The Nobility Of The Kingdom

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((Reserved for House Lycian))

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House Tarus, the

Den of Wolves, the Honorable Line.

“Vigilant, Valiant, Vindictive.”

Long ago in the days of old Horen, after the Great War, when Horen was on his last rope and death seemed to be imminent, Horen named his successor. Haren I. shortly before his death by axe. Time went on and time went by, and Haren I took his time as King.

According to the House Elendil records,

“Haren wed the Elvish princess Morwen Idril wed and soon started House Haren which for five generations had ruled Oren in a time known as the "Age of Peace" until Seneschal Owynn Godwinson had King Elendil II removed from power and exiled him into the north.”

House Elendil, by Artorus Elendil.

Nearing the end of this time period, when the house of Elendil came to the North, there lay a further north nation. Already established to the far north was House Tarus, a long forgotten, long docile nation of the frost of the north but fierce as the beasts that reside there. They lay past the Adunian Sea, as it were called by the Elendil people, where the Matriarch Deledah Tarus sat on a Throne of Iron. She had been the first to raise the Sigil of the Wolf, originally scrawled in the blood of the beasts of the North on the pelt of a rare Albino Wolf. The mast flew high the first time the Tarus brood were seen on the Horizon of Adunia. It was very fortunately the first visit in a series of profitable visits. These were the weapons of choice for hunting and fighting in the North and securing their lands from icy barbarians and the likes.

According to the oldest records, Adunia brought lumber and building supplies en mass, which allowed the Tarus Brood in turn to prosper. To Adunia from the rich mines of the north the Tarusians delivered iron, heaps of iron, and obsidian. The network of trade was prosperous for both nations, both leaderships, as both in turn grew military. From the simple settlements and natural formations of the North the Tarusians grew, evolved, and expanded. No longer were they mere barbarians, they were Nobility. They were the same men to the South, but, they were colder, they were harder, and they were loyal as steel was to the hand that wielded it- forever, should it be there to obey.

Three Settlements grew in what was now known as the Holy Land, perhaps a parody. It seemed like God had abandoned these frozen tundras. To the south was Bruti, the capitol city, where the Iron Throne rested and the matriarch once nursed the young, growing nobility that was her son, Anduin. Bruti was a tall, defiant fortress city that was built up to the peak of a mountain and burrowed into for the keep. A large tower, coming forth from the ground like bones, stood tall on each plateau, each terrace, on the way to the city at the top of the mountain. Surely the city seemed impregnable.

To the East was Stormwatch, a fortress city built under a mountain peak to shield it from the raging Eastern winds that tore through the area. Here the hardest men of the Tarusian kingdom were born. In the tall, permafrost ridden walls, where the snow rose twenty-feet a day and bears larger then trees roamed in search of a child or man dumb enough to stumble into the biting cold... Men were wolves here, men lived by wolves, and although Storm watch was not the original capitol, Stormwatch was the original birthplace of the Tarusian Monarchy to the north. It stood vigil to the harsh unknowns beyond... some rumors say men who cast lightning and fire and summon the cold bones of the ancestors lie in the storms. Some said the storms -are- the creations of these same magi.

To the West lay Tarisport. Tarisport was the second city to be constructed and was the only major port to the Northern Wastes. Here was the input and export of iron and ores and the import of raw goods and materials for construction. It was also the Renaissance and Revival of Technologies and Religion. Faith slowly began to restore the the Northern Wastes, the training of Paladins began, warriors of holy fervor, and insulation and construction techniques began to be researched into. Cities expanded further into sprawling fortress towns, protected from the cold, able to even farm in greenhouses now, and making these people all more docile, excluding Stormwatch. Stormwatch would always be a land of brutal warriors and strong men and women and wolves.

By the time these cities were grown out, settled, and finished, Anduin came of age to take the throne. Anduin became known as “Anduin of Conquest”. Anduin immediately set out to force the northern tribes to the ‘dark lands’, lands covered in further dangers, more so then the local barbarians or giant bears. He lead an army of men, ten-thousand strong, to murder every tribe he came across and force them across the wastes back to the North. In history, it was said he returned in a fourth his army, frost bitten, and a smile on his face. His conquest was called the “Trail of Snowmen”. Many of the men who had followed Anduin to the north had died in the process, some freezing where they stood, drilling, sleeping, and the likes. Anduin went on to be the precursor to the modern Tarus family, where Eze’kiel traces his lineage and likeness from.

He married a northern-tribeswoman who offered herself to spare her tribe. Anduin took the gift willingly, but, killed the tribe anyways. It was said she tried to kill her after their child was born later, but, he killed her as well. He felt no sorrow in his actions and was pleased with the turn of events; his enemies were dead, he had a son. His son had the fire imbued in his mother’s last breaths and heartbeats.

