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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, bureaucrats, traitors, civil servants, bounty hunters, patriots, rogues, traders, assassins, merchants, bards and the sorts look for. | | 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. |
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| | Categorized to leave out exact details so not to spoil your [[fame]] hunting fun. | | Categorized to leave out exact details so not to spoil your [[fame]] hunting fun. |
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| − | *Prestige-4/6 | + | *Prestige-6/8 |
| − | *Government Positions-8/9 | + | *Government Positions-9/9 |
| | *Local Positions-4/4 | | *Local Positions-4/4 |
| | *Tournaments-4/4 | | *Tournaments-4/4 |
| − | *Class specific-4/? | + | *Class specific-6/? |
| | *Wealth-3/3 | | *Wealth-3/3 |
| | *Construction-4/? | | *Construction-4/? |
| − | *Unknown-1/? | + | *Skills?-4/? |
| − | *Other-1/? | + | *Other-5/? |
| − | *Total Discovered-34/48 | + | *Total Discovered-45/52 |
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| − | ==Members== | + | ==Active Nobles== |
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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:''' Troop Leader in Kingdom of Alluran
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| − | '''The Fall of Omsk'''
| + | 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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| − | 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.
| + | ==Deceased or Retired== |
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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.
| + | ===Hithithil=== |
| | + | '''Realms:'''[[Falasan]], [[Greater Aenilia]], [[Principality of Zonasa]], [[Old Grehk]], [[Pian en Luries]], and many more.<br> |
| | + | '''Positions:''' None |
| | + | '''Currently:''' Deceased, died in incident involving a pumpkin and a hippopotamus. |
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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.
| + | '''Tales of the Blade''' |
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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.
| + | 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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| − | '''A Path into the Shadows''' | + | '''Tales of the Blade con't''' |
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| − | The war with the south had gone on for many years now, with countless casualties on both sides. The advances of each side as regular as the lunar cycle of the tides. The lands gained after each campaign would be the same lands lost in the next. Niether side was able to forge ahead with decisive victories to end the war. The supply lines to the blood marred fields were too long to have the regions secured. The allied realms near the front lines lacked the economy of the Sirion war machine, and in the most recent set of battles were no match for the advancing south. Thousands of men fell, mostly Eleador, but a small contigent of Sirionite elves lead by veteran commanders were also amongst the dead. However, Sirion as a whole had become complacent and left much of the heavy fighting to its allies instead focusing on internal administration. The northern alliance was starting to lose ground, but Sirion knew the lands could be retaken with the next moon. But that wasnt good enough, because of Sirions complacency, he had lost his brother in Ashforth, a man with a wife a child, a boy he had protected his entire life, but couldn't this time. How many more young men must fall in order for this stubborn war to end.
| + | 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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| − | He removed his chest plate and dropped it to the wooden floor, then began to gather his Clothes from a nearby drawer. The traditional arts of war had failed him. There was no glory in dying on a battlefield. There was too little he and any other noble could do to change the tides of war, a nameless soldier whos single goal was to kill and not be killed. The soldiers know not why they fight, save to protect hearth and home. There was more he could do to end the war, to ensure that good men like his brother wouldn't have to fall on the battlefield. He would remove the weed by its roots, without a proper chain of command and a flow of gold, every war must come to a end. So it was decided, he would leave for the assassins guild the following day. He threw his hood from his gray cloak over his head as he let the door close behind him. He did not know when he would have a chance to see Nnaoj or Elenhir again and he regretted not being able to watch over them in place of his fallen brother, but it was a sacrifice he needed to make to ensure many more young women and children don't have the same fate.
| + | 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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| − | '''A New Light''' | + | '''Myths and Legends''' |
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| − | ''Part I''
| + | ...Somewhere in [[Ornaz]]... |
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| − | Glorawarthien sat in his court room after solving a dispute over a
| + | 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. |
| − | stolen pig, he quite liked his decision and was going to enjoy the ham
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| − | he would have for dinner tonight. He waited for the next commoner to
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| − | enter with their mundane problems but instead he was greated by a
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| − | messenger. After hearing the new that the Senate would be dissolved,
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| − | Glorawarthien didnt know how to react. The fact that he had only been
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| − | to a few Senate meetings didn't help the matter. Their was one thing | |
| − | he was sure of his loyalties will remain with the Lady Hoshi, wherever
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| − | that would take him he would be willing to go. Along while has passed
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| − | since he promised to find the person who placed the bounty on Zhiang | |
| − | Zhoa and he had made no progress. Zhoa has even left Svunnetland and
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| − | no further word on the mystery would arrive. The year would soon pass
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| − | and he would be a free man, free to transverse the continent looking
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| − | for something worth his time. As thoughts of the events coursed
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| − | through his mind, two men entered escorted by guards.
