streets.
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===Eithad===
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'''Realms:'''[[Arcaea]], [[Melhed]].<br>
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'''Positions:''' None
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'''Currently:''' Retired, on a ship somewhere
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'''Swallowed by the Sea'''
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Eithad was still bitter that he had to pay for the passage to Hatdhes, afterall he was quartermaster of the last ship before it was lost in the waves. Now he was penniless freshly arrived on the docks of a battered city, his only possessions the cloths on his back. How he longed for a bottle of rum at that moment. Eithad  had spent far too much time on land for his liking and standing on the docks only further reminded him of that; the wooden caskets rocking in the waves just beckoning for a crew to unfurrow their sales. But he did not have a crew, nor the means to find one. He was reduced to a common begger, surviving on what the streets give him each day. Oh how he longed for the bounty of the seas, where he took what he could and gave nothing back. That is until a weeks ago, what the seas have given him the waves have taken away. But that is her unforgiving nature and only the most cunning survive. The same could be said for the streets of the city if not for the laws and militiamen. This would be a new challenge to test his wits.
  
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'''The Fall of Omsk'''
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Though winter had past, her presence still lingered and each night she visited him with her icy caress. On most occasions he could have the company of a warm fire and a full flagon, but tonight he was less fortunate. On this night, Eithad drifted in and out of sleep. He felt every stone and every divet as the mule cart trolled the uneven path. His exhaustion entangled him in lucid dreams while the frigid fingers of the nights breath snared him from them. Often he turned, shifting around in the pile of straw trying to preserve the warmth with the hide of wolf that was just a hair too small to serve this purpose. But fatigue frequently overtook him as his body simply craved for respite.
  
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Not many can say they fought during the fall of Omsk and even though he did, his recollection of the events were spotty. The allied realms of Sirion, Eleador and Rancagua had amassed a large army outside of Kazakh, the capital of Omsk. While Oligarch did what they could to help their allies Omsk would fall.
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The night drew on, with every creak of the axle and every sliver of moonlight that penetrated the trees. But soon these would be replaced by the first rays of dawn and his destination, however temporary. Eithad stumbled off the back of the cart using every ounce of strength he had in him to keep himself upright and his eyes wide. He slung his possessions over a shoulder and carried his keg of beer, which he "found" foraging, in full embrace as he waddled into the city. His objectives were simple, find a bed and "find" some rum. But it wasn't long before he was waylaid by a sturdy wench offering a bath and massage. The idea of a bath was a novel one to him, having only bathed in the sea. And the idea of a "massage" intrigued him as he wasn't quite certain if it was the type he wanted, or that which he need, or perhaps even both.
  
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He was just a eagar young noble, looking forward to his first real battle with his unit of famous sirion mixed infantry. The ranks of men and elves waited in battle formation upon the swampy outskirts of the city. Glorawarthien looked across the battlefield, scanning the ranks of Eleador infantry for his brother. They would have a great many stories to tell back home when this battle was over.
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===Zaedric===
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'''Realms:'''[[Papania]], [[Arcaea]].<br>
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'''Positions:''' None
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'''Currently:''' Working as a mercenary.
  
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The attack order came and his men readied themselves for taking on the daunting fortifications of the city. Arrows readied, his mixed unit moved into range with the rest of the archers as the battle horn sounded for the infantry charge. Volleys of arrows were loosed as the Rancagua-Eleador infantry swept across the battlefield like a blue-green wave. The marshes around the city slowed their advance, their siege weaponry caught in the bog. The fighting at the wall caused heavy casualties on both sides. But the battle turned for the better as the large units of pegasus knights flew overhead, charging the defenders atop the battlements. As the defenders fell from their fortifications, the walls were soon breached and Glorawarthien marched his men through the breached fortifications to mop up the remainder of the defending forces.  
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First born child of [[Urominiel_Family#Thalathafn|Thalathafn]] and [[Evadne_Family|Adine]].
  
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It was not until the battle was over had he stopped to look around him, blood pooled in the streets as the dead were piled for burial. This was the first time he had seen the devastation of war, its true face behind the romanticized mask, though it would not be the last.
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'''Fire and Ice'''
  
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'''A Path into the Shadows'''
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It was the height of winter but no snow lay on the barren ground, only mud and frost that clung to the nearest weed. Zaedric lead his motley band of riders plucked from where he could find them, some barely able to hold a lance, but soon they would be forged into one, the extension of his power. They would be brothers in arms, a bond stronger than blood. Loyalty was all he wanted from those men, everything else can be learnt or bought.
  
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'''A New Light'''
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He was eager to prove himself as a knight in his own right, having served as squire to the Duke of Topenah til the day it revolted. But no longer will he live in the shadows of his mother and step-father, they had taught him well, now it was time to prove his worth, to break free of their mould.
  