Adelas Tarus was a hot-tempered and fiery man. He was also devout and pious to the Gods brought from the Southern lands and became known as “Adelas of Intolerance”. He went on a rampage with a newly raised army of Paladins to crush all false idols and kill those not worshiping his gods. He even considered magi to be “abominations of all that is wrong, immoral, and defiant of our lord”. He made many powerful enemies quickly, which is why he is later known as “Adelas the End”. He was the last King to rule the North; perhaps it was destiny, but perhaps he really did bring this upon himself. In his reign, the storms began again, and in them, lay an enemy unexpected.

It was a horrible night that lightning struck on Bruti, relentlessly, crumbling the city in the midst of the night. It was said that fire rained from the sky and the souls of those Adelas had fought and killed rose to defeat him, still defiant in death. He fled like a coward from the impregnable tops of Bruti. He swore and cursed the names of every Magi he killed, but, it was a force far deviant. The Undead hidden in the North had learned of the growing faith in God, and, decided it was time to end it. It was would be no task to fight the unaware, very physical Tarusian men with the powers of Iblees by them. They had come right over Eastwatch and crumped the mountain they were under on top of them. The city and fortress were crushed and anyone who lived inside starved or froze or suffocated. They then marched onto Bruti as Adelas slept and stirred him.

They chased him all the way to the boats of Tarisport, cursing his name, and trying to kill him their selves as he jumped on a boat with some loyal men and his wife to be, Stephanie. He laid with her that night as the oceans echoed the screams of death of his Kingdom. He was surprisingly uncaring. They came to Adunia some months later, near out of food, and in disguise. His wife was with young and they made haste through the city. According to a recorded recount from one of his men, “Adelas was far less pious then he claimed to be. The second his kingdom fell; he hardly seemed like the man of god he tried to be. He cried in the night and hit his wife in anger. He was an unkempt beast, one his father surely would of slain in days of old.”

His wife gave birth in some old ruins of the Half-Elfs, cursed, some called it, others called merely said it was an old Magi's tower. Adelas was very upset his son was born in this musty old hole. “A tomb fit for pagans.” Some nights after his wife tried to calm him with a drink, and a night of love and leisure. The night quickly went bad when Adelas drank too much and began to beat his wife a little harder then he expected. His wife began to bleed and in a fit of blood lust he kept hitting. A guard rushed in to stop him and Adelas drew his sword and fought. He was a poor swordsman by this time, especially drunk, and the guard slayed his former King. He helped Stephanie outside, to a horse, and sent her off with a word, “His seed lives with you; raise him wiser and in secret”.

When she tried to return in the morning the tent was burned and a sign of a struggle. It is assumed by scholars that the guards turned on each of their brethren for failing their duties, the ‘treachery’ by the lone guard, and in a short power-struggle given the Royal family was gone. She moved south and west of Al’khazar in this time, with her son, Tulric. Tulric was unlucky but he was smart, he was strong, and he was an ideal son to restart the family with. But he never seemed right, when he first grasped a sword and swung it, the blade literally flew off the hilt and through the window, nearly killing his mother. When he tried to train a wolf, it died later, hit by a passing by cart. However he met a neighboring girl, one who’d grow up to be his love interest. Her name was Kel’resa Sun-storm, she was a foreign trader from Kramaroe, wealthy, polite, and diplomatic. Tulric was happy to play with her and be her friend while her father took his goods into Al’khazar to sell.

During this time, Stephanie grew older, as did Tulric. Life went by and Tulric was already nearing thirty, his mother nearing seventy. Neither of them looked a day over thirty and it was ***** as to how this came about. In the dead of night, a group of bandits came to Stephanie’s house while her son was out with Kel’resa, foresting, and seeing a play in the Malinorian theatre. While Tulric enjoyed the play with his betrothed, his mother was being raped, being beaten, being slowly murdered for hours. Near the end of this Tulric came into the house and saw the four men. He tapped into his rage, deep down in his gullet, and drew his blade. “You bandits have no honor, no dignity, no pride. If your only legacy will be the blood I spill; so be it.” He cut them all down in a flurry of blows, dismembering them, debowling them, gutting them. He dropped his sword and walked over to his mother and held her and cried, “You are his se-seed. You’re his seed... his seed... our family, our blood, Adunian and Tarusian lives on in you- you are roya-royalty Tarus. Prosper”, as she slipped into the hands of death from the wounds she sustained. Tulric threw a torch onto the homestead and left quietly, sadly, and changed with her wife. He was no man of peace, no man of kindness anymore. He was a man of diligence, justice, servitude, and family.