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| − | "Baron, this mans hound attacked my sheep, something must be done!"
| + | 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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| − | Glorawarthien wondered what would taste better, hound or sheep.
| + | 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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| − | ''Part II'' | + | ===Cecelle=== |
| | + | '''Realms:'''[[Greater Aenilia]], [[Suville]].<br> |
| | + | '''Positions:''' None |
| | + | '''Currently:''' Retired, Trading somewhere |
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| − | Glorawarthien would be forever grateful to Hoshi. She had looked passed his barren exterior of the man who attempted to assassinate her father and taken him into her own order. But now he had found a new life out of the shadows and it would be his own life to lead. He repayed what he could of all that she had done for him, but he had new responsibilities so regrettably he penned the letter.
| + | 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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| − | ''Lady Hoshi'' | + | ===Eithad=== |
| | + | '''Realms:'''[[Arcaea]], [[Melhed]].<br> |
| | + | '''Positions:''' None |
| | + | '''Currently:''' Retired, on a ship somewhere |
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| − | ''I will be taking my leave from your service soon after disposing of both batman and shadowtheif from Soliferum. Batman forced from general and dukeship for apparent high treason, though shadowthief never managed to show the proof. Now Shadowthief has left suddenly without much reason, though I suspect I know why. After I have disposed of Senoske I will have officially completed my mission of determining and eliminating the ones that put the bounty on your father, the entire former Svunnetland Empire military.'' | + | '''Swallowed by the Sea''' |
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| − | ''Glorawarthien of the Emerald Order,
| + | 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. |
| − | Duke of Osaliel''
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| − | '''Interlude'''
| + | 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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| − | Glorawarthien watched the dance floor begin to get populated, each noble lady that graced it beautiful in her own right. Maybe he wished that he could be like the fine nobleman there that night, to have a dance in the time a peace and a home to return to, yet maybe not.
| + | 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 knew the path he took was a solitary one. Any relationship could get cut abruptly short as death was merciless in that way. He couldnt be where death lurked and yet he was death, for everything and everyone he loved and/or touched were now dead (one way or another). If anyone knew the uselessness of bodyguards, he did and so he walks the path alone for kepting anyone at his side wasnt an option.
| + | ===Zaedric=== |
| | + | '''Realms:'''[[Papania]], [[Arcaea]].<br> |
| | + | '''Positions:''' None |
| | + | '''Currently:''' Working as a mercenary. |
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| − | Glorawarthien takes another gaze over the ladies in the room, keeping in mind anyone he could ever love, he could never have and and anyone he could ever have, he would never love. Finally he approaches Surreal, she was similar to the ladies he has known before, but he was used to paying for their services...
| + | First born child of [[Urominiel_Family#Thalathafn|Thalathafn]] and [[Evadne_Family|Adine]]. |
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| − | Surreal looked amusingly at the man approaching her, one that knew what he liked and always got what he wanted. One she would not mind playing with.
| + | '''Fire and Ice''' |
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| − | She remembered her time with Lord Burfgand who preferred things roughter than what she would liked but never hurt his partner. She wasn't sad that she wasn't with him, but she never liked staying put. She was a whore after all eventhough she didn't make others pay for her services now she was making motions to get land for her Red Moon House, a house where all pleasures and needs could be serviced.
| + | 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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| − | But she came back to reality when Glorawarthien (crtl+c of course :p) ask her a simple question
| + | 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. |
| − | "Lady Surreal, I too would like to know who I would have to bed for a region, but seeing as how you arent bedding anyone at the moment, care for a dance?"
