Urominiel Family

House Urominiel

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.

Fame

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

• Prestige-4/6
• Governement Positions-8/9
• Local Positions-4/4
• Tournaments-4/4
• Class specific-4/?
• Wealth-3/3
• Construction-4/?
• Unknown-1/?
• Other-1/?
• Total Discovered-34/48

Members

Glorawarthien

Realms: Sirion, Assassins, Plergoth, Arcaea, Svunnetland, Soliferum, Antoza Commonwealth, Grand Lodge of Lunaria, Nighthelm.

Positions: Count, Battlegroup commander, Duke, Former Prime Minister.

The Fall of Omsk

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.

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.

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.

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.

A Path into the Shadows

A New Light

Freedom, At Last

Elenaraloki

Realms:Eleador

Positions:Former Archpriest, Royal Treasurer, High Marshal, Battlegroup Commander

Aralaiquendi

Realms:Abington, Antioch, Fronen, Ikalak(SWI), Ikalak(SEI), Silantin, Yssaria, Arcaea, Sirion

Positions:Former Prime Minister of Ikalak(SEI), Former Marquis

Gwaethinriel

Realms:Carelia, Voghor, Sandalak(SEI), Highland Empire, Kaltaran, Sartania, Perdan, Ikalak(SEI)

Positions:High Marshal

Celegam

Realms:Arcaea, Ethiala

Positions:None

Elenhir

Realms:Old Rancagua, Falasan, Yssaria, Midas Chia, Rogue, Old Grehk, Sandalak(SWI), Taselak(SEI), Ashborn, Outer Tilog, Ibladesh.

Positions:Dictator and Executor

OOC Warning: May not be suitable for younger audiences

Prologue-Elenhir, the Heartless.

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.

Rebirth

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.

A Vision?

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.

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.

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.

Menelmereth

Realms:Ibladesh, Cagilan Empire, Riombara, Lasanar, Miraglonn.

Positions:Duchess and Queen

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