House Varodir

[Raptorious 1899]

In the name of God
 

 

The former Adunian clan and Oren noble House MacCray, House Varodir is a noble house lead by Lord Maric Varodir. Having recently cut all political ties to the Adunians, House Varodir is completely and utterly sworn to the Church and the Divine Emperor. Only having come into nobility 7 years ago, House Varodir's power is limited. Though their blood burns with ambition and desire, the young Lord Maric aims to bring his family to glory.

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Founding

Cray abandoned his own non religious Adunian family. Left with his wife in search of a better way to serve God and his country. Cray left for Aegis, wandered for a while and after years of journeying, found his way to Al’Khazar where he decided to settle. Cray served the Church the best he could, being a man of great piety. Over time, his family expanded, not with Elves as was the Adunian way, but with Humans. Angus, his son, served the church, as his father had before him. His son took on his name, MacCray (son of Cray) and carried the name down for generations.

So went the years for Clan MacCray, leal servitude to the church and to Oren and the blood continued getting ever more diluted due to the MacCray’s exclusion of Elves in courtship to the family. The men who served the military were simple soldiers, it could never be said that the Clan of MacCray were extravagant. They preferred this life however, and most importantly, it kept them humble.

Tales of House MacCray

A great sense of piety and devotion allowed James MacCray to execute the rebelling Nords. After the barbaric Nord’s rebellion had crashed and burnt, King Enor ordered the death of all the surviving warriors. James loved this duty, he ended the lives of the blasphemous Nords with pleasure, which gave him the nickname of “the Executioner”. James would not be the first to go above and beyond for servitude of the Empire.

When the undead assaulted Galahar, George MacCray noticed a priest stuck in a burning church. In the chaos that ensued, no one noticed the priest, except of George. George risked his life to save the priest but at a cost, he was terribly burnt. George MacCray received commendation for saving a priest from Undead assault on Galahar. George’s bravery earned him the nickname of “the Saviour”. The loyalty to church and state never wavered, which was why those in the family who blasphemed, would be banished.

There was never any reason for this to happen in the family until Michael McCray. As the cataclysmic events that were spelling the end for Aegis were beginning to unfold, Michael's son lost faith in the church and began to blaspheme. Michael McCray “the Vigilant” would have none of it, his son was disowned and cast away from Clan MacCray. The name of the son seems to have been erased from family history due to how heinous his blasphemy was. It would stand as a warning to all further family members to stay loyal.

Thomas MacCray is perhaps one of the most honoured family members of Clan MacCray. In Aegis’ final apocalyptic hours, Thomas performed a great feat of bravery and gave the greatest sacrifice of all; his life. Thomas selflessly stayed behind to ensure that the last of the citizens could travel through the Verge portal. Thomas’ nickname “the Martyr” was given to him by his family members in honour of his extreme bravery and courage. Thomas MacCray was presumed dead, as he did not come through the Verge himself. Thomas is held in the highest regard in the MacCray family, an aspiration for all family members to be.

A generation had passed since the transition between Aegis and the new land, named Asulon. Oren had divided, been destroyed, warred with itself and been reunited once more by the Divine Emperor Godfrey. Roy MacCray, the grandson of Thomas the Martyr, had heard much of their kin, the Adunians and their slow return to their “former glory”. He had taken it upon himself, to reunite his family with their kin as they had in the days of old. And so the family moved to Ildon and slowly began to live amongst them again. He had wed a 2nd cousin of the Chivay brothers, Elena Chivay and had 4 children, Maric, Eric, Noah and Kyle. Roy had become close to Count Artorus Elendil, the leader of the Adunians. Artorus had taken such a liking to him, he had him knighted. However the bliss didn't last for long.

Blood Mage Massacre

It was the dead of night, Roy was away at war. It was just Maric, his mother and his grandfather. Maric had gone to the study, lying by the fire and playing with the family hunting dog. His mother and grandfather were still sitting in the dining room, talking about various subjects. Suddenly the screams of the servants outside could be heard. The front door was kicked down and two tall hooded men walked in, their robes a deep blood red, with different marks them. The two at the table jumped up and stared at the men, wide eyed with fear. The dog jumped from Maric and ran out the house, while Maric went to hide behind the door, looking through the gap, watching the two men. One of them reached his arm out in the direction of Maric’s grandfather. He clenched his fist and suddenly the grandfather dropped dead to the floor. Maric’s mother reached over to a large bread knife on the table.

Maric burst out from behind the door, running at one of the Blood mages. But he simply held out his arm, moving his fingers about to control Maric. He stopped him dead in his tracks while the other one did the same to his Mother. The first blood mage motioned with his hand and his mother walked slowly and oddly towards Maric, she looked as if she was fighting it but to no avail. As she reached him, the Blood mage raised his arm slightly and so did she. He was controlling her like a puppet. She brought her hand with the knife towards Maric’s face, tears streaming down her own, whilst Maric stared wide eyed with fear. As the knife made contact with his flesh, he screamed out in agony, tears now streaming down his own face. The knife cut deep into him from the right side of his nose all the way down to his jaw line. The blood dripped down his face like a waterfall, mixing with the tears. Once the knife had finished its line, Maric was tossed to the side through the magic once more. He looked up from the floor through tear filled eyes, barely conscious. He looked towards his mother who was looking at him with such sorrow. The Blood Mage controlling her moved his hands around some more, forcing her to bring the knife back down, but this time towards herself. Suddenly she thrusted the knife into her own gut, quickly bringing it upwards towards her chest, causing a large vertical gash. The Blood Mage released his hold over her and they both left the house as she fell to the ground, dead.