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| − | Laughing in pure amusement, Surreal says to Glorawarthien "Sugar, with your manners I do think I will but on one condition only, will you join me later for some pillow talk and allow my student Lavigna to watch and learn, it will be unforgettable, of that I am certain of sugar?"
| + | 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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| − | And here he was again, feeling powerless to stop the enveloping darkness from claiming a thing he loved, a city he had come to known as home. Perhaps it was a mistake to get attached, to let himself get involved and letting his emotions cloud his judgment. Things were much simpler when it was just about filling his pockets and not asking questions. He knew before and he was reminded again, he could not do everything, be everywhere, or serve his mandate as protector of all the peoples of the former Svunnetland Empire. He was just a man.
| + | ===Glorawarthien=== |
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| + | '''Realms:''' [[Sirion]], [[Assassins]], [[Plergoth]], [[Arcaea]], [[Svunnetland]], [[Soliferum]], [[Antoza Commonwealth]], [[Grand Lodge of Lunaria]], [[Nighthelm]], [[Toren]], [[Kingdom of Alluran]].<br> |
| − | The people are quick to move for war, to find insult where there is none and to cut diplomacy short to replace it with terror and death. With half the island resolved in removing of the few realms not in their collective, there were too many places he needed to be, too many enemies that he had made, and what he could do was far too little. The armies approached from all directions as he made his way unseen, undecided; after all how much difference could one man make.
| + | '''Positions:''' Count, Battlegroup commander, Duke, Former Prime Minister. |
| | + | '''Currently:''' Deceased, Executed in [[Falasan]]. |
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| − | '''Guilt'''
| + | 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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| − | A single tear made its way through the stubble down Glorawarthiens cheek. His many years of training had taught him to bury his emotions, turned him into well tuned malicious machine, but that cold barren exterior was from years passed. He no longer had it in him since he joined the Emerald Order. Why did he let her wrestle him from the tendrils of shadows. What was it that caused the unique connection he felt with Lady Hoshi. Why did he have the same feeling sitting in Svunnetlands dungeons during her visits as those he had in Eleador with his brother and Nnaoj. Those women that seemed so vulnerable but yet could manipulate him with only the use of their tongues; those that could look past his exterior and see him for what he really was, they were his bane. Glorawarthien couldn't help but let the questions burst into his consciousness as he walked the lonely path under the twilight sky towards the city.
| + | [[Urominiel_Family/Glorawarthien|His Story]] |
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| − | The walls of Eno glimmered ahead in the breaking dawn. The single droplet hung from his chin like the morning dew; a constant reminder of the night that had passed. Eno, the city of his niece, or so is the accepted rumour. It had been a long while since he had been to the East Continent, he had left shortly after his brothers death and Nnaoj's disappearance. He never had the chance to see Nnaoj since she mysteriously reappeared with Annaej. Perhaps it was the guilt he felt for abandoning the young widow for his assassins training. And there it was again, guilt. How it would creep up on him, for the many years he had managed to rid himself of it, a few nights in Svunnetlands prison and it would plague him forever.
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| | ===Elenaraloki=== | | ===Elenaraloki=== |
| | '''Realms:'''[[Eleador]]<br> | | '''Realms:'''[[Eleador]]<br> |
| | '''Positions:'''Former Archpriest, Royal Treasurer, High Marshal, Battlegroup Commander <br> | | '''Positions:'''Former Archpriest, Royal Treasurer, High Marshal, Battlegroup Commander <br> |
| − | '''Currently:''' Deceased, died as a hero on the battlements of Ashforth. | + | '''Currently:''' Deceased, died as a legendary hero on the battlements of [[Ashforth]]. |
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| − | '''Eyes of a Child'''
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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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| − | 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.
| + | 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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| − | 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.
| + | [[Urominiel_Family/Elenaraloki|His Story]] |
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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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| − | 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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| | ===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> |
| | '''Positions:'''Former Prime Minister of Ikalak(SEI), Former Marquis <br> | | '''Positions:'''Former Prime Minister of Ikalak(SEI), Former Marquis <br> |
| − | '''Currently:''' Retired to the family mansion in Clyderee on [[Atamara]]. | + | '''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. |
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| | ===Gwaethinriel=== | | ===Gwaethinriel=== |
| − | '''Realms:'''[[Carelia]], [[Voghor]], Sandalak(SEI), [[Highland Empire]], [[Kaltaran]], [[Sartania]], [[Perdan]], Ikalak(SEI)<br> | + | '''Realms:'''[[Carelia]], [[Voghor]], Sandalak(SEI), [[Highland Empire]], [[Kaltaran]], [[Sartania]], [[Perdan]], Ikalak(SEI), [[Vlaandaran]]<br> |
| | '''Positions:'''High Marshal | | '''Positions:'''High Marshal |
| − | '''Currently:'''Wandering around FEI as a commoner. | + | '''Currently:'''Deceased, died of a mysterious illness. |
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| − | '''Arrival'''
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| − | Gwaethinriel finally stepped onto dry land after a long jouney from
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| − | hair and the smell of salt on everything around the port. "The rogue
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| − | port of Sasrhas, Im starting to feel at home already" She thought. She
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| − | wandered through the streets ruled by anarachy and governed by chaos.
