Salvians

[Redbaron™ 690]

(( This is written on what I found IG, I was there and I know what really happened at times, but Lancel does not.  I realize all of this isn’t a 100% accurate or even false.))

History

 

Chapter one; The Start

       Salvus was created in times of confusion and separation.  Dawn Perea was the former wife of the great king Pampo Perea, one of the most respected rulers in the history of Oren.  Oren soon fell to the undead after a huge debate on who will be the next ruler of Oren would be, there was not a very big solution.  Queen Dawn Perea moved her people to a secluded island, called the Island of Salvus.  Here she began her rule, this is where the Salvians began.

Being centered a simple shop, Queen Dawn’s Bakery, it created the basis for them.  As time in Aegis went on they became more farmers, more people living on the finer things in life.  This part of history is not recorded very well.  There is very little books, songs, poems or anything of the sorts.  A lot of how the Salvians developed happened on these islands, but it seems as though this is a shady part of my people’s history.

As history began to be recorded once again, and time moved on.  It was the time when undead were raining fire down upon Aegis and it’s people, when Iblees destroyed the cloud temple and and the heroes destroyed the artifact.  The Salvians departed from Aegis, I am not sure what boat they took, only that they ended up in Asulon together.  They settled south of their enemy, the Kingdom of Renatus.

Chapter two; Enemies

    Salvus flourished, the small island down had grown into a full kingdom.  It’s borders edged with Rentatus and it’s people glared from what seems thousands of miles of land.  Yet no hostile actions were made as of yet.  The Capital of Queen Dawn’s kingdom was named Solace, and for the time being it matched it’s name.

    One problem arose however, the beautiful Queen Dawn, did not age.  Her youthful beauty stayed exactly that, youthful.  Suspicion soon arose from around the land, uproars of her being a witch spread through the lands.  Before a King rises that could match the power of Salvus.  A King of Renatus.

    King Godfrey Horen, one of the true Oren bloodline, the blood of Kings.  He declared war of the now witch queen.

Chapter three; The War

    Many years had passed, much fighting had transpired between the two great nations, and Salvus was losing, on it’s last life.  The Ordinators, the fighting force of Salvus, saw the truth in Queen Perea and the claims against her.  A plot was set, a soldier known as Aeries created a plan to destroy the Witch Queen once and for all.

    It was the dead of night, the Ordinators creeped along the bridge towards the palace.  They reached the throne room and those still faithful to the queen took up arms.  The sound of battle erupted from the palace, steel on steel.  A river of blood dripped slowly down the steps of the palace, the Ordinators had done the dirty work.  Not they moved for their main objective that night.

    Queen Dawn hardly screamed, no words came from her mouth.  Her witchly form only glared as her skin melted from her body, her flesh boiled, and bones turned to ash.  They burned her on a stake in her very room, the Ordinators eyes as red as the fire they burned their former queen in, watching with intent.

Chapter four; The Tower Rises

       The time of the Hightowers arrived swiftly and with little word.  The King was now Emperor, he had reunited Oren.  The Great Oren Empire was now what it was addressed as.  But as the Empire moved and bustled, Salvus began to stir, the husk of a destroyed city had life again.  Purple and gold was replaced with red and black, the gravel streets replaced with stone.

    King James Hightower begun his reign.  He married the Emperor’s sister and together they made the first prince of the new era, Prince Lancel Hightower.  Nothing new happened for many years after this, Lancel grew to be a knight.  King James married twice more, before the Hightowers left Salvus, and brought the Salvians with them.

    The Salvians now live in Kingston, capital of the new Salvus.  Their culture is slightly altered, they are not so peaceful anymore but hold onto their roots firmly.  King James still holds the throne yet is old now.  The Kingdom of Salvus has gone through much, broken and beaten, breathed light into it again.  Yet it and it’s people stand strong.

Traits/Characteristics

 

• Lightly colored hairs, light browns, blondes, ect

• A darker shade of skin, but not as dark as a true Southeron

• Light shades of any eye color

• They enjoy fairs, feats, and all forms of parties

• They wear light clothing, example; silks and light cloths

• Usually cleanly shaven, or a well trimmed beard

• Live to around a hundred years of age

• Highly fertile

• Quick to defend their faith

• Salvians prefer the arts over warfare

Religious beliefs

 

   The Salvians believe solely and undoubtedly in the Creator.  The standard and true religion of Oren, called the faith.  They feverishly focus their devotion of faith and will into serving the one they believe be the one true god.  The Salvian religion is lead by a Bishop, who serves under the High Pontiff of Oren.