Together, Kel’ressa and Tulric moved further west over the small body of water behind the Keep, near Alras, and made their Estate. Tulric, Kel’ressa, and the local men they hired all put the walls together of a lovely home behind thick high walls. Tulric and Kel’ressa felt safe finally, and Tulric made talks of going into Al’khazar, making a name for himself. “The people of Oren are good men, plentiful, and full of variety. They are the sort of people I would align myself with, they know honor as well as a Paladin knows his vows, a husband knows his wife, and a father knows his son.” He patted a young boy on the head and smiled, “I know my son well... he will be someone.” The thoughts of prosperity and acceptance into the nobility of Al’khazar were promising, but, Tulric couldn’t be alone. The Tarus family was cursed it seemed. In the night came the downtrodden bandits, his mothers murderers, who stormed his estate and slaughtered his workers. He grasped his sword and looked back to his wife, who was screaming his name to come. “I cannot, go, without me. I must protect the land I swore to raise for my son and give him something to come back to.” He stepped out the door into oblivion, for all he killed, two more rose, and he was overwhelmed. It was a bloody night indeed.

Stephanie made it to the gates of Al’khazar as the guards ran out to retrieve him. “Ma’am, are you alright?” They called to her, and she smiled a bit and fell over, with arrows in her back. The rolled her on her side and saw the babe at her tet, and pulled her off. A young Eze’kiel was crying loudly, with a thin layer of dark brown hair coming in on the crown of his head. They brought him into the city towards the Orphanage as smoke filled the distance and blood covered the road.

(For Eze’kiel Story and Profile, go here...)

Bannermen: House Vivyaen, House Loken.

Relationships: Alliance to Hightowers (Atriana Tarus and Gabriel Tarus), Alliance to Whitestorms, (Old Marriage long-lost), Alliance to Artorous (Adelas Tarus to Stephanie Alcrain (Adunian)), Alliance to Thervings (Agreement), Alliance to Ironguts (Long-ally).

Traits of a Tarus: Brown hair and stark black / charcoal eyes. Honorable, quick to anger, and viciously loyal. Strong of wit and blade. Ages like a half-elf.

House Colors: Frost Blue, Silvery Grey, Pitch Black.

The Deceased:Gustav Tarus. Atriana Tarus. Eugene Tarus.

[Agnub 605]

((Reserved for Hightower lore which must be edited for age appropriateness))

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House Whitestorm

Shadow of the Storms,

Light of the East.

From White crest of sea,

to green glow of plains.

Storms shall brew,

Storms shall break.

Empires shall rise

Empires shall fall.

Families shall grow

Families shall perish.

All will die,

all shall perish

But one will live,

one, of White

one, of Storm

They, will bring

the land back.

-Sudora Prophecy of Unity

Ancient History:

Centuries ago, in a land far from Asulon, far from Aegis, in a land called Sudora, a prophecy was passed down from mouth to mouth, father to son. It spoke of death, it spoke of famine. It spoke of one family surviving an apocalypse. No one truly knew what it meant. It slowly faded from sight, only recorded in the fabled Hall of Prophecies. Prophecies were carved onto massive stone walls in the Hall, by the Sudar, the spiritual leader of Sudora. Over the decades, many families challenged the Sudar for its power, but many were crushed by rival families, in hopes of gaining the Sudar's favor. But the land of Sudora was dying. Its crops, failing. Livestocks, killed by unknown diseases. Soon, Sudora spiraled into mass chaos and anarchy, families vying, not for power, but for food. But slowly, the land recovered. But the power and prestige of the Sudar was lost. Civil war broke out, armies clashes in the plains. Fallen bodies, buried in mass pits, forgotten. But one family stayed out of the war. Isolated in the North by massive mountains, the land of the Whitestorms. Only accessible for a few months in the summer months, the land was harsh and demanding. The people who lived there were used to the harshness, and managed to not only survive in those harsh winters, but also to thrive. The Whitestorms bid their time, stockpiling food and supplies. They knew that the civil war was weakening all the families. Soon, they would move. Soon, they would move with devastating speed and power, sweeping up the lands of Sudora before its massive army, pouring from the mountains of the North. Shattered and weakened, the warring families stood little chance. They were crushed, their lands taken and their head of families executed. The Whitestorms waged a quick and decisive war, reuniting the lands of Sudora and restoring it to its former glory.

Sudora flourished under the rule of the Whitestorms for the next three centuries. Loved by the people, the Whitestorms provided food and rules with a kind heart. Anyone who dared stood up against the family was quickly put down by the people. Under their rule, Sudora expanded its boundaries to its fullest extent, extending from the Sea of Infinity to the Plains of Argosh. Its power and wealth was seen in its capital, Rifash. Adorned with captured spoils of war, one simply had to glance at the gates to see the opulence of this nation.