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| − | A few bodies littered the streets but she couldnt tell if they were
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| − | dead or just had too much to drink. The streets were still full of
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| − | rogues, smugglers and pirates moving back and forth from taverns and
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| − | pubs. Many eyed her but most were too drunk to notice. She cleaned the
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| − | blood stains off her dagger as she left the city from the south,
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| − | hoping she didnt draw too much attention to herself in that little
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| − | scuffle.
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| − | '''To be Titled'''
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| − | Her last order as general of the Highlands was issued, Gwaethinriel
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| − | stepped away from gathering army and returned to the battlefield.
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| − | Walking amongst the bodies she questioned the reason why she had
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| − | remained in the Highland empire, perhaps it was a sense of duty, but
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| − | that wasnt the reason she came to the far east continent.
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| − | Dragging a dead Lasanar soldier from the field Gwae slips off his
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| − | uniform and dresses herself in it. Jon was dead, the empire would
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| − | crumble, and she would rather be on the side of the victor, but first
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| − | she would visit her father. Since she had became a noble her hatred
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| − | from him gradually declined, she only wanted to see him again. She no
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| − | longer faulted him for abandoning her, after having witness so many
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| − | deaths in the past few years she was just glad he was still alive.
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| − | '''A New Life'''
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| − | Gwaethinriel awoke to the muddied sands clinging to her face, the water softly brushing her hair away allowing a ray of sunlight to radiate its glowing warmth into her vision. She lay there in the delta indulging in the comfort of her sandy bed and frigid blanket. Slowly she began to feel the penetrating pain in her extremities, the cold touch that emanated from her core. Pushing herself off the sands, Gwaethinriel made her way to a nearby thicket. She gathered what she could to conjure up a fire and dry the water kissed rags that she wore.
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| − | Having little memory of the incident, or anything else for that matter she examined the items that she had: A short sword that she wore on the belt around her waist; a coin purse, empty; a few bits of paper, no doubt former letters ravaged by the ocean; A watch glass, useful for starting fires; and a few other bits of junk that could possibly be peddled off for a silver coin or two. Her clothes, though now wore and water-logged appeared to be expensive and of military design.
| + | 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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| − | It was nearing midday now and the only thing she had had to eat or drink was sea water for who knows how long. The rustling bushes hinted at something perhaps edible resided in them. Gripping her sword, she moved as silently as she could towards the beast or monster or lunch that made the noise. She made quick work of the animals and after her meal turned their heads in for a small bounty to fill her purse. Now with warm dry clothes, a filled stomach, still oh so very confused, Gwaethinriel paid to hitch a cart towards the city.
| + | [[Urominiel_Family/Gwaethinriel|Her Story]] |
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| | ===Celegam=== | | ===Celegam=== |
| | '''Realms:'''[[Arcaea]], [[Ethiala]]<br> | | '''Realms:'''[[Arcaea]], [[Ethiala]]<br> |
| | '''Positions:'''None | | '''Positions:'''None |
| − | '''Currently:'''Retired Troop Leader, Merchant in Topenah. | + | '''Currently:'''Deceased, died of his wounds after a botched black market deal in [[Topenah]]. |
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| − | '''Forever Changed'''
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| − | After he heard the city was revolting, Celegam immediatedly left the
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| − | tournament and began to make his way to the city. He was between
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| − | Remton and Lantaz when the news came, the city had declared
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| − | independence from Arcaea, no longer wanting to be ruled by the failing
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| − | government. During the same few days Talex and her bordering regions
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| − | had also left the realm. Blinded by his emotions, the ones that an
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| − | infiltrator arent supposed to carry, Celegam made a rash decision. He would
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| − | leave Arcaea and all this behind, return to what he thought he was an
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| − | apprentice to, the art of trade. In his heart Celegam still wanted to
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| − | reclaim the city of Topenah but he knew the people of the city wouldnt
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| − | accept rule under an Arcaea banner. If this new realm is to survive it
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| − | would need nobles to serve under its flag and a perfect oppurtunity
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| − | for Celegam to rule over Topenah once again. Celegam hastily wrote two
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| − | brief letters one to the Patriach and the other to Cebre. Perhaps the
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| − | Patriach would understand but he was not asking for approval. For
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| − | Celegam this would be a monumental change, he had only knew life under
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| − | the service of the Patriach and had never served under another lord.