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'''Freedom, At Last'''
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For too long Topenah lay in the hands of the rogues and scoundrels, it was time to restore orders to the city. He must speak with the King.
  
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===Elenaraloki===
 
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'''Realms:'''[[Eleador]]<br>
 
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'''Positions:'''Former Archpriest, Royal Treasurer, High Marshal, Battlegroup Commander
 
  
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'''Eyes of a Child'''
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===Glorawarthien===
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'''Realms:''' [[Sirion]], [[Assassins]], [[Plergoth]], [[Arcaea]], [[Svunnetland]], [[Soliferum]], [[Antoza Commonwealth]], [[Grand Lodge of Lunaria]], [[Nighthelm]], [[Toren]], [[Kingdom of Alluran]].<br>
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'''Positions:''' Count, Battlegroup commander, Duke, Former Prime Minister.
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'''Currently:''' Deceased, Executed in [[Falasan]].
  
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An epic battle, the clash of wood on wood, the laughter of comrades, children, he felt as if he were there again. Then the battle gave way to the voice of his mother, Nnoaj, and she stood there calling to him with her winding orange-red hair and radiant smile, just as he remembered it. "Elenhir, its getting late, time to go home". He gathered his wooden sword and shield then waved to his comrades knowing another epic battle would be waiting tomorrow.
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The eldest son from the minor nobility family in Sirion. Glorawarthien joined the Sirion army to bring fame and glory to the Urominiel Family. However, following the death of his brother and seeing the fruits of war, Glorawarthien chose a life of infamy.
  
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He ran towards his mother full of tales of his days adventures, but she grew ever more distant and her radiant expression faded into melancholy. He heard noises of battle behind him but it was no longer coming from his childhood friends. He turned to see his father, Elenaraloki, General and Hero of Eleador upon the battlements of Ashforth. Blood streamed from his armour, from the volley upon volleys of arrows that rained down. Soon after the battlements were overrun with Perdanite and Oligarch troops. Elenaraloki slew many but he wasnt known for his swordmanship, soon he was overcame. The Eleador capital fell and the city burned. Elenhir stood in utter disbelief, the man he once though invincible lay in a pile of bloodied bodies.
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[[Urominiel_Family/Glorawarthien|His Story]]
  
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The ruins of the city became leaves in a bondfire and he watched the embers dance in the autumn breeze. From beyond the hill, he recognized the banner of the approaching unit, the Lancers, his father had come home. His ever joyous mother came through the doors to greet her husband, but instead was handed his belongings. "Where is daddy?" he asked her, but she didnt reply. Nnoaj kneeled down and held her son tight, so hard that Elenhir had difficulty breathing. But he didnt dare move since this was the first time he had seen his mother cry.
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===Elenaraloki===
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'''Realms:'''[[Eleador]]<br>
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'''Positions:'''Former Archpriest, Royal Treasurer, High Marshal, Battlegroup Commander <br>
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'''Currently:''' Deceased, died as a legendary hero on the battlements of [[Ashforth]].
  
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The weight on his shoulders grew and his now steel sword weighed in his hand. He turned to see his mother in that doorway, that was the last time he had ever seen her. She had never been the same since she was widowed at the age of twenty two. He turned away from her for the last time, when he returned from the military academy the house was no longer occupied.
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The second born of the Urominiel Family, Elenaraloki journeyed north and found a home and a family in Eleador. Following acts of bravery and heroics he quickly rosed through the ranks to become a hero of the realm. He died the way he had lived, defending the capital as hero and high marshal of Eleador.
  
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Rank upon ranks of Old Rancaguan troops and amoungst them stood Elenhir, and with him his father Elenaraloki, courageous, noble and mother Nnaoj, caring, amiable. Elenhir awoke in his tent in Woolton from the maggots, the images still fresh in his mid, where were those virtues now?
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[[Urominiel_Family/Elenaraloki|His Story]]
  
 
===Aralaiquendi===
 
===Aralaiquendi===
 
'''Realms:'''[[Abington]], [[Antioch]], [[Fronen]], Ikalak(SWI), Ikalak(SEI), [[Silantin]], [[Yssaria]], [[Arcaea]], [[Sirion]]<br>
 
'''Realms:'''[[Abington]], [[Antioch]], [[Fronen]], Ikalak(SWI), Ikalak(SEI), [[Silantin]], [[Yssaria]], [[Arcaea]], [[Sirion]]<br>
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'''Positions:'''Former Prime Minister of Ikalak(SEI), Former Marquis
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'''Positions:'''Former Prime Minister of Ikalak(SEI), Former Marquis <br>
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'''Currently:''' Deceased, died of old age in the family mansion in Clyderee on [[Atamara]].
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Born on Atamara, Aralaiquendi is a cousin to Glorawarthien and Elenaraloki. Like his parents, his wanderlust had lead him to many new lands and rewarded him an eventful life. He has since retired to the family mansion but occasionally dabbles in the affairs of his nieces and nephews.
  
