Mosher Family

The Mosher Family of Eledir

The Mosher Family of Eledrir has sent five sons to war so far, one coming back full of water after an unfortunate drowning. For Thirteen years they have server their own morales, be it to redeem their honor after being foolishly led by a rebel, to harass a sibling relentlessly, to sit back and read the paper, faithfully serving the people and his lord Evgenis, or even to roam the lands, smiting undead foes, and gallivanting with the most noble adventurers around, or even dieing in a sad accident, after his prided realm fell. They have all followed their morals, and they have prospered.

Gregory; Count of Upperfell

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Class: Bureaucrat - Knight

Honor: 58

Prestige: 21

Appearance: Often seen wearing dark blue robes, and a pair of loose fitting glasses. He has neat black hair that is pulled into a neat pony tail that goes down to the small of his neck. He is the tallest of the family, but also the lankiest.

History: Gregory is the Eldest surviving of the Mosher Family. If his brother Reimond had not died, he would be the second oldest; a middle child. He has served in Carelia for his whole life, and was around when Evegenism took life. He has been a ardent supporter of Carelia, and Evgenism for his whole life, and it was rewarded when he was given Lordship or Upperfell, a captured Red Spanian region.

Personality: Usually quiet and reserved, He will often speak up and become almost a whole other person when talking to his men. They used to be overweight slobs, who did nothing but eat all day. He soon whipped them into shape, and showed his demon like side. He greatly respects his leader, Laurie, and Yavanna, all having shown valor and trustworthiness, all in different ways. Of recent, he has dropped his books, and taken the sword back up, and is involved in a feud with the youngest Twin of the family Yawh, who picked on him relentlessly growing up, not being one of the sword.

Gregory recently took back up the sword, to combat his brother whom insulted their mother, and help the war along on the front lines. He was rusty, and it showed when his brother Yawh and him had one final standoff. He was struck down and left alive, as his brother left for lands unknown.

Tanis; Count of Hcallow

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Class: Cavalier

Honor: 104

Prestige: 28

Tanis is a fickle one. In his younger years, he wished to find someone to guide him, to tutor him. He found Fenrir, a rebellious soul that tried to take down Tor. Failing, the previously neutral Tanis fled with Fenrir and his cohorts to Heen, planning to either take it over or explore new lands that were talked of (Dwilight). Tanis at first was giddy, and secretive, but seeing the noble desert peoples ways he softened and could not live with the idea of betraying them. He betrayed the conspirators, they fled and Tanis was treated with caution and praise. He did not want the praise, he felt horrible for having such intentions to such trusting and noble people, he knew he would have to make it up to them. He was willing to throw his body to the rocks for his generals and new queen, and he would have to figuratively do so when the invasion came.

With the Beluaterra invasion, he eventually gained further Heeninite trust and was given Lordship of Hcallow, formerly owned by Jadine, a trusted comrade of his. Making a promise to keep the region within the duchy of Tahgalez he fixed the region and went out to fight the new threat to Beluaterra. The triple invasion of the Monsters, the Undead and the Daimons. He chose with his comrades to side with the monsters, the Mosher family living next to an undead cave and hated the undead, so the decision was easy for him. Tanis would throw himself against tides of undead, and Daimon invaders who wanted to destroy the small Heen nation. They prevailed twice, fighting tooth and nail, showing they would not sell their humanity like other nations had, and when possible, helped nations like Mesh and nations to the North.

During all this, Tanis was given the Desert Scimitar, for outstanding service in the name of Heen, he felt he did not yet deserve it, but he would strive to, or die doing so, he is currently still the Lord of Hcallow, and happy in the rebuilding Heen as the Invasion in their part has mostly died down.

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Merrick; The Rabble-Rouser

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Class: Adventurer

Honor: 12

Prestige: 4

Merrick wasn't an outlaw of outcast from his family, he just happened to love nature, and not want to conform to the life of a noble. His mother gave him her blessing and let him leave in the middle of the night. He had a good relationship with everyone, basically being the middlechild, and often solved disputes within the family. He loved telling stories and would often be the first one to accompany his brother Reimond and father Jenkins to exterminate the nearby undead infestation.

Late into his career he met a lady called Dulcinae. She had a grand design with him and others to create a group of close knit wanderers who would hunt, eat, drink, and barter together, to gain fame, and an advantage over the undead and monster abominations of the world.

They soon formed the Gotham Dozen, and were granted use and later ownership of the Brewery of Beluaterra for a headquater in Qual. For some time Merrick worked with the Gotham Dozen, and even organized the first known commoner tournament, that hosted 33 participants from many walks of life. Despite his success and strength though, he could not help being captured by the Daimons. He stood in jail for some time, being tortured, and tortured, and when the time came, decided to escape. He didn't know where he was going, for his cover was blown and he was chased as far as the docks by the Daimon guards. Taking a chance, he leaped onto what he thought to be a fishing boat. Thinking himself safe, he decided to lay low, and leave when the boat docked. He just so happened to come to the South East Islands, the resting place of his late brother Reimond.

Once on the SEI, he went to the ruins of Avamar Selective, to visit his brothers grave and regain his funds the Daimons took to find his way back to Beluaterra. Even now he fights and searches for whatever he can to get back home, living on as little food as possible.

Yawh; The Twin Tyrant (Pronounced: Ya-way)

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Class: Hero

Honor: 37

Prestige: 16

Yawh is one half of a twin set, the other being Jarod (Ha-Rod). Yawh was the more rambunctious of the two, and relentlessly picked on his older brother Gregoy, for his love of culture and reading. He is a hot headed, arrogant swordsman who would much rather be seen as a brute than a noble warrior. His image of himself is a proud, large warrior, one that strikes fear into his enemies hearts. He is the younger of the two twins, though their father though him to be the better of the two for nobleship, wanting at least one son home.

He works alongside his brother in Carelia, promising one day he'd defeat his brother once and for all, and show 'That bookworm' what it means to be a man, and a warrior. recently, things have taken a turn for the worse, as their private conversations have almost landed in blows, and Yawh's jealousy of his brothers position in Carelia has not helped his hatred and desire to attack Gregory. He wishes to defeat his brother, and move on with his life, finding another place to make a name, not in the shadow of his brother.

Yawh recently dueled his Brother Gregory, and dominated the rusty older swordsman. Satisfied he was better than his brother, he moved onto Arcachon, a place that seemed to have the right wartime ideals.

A note on the deceased. Reimond, though he had not been the smartest, he tried. He had learned to read, and with his faithful friend Luis, they fought off the invaders of Avamar Selective. He was proud, and stuck to the end, willing to die with his comrades. He will be missed within the family,. as he had acted as a corner stone and eldest brother for them all, an example of honest, innocence, and pride.