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, Toren.
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

Eyes of a Child

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.

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 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.

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.

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?

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 Currently:Lost at Sea after leaving Ikalak?

Arrival

Gwaethinriel finally stepped onto dry land after a long jouney from the south islands. She despised the sea breeze flowing through her hair and the smell of salt on everything around the port. "The rogue port of Sasrhas, Im starting to feel at home already" She thought. She wandered through the streets ruled by anarachy and governed by chaos. A few bodies littered the streets but she couldnt tell if they were dead or just had too much to drink. The streets were still full of rogues, smugglers and pirates moving back and forth from taverns and pubs. Many eyed her but most were too drunk to notice. She cleaned the blood stains off her dagger as she left the city from the south, hoping she didnt draw too much attention to herself in that little scuffle.

To be Titled

Her last order as general of the Highlands was issued, Gwaethinriel stepped away from gathering army and returned to the battlefield. Walking amongst the bodies she questioned the reason why she had remained in the Highland empire, perhaps it was a sense of duty, but that wasnt the reason she came to the far east continent.

Dragging a dead Lasanar soldier from the field Gwae slips off his uniform and dresses herself in it. Jon was dead, the empire would crumble, and she would rather be on the side of the victor, but first she would visit her father. Since she had became a noble her hatred from him gradually declined, she only wanted to see him again. She no longer faulted him for abandoning her, after having witness so many deaths in the past few years she was just glad he was still alive.

Celegam

Realms:Arcaea, Ethiala
Positions:None

Celegam and Ellewen

Though he may of lost his arm, Celegams eyes were as keen as always and even in the twilight he instantly recognized the man before him. It was a man he hand not seen for a great many years. There was another beside him whom Celegam did not know, perhaps a new apprentice. What Celegam did know was that he missed the days of travelling with his master and not having so much on his mind.

"You've been standing there along time Celegam, a lot has changed since I saw you last. I am disappointed that you decided to leave the blades, but I have always known that your various skills would lead you to more then just a mere assassin. I have some things to pack up here would you mind showing my apprentice to the tavern, Il meet you there shortly there is much that I would like to hear from you."

Celegam smiled, "I can certainly try to find the tavern with your apprentice, though Ive been wandering around this market for hours." Celegam helped load the barrels onto the old wooden cart. "I believe the tavern is this way, I can find my way much better at night without the locals bustling around me", Celegam said. The apprentice nodded and grabbed the handles of the cart. Celegam noticed the hands which clasped the handles, they seemed like they have never known a days work but yet they were scarred and bruised. Celegam tried to get a look at the apprentices complexion but a hood drew shadows over most of his face. "How long have you been an apprentice to my master Aravenel?" Celegam asked as they made their way to the tavern. "It has been a full two days now m'lord, you see Ara paid my ransom to free me from my captors. The rest of the captives on my ship are being sold as slaves around various ports." Celegam instantly noticed the apprentices fair gentle voice, he was either not yet of age or he was not a he at all.

"What is your name?" Celegam inquired. "Allen m'lord." Celegam smirked, "Allen, now thats no name for lady such as yourself, now what is your real name?" Celegam said in a calm tone. "Araven has informed me it may be dangerous to let others know I am a lady, but I can see that Aravenel has taught you very well. My name is Ellewen, but you must not let others know of it."

"I give you my word Allen" replied Celegam. Ellewen smiled. Following the sound of laughter and music they had finally found the tavern. Celegam took a dagger out from under his cloak and handed it to Ellewen, "Be careful this is a city of rogues but you should be alright, Il have a talk with the barkeep to see if hes interested in purchasing our ale."

The tavern had hired its own small mercenary force to take care of trouble makers which there certainly wasnt a shortage of. Celegam found his men sitting in a corner talking amongst themselves. After a few minutes of negotiation Celegam had convinced the tavern to send out someone to pick up the barrels of ale outside. Celegam introduced Ellewen to his men and waited for Araven. As the tavern was emptying, Aravenel still had not arrived. the two men who had been sent out to search for him came back empty handed. "Take Allen back to the inn", instructed Celegam to him men, "and give him my room, I will be out looking for my master."

Celegam enjoyed the tranquility of the empty streets at night, but his urgency grew as he could not find Araven anywhere. As he arrived at the barren market place he noticed the stall was still standing but Araven was nowhere to be seen. The tracks in the dirt were muffled but it seemed that Araven had left on his own. Celegam concluded that Araven must have had some urgent business which he need to attend to and decided to return to the inn. Upon arrival at the local inn Celegam saw his men packing their gear and suiting up in their armour. One soldier approached, "We are at war, orders from the Patriach are all Arcaeans in the region are to report to Larodais immediately." Celegam whispered to Ellewen, "That dagger I gave you has the seal of the Patriach of Arcaea engraved on it, it was given to me by the Patriach himself, take it and ride to Topenah. I will see you there after the war."

"You", Celegam said pointing to one of his men,"Take my horse and ride with Allen to Topenah. The rest of you we move to Larodais now." And so Celegam and his twenty nine Hospitaller FootKnights made there way to the barren lands of Larodais.

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.

Elenhir and the Mermaid

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.

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.

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.

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.

Menelmereth

Realms:Ibladesh, Cagilan Empire, Riombara, Lasanar, Miraglonn.
Positions:Duchess and Queen

Life and Death

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.

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.

Cecelle

Realms:Ethiala.
Positions:None

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.

Thalathafn

Realms:League of Anacan.
Positions:None

"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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