 
===Gwaethinriel===
 
===Gwaethinriel===
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'''Realms:'''[[Carelia]], [[Voghor]], Sandalak(SEI), [[Highland Empire]], [[Kaltaran]], [[Sartania]], [[Perdan]], Ikalak(SEI)<br>
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'''Realms:'''[[Carelia]], [[Voghor]], Sandalak(SEI), [[Highland Empire]], [[Kaltaran]], [[Sartania]], [[Perdan]], Ikalak(SEI), [[Vlaandaran]]<br>
 
'''Positions:'''High Marshal
 
'''Positions:'''High Marshal
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'''Currently:'''Deceased, died of a mysterious illness.
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Gwaethinriel, first born of Aralaiquendi, was left by her father in the care of foster parents shortly before the first invasion. Raised in the wake of the undead plague, her childhood was deprived of all the norms. Gwaethinriel developed a hatred for her father and nobility in general.
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[[Urominiel_Family/Gwaethinriel|Her Story]]
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===Celegam===
 
===Celegam===
 
'''Realms:'''[[Arcaea]], [[Ethiala]]<br>
 
'''Realms:'''[[Arcaea]], [[Ethiala]]<br>
 
'''Positions:'''None
 
'''Positions:'''None
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'''Currently:'''Deceased, died of his wounds after a botched black market deal in [[Topenah]].
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Celegam is a son of Aralaiquendi. After the death of his mother in the stormy seas of the Far East, Celegam spent most of his childhood as an orphan. As he matured he was selected to serve as a Blade of the Patriach in Arcaea but following a serious wound he has since retired to a mundane life of trading.
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[[Urominiel_Family/Celegam|His Story]]
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===Elenhir===
 
===Elenhir===
 
'''Realms:'''[[Old Rancagua]], [[Falasan]], [[Yssaria]], [[Midas Chia]], [[Rogue]], [[Old Grehk]], Sandalak(SWI), Taselak(SEI), [[Ashborn]], [[Outer Tilog]], [[Ibladesh]].<br>
 
'''Realms:'''[[Old Rancagua]], [[Falasan]], [[Yssaria]], [[Midas Chia]], [[Rogue]], [[Old Grehk]], Sandalak(SWI), Taselak(SEI), [[Ashborn]], [[Outer Tilog]], [[Ibladesh]].<br>
 
'''Positions:'''Dictator and Executor
 
'''Positions:'''Dictator and Executor
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'''Currently:'''Deceased, rumoured to be seen in the [[Undead]] armies of the 4th invasion.<br>
  
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''OOC Warning: May not be suitable for younger audiences''
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The first son of Elenaraloki and Nnaoj. Elenhir had been trained at a military academy since the passing of his father at an earlier age. When he became of age, he began down the path to reclaim his father's glory, a path that has since gone horribly awry.
  
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'''Prologue-Elenhir, the Heartless.'''
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[[Urominiel_Family/Elenhir|His Story]]
  
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Word had reach Elenhir that the Duchess had lost her mind, she demolished the best cavalry center in the realm and tried to replace it with an infantry center with no trainer. This would not stand in his realm, he immediately sent off a messenger to remove the duchess from command. All should have gone smoothly but instead it was met with a rebellion. A Rebellion!, for what?, for using his right as a dictator to remove imcompetent commanders? He rode for the capital with all haste, called an early tax for funds to quell the opposition. Tax gold should arrive at dawn and he would have 300 loyal men holding the city but it was not to be. The palace was stormed with the first rays of sunlight. The banks with-held his gold to quell the rebellion. The once Supreme Skull Crusher of Sandalak was left out in the cold, literally. The option was there to leave, start anew on another continent but he stayed. He stayed for the execution they promised him, the blood eagle as they called it. And so as the days passed, he awaited his execution until he was led out infront of the masses. He was layed face down on the icy platform, the cold numbed the pain of the dagger cutting through his back. His ribs on the left side were removed and tossed out infront of him, then the left lobe of his lung and finally his heart was torn out. As he lay faced down in a pool of his own blood, his head was lifted and with his last moment of consciousness he saw his heart crushed in the hands of the executor. His body was tossed out into the frozen tundra for the wolves to finish off, and there it lay as the seasons passed.
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===Menelmereth===
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'''Realms:'''[[Ibladesh]], [[Cagilan Empire]], [[Riombara]], [[Lasanar]], [[Miraglonn]].<br>
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'''Positions:'''Duchess and Queen
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'''Currently:'''Deceased, Executed in [[Lasanar]].
  