But soon, a menace would come from the North, more North than even the Whitestorms had never ventured. To the north lie a great ice wall, high as the eye can see. No one knew what lie beyond, only hearing faint hoof sounds, as faint as the rustle of grass. One unforgetable night, a terrible crash was heard. Citizens reported seeing a great fireball sail through the night, disappearing over the horizon. The next day at day break, the current King sent out a twenty man patrol to investigate the object. When the patrol arrived at the alleged crash site, the ice wall of the North, they could not believe their eyes. The fireball had bore a hole into the ice wall, allowing a glimpse of the lands to the North. But the hole was not what astounded them. The sound, the sound of hoof beats thundered through the valley. What lay below them was thousands upon thousands of men, riding on four legged creatures of unimaginable speed. It seemed like a glinting, armored river, pouring forth from the hole. The patrol fled the hellish scene, intent upon warning the King of this soon arriving danger. But alas, the patrol was too slow on foot compared to the four legged creature. When the patrol arrived at the plains of Rifash, the King's Army lay slaughter on its plains, the grass run red with their fresh blood. The King, impaled upon a spear rammed through his chest with immense force, lay dying on the battlefield, tears streaming down his face as he watched the unknown foes burn the city, destroying anything around them. The bodies of the Royal Guard, the most elite of the lands, lay mangled around the King. The patrol hurried down to the King, straining to hear what he was trying to say.

"Go. Get away from these lands. These hellish fiends cannot be stopped, we cannot hope to prevail. They will burn these lands, and nothing stops them from doing so. Take the survivors, take the remaining ships, and-"

With those words, the King shuddered one last time and stared into the distance, with deathly gray eyes. Hoof beats start growing fainter as the fiends move South, towards the Plains of Argosh. Calcifer, leader of the patrol, closes the King's eyes with new found strength.

"Men, gather the survivors. We leave in an hour."

The men pack the ships full of food and supplies, and take four ships with 200 survivors and sail across the Sea of Infinity, not knowing what to look for, simply floating and going with where the current lead them. At last, with water gone, food low, and the ship badly damaged, the fifteen remaining survivors see land. They set foot at the coasts north of Al'Khazar, and wander into the forests. After a year at sea, the survivors finally touch solid ground and drink fresh water. A few months past, and the survivors quickly assimilate into Al'Khazar. Four Whitestorms survived, the last of the Sudora royal blood line. The rest of the survivors disperse into the population, some moving to Malinor, some moving to the familiar north. Of the millions who lived in Sudora, these 15 are all that are left of the faraway and destroyed nation.

Modern History:

Hawk Whitestorm soon inherited the title of Head of House. As head of house, he maintained the right of life or death over his family members, holding absolute power. He had the right to banish, execute, or exile any family member he so chose, but rarely exercised his right to do so. He and his three brothers, Tyber Jay and Torok Whitestorm were all that were left of the people who still remembered the bygone prestige and power of the Whitestorms, through family books and tales.

Eager to restore his family's power in this new land, Hawk eagerly enlisted in the Oren Rangers. His Whitestorm blood enabled him to move and age like an elf, yet retain the height of a normal human. Hawk proved extremely proficient in his job, soon rising to the rank of Ranger Commander. The King, pleased with Hawk's loyalty and proficiency as a Ranger, allowed the Whitestorms to become a noble family of Oren. Though the family was small, it did not lack influence. Ties with many other powerful families enabled the Whitestorms to exert influence at many locales, with ties most notably with the Tarus and Stuart families. The family owned a villa in the North, a little North of the ranger base, along with an estate just south of the grand city of Al'Khazar. The Whitestorms are still looking for people of Sudora descent, and hopes to re-establish ties with those of their maiden lands.

Traits of the Whitestorms:

• Ages like and elf
• Tall as a human
  
• Very capable fighters
• Very capable at stealth
• Meager politicians, only high ranking members deal with politics
• Generally have either white or brown hair

Family Color:

White, Red, and Black

If you believe you are of Sudora descent, send a pigeon to the Arethor coop. Make sure to tie a white ribbon on the pigeon's leg. [[send me a RP'd forum message. Due to the passage of time and its obscurity, being of Sudora descent usually shouldn't conflict with any current lore. But if there are any, we can work it out together.]]

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Family Symbol:

History:

[To Be Countinued]

The Living:

- Throdo Therving, Head of House, Age 43

- Valahrin Therving, son to Throdo, Age 19 ( Part Therving, Part SilverBlade )

- Boiendl Therving, father of Throdo, Age 79

- Tylos Therving

- Rio "Coconuts" Therving

- Rupert Therving

- Derick Therving

- Kless Therving

The Diseased:

- Harold IV

- Albrecht Therving

- Julia Archer

We Fight With:

House Elendil

House Loyala

Related Houses:

House Silverblade (Through Valahrin)

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

The Redeemed Betrayers

Forgive, but never forget.