They consistently go to sermons devoted towards The Creator, and all weddings and ceremonies are sworn in the Creator’s halls.  They defend this belief feverishly and do not take kindly to those who speak ill of the Creator.  A war is easily brought once the The Faith is questioned.

Culture and Holidays

    The Salvians live a very rich and prosperous life style.  Their culture is based around fairs, feasts, and throwing parties.  Their cities are usually compacted and beautiful, with smooth stone roads and rich exotic woods to pannel their houses.  In simple terms, they enjoy living rich, eating lots, and living a life of pleasure.

Some Holidays include;

Harvest Festival

A time of the year where the harvest is most plentiful, and the harvest is fresh.  The pumpkins swollen up to full size and and the melons a deep green.  A week of eating and laughing where they dance and sing, tell stories and enjoy life.

Saint Everrard’s Day

When the snow first falls on Salvus, the people celebrate by gifting each other presents of good will and to show care for each other’s well being.

Salvian Myths and Legends

 

Story #1 :  When Dawn Rises

 

It was a bleak, dark night as a light fog crawled across the lightly frosted ground as the people of Salvus slept uneasily inside their homes. With the rain pouring down, most guards could be found inside the  great stone gatehouse, sleepily watching the road that lead to the city for any signs of disturbance. Nothing more than a small fire accompanied them, and the weak flames provided limited warmth to the room.  This was common at this time of the year, however, on this night in particular, something was wrong. There was a chill in the air, the kind that rested on people’s hearts more than on their skin.

A small boy of about 12, named Daniel, ran through the streets. Having snuck out to play in the rain, Daniel splashed through the roads, rain pelting his face as he ran past the darkened houses and alleyways. He seemed oblivious to the strange weather, and almost joyful despite the chill that everyone else seemed to feel.

By sheer chance, Daniel found his way to the bridge of the Salvus keep, curiosity filling him as he marveled at the structure. Cautiously walking across, he examined the building in a state of amazement, every detail of the structure astounding him.  At first, his eyes ran along the apex of the palace, falling slowly to the balcony, where a single woman stood, appearing not to move for the longest time. Unexpectedly, a bolt of lightning struck in the near distance, deafening thunder following no less than a second later. Shocked, Daniel fell to the ground, his feet slipping on the smooth stone under his feet that lined the path.

    

Still on the ground, Daniel shook his head, rain flying from his hair as he looked up the balcony, yet now there was only empty space, as if the woman he had seen before were no longer there. Confused and a bit frightened, Daniel stood and ventured deeper into the courtyard, his feet sloshing through the rain the entire time. A sheer drop off met him, the edge of a cliff touching his feet. Still a bit confused, the boy decided that the woman must have went back inside, turning his attention to the rain and the feel of the stone beneath his feet. Satisfied  with his small adventure, he turned quickly, in hopes of escaping before any guards found him in the palace grounds after curfew.

    

A vile sight greeted Daniel's young eyes, a woman stood only feet from him, her hands crossed behind her back and her skin the dusky gray of the deceased, her face torn to shreds revealing the stark white bone below, the face of Dawn Perea, former queen of Salvus and it’s people. Daniel panicked, he attempted to step back as Dawn advanced,  his questing feet finding nothing but air, plunging him  to the rocky shores below, his screams echoing off of the rock walls, before being mercilessly cut off by the slabs of stone lining the river.

As the sun stretched it’s first rays over the horizon, the citizens of Salvus awoke, the men beginning to gather the things needed for the days work, and the woman preparing for their daily routines. The rituals were interrupted by a distinctly feminine shriek, that of a grieving mother. Down river from the keep, the broken body of a boy had been found, his back snapped clean in half with his skull shattered beyond belief. Yet no physical injury could compare to the horror etched onto his face, the pupils of his eyes dilated and an expression of inhuman terror twisting the features of his face into a permanent, and final scream.

Only weeks after the discovery of the body, some have reported sightings of a woman standing on the balconies of the Hightower keep, wearing nothing more than a white funeral gown, and a crown of shining silver. Bodies have also been discovered in the river, usually those of small children, thought missing by their parents, only to turn up bloated and decaying on the banks of the river, the expressions of fear always the same...