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'''Rebirth'''
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Menelmereth was the first bastard child to Glorawarthien. To escape from her mother, Menelmereth had found sanctuary in the Church of Ibladesh. She had committed most of her short and uneventful time as a troop leader teaching newer nobles before meeting her ultimate end trying to bring peace to the lands.
  
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This particular summer was unusually warm over the frozen waste and the snow and ice had a chance to melt for the first time over the past several years. Elenhir felt a sharp paint to the back of his head as an icicle from the tree overhead came crashing down. He felt stiff as he tried to pull himself upright, and of course he should be after being frozen for so long. He looked himself from head to toe, all seemed intact until he found a snow hare stow-a-way in his back. His back opened like the cover of a book and the snow hare somehow managed to lodge itself in his rib cage and not been able to get out. After many attempts to remove the critter, Elenhir decide it would be easy to tuck the rest of it into the cavity which once housed his lung and closed his back with what he could find. Feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, not so much warm as fuzzy, Elenhir began to think. By all accounts he should be dead, he has the head of a snow hare for a heart. Perhaps it was the tainted earth of Beluaterra, or some witchcraft of this land, it was clear he had somehow contracted the curse of living when all reason dictated he was dead. After some consideration, Elenhir decided to head north to seek an answer from the terrestrial representative of Nergal. And so he began his long journey north.
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[[Urominiel_Family/Menelmereth|Her Story]]
  
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'''A Vision?'''
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===Thalathafn===
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'''Realms:'''[[League of Anacan]], [[Light of Fountain]], [[Avamar Selective]], [[Grand Lodge of Lunaria]], [[Lemundia]], [[Cathay]], [[Arcaea]], [[Papania]].<br>
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'''Positions:'''General, Banker.
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'''Currently:'''Deceased. Legendary Hero killed in the battle of [[Ossaet]].
  
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Elenhir wobbled back and forth in his saddle, his attention focused on his forearm where his dagger had produced the squirming pest. The itch from these maggots in his rotting flesh had returned since leaving the frozen south. The swamps and humidity of Ikalak didnt help the situation and he just didnt have enough daggers to scratch with. The road from the stronghold was long and winding through the sheer jagged boulders of the mountain. He spent most of the journey tending to the stow-aways underneath his flesh. Elenhir once again saw the images of his execution play over in his head and questions of why he still lived lingered in his thoughts; That was the reason he came to Ikalak, to serve Nergal and perhaps find answers. As night settled in, the motion of the saddle and the soft moonlight overhead slowly lulled him off to sleep.
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"Thalathafn, you have grown and matured it is time you hear how you came to be with us. You had always know we were not your birth parents. I found you some 15 years ago on a hunting trip in the forests south of Anacan. There was also a women there but she was seriously wounded and died shortly after. We took you in to our noble house and raised you as our own, now you are of age and your path is your own."
  
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In his sleep upon the saddle of his valiant steed, Nergal appeared before him. Her form a dark shadow in a green myst of pestilence. She spoke to him as he stood in one of the spires that overlooked Ikalak city. Her words swepted all doubt from his mind and he felt warm and fuzzy inside.
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[[Urominiel_Family/Thalathafn_Early|Younger Years]]
  
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He awoke suddenly, the moon still high overhead. He felt warm and fuzzy inside, and something moving and biting as well. His wounds had healed enough that his back no longer opened up like a book, the snow hare inside would be staying there at least for the moment. Brief moments of his vision came back to him, but he struggled in vain to recall Nergals words.
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[[Urominiel_Family/Thalathafn_Locket|The Tales of the Locket]]
  
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===Menelmereth===
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[[Urominiel_Family/Thalathafn_Family|Family Life]]
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'''Realms:'''[[Ibladesh]], [[Cagilan Empire]], [[Riombara]], [[Lasanar]], [[Miraglonn]].<br>
 
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'''Positions:'''Duchess and Queen
 
  
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'''Life and Death'''
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===Nnoaj===
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'''Realms:'''[[Sirion]], [[Pian en Luries]], [[Fronen]], [[Astrum]], [[Morek]], [[Aquilegia]].<br>
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'''Positions:'''none
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'''Currently:'''Deceased, assumed dead, her body was never found.
  