Loken Family

Not much is known of them, and not all shall be shared. The Loken's were once a proud name, soiled by death, betrayal, and revenge. The problems started when Magnus was a boy, with his twin Garviel. They were unseperable, and brought up well. Their father thought it was a good idea for them to know how to survive in the wilds, as well as in the city. This is what saved them, on the fateful day their home, and family was destroyed. After they took an adventure in the woods, they returned to a burnt home, and smoldering corpses. Magnus wretched, as Garviel got them to safety. Nothing was left, they only had their lunch for food. It was only thanks to their father's wisdom they had the skills to survive. They made a home for themselves in the wilderness, and would make occasional runs to cities for trade, but were quite isolated. It was here they honed thier skills, together everyday. It was no until many a year later they seperated, going down their own ways of life.

They lived their lives, seperate, and barely in touch. After all, it is quite hard to communicate from two sides of the world. [Will be continued later]

[Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth 474]

"The Bears of the North"

In the years of ancient Aegis, there were no Kingdoms or cities, there were tribes and clans of Men, Elves, Dwarves, and Orcs. One on mankind's greatest tribes were the Harenites, a group of tall, strong hearted warriors led by Haren, the first born of Horen, and one of his favorites. Soon the Harenites clashed with a tribe of Elves led by Princess Morwen Idril, the Black Princess of the forest. The two peoples fought for fifty years, until one day they threw down their weapons, and soon the peoples began to marry each other. The blood from the Elves and the Human's mixed, and soon the first of a new race were born.

The tribe settled along the Aduni mountain's of Old Aegis and set up their home. The people took their name from these mountains, and called themselves the Adunian's. Peace and love flourished and the Adunian's prospered in Ancient Aegis, though it would not last long. 100 Year's before the first Age, Iblees surfaced and waged war on the mortals. Horen called upon Haren and the Adunians for help, and they soon joined the fight. They fought valiantly besides Horen and other mortals, though they would not prove successful. Only after Horen, Malin, Krug, and Urguan defeated Iblees in combat, was Aegis freed.

All peoples suffered, though the Adunian's suffered the most. They were cursed with both the fates of Men and Elven kind. They would receive shorter lives than other races, and children would be few. However their Elf blood was somewhat preserved, and they would live twice as long as other Humans. The Aduni mountains were flattened, so Haren and Morwen led their surviving people to where Horen would found the first Kingdom of Men, Oren. After Horen's death at the hands of Krug's axe, Haren was named King of Oren. Haren I would lead a revenge war upon the Orcs for Horen's murder at the hands of Krug. Haren would slay Krug with Durendal, Horen's great Elvish sword forged he used in the Great War.

Haren would rule until he was 204 years of age, then the Crown passed to his son, Baren the Swift, or Baren the Good. He ruled for 120 years and finished the great walls of Al'Khazar. He would later pass the throne onto his son Arendil the Kind, who would lead Oren in a great war against the Orc clan's and would bring about an alliance with the Elves, claiming a family bond with one of the High Princes. He would rule for 130 years, and he would leave the throne to his only son, Elendil the Exiled.

Elendil would only rule for 22 years until Seneschal Owyn Godwinson, raised a revolt and had the House of Haren and their supporters exiled into the far north of Aegis. Elendil led the Adunians across what would later be called the Adunian sea. Here Elendil set of land's for his people and called it the Realm of Ildon. Ildon would be the grand village and home to the Adunians for more than 800 years until it was horribly ended. In 1330, on 25th of Malin's Welcome, a few undead necromancers and a small army of undead minions attacked Ildon. The leader of the Adunia Rangers, and the brother of the recently deceased heir to the throne Aron, led the defense of the town but was knocked unconcoius during the battle.

When Halboron woke the necromancers had left and all that was left of Ildon was a burning ruin filled with undead creatures and minions. When he got to his house he found his nephew Artorus, the new heir of the Adunia, crouched over the body of his mother. Halboron saved the shards of Durendal from his vault before escorting Artorus out of the city and far south to the cloud temple. There he left Artorus with the shards and told him he would be able to find his own way from there. He then returned to Ildon to find it completely empty of survivors but managed to salvage the crown of Haren from his fathers carcass. He then set off on his ventures, not to see another Adunia for over 40 years.

Artorus stayed at the temple, and was taken into the care of a monk, named Thelon. Thelon would teach Artorus the ways of Aegis, and taught him the cultures of all races. He would grow to be an intelligent, and kind man. Though kind, he was still violent. Artorus wanted revenge, and he wanted his people and his throne back. Yet he knew that would not happen, so he became sullen and dark. At the age of 18, he left Thelon, and the temple and began his life as an Adunian Ranger.

((More Adunia lore can be found in Halborons life story: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/42511-the-story-of-halboron/))

[Family Line.