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| − | Though he had knew Cebre as Duke of Talex, he did not actually know
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| − | the man, he could only hope that he would be able operate as a trader
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| − | under the Ethiala banner without interference.
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| − | '''Celegam and Ellewen'''
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| − | Though he may of lost his arm, Celegams eyes were as keen as always
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| − | and even in the twilight he instantly recognized the man before him.
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| − | It was a man he hand not seen for a great many years. There was
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| − | another beside him whom Celegam did not know, perhaps a new
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| − | apprentice. What Celegam did know was that he missed the days of
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| − | travelling with his master and not having so much on his mind.
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| − | "You've been standing there along time Celegam, a lot has changed
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| − | since I saw you last. I am disappointed that you decided to leave the
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| − | blades, but I have always known that your various skills would lead
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| − | you to more then just a mere assassin. I have some things to pack up
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| − | here would you mind showing my apprentice to the tavern, Il meet you
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| − | there shortly there is much that I would like to hear from you."
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| − | Celegam smiled, "I can certainly try to find the tavern with your
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| − | apprentice, though Ive been wandering around this market for hours."
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| − | Celegam helped load the barrels onto the old wooden cart. "I believe
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| − | the tavern is this way, I can find my way much better at night without
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| − | the locals bustling around me", Celegam said. The apprentice nodded
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| − | and grabbed the handles of the cart. Celegam noticed the hands which
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| − | clasped the handles, they seemed like they have never known a days
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| − | work but yet they were scarred and bruised. Celegam tried to get a
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| − | look at the apprentices complexion but a hood drew shadows over most
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| − | of his face. "How long have you been an apprentice to my master
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| − | Aravenel?" Celegam asked as they made their way to the tavern. "It has
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| − | been a full two days now m'lord, you see Ara paid my ransom to free me
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| − | from my captors. The rest of the captives on my ship are being sold as
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| − | slaves around various ports." Celegam instantly noticed the
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| − | apprentices fair gentle voice, he was either not yet of age or he was
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| − | not a he at all.
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| − | "What is your name?" Celegam inquired. "Allen m'lord." Celegam
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| − | smirked, "Allen, now thats no name for lady such as yourself, now what
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| − | is your real name?" Celegam said in a calm tone.
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| − | "Araven has informed me it may be dangerous to let others know I am a
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| − | lady, but I can see that Aravenel has taught you very well. My name is
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| − | Ellewen, but you must not let others know of it."
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| − | "I give you my word Allen" replied Celegam. Ellewen smiled. Following
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| − | the sound of laughter and music they had finally found the tavern.
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| − | Celegam took a dagger out from under his cloak and handed it to
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| − | Ellewen, "Be careful this is a city of rogues but you should be
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| − | alright, Il have a talk with the barkeep to see if hes interested in
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| − | purchasing our ale."
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| − | The tavern had hired its own small mercenary force to take care of
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| − | trouble makers which there certainly wasnt a shortage of. Celegam
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| − | found his men sitting in a corner talking amongst themselves. After a
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| − | few minutes of negotiation Celegam had convinced the tavern to send
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| − | out someone to pick up the barrels of ale outside. Celegam introduced
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| − | Ellewen to his men and waited for Araven. As the tavern was emptying,
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| − | Aravenel still had not arrived. the two men who had been sent out to
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| − | search for him came back empty handed. "Take Allen back to the inn",
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| − | instructed Celegam to him men, "and give him my room, I will be out
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| − | looking for my master."