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The darkness crept every closer from the edge of her vision. She did not fear death, it was a welcomed relief from the world plagued with wars. The irony that she worked so hard to prevent the death of soldier only to welcome it herself.  Maybe like her they sought death as a relief from their less then perfect lives.  For them that brief moment of glory on the battlefield maybe what they lived for.  It was too late now, her lungs struggled for the last bit of air.  Mayhaps her death will put to rest the hatred from the Lasanar nobles and put their hearts at peace.
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[[Urominiel_Family/Nnaoj|Her Story]]
  
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She closed her eyes focusing on the fleeting images as they flashed by in her mind, some events she could not consciously recall. As an infant, she was left outside the estate of a wealthy merchant in Oligarch city, her mother knew a brothel was no place for an child to grow up.  She could see her foster parents faces as they aged over the years, the only parents she had ever known.  She saw her mother wanting to take her back to pay off a debt.  No she could not live that kind of life and do what her mother asked of her.  She saw the Ibladesh sergent at the recruitment center.  She saw her first battle against the armies of Perdan, the chaos, the disorder, the bloodshed.  She quickly retired to a non-combat military role as a trader and bureaucrat.  Her one love in life was to travel the countryside from city to city and she made her living in trade. She could see the towers of Ibladesh city, the plains of the Cagilan Empire.  It was there she took up mentoring, the large realm had many new troop leaders join daily.  Eventually the Cagilan Empire too became engulfed in war and she left for another land to travel and trade.  She could see the coastal waters of Lasanar, a realm whos food was to feed the entire continent. Lasanar too soon fell into the grasp of war and she was accused of High treason for not giving support.  The Lasanar people called her a traiter, but the only person she felt she had betrayed was her Duke Ingus. She saw him at the moment when he stepped down asking her to take good care of his city and she failed him.
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===Merilyn===
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'''Realms:'''[[Ohnar West]].<br>
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'''Positions:'''None
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'''Currently:'''Retired, after a few years of experiencing the world.
  
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===Cecelle===
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Merilyn took in the crisp autumn air as her horse trotted over fallen foliage. Her heart drifted as freely as the clouds above. She felt a sense of anxiety but it was overcome with excitement. Nothing could ruin this day for her. She had finally stepped outside those old walls of the secluded family estate, free to explore the world outside. Her home guard stayed close by her side, they were loyal but never trained for any real combat. Fortunately for them, no combat was expected, just a peaceful journey to a new post and a new estate.
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'''Realms:'''[[Ethiala]].<br>
 
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'''Positions:'''None
 
  
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Celegam and Ellewen Frantically searched Topenah city, "Cecelle!" they called. "Where could have that child gotten off to, shes a young women now, she cant just go running around the streets everytime we are in a city, has she no etiquette. I did not mind when she was younger and wanted to play with the boys and their wooden swords, I just thought she would have grown out of it by now." Celegam reassured Ellewen as they continued their search through the city streets.
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A blithe smile graced her youthful visage, and she didn't care to conceal it. She had received her first oath signifying her as a noble lady. And much to the dismay of her carers the world was now hers for the taking, though she was not quite sure what that meant. Nevertheless she indulged in the new experiences each moment would bring, stepping out of the comfortable confining cocoon of her childhood.
  
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===Thalathafn===
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===Annaej===
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'''Realms:'''[[League of Anacan]].<br>
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'''Realms:'''Sandalak(SWI), [[Kingdom of Alluran]], [[Repository of Knowledge/Monsters|Monsters of Gilgamesh]], [[Thalmarkin]]<br>
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'''Positions:'''None
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'''Positions:'''High Marshal, Duchess, Queen, Justicar.
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'''Currently:'''Dead, Killed by Overlord in the battle of [[Winifael]].
  
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"Thalathafn, you have grown and matured it is time you hear how you came to be with us. You had always know we were not your birth parents. I found you some 15 years ago on a hunting trip in the forests south of Anacan. There was also a women there but she was seriously wounded and died shortly after. We took you in to our noble house and raised you as our own, now you are of age and your path is your own."
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Annaej is the second child of Elenaraloki and Nnaoj, she was raised by her mother in a secluded community after the death of her father, who died before she was born. When she came of age Annaej spent a short while on the war torn south islands before emigrating to Beluaterra in the continued search for her dead brother [[Urominiel_Family#Elenhir|Elenhir]]. She joined the young Kingdom of Alluran and quickly rose through the ranks into the realm council and lead the realm through the third invasion. In the fourth invasion Annaej was captured by Monsters and became sympathetic to her captors joining their cause as her kingdom fell. She later joined Thalmarkin to continue the war on the Daimons, she later died in the frozen north doing just that.
  
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[[Urominiel_Family/Annaej|Her Story]]
  
 
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[[Category: Families]]

Latest revision as of 13:48, 11 October 2014

House Urominiel

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Members of this house have transversed the continents looking for whatever it is warriors, nobles, knights, mentors, bureaucrats, traitors, civil servants, bounty hunters, patriots, rogues, traders, assassins, merchants, bards and the sorts look for.

Fame

Categorized to leave out exact details so not to spoil your fame hunting fun.

  • Prestige-6/8
  • Government Positions-9/9
  • Local Positions-4/4
  • Tournaments-4/4
  • Class specific-6/?
  • Wealth-3/3
  • Construction-4/?
  • Skills?-4/?
  • Other-5/?
  • Total Discovered-45/52

Active Nobles

None, the once renown family has faded into mediocrity any remaining members of the family line taken to the life of minor nobility.