Horen

I

Haren I+Morwen

I

Baren+Sarai of Malinor

I

Arendil I + Luna, lady of Snowfall

I

Elendil+Maria of House Wallas

I

Braen Elendil

I

4 Adunian Barons

I

Rydel Elendil+Igraine Alcrain

I

Aron Elendil+Ivorwen Vivyaen, Halboron Elendil+Mordena Antiochus

I I

Artorus Elendil Adrian Elendil

Family Heirlooms

The House of Elendil has many heirlooms and priceless items that even Horen himself is said to have owned.

Crown of Horen-Shattered in Halborons departure from the family. Shards in the care of house Thorne

Durendal-In Artorus' posession

Family members

Lord Artorus Elendil-Alive

Adrian Elendil- Outcasted

Halboron Elendil- Outcasted

Aron Elendil- Deceased

Rydel Elendil- Deceased

Ivorwen Elendil- Deceased

Mordena Elendil- Deceased

Family emblems and colors.

The bear is the great emblem of House Elendil.

Bannermen and Men at Arms.

House Therving

House Loyola

Named Soldiers

Baron Halboron Elendil,Throdo Therving,Lance Shaw, Tylos Therving,Rio Therving, Martin Loyola,Ryan Burniston, Samuel Hammely,Lord Artorus Elendil.

[Pepernoot 51]

Historia brevis Familiae Itheliae ab initio saeculo XIV ad secundum decennium in novo orbe.

A brief history of the House Ithelias from the start of the 14th century until the second decade in the new world

Prequel

House Ithelias is a relatively new noble family, only about a century old, but can trace their bloodline back to Horen. They’re very strict about purity of blood, and don’t tolerate any half-breeds or humans with non-human blood in their veins.

Leaving the south

Until the 14th Century of the First Era the Itheliae lived in Whitekeep, a small village in the south of Aegis. This changed when Cerlos, eldest son of the surly Zydar Ithelias left his home town for the northern regions of Aegis. After traveling from the deep south to the North, moving from town to town, through the lush green valleys and over the rolling hills with the crops growing in the blessed sun.

Cerlos’ arrival in Oren & the loss of his home

Cerlos would eventually find the snowy town of Alstion and although he was aware of the looming threat of the undead in the cold north, he found Saint Dan, the founder of Alstion and old King of Al’Khazar, and haggled with him over the price of the home, a mere six hundred minas.

In Alstion Cerlos made a living by chopping wood in the grand redwood forests and later also serving in the Alstion Rangers. It was here where he met people he would know for the rest of his life, people he would meet again all around Aegis, after the undead forces swept through the north, destroying the walls of the battered towns, and leaving the people of the north homeless and scattered across Aegis.

A new chance and a new passion

Not long after the destruction of Alstion Cerlos found the city of Lunavara, west of Al’Khazar. It was here where he would find that what would become the most important thing of his life, a passion for the books of Aegis. When he arrived in the town he did some small jobs at first, but when he saw the empty library, he knew only one thing. He needed to fill it with books. He travelled around Aegis, and met a lot of people, mostly scholars and other librarians on his search for books, people Rivell Gordian, Ambros and Nitholiak vonSchlichten.

Eventually the library was full, and he grew tired of the long journey to the faraway town, so he started his own library near Al’Khazar. At that time he had made quite some money and could afford living in the grand capital of Oren, as well as owning a range of other buildings and shops there.

Not a long time later he was contacted by the High King of Alras, Syrio Forel, to build the grandest library Aegis had ever seen. Around this time Cerlos met Estaro, his little brother, again, whom he hadn't seen for almost thirty years. Estaro didn't bring good news though, he left Whitekeep after Zydar and Catherine had passed away.

Finding love and happiness

Cerlos was not the youngest anymore and neither was he a hero of war, but he was a man blessed by god, and the knowledge he collected. In Alras he met the noblewoman Laela conDoin, of the great house conDoin. They were once known in all of Oren, but like most great men and families they were lost in the suffocating sands of time. Cerlos employed her to help him with the Alrasian library, but they quickly found out their relation was more than just business. They soon married and lived happily in their mansion in Alras, protected by their faithful guards, one of which, Servius Magdu, whould stay with the family for decades and protect them with his life.

The overgrown sands of Galahar

The move to Galahar was a thing that was inevitable for Cerlos, as his aging body couldn’t stand the cold of the north much longer. In the years that followed the fall of Alstion and Snowy Fields the undead, and the cold, continued their advance south with the warmth of the south slowly being drained from the soil and air. While this meant that Al’Khazar and even Alras were covered in snow parts of the year, it had a different consequence. The once dry sands of Kramroe were slowly turning into a green meadow. Cerlos and Laela moved south to Galahar, the Knight town, after Cerlos got a job as the architect of the castle, when the old architect vanished without a sign.

For the completion of the castle, and a small fee, Cerlos got his own plot inside the walls of Galahar and designed his family a home there. It was at this time that Roger Ithelias, the son of Cerlos and Laela, was born.