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| − | Celegam enjoyed the tranquility of the empty streets at night, but his | + | 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. |
| − | urgency grew as he could not find Araven anywhere. As he arrived at
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| − | the barren market place he noticed the stall was still standing but
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| − | Araven was nowhere to be seen. The tracks in the dirt were muffled but
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| − | it seemed that Araven had left on his own. Celegam concluded that
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| − | Araven must have had some urgent business which he need to attend to and
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| − | decided to return to the inn. Upon arrival at the local inn Celegam
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| − | saw his men packing their gear and suiting up in their armour. One
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| − | soldier approached, "We are at war, orders from the Patriach are all
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| − | Arcaeans in the region are to report to Larodais immediately." Celegam
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| − | whispered to Ellewen, "That dagger I gave you has the seal of the
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| − | Patriach of Arcaea engraved on it, it was given to me by the Patriach
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| − | himself, take it and ride to Topenah. I will see you there after the
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| − | war."
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| − | "You", Celegam said pointing to one of his men,"Take my horse and ride
| + | [[Urominiel_Family/Celegam|His Story]] |
| − | with Allen to Topenah. The rest of you we move to Larodais now." And
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| − | so Celegam and his twenty nine Hospitaller FootKnights made there way
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| − | to the barren lands of Larodais.
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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 |
| − | '''Currently:'''Under the control of a Necromancer. | + | '''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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| − | '''Prologue-Elenhir, the Heartless.'''
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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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| − | '''Rebirth'''
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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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| − | '''A Vision?'''
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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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| − | 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.
| + | 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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| − | 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.
| + | [[Urominiel_Family/Elenhir|His Story]] |
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| − | '''Elenhir and the Mermaid'''
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| − | He knew the city was lost as he stood waiting at the harbour for the next ship to new lands. Many of the previous captains had denied him passage because he was a new face to the realm. Well now he was king, certainly they would him onboard, but many of the larger ships had left and none replaced them at the docks. The city was in chaos and the only ones that came near either seaked it or seaked to cause it. The only one that had kept him in the city was now dead, but then again he himself had been for many years now.
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| − | Elenhir spotted a lone ship, with a single mast, at the end of the docks. Its captain was nowhere to be found but their were more then enough empty rum bottles on board. He deposited 50 gold coins into one of the bottles and left it on the end of the rope used to moor the vessel. Then he was off sailing into the unknown, though it seemed the ship was barely moving at all. It was not until he discovered how to operate the anchor and hualed it on deck with the former ship captain had he finally began on his way with no rations, but that did not matter.
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| − | It should be known that Elenhir is not much of a sailor and the sea soon took over the ships navigation and charted its course. The omnimous storm clouds circled and gathered and it would not belong before he was drifting calmly beneath the ravenous waves. That was when she came to him, initially merely a shadow in the distance. He feared the worst when he saw the fin and tail and assumed they would be accompanied by many rows of razor sharp teeth. But as the figure got closer he could see it was no fish, or was it? Her hair flowed gently with the watery current. With only a strand of kelp over her naked body, he could tell she was definitely a woman, or atleast half of her was. She swam up to him out of curiosity, for all the men she had meet at this depth in the ocean had been dead; Unbeknownst to her so was Elenhir.
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| − | She quickly drew away to a safe distance when he reached out to touch her, but returned having acertained he meant her no harm. She stayed with him as he went deep and deeper and together they would pirouette into the abyss of the ocean.
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| | ===Menelmereth=== | | ===Menelmereth=== |
| | '''Realms:'''[[Ibladesh]], [[Cagilan Empire]], [[Riombara]], [[Lasanar]], [[Miraglonn]].<br> | | '''Realms:'''[[Ibladesh]], [[Cagilan Empire]], [[Riombara]], [[Lasanar]], [[Miraglonn]].<br> |
| | '''Positions:'''Duchess and Queen | | '''Positions:'''Duchess and Queen |
| − | '''Currently:'''Deceased, Executed in Lasanar. | + | '''Currently:'''Deceased, Executed in [[Lasanar]]. |
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| − | '''Life and Death'''
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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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| − | 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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| − | ===Cecelle===
| + | 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. |
| − | '''Realms:'''[[Ethiala]].<br>
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| − | '''Positions:'''None
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| − | '''Currently:'''Missing.