Story #2 : The Braig

    Long ago, the townspeople of Solace told tales of a creature so vicious and bloodthirsty that many would run and hide merely at the mention of it’s name. The Braig. This creature was said to dwell in the forests near the capital, and it’s prey were any who traveled through. Those who did venture through the forest growth, and lived through the experience, would tell of a monster the height of a house, with four legs as thick as the trees  in which it climbed. It could leap the height of the tallest wall with ease, and it’s skin secreted a substance that could make a man sicker than the plague itself. Those who chose to brave the forest would never return, and those who managed to make it through would tell great tales of the monster, claiming to only get away by the skin of their teeth. It was not long before the people decided that the forest was far too dangerous, and they built a long road around it, urging no traveler to venture into the heart of it.

     - a creature that tore out even the strongest men’s hearts. Brave warriors came from unbeatable around, intending to rid Salvus of this monster, but none returned as they had been. Most never returned at all, but those who managed to get away either died of the monsters sickness soon after, or lived the rest of their lives in fear that the monster would grow hungry and remember them, to hunt them down and devour them as it had the others.

    Once the people of Solace had all but given up on ever being rid of the Braig, a stranger happened to travel into the town, a man by the name of Ruorn. After walking through the deserted streets he came to the inn, and inquired to the innkeeper why everyone was so afraid. The innkeeper told him the tales of the creature, explaining in horror the tales that had been told, and warned Ruorn to stay away from the forest, lest he be taken and eaten like so many others.

    Ruorn was incredulous, and swore it could not be true. “A beast like that cannot possibly exist, it must be a tale woven by travelers and fed by fear. Such a creature cannot possibly exist!”

    The innkeeper only shook his head, having heard many such as this man say such things, and knowing that those who chose to prove the stories false were lost to the creature as surely as any who tried to defeat it. The innkeeper told Ruorn this, and he thought on it for a time. Though he had been warned, Ruorn swore that he would be the one to slay the creature, if such a thing existed at all in the sunlit world, or prove that it was all no more than a story woven by rumors and fear.

     The people in the inn who had heard his vow ran and told all the people they knew, and it was not long before all of Solace knew of Ruorn’s vow. All of them that could went to the edge of town the next morning to watch the stranger go. Once Ruorn had gotten a distance away, he turned back and called back to the people, “Should I not return in three days time, you will know that the rumors are true, and the creature has slain me.” Then, without another word, he turned, and without hesitation, entered the forest.

    

    Though the people hoped and prayed that Ruorn would return by the fourth day, many mocked him, saying, “What a fool. If only he had listened to the stories, perhaps he would have moved on from Solace, and lived to have a future.” And as they all returned to the day’s business, they tried to forget about the life that had been lost.

    Meanwhile, Ruorn began his journey through the forest with a cheerful heart, believing that there truly was no monster. Though the woods were dark and gloomy, still he was not afraid, and he traveled many hours through the trees, finally arriving in a small meadow. Just as he was about to take a seat on a rock and rest, he heard a cry for help from somewhere just beyond his sight. Being a caring man, Ruorn immediately straightened and went to help. He hadn’t gone far beyond the edge of meadow before he found a little old woman lying on the ground.

    “Oh dear me,” the old woman said, “It is a good thing you came by, or surely I would be lost forever in this fearsome place. It appears that while traveling through, I tripped on an exposed root and hurt my leg. You wouldn’t mind carrying me somewhere safer where I can rest, would you?”

    Ruorn immediately lifted the woman in his arms and began to carry her back to the meadow. However, though he had believed the journey to be a short one, he soon found that the old woman seemed to grow heavier in his arms the more he walked, and he found himself tiring of carrying her, and it felt that the meadow was moving farther and farther away from him. Finally, just as Ruorn was beginning to feel that he must have gone in the wrong direction, and would have to put the woman down, the meadow appeared in front of him, and the woman lightened until she was easy to carry. Ruorn brought her to the rock in the center and set her down. The moment he did, the old woman became a beautiful Sorceress, and she stood upon the rock looking down at the now astonished Ruorn.

    “You have a kind heart,” the sorceress said, “Many have come into these woods to rid the kingdom of the Braig, but they were all rude and unkind to the little old woman they all found in the woods just as you have. Because, however, you have done me a kindness, I shall do one for you as well, and I will tell you the way to defeat the Braig.”