The beauty of new life

In one of the last warm summers of Aegis, in the year 1334 of the First Era, Laela gave birth to a baby boy. Both she and Cerlos agreed it would be best for him to grow up in the Sister City, away from any dangers that were around in the busy town of Galahar.

This was a very sensible decision of them, because the coming years would be known as those of turmoil. After Robert Banstir’s death Galahar descended into chaos, with banditry and corruption running rampant. Cerlos was the Steward of the town for a few years, and even executed multiple bandits, one of which the notorious Kane, but the region barely calmed down. The problems got even worse when Al’Khazar, capital of Oren, was destroyed and Galahar became the de facto capital of Oren.

But this was far from the end of the troubles. Big changes came to Galahar when Enor Sheffield, “The mad King”, gave the throne to Oren’s worst enemy, Gaius Marius of the Teutonic Knights. The southern regions of old Oren didn’t accept this criminal as their King, and successfully revolted against his rule.

Death of the Librarian

At this time Cerlos was politically put out of play in Galahar and got ill as the cold spread through the streets of Galahar. He passed away in his bed surrounded by his family and friends in the year 1342.

The road to adulthood and the loss of a world

Roger was eight at the time of his father’s demise, he lost his great example but was lucky to have the family guard Servius around. Servius taught the boy not only how to wield and use a blade, but also some well needed manners. Unlike Cerlos Roger didn’t mind the cold of Galahar when he moved there from the safety of the Sister City. He made friends, build snowforts and looked at the busy armoured Knights in the town. When he was around fifteen years old he joined the Knights, but never fought with them due to the almost immediate evacuation of Galahar after and undead attack.

Together with his mother and Servius Roger moved back to the Sister City to live the last of the days of Aegis there. In the Sister City Roger met Maria Roderigo, a fair haired woman. They immediately fell in love and went on to live together in the Sister City, close to Laela.

A new world, a new beginning

The end of Aegis was coming near, a large part of the population of Aegis was living in the various refugee camps scattered across the south. At this time the rumours of a new land surfaced, and ships were being constructed in the realm of “The Verge” an island on the verge of the known world. As the days slowly ticked by the undead were relentless in their advance, and as many people, Roger, Laela, Servius and Maria also fled to the Verge. They secured a place on the human ship as they awaited the departure, not knowing if they would make it there alive, or if there even was a place to sail to.

After the long journey to Asulon, the new world, the hard times didn’t end. Hunger and disease were everywhere in the first few months, but slowly civilization began to emerge. During these hard times Maria gave birth to her and Roger’s child, Jane Primera Ithelias, named after (presumably) being the first child born in the new world. The family searched for a location to settle, and eventually were warmly welcomed by the dwarf King Syrio of Alras where they were given a tent to live in.

Alrasian business

Roger did his best to provide for his family buy one dreaded day Maria was gone. Left without saying goodbye. This was a hard thing to cope with for Roger but he managed to take care of his baby daughter and work to provide for them. In these hard times Roger not only lost his beloved woman, but also his mother. Laela Ithelias-conDoin passed away in Alras in the second year of the Second Era. Eventually though he managed to acquire a tavern in Alras, with a view of the bay. He hired workers and managed to secure a steady supplier of wheat, barley and hops.

Moving south again

After a decade Roger became more disgruntled and dissatisfied with the Alrasian council and the general culture of the city. Mori had been invading and even kidnapping and killing people, but neither the council or the military acted. Criminals weren’t punished and people were slowly leaving for other places. Roger, Jane and a bunch of good friends didn’t like to stay either to see it until the end. They prepared supplies and left to settle in the western region of Renatus, where they would be left alone and would live in a close and friendly human community.

Family tree of the Itheliae

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House Silverblade

Head of House: Braxis Silverblade

Elder: Nico, Boiendl

Noble: Kya

Greater: Huron/Mizu/Awren

Common: Hikaru, Takashi

Minor: N/A

Lore

Lore

The house of the Silverblades had once been a great family of nobles who were very important to the humans and the elves. The family, mostly made of humans and half elves, had a very important position of power in how Oren would be in the future. Their members had taken high seats in the government, which had made them very well known. As time went on the family had come to a conflict, some members of the family had decided that they should move to North and defend the people there being attacked by the monsters which back then had no name, but were known for their powers of being able to shoot “Streaks of light” down from the sky. The Silverblade family divided as some stayed in Oren, as the nobles they were brought up to be, and some had gone to The Great North where they would do their best to ensure the protection of the people there.

When the family split this had left the Silverblades of Oren in a vulnerable state, the once noble family had lost many positions of power that had kept them at the top. But, with the leaving of some members in high positions the Silverblades had nearly lost their name and would need to gain it back.