Rise of House Varodir

A four years after the funeral of Elena MacCray (previously Chivay), Maric and his brothers went away at sea around the Holy Lands for a little over a year. They trained, the fought and they grew. But when they had returned home all had changed. The MacCrays had been granted nobility within the new Holy Oren Empire. Barons of Rivia. Roy MacCray was not the man he used to be. He was solemn, he was always disinterested and often spent his time behind closed doors with the now Duke Artorus Elendil. Reports of the Rhodirs, age-long enemies of the Adunians, rising up again, taking arms and stirring trouble. Maric knew something was happening, but he never spoke against his father. Things were quiet for a year. A single year. But once again, everything started to go downhill.

One day, whilst inspecting the site of the new and improved Rivia, Lord Roy was ambushed by a group of the Rhodir. They spoke in a foreign tongue and wore strange iron masks. They shot an arrow through his knee and carried him off into the darkness of the night. With his father’s mysterious absence, Maric was forced to take over the running of House MacCray and the organisation of the new Rivia. For months, search parties were sent out to find him, but with no avail. The construction of Rivia continued and Maric dealt with all the affairs of House MacCray, yet still no word of Roy.

Yet one day, the sound of trotting hooves could be heard outside the Ildon gates. The Rhodirs, rode into the town, their iron masks on and armor shining. Maric ran out of the house, his Messer sword drawn along with many other town guards. Though suddenly everyone stopped, as Duke Artorus came out of his keep and walked calmly towards the intruders, unarmed. A few words were spoken as Maric began to shove past the crowd that had gathered, trying to see what was happening. And then he saw his father, lying down over the side of the leader’s horse. His leg was bandaged but covered in blood. Duke Artorus nodded to the leader, who then allowed Maric to come closer and help his father down. Shocked at what had just happened, Maric wasn't in the least interested in questioning the Duke over what had happened. But he knew something was not right.

Weeks had passed since his father was released from captivity and though he could walk, he could not do so without a walking stick. He didn't seem to be getting either. Each day, he seemed to be getting sicker and sicker, complaining of pains in his legs and getting occasional fevers. The doctor had suggested that Maric take over the duties of the House, to keep his father as stress-free as possible. But when House Elendil were involved in a rebellion conspiracy with House Tarus and Duke Artorus was slain, this was becoming ever more difficult. All eyes were on the Adunians and Maric was ashamed. Ashamed that his kin were so treacherous do even be involved in something like this, whether they complied or not.

Over the next year, Maric began to distance himself from Duke Torrhen Elendil, Artorus’ son, and the rest of the Adunians. He was disgusted that they were involved in something against the Divine Emperor. But he did not speak out for fear of stressing his father. For a year or two, things were quiet. If the Adunians were plotting again, they were doing so in secret. The construction of the city was coming along well and all was well...except for Roy. His health had begun to deteriorate again. He had taken a fever and was showing no sign of getting better.

Though suddenly a terrible storm began to sweep across the land, wreaking havoc on the realm, flooding it and destroying everything in its path. Ildon had received warning of this, as had everyone else and began to herd everyone onto the prepared ships of Oren. Maric, his brother, his uncle and his now severely ill father. And so once more they sailed off into the horizon, like in the days of Aegis, leaving their riches, their land and their destroyed home behind them. But the sea life did not do Roy good. His fever got critically worse and he soon passed away. His body was buried at sea.

After months of sailing they had finally found the volcanic island of Elysium. Over the course of the next year the Orenians had settled, built houses and started to make a new life for themselves. The Adunians had starting stirring things up again. Maric soon received a message from a man named Hanrahan, gathering the Adunian clans for a meeting. But Maric was not interested. With the death of his father, he was now head of the House. He would no longer tolerate the Adunian’s treachery. He would have no part in it. More notices from his kin were sent, but he ignored them all. Weeks later, while sitting in his new house in the New Arethor, shouts were heard as his brother Eric ran up the stairs. He began shouting about an Adunian revolt and Hanrahan. The Adunians had rebelled! Though it wasn't all of them, Maric didn't care. This was the final straw. He would undo his father’s mistake and do what his ancestor Cray had done so long ago.

And so Lord Maric was released from his vassalage to House Elendil. And instead, High Pontiff Lucien I had him swear an oath of fealty to the Holy Church of the True Creator. Now a church vassal, Maric had begun to cut all of Adunia out of his life. He had a new crest commissioned, new tabards, new flags and even a new name. His life in service to the church had begun. House Varodir was born.