Deceased or Retired

Hithithil

Realms:Falasan, Greater Aenilia, Principality of Zonasa, Old Grehk, Pian en Luries, and many more.
Positions: None Currently: Deceased, died in incident involving a pumpkin and a hippopotamus.

Tales of the Blade

The foothills of Nazgorn have been his home since his childhood and no one knew the region better than he did. Knowing precisely where each stone lay, he walked the untainted pass that lead into the mountains, rarely used by the common traveler. Ahead on the sunlit path flanked by tall wild grasses, barely visible stood the small stone slab; The unmarked grave of his father. He was a masterful assassin, or so his mother had told him. Hithithil stood in front of the headstone, his dark hair dredged over his angular face. After a few moments, he knelt on both knees, his slim figure digging away at the dirt with his dagger. That dagger that he carried, with the blade that never dulls and the stench of blood soaked into the hilt, was one of the two things left to him by his father. His only weapon, left by the father he never knew, but yet he carried it with him always. At the sound of his dagger striking wood, Hithithil stopped and brushed aside the dirt revealing a half buried ornate chest. He looked at it for a moment, if only to ensure himself that it was still there, then pushed the dirt back over-top. He lifted himself up from his spot, fingering the key around his neck. Covering up any signs of him ever having been there Hithithil followed the path back that he came. There was a bounty on monsters skulls and with his dagger, the only item of any value on his body he would make a name for himself.

Tales of the Blade con't

Years had passed and through numerous trials and tribulations Hithithil was ready to once again return to the foothills of Nazgorn. Tinwe trotted over the soft earth with each moment bringing his master closer to the intrigue that lay hidden. The mountain path was just as he had remembered it being untouched since the last time he visited. But the vivid sun no longer charted his course amongst the path flanked with grass. The gray clouds hung like an infinite ceiling stretching to the edge of the world. Their motion silent and fluid like all that moved around him. As he neared the headstone the thumping in his chest grew. Hithithil dismounted his faithful beast of burden and tied the reins around a small tree. This was unlike any other time before it, but none the less he still had to dig for his prize. He worked through the dirt with his fathers blade until he heard the familiar sound of it striking wood. Hithithil unearth the small ornate chest and placed it on the ground beside him. He slipped the key from around his neck and carefully fitted it into place.

The weather had deteriorated and the first drops of rain began to fall. His world became a monotone wash of grays as he lifted the lid. The pounding of his chest and moved up to his ears. So the rumours were true, his father was indeed as his mother had mentioned. Hithithil examined the contents of the small chest: a small dagger, a locket, a signet ring, three sacks of fine and course powder, and a few scraps of paper. He quickly looked over the papers unwilling to let his treasure be tarnished by the drizzle. A creed of some sort, a bounty list, some letter of an emerald order, an execution notice and a draw of the human form with notes scribbled onto it. Hithithil quickly tucked the letters back into chest and it into the pocket of his cloak. He threw the hood over his now dripping hair as he lifted himself off the dirt. He brushed soil into the vacated hole and left the site as if he had never been there. He cut the reins to free the horse before he himself left the path into the mountains. It was no longer safe for him here, but one day he would return to tie up some loose ends.

Myths and Legends

...Somewhere in Ornaz...

The dried timber weighted down on his shoulders and he trudged through the snow pack. It was then when his keen ears over heard a nobleman asking about the Emerald Order. He slowed his pace to pick up on most of the conversation. It had been some time since the last noble came looking for the order. Many who sought it in its later years, sought to destroy it. The woodsman kept to his path his eyes facing forward as he past them never hinting that he was more informed on the subject than most.

His log home was simple, built at the edge of a clearing. Leaving his days work on the pile with the others he entered, greeted by the scent of supper from the kitchen. The overheard conversation still fresh in his mind, he meandered over to an old worn chest. Opening it revealed a weathered moss cloak and a brilliantly designed sheath and sword. Brushing his hand over the woven fibers he reminisced of the days of old; traveler of the far east, guardian of the empire and protector of its people. Although few in number since the fall of the empire, they persisted, challenging all who brought injustice to their lands. Commoners praised them, nobles feared them, and kings found them meddlesome. And over the years as the guild halls disappeared so too did the phantom guardians of the south.

The woodsmen let the lid of the wooden chest fall back to conceal the past. His time wandering the continent was over. He had a home and a warm meal to return to. Who was this young noble trying to dig up the past. The story of the old empire was becoming one of myths and legends.