As time went on a battle had erupted between the humans and the orcs, and the Silverblades had been chosen to lead the humans into battle with their great military strength and strategy. The head of house, Richar, would lead the forces and his sons would battle under him. Gideon, his eldest son, would fight as a knight and battle until the death if his father had wanted him to. Seventh, his youngest son, would act as protection for his father as he was not old enough at the time to fight in a war of any kind. As the war raged on battle after battle it had been clear that the humans were winning but now the orcs had called upon their allies, the dwarves, and it was a two on one fight against the Humans. This war that was about minor differences had turned into the great war of Aegis. At this time Richar knew that they would lose if they did not attack soon, so he had his son stationed with the knights outside of the Human area, in a fort located down the road a ways. As Gideon soldiers and fellow knights watched the soldiers come up to their base they thought they would be demolished, it was twenty men to forty, they had been out numbered two to one. But, that did not stop Gideon from battling for the Humans.

The battle had started and Gideon had deployed the men to attack. The battle had lasted three days and nights, and in the end only Gideon and two fellow knights had lasted, against the last ten men for the other side. They had fled to the Baracks before the final wave of enemies had charged in. The remaining men would not cower or wait for them to go to Oren, so they needed a plan. Gideon had chosen that they would go out through the tunnels and flank them from behind. So the plan had comensed and as they walked to the front gate they began to sweat, questioning themselves “Are we going to live through this.” They halted at the front gate watching the ten men as they screamed for victory, this is when they struck. They had battled blade versus blade and strength versus strength, and as their swords clashed everyone was killed, except for Gideon and his knight friend. After the battle was over they returned to the Human capital where they fought in the last battle. It had been known that because of them killing the first army, the humans won the war. This had given the Silverblades their power back. But during the war Gideon’s father was assassinated, and Gideon had taken over as the head of the family. He was a lord of the humans now and would have to take care of his family and keep it at its noble state. (Burkerster made!)

(the North)

Tis was a sad day in the Land Called Agutha were the Silverblades fled to after a family war had begun Silverblade Himself lead his family forward to the harsh lands of Agutha, A heavy snowy region with brutal cold weather. When Silverblade Arrived he had realized some very important people he loved were gone some of them stayed and some fled south to a land Called Aegis Silverblade was very saddened when he learned his wife had went south to keep the Elven side of the family safe. Silverblade kept this motion bottled inside. And soon found this land called Agutha had no major Kingdom which later would change but that is another story soon to be told. Silverblade and others of the family soon found some land and built a great manor called Galhun that one day grew into a small town for the younglings to one day build and own their own houses.

That is how they began in this northern lands. And now this is how they fell... 100years after Silverblade settled the land. The day Althos Silverblade died protecting young Braxis from a mercenary payed to kill Braxis is how it all started. couple of days after that event Braxis left the family town of Galhun and seeked out the murder. Once Braxis found the Murderer they clashed blades but before Braxis killed him the mercenary told him he had a note and gave it to Braxis. This told Braxis who was targeting family. Braxis worried for his family back at Galhun let the mercenary live and rushed back to his home. But alas it was too late his family estate and the town of Galhun was burning in black fire. Braxis Ran into his home to see his mother dead in a table with her food have some bites taken out of it and her face pale and not visible cuts proved she was poisoned. Braxis drew his blade and slowly walked into his house searching for his younger twin brothers the Levor and Goldleaf Silverblade but he could not and feared the worse. Braxis saw a familiar face his old friend Naxxar who went to the Black arts of magic and used it to kill off the Silverblade family and they clashed at the end Braxis won at the end. Braxis was saddened and have nothing left so he went south to travel and to find his purpose in the world.

The family of the north had fallen quickly. The remaining family had returned to Oren and rejoined the family, but they would not tell the tale of what happened. The family had rejoined together and had returned to full nobility. The two heads of family had been lords of the humans and had kept the family intact. The House of the Silverblades are nobles of humans and will fight for the humans again and again.

Family Herilooms:

Silverblade Vault: If ye are a Silverblade of wealth and wish to protect it or a items dear to ye or valuable seek out elder Braxis and he shall add it to the Silverblade vault - Hidden

Hilt of the Silverblade- From the crypt of Silverblade himself and is currently in the Silverblade vault be the blade of the family creator Silverblade himself. Only the hilt of this once famous blade of the north is left. The blade was shattered while defending Agutha Braxis and the Northern Silverblade homelands of the deep north. – in Vault

Heart of Silverblade- The Heart of Silverblade A golden necklace with a decent sized blue gem that has a Small Silverblade emblem in the center of it. –in Braxis possession

The blade of Richard- One of the Families best warriors and father of Gideon, Seventh, and Elessar Silverblade, And is renowned for his efforts in Oren’s most earliest Orc wars.- In Gideon’s Possession

Family Colors

Silver (Dark gray) And Blue (Dark blue)

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-snip- We were good while we existed :)

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