    The sorceress held up her hand, and a handful of dust appeared in it. She put it in a bag and tied it, offering it to the man. “This dust will put the Braig to sleep. Simply throw it in the air at the mouth of his den and wait a few moment. When you hear the rumble of thunder from the cave, you will know that the Braig is asleep and you will be able to enter. However, once you have broken the barrier at the mouth of the den, you will have to move quickly, for the spell will break and he will begin to awaken.”

    Then the sorceress held up her hand again, and this time gloves appeared in it. She handed the gloves to Ruorn, and said, “These gloves will protect you from the poison of the Braig. Keep your sleeves pulled up, for if the poison touches your skin, you will surely die.”

    The sorceress held up her hand for the final time, and a sword appeared in it, glittering with many magnificent gems inlaid in the hilt. “This is the only weapon that can pierce the hide of the Braig,” the sorceress said, “If you strike the monster with this weapon it will fall.”

    

    At last, the sorceress left Ruorn with a warning, “The monster is cursed,” she said, “All who meet it shall die from it. Though you may fight, and perhaps conquer, it is likely that you will not survive.”

    Ruorn thanked the sorceress gratefully for the gifts and promised to heed her warning, and the sorceress turned into a bird and flew away, leaving Ruorn again alone in the wood. Tying the sword to his side and pulling the gloves onto his hands, Ruorn set off again into the wood, and soon found his way to the Braig’s nest.

    The entrance to the nest was a cave mouth, and inside it was filled with the bones and other remains of those who had attempted to slay the monster before Ruorn. Ruorn quickly removed the pouch of dust from his satchel and threw it up and around the mouth of the nest until he had used all that was in the pouch. Then he found a good place in the brush to hide, and waited to see if the dust would work. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before he could hear what sounded like rumbling thunder from the cave, and Ruorn took the sword his hands, and carefully made his way over the bones and into the cave.

    Quickly, Ruorn rushed into the heart of the cave to find the monster awakening. With a roar it’s jaws came forward to snap at him, and Ruorn only just jumped back in time, swinging the sword at the snapping jaws. His swing hit the creature in the side of it’s gaping jaws and sliced clean through as easily as if it were a piece of bread he was cutting. The monster roared and reared, putting it’s front legs high in the air. Growing more confident, Ruorn lunged forward, slicing clean through the monsters right front leg. The member crashed into the bones and the monster roared again, charging at Ruorn.

    Ruorn cried mightily and ran at the beast again, leaping up to land on the monster’s head, and stabbing his sword down into the monster’s head. The monster jerked back, ripping the sword from Ruorn’s hands and crashing around the nest in pain. Ruorn scrambled back, slipping from the monster’s head and trying to get away from the dying creatures last rampage. Finally the monster crashed onto the ground and lay still.

    As Ruorn recovered from the battle, he began to notice a pain that was searing through his right hand. Looking down at it, Ruorn realized that his glove had been ripped off when the monster had pulled the sword from his hand, and that in falling his skin had touched that of the monsters. Though the creature was dead, Ruorn would not survive the battle either, just as the sorceress had said.

    Already becoming weak from the monster’s poison, Ruorn struggled to leave the cave. He managed to crawl his way out, fighting to stay awake, and managed to get to his feet. He stumbled for sometime through the forest, until finally arriving at the outskirts near Solace. The people were shocked to see that he had made it out, and while he rested, he told them the tale, and how the Braig had been slain. Before the night was out, Ruorn died. The people of Solace mourned his death greatly, but celebrated his triumph with as much vigor as they could. Some brave souls ventured into the forest to find the body of the Braig, but were unable to remove the sword from it’s head. Legend says that the Sword of the Sorceress remains to this day in the nest, trapped in the head of the Braig, and that one day a hero like unto Ruorn will come to save the people from the evils of the day, and will be able to remove the sword and bring it once more to the aid of the people.

[Bucky_24 132]

((Begins to clap in astonishment of the detail and just sheer amount of Role Play that has gone into what Salvus is today.))

 

A hooded man glances through the compilation of history that the Prince created. He sighs before saying aloud, "All this history is nice and pretty, and yet even with their 'rich' lifestyles they can't hire any decent Shields to protect their way of life! Death to The Faith!"

 

((This is assuming that the public has access. If not then void the RP.))

[Redbaron™ 690]

(( Yeah in the public records ^^ ))

[Bashar al-Assad 120]

((Wonderful job on this.))

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

[[ Quite lovely ]]

[NiC201 (Aeries) 76]

My favorite part was when it was me who did it. :D

[Slic3man 484]

[[i miss my old myth.]]

[Moot 1719]

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