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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.
| + | [[Urominiel_Family/Menelmereth|Her Story]] |
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| | ===Thalathafn=== | | ===Thalathafn=== |
| − | '''Realms:'''[[League of Anacan]], [[Light of Fountain]], [[Avamar Selective]], [[Grand Lodge of Lunaria]].<br> | + | '''Realms:'''[[League of Anacan]], [[Light of Fountain]], [[Avamar Selective]], [[Grand Lodge of Lunaria]], [[Lemundia]], [[Cathay]], [[Arcaea]], [[Papania]].<br> |
| − | '''Positions:'''None | + | '''Positions:'''General, Banker. |
| − | '''Currently:'''Hero of Grand Lodge of Lunaria. | + | '''Currently:'''Deceased. Legendary Hero killed in the battle of [[Ossaet]]. |
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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." | | "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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| − | '''Tournament'''
| + | [[Urominiel_Family/Thalathafn_Early|Younger Years]] |
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| − | Part I
| + | [[Urominiel_Family/Thalathafn_Locket|The Tales of the Locket]] |
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| − | The banners of the noble houses flew over the tournament grounds as more and more nobles arrived at the tournament grounds. Free drinks at the tavern were a regular occurance and the training areas were busy as always. The nobles showing their skill to the crowd were impressive, each one more than the last. Thalathafn looked forward to the day when he would be in the same skill class as them. But today his body was sore from the past few days of rigorous training, so it was day to visit the taverns and socialize with the other nobles. Having arrived from distant lands not to long ago, everything was still very new to him. Quietly he slipped into the tavern and awaited the next round of drinks.
| + | [[Urominiel_Family/Thalathafn_Family|Family Life]] |
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| − | Part II
| + | ===Nnoaj=== |
| | + | '''Realms:'''[[Sirion]], [[Pian en Luries]], [[Fronen]], [[Astrum]], [[Morek]], [[Aquilegia]].<br> |
| | + | '''Positions:'''none |
| | + | '''Currently:'''Deceased, assumed dead, her body was never found. |
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| − | It was oddly quiet today in the tavern. He could only suspect all the nobles were too busy with their training. The rounds of drinks had all but stopped, so he went for a walk. There was a rather large gathering by the training rounds but again the silence was eerie. Each stoke of blade through the crisp air could be heard clearly and the odd thunk of lance on its wooden mark and clash of steal. The on lookers marvelled at the swordsmanship displayed by each of nobles, but with their jaws hung in awe, the only sounds they could muster was an occasional ooooh and ahhhh. All eyes focused on the nobles showing their skill, the heavy breathing of the horses and riders could clearly be heard amidst the hooves. Thalathafn joined the crowd for awhile hoping to pickup some new moves while he waited for all the entertainment to be over so the nobles could speak a coherent phrase or two.
| + | [[Urominiel_Family/Nnaoj|Her Story]] |
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| − | '''A Look into the Past''' | + | ===Merilyn=== |
| − | | + | '''Realms:'''[[Ohnar West]].<br> |
| − | Thalathafn carefully unfolds the delicate note, the only link to the mysteries of his life. The faded entangled "U" emblem which the tournament goers informed him as belonging to the the Urominiel family crest. Could that women be his mother? Did she belong to this noble house? There were too many questions, but perhaps he would find some answers. Sure enough, the emblem on the letter match that of his decaying note. The letter read:
| + | '''Positions:'''None |
| − | | + | '''Currently:'''Retired, after a few years of experiencing the world. |
| − | Thalathafn,
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| − | It saddens me to hear the tragic events of your childhood. To my knowledge there were no noble ladies of this house on that continent at that time. Although while I was recovering from my wounds in the Temple of Ossaet, I did recieve a letter. It was from a young woman, I had met her once but the name escapes me now. The timing of events make it possible that she is the women you inquire about. The letter she wrote to me claimed she was carrying my cousins child, but my poor cousin was banished from the realm as a rebel. I believe her intentions were to travel to Hatdhes after the birth to find her uncle, and together they would look for my cousin, Glorawarthien. It is possible she got into an accident enroute. Perhaps you can look for the man in Hatdhes, he may be of more help than I, all I can give are speculations.
| + | 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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| + | 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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| − | The walls of Batesaor loomed in the distance as the first rays of sunlight peaked from behind the coastal city fortress. The casted silhouette of the city upon the infant dawn an imposing sight for the marshalled forces. Messengers road between the city and the armies delivering messages of slander and propaganda between the lordly nobles. Each time a new message was delivered, it was crumpled and left in the mud at the mercy of the horses hooves. "What nobles are these that cant even follow a simple code of honour", Thalathafn thought. It was ironic that he would be the one to judge other nobles of uncivilized behaviour. He quickly adjusted his armour that had shifted on the road. It would be a glorious battle ahead and he would great his enemies with respect and death with honour. Looking back at his siege engine in tow and the armies still following behind him, Thalathafn knew this would be a chance to show his valour and establish himself as a true hero.