Cecelle

Realms:Greater Aenilia, Suville.
Positions: None Currently: Retired, Trading somewhere

Celegam and Ellewen Frantically searched Topenah city, "Cecelle!" they called. "Where could have that child gotten off to, shes a young women now, she cant just go running around the streets everytime we are in a city, has she no etiquette. I did not mind when she was younger and wanted to play with the boys and their wooden swords, I just thought she would have grown out of it by now." Celegam reassured Ellewen as they continued their search through the city streets.

Eithad

Realms:Arcaea, Melhed.
Positions: None Currently: Retired, on a ship somewhere

Swallowed by the Sea

Eithad was still bitter that he had to pay for the passage to Hatdhes, afterall he was quartermaster of the last ship before it was lost in the waves. Now he was penniless freshly arrived on the docks of a battered city, his only possessions the cloths on his back. How he longed for a bottle of rum at that moment. Eithad had spent far too much time on land for his liking and standing on the docks only further reminded him of that; the wooden caskets rocking in the waves just beckoning for a crew to unfurrow their sales. But he did not have a crew, nor the means to find one. He was reduced to a common begger, surviving on what the streets give him each day. Oh how he longed for the bounty of the seas, where he took what he could and gave nothing back. That is until a weeks ago, what the seas have given him the waves have taken away. But that is her unforgiving nature and only the most cunning survive. The same could be said for the streets of the city if not for the laws and militiamen. This would be a new challenge to test his wits.

Though winter had past, her presence still lingered and each night she visited him with her icy caress. On most occasions he could have the company of a warm fire and a full flagon, but tonight he was less fortunate. On this night, Eithad drifted in and out of sleep. He felt every stone and every divet as the mule cart trolled the uneven path. His exhaustion entangled him in lucid dreams while the frigid fingers of the nights breath snared him from them. Often he turned, shifting around in the pile of straw trying to preserve the warmth with the hide of wolf that was just a hair too small to serve this purpose. But fatigue frequently overtook him as his body simply craved for respite.

The night drew on, with every creak of the axle and every sliver of moonlight that penetrated the trees. But soon these would be replaced by the first rays of dawn and his destination, however temporary. Eithad stumbled off the back of the cart using every ounce of strength he had in him to keep himself upright and his eyes wide. He slung his possessions over a shoulder and carried his keg of beer, which he "found" foraging, in full embrace as he waddled into the city. His objectives were simple, find a bed and "find" some rum. But it wasn't long before he was waylaid by a sturdy wench offering a bath and massage. The idea of a bath was a novel one to him, having only bathed in the sea. And the idea of a "massage" intrigued him as he wasn't quite certain if it was the type he wanted, or that which he need, or perhaps even both.

Zaedric

Realms:Papania, Arcaea.
Positions: None Currently: Working as a mercenary.

First born child of Thalathafn and Adine.

Fire and Ice

It was the height of winter but no snow lay on the barren ground, only mud and frost that clung to the nearest weed. Zaedric lead his motley band of riders plucked from where he could find them, some barely able to hold a lance, but soon they would be forged into one, the extension of his power. They would be brothers in arms, a bond stronger than blood. Loyalty was all he wanted from those men, everything else can be learnt or bought.

He was eager to prove himself as a knight in his own right, having served as squire to the Duke of Topenah til the day it revolted. But no longer will he live in the shadows of his mother and step-father, they had taught him well, now it was time to prove his worth, to break free of their mould.

For too long Topenah lay in the hands of the rogues and scoundrels, it was time to restore orders to the city. He must speak with the King.


Glorawarthien

Realms: Sirion, Assassins, Plergoth, Arcaea, Svunnetland, Soliferum, Antoza Commonwealth, Grand Lodge of Lunaria, Nighthelm, Toren, Kingdom of Alluran.
Positions: Count, Battlegroup commander, Duke, Former Prime Minister. Currently: Deceased, Executed in Falasan.

The eldest son from the minor nobility family in Sirion. Glorawarthien joined the Sirion army to bring fame and glory to the Urominiel Family. However, following the death of his brother and seeing the fruits of war, Glorawarthien chose a life of infamy.

His Story

Elenaraloki

Realms:Eleador
Positions:Former Archpriest, Royal Treasurer, High Marshal, Battlegroup Commander
Currently: Deceased, died as a legendary hero on the battlements of Ashforth.

The second born of the Urominiel Family, Elenaraloki journeyed north and found a home and a family in Eleador. Following acts of bravery and heroics he quickly rosed through the ranks to become a hero of the realm. He died the way he had lived, defending the capital as hero and high marshal of Eleador.

His Story

Aralaiquendi

Realms:Abington, Antioch, Fronen, Ikalak(SWI), Ikalak(SEI), Silantin, Yssaria, Arcaea, Sirion
Positions:Former Prime Minister of Ikalak(SEI), Former Marquis
Currently: Deceased, died of old age in the family mansion in Clyderee on Atamara.