 

Roy MacCray - Previous head of House - Deceased

Elena Chivay - Wife of Roy - Deceased

Maric Varodir - Head of house

Eric Varodir - Maric’s younger brother

Kyle MacCray - Youngest brother - Deceased

Noah Alexander Varodir - Maric and Eric's younger brother

Guy Varodir -   Maric's cousin 

George Varodir - Maric’s uncle




Family Tree

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((Subject to editing and adding to accommodate new players within the House.))



 

Diplomacy

((Houses, nations and other factions will be added once Lord Maric comes into contact with them or has a strong opinion of them. Otherwise, assume the relationship is neutral.))

The True Church of the Creator- Liege of House Varodir

Houses

House Ashford - Allied
House Chivay - Allied (related)
House Amadaius - Friendly
House Venta - Friendly
House Ishikawa - Friendly
House Elendil - Aggressive

Orders and Guilds

White Rose- Friendly
Mages Guild - Hostile

Nations

The Kingdom of Urguan - Allied (Oren truce)
War Uzg - Aggressive
Princedom of Malinor - Indifferent

Individual Figures

Imperial Prince Horen of House Horen - In debted

High Pontiff Lucien I - Very friendly

Traits

Physical

The family members of House Varodir are first and foremost Northerners. Their build is tall and strong (average between 5"9 and 6"2), but never exceeded more than 6”4. In Roy’s blood line, the line that Maric and Eric share, the eyes are an ice blue and their hair a dark brown. On both sides of the family their skins are fairly pale but their hair colour and eye colour may vary.

Personalities

The personalities of the Varodirs vary, however their teachings and upbringings are pretty much the same. They have been taught loyalty, patriotism, religion and racial superiority almost from birth. They will have had it drummed into them as children, teens and adults until it almost defines their very being. These principles and ideas will have been pushed on to them, forcing them to believe that those philosophies are the only correct ones. Any other “blasphemous or heretical” thoughts will have been beaten out of them at a very young age. Of course there are exceptions, but the defining character traits are due to their upbringing.

[Raptorious 1899]

List of players playing characters in House Varodir


Name - MC Name

Maric Varodir - Raptor14

Eric Varodir - yekim7

Noah Alexander Varodir - IIKingCanadaII

George Varodir - geoboy66

 

Guy Varodir - AiiM







OOC

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[Raptorious 1899]

Notice Board

Recruitment for House family members has ceased (unless you wish torp as a distant cousin or an old man etc)

Notes

We are not a new noble house, simply a minor noble house majorly reformed with some big ambitions.

We have the right to deny anyone we feel we do not wish to rp with on a regular basis, or we do not feel will rp the characters correctly.
(Though I doubt this will happen often)

If you are accepted into the family itself, you acknowledge the fact that you will be rping with us on a regular basis. If you act like, for lack of a better word, an arsehole in OOC, you will be revoked or perma killed. This does not apply for the Varodir guard. (This will only occur in the most extreme of circumstances, do not be alarmed.)

Any questions about the house itself that have not been answered here, I implore you to pm me either on the forums or add me on skype and do it there.

We wont be accepting anymore siblings of Maric, Eric and Noah.

Credits
Writing of the House Lore - Raptor and LeRenardNoir

Writing of the Varodir Guard - Yekim and Raptor

Family tree - Yekim

Crest - Freema

Text Graphics - Korvic
 

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

Lord Kais Ishikawa looks at the houses listed and doesn't see his own listed

"Pah they do not list the Great House of Ishikawa Shamerful Dispray!"

[ΚΨΙΞ 710]

 

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A small rowing boat emerges from a dark mist on Orens waters, docking near the Lusty Rose. The man on the boat stands up from his seating and onto the shore, looking thoughtfully towards the White Rose base and the Lusty Rose. He rolls his eyes and rubs his hands together before he picks up a dark blue cloak and adorns it. The man moves in direction of the Lusty Rose, ducking his head under the door as he enters the building. He scans his eyes quickly around the brothel, looking for a familiar figure however moves towards a nearby seat at no sign. The man sighs as he removes a piece of paper, ink pot and a quill. He dips the tip of the quill into the ink pot, slowly and neatly writing on the paper. 

 

"Dear,

             Roy, Maric and Eric

 

It is with great news that I must announce my return, I have ventured both colonies and have found no whereabouts of House MacCray and have taken it to paper to find you. I sit in the Lusty Rose as I write, waiting patiently and eagerly to reunite and hope that you get this letter in time. In one Elven day I will be waiting here all day, you know where to find me. - Kyle MacCray"

 

After he finishes writing on the paper, he leaves the ink to dry and packs away his quill, excess paper and inkpot. After the ink dries he folds up the paper and hurriedly leaves the inn, moving towards a nearby pigeon coop. Kyle scrolls up the folded piece of paper and wraps a small piece of string around it to secure it. He opens the pigeon cage and sets the piece of paper in its beak, sighing as it takes flight into the cold black skies.

[Stevie 1598]

[[sounds like an interesting house!

[3andD 1722]

Guy Varodir sits within their humble halls, slowly sipping his wine. He ponders on the glorious future with his cousin, he takes a few moments to ponder the years ahead and what was to come of the house.

[KoTo 610]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.