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| − | As the walls approached Thalathafn looked around him, 100 infantry and five nobles set up in the front lines, behind them the archers and cavalry, as the rear guard the bulk of Nighthelms infantry force. This was truely the chance he hoped for, one hundred men fighting the thousands upon the walls. He ordered his men to move the siege tower closer shield themselves behind it from the hail of arrows. Six fell to the arrow storm, his unit now left at twenty pushed onward and upward through the siege tower. The other eighty infantry with no siege weaponry of their own and faced with an daunting wall of stone crowded up his siege tower as well. Now the siege tower designed for twenty was filled to its brink with a hundred men all vying for the ladders. Thalathafn pulling himself up through the mob and led the charge at the bloodied patch of wall where his siege engine was latched. The defenders were overwhelming and his unit was thrown back. The other units fell one by one, but Thalathafn was determined, he gathered his men and began another climb up the siege tower. Again they charged and were met with a thousand spears and swords. Thalathafn surged on feeling the stings of steel in the exposed areas of his armour. He tumbled from the battlements with darkness creeping upon him, as he fell he watched the Nighthelm troops advance with their siege engines and knew he did his part and demonstrated his valour given the incompetent leadership and tactics used in the siege.
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| − | '''Realms:'''Sandalak(SWI), [[Kingdom of Alluran]]<br> | + | '''Realms:'''Sandalak(SWI), [[Kingdom of Alluran]], [[Repository of Knowledge/Monsters|Monsters of Gilgamesh]], [[Thalmarkin]]<br> |
| − | '''Positions:'''High Marshal, Duchess | + | '''Positions:'''High Marshal, Duchess, Queen, Justicar. |
| − | '''Currently:'''Duchess of Eno.
| + | '''Currently:'''Dead, Killed by Overlord in the battle of [[Winifael]]. |
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| − | The early rays of light warmed the frost on the grass fields drawing forth a blanket of myst over the lowlands of Ovujemeh. Annaej with her dark golden hair sat up stern in her smoke gray horse as scout reports trickled in from all directions. As a child she was taxed with a heavy burden, to remain steadfast staring into the face of death and purge of land of its curse. All the years of training had made her what she is today, undaunting yet compassionate. The tainted soil of the monster isle was where she belonged to defend the lands from the walking dead and to find her brother, Elenhir, and put him to rest. To lift the curse on all the living dead, was her destiny. The people of Ovujemeh were scared, she could sense it, but soon they would have nothing to fear. Once they learn, the sight of Alluran banners flapping in the wind will be welcomed with open arms. They no longer needed to fear a plague across the land.
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| − | Eight hundred plus bodies were tossed into the ocean as Annaej watched through the spyglass. There was nothing she could do, there was nothing anyone could do. The city simply did not have enough food and when food arrived the peasents ate without any sense to ration food for the hard days ahead. Annaej handed the spyglass off to her aid and motioned to the soldiers to put out the signal fire as she made her way back from the edge of the stone pier. "Keep an eye out on the water for any who have gained unfavourable judgement from Alluran," She said to the captain as she walked passed one of the gatehouses to the harbour. She paid little attention to the suffering in the streets, saved for the ones that looked too dead to still be alive, but the adventurers should take care of them if they wanted part of the bounty.
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| − | As they reached her estate, she sent an aid ahead to prepare 100 gold for the war chest. The army would be on the move again soon, but it would be under a new name. Ten riders from her estate were out front to greet her. She sent them away two by two with a the names of nobles assigned to the new army. The Holy army of Alluran; Ten of Eno's finest knights, sooned to be joined by knights from Brovyl and Xween. Annaej motions to the few remaining riders,"Inform all the trainers and blacksmiths within the realm that the war chest in Eno will be paying for the training and repairs of everyone in the Holy Alluran Army."
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| − | "May Alluran guide his army to bring his judgement over the land."
| + | 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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House Urominiel
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
