Urominiel Family

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-4/6
• Government 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, Kingdom of Alluran.
Positions: Count, Battlegroup commander, Duke, Former Prime Minister. Currently: Troop Leader in Kingdom of Alluran

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

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.

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.

A New Light

Part I

Glorawarthien sat in his court room after solving a dispute over a stolen pig, he quite liked his decision and was going to enjoy the ham he would have for dinner tonight. He waited for the next commoner to enter with their mundane problems but instead he was greated by a messenger. After hearing the new that the Senate would be dissolved, Glorawarthien didnt know how to react. The fact that he had only been 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 that would take him he would be willing to go. Along while has passed 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 no further word on the mystery would arrive. The year would soon pass and he would be a free man, free to transverse the continent looking for something worth his time. As thoughts of the events coursed through his mind, two men entered escorted by guards.

"Baron, this mans hound attacked my sheep, something must be done!"

Glorawarthien wondered what would taste better, hound or sheep.

Part II

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.

Lady Hoshi

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.

Glorawarthien of the Emerald Order, Duke of Osaliel

Interlude

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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

But she came back to reality when Glorawarthien (crtl+c of course :p) ask her a simple question "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?"

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?"

...

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.

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.

Guilt

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.

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.

Elenaraloki

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

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
Currently: Retired to the family mansion in Clyderee on Atamara.

Gwaethinriel

Realms:Carelia, Voghor, Sandalak(SEI), Highland Empire, Kaltaran, Sartania, Perdan, Ikalak(SEI)
Positions:High Marshal Currently:Wandering around FEI as a commoner.

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.

A New Life

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.

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.

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.

Celegam

Realms:Arcaea, Ethiala
Positions:None Currently:Retired Troop Leader, Merchant in Topenah.

Forever Changed

After he heard the city was revolting, Celegam immediatedly left the tournament and began to make his way to the city. He was between Remton and Lantaz when the news came, the city had declared independence from Arcaea, no longer wanting to be ruled by the failing government. During the same few days Talex and her bordering regions had also left the realm. Blinded by his emotions, the ones that an infiltrator arent supposed to carry, Celegam made a rash decision. He would leave Arcaea and all this behind, return to what he thought he was an apprentice to, the art of trade. In his heart Celegam still wanted to reclaim the city of Topenah but he knew the people of the city wouldnt accept rule under an Arcaea banner. If this new realm is to survive it would need nobles to serve under its flag and a perfect oppurtunity for Celegam to rule over Topenah once again. Celegam hastily wrote two brief letters one to the Patriach and the other to Cebre. Perhaps the Patriach would understand but he was not asking for approval. For Celegam this would be a monumental change, he had only knew life under the service of the Patriach and had never served under another lord. Though he had knew Cebre as Duke of Talex, he did not actually know the man, he could only hope that he would be able operate as a trader under the Ethiala banner without interference.

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 Currently:Under the control of a Necromancer.

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 Currently:Deceased, Executed in Lasanar.

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 Currently:Missing.

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, Light of Fountain, Avamar Selective, Grand Lodge of Lunaria.
Positions:None Currently:Hero of Grand Lodge of Lunaria.

"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."

Tournament

Part I

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.

Part II

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.

A Look into the Past

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:

Thalathafn,

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.

Aralaiquendi Urominiel

A Hero is Born

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.

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.

Annaej

Realms:Sandalak(SWI), Kingdom of Alluran
Positions:High Marshal, Duchess Currently:Duchess of Eno.

Dauntless

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.

The Holy Alluran Army

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.

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."

"May Alluran guide his army to bring his judgement over the land."

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