Born on Atamara, Aralaiquendi is a cousin to Glorawarthien and Elenaraloki. Like his parents, his wanderlust had lead him to many new lands and rewarded him an eventful life. He has since retired to the family mansion but occasionally dabbles in the affairs of his nieces and nephews.

Gwaethinriel

Realms:Carelia, Voghor, Sandalak(SEI), Highland Empire, Kaltaran, Sartania, Perdan, Ikalak(SEI), Vlaandaran
Positions:High Marshal Currently:Deceased, died of a mysterious illness.

Gwaethinriel, first born of Aralaiquendi, was left by her father in the care of foster parents shortly before the first invasion. Raised in the wake of the undead plague, her childhood was deprived of all the norms. Gwaethinriel developed a hatred for her father and nobility in general.

Her Story

Celegam

Realms:Arcaea, Ethiala
Positions:None Currently:Deceased, died of his wounds after a botched black market deal in Topenah.

Celegam is a son of Aralaiquendi. After the death of his mother in the stormy seas of the Far East, Celegam spent most of his childhood as an orphan. As he matured he was selected to serve as a Blade of the Patriach in Arcaea but following a serious wound he has since retired to a mundane life of trading.

His Story

Elenhir

Realms:Old Rancagua, Falasan, Yssaria, Midas Chia, Rogue, Old Grehk, Sandalak(SWI), Taselak(SEI), Ashborn, Outer Tilog, Ibladesh.
Positions:Dictator and Executor Currently:Deceased, rumoured to be seen in the Undead armies of the 4th invasion.

The first son of Elenaraloki and Nnaoj. Elenhir had been trained at a military academy since the passing of his father at an earlier age. When he became of age, he began down the path to reclaim his father's glory, a path that has since gone horribly awry.

His Story

Menelmereth

Realms:Ibladesh, Cagilan Empire, Riombara, Lasanar, Miraglonn.
Positions:Duchess and Queen Currently:Deceased, Executed in Lasanar.

Menelmereth was the first bastard child to Glorawarthien. To escape from her mother, Menelmereth had found sanctuary in the Church of Ibladesh. She had committed most of her short and uneventful time as a troop leader teaching newer nobles before meeting her ultimate end trying to bring peace to the lands.

Her Story

Thalathafn

Realms:League of Anacan, Light of Fountain, Avamar Selective, Grand Lodge of Lunaria, Lemundia, Cathay, Arcaea, Papania.
Positions:General, Banker. Currently:Deceased. Legendary Hero killed in the battle of Ossaet.

"Thalathafn, you have grown and matured it is time you hear how you came to be with us. You had always know we were not your birth parents. I found you some 15 years ago on a hunting trip in the forests south of Anacan. There was also a women there but she was seriously wounded and died shortly after. We took you in to our noble house and raised you as our own, now you are of age and your path is your own."

Younger Years

The Tales of the Locket

Family Life

Nnoaj

Realms:Sirion, Pian en Luries, Fronen, Astrum, Morek, Aquilegia.
Positions:none Currently:Deceased, assumed dead, her body was never found.

Her Story

Merilyn

Realms:Ohnar West.
Positions:None Currently:Retired, after a few years of experiencing the world.

Merilyn took in the crisp autumn air as her horse trotted over fallen foliage. Her heart drifted as freely as the clouds above. She felt a sense of anxiety but it was overcome with excitement. Nothing could ruin this day for her. She had finally stepped outside those old walls of the secluded family estate, free to explore the world outside. Her home guard stayed close by her side, they were loyal but never trained for any real combat. Fortunately for them, no combat was expected, just a peaceful journey to a new post and a new estate.

A blithe smile graced her youthful visage, and she didn't care to conceal it. She had received her first oath signifying her as a noble lady. And much to the dismay of her carers the world was now hers for the taking, though she was not quite sure what that meant. Nevertheless she indulged in the new experiences each moment would bring, stepping out of the comfortable confining cocoon of her childhood.

Annaej

Realms:Sandalak(SWI), Kingdom of Alluran, Monsters of Gilgamesh, Thalmarkin
Positions:High Marshal, Duchess, Queen, Justicar. Currently:Dead, Killed by Overlord in the battle of Winifael.

Annaej is the second child of Elenaraloki and Nnaoj, she was raised by her mother in a secluded community after the death of her father, who died before she was born. When she came of age Annaej spent a short while on the war torn south islands before emigrating to Beluaterra in the continued search for her dead brother Elenhir. She joined the young Kingdom of Alluran and quickly rose through the ranks into the realm council and lead the realm through the third invasion. In the fourth invasion Annaej was captured by Monsters and became sympathetic to her captors joining their cause as her kingdom fell. She later joined Thalmarkin to continue the war on the Daimons, she later died in the frozen north doing just that.

Her Story

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