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    Clan Atraedes

    The Royal Clan - Atraedes A royal family for a stable Kingdom. A fresh start for a new era of unity. The Royal Clan of the Kingdom of Gladewynn was created on the succession to the throne of Cassius Ithelanen - heir of Kairn Ithelanen, the first Mortal King of the Elves. In the wake of the collapsing Dominion of Malin, Elvenkind once again fractured into many different states with different ethoses and ambitions. Those children of The Father who valued stability, order and unity chose a different path to the relatively democratic and fractured princely system which dominated the Dominion. The old seeds - Caerme’onn, Csarathaire, Ithelanen, Aureon, Terin, Calithil, Torena and others would be maintained in their capacity to advise, to exercise power and to participate in government and culture, however rule would be concentrated in the hands of one new clan of the Alderfolk - Atraedes. With the sole hereditary authority to sovereignty over the Kingdom of Gladewynn, the power struggles, plots and scheming which accompanied successions of past days would be ended, anchored by the new Royal Clan - which all could stand behind. In a starkly contrasting manner to the majority of other Elven families, it was decided that adoption into the Royal Clan will not be permitted in the interests of stability. The only method of gaining the Atraedes name is to marry an existing clan member, or to be born as the heir of one of the clan’s scions. This system of strict hereditary blood relation assists in creating a balanced Elven government with the royal clan as its anchor, with the other seeds and clans flourishing around it. The Heir-apparent to the throne of Gladewynn is also not necessarily the firstborn. Should a younger Atraedes sibling be seen as more suited to the task of ruling the Kingdom - braver, more intelligent and adept at administration, it is in the common good that they instead should inherit the crown. This system of inheritance allows a balanced middle-ground between the pure way of absolute male primogeniture which exists in the Empires of Horen and the electoral systems present in Elven nations of the past. Stability is maintained in a single royal line, but the creme of Atraedes can be chosen at the will of the present monarch. In order for royal children to be educated in the proper manner, they are chosen tutors at an early age. For each topic, a different seed patriarch or chieftain is chosen in order to cement friendships and relationships between the royal clan and their loyal high seeds. The way of life and culture of the Atraedes clan are widely derived from that of the Alderfolk tradition - unity among all the Elven people, as Sons of Malin. A tradition adopted from the Mali’Ame is that similar to the Aspectist Ilmyumier seed tattoos. The Atraedes clan scions, upon coming of age, are to receive two simplistic golden bands imprinted on their sword arm symbolising the ideal of the Alderfolk, being unity among all Elves. Physically, the members of the Royal clan are of average height, slightly taller than most Mali’ame, but shorter than the Mali’Aheral. They are dark of hair, but this can be tinted with a deep red, in homage to the matrilineal ancestry from which they hail. In addition, their skin is generally relatively light, though not so much as to be mistaken for a Mali’Aheral or a Mali’Fenn. Finally, almost silver-like pale blue eyes are a unique indicator of a royal Atraedes family member. ((Special thanks and credit to iMattyz for the assistance in writing this post and Numirya for the sigil art.))
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    The Military of Gladewynn

    (IC) Name: Kaz Ithelanen Age: Do we keep count? Race: Mali. I do solemnly swear that I shall defend the Realm of Gladewynn from its foes, foreign and domestic, in times of peace or war. I will hold myself to the example of all those who have sworn this very oath before me, I will bear the crux of this burden forevermore, here and beyond. (OOC) IGN: Hedonism Discord: You’ve got it.
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    The Winds of War

    The Winds of War: Soldier’s Journal These lands are lived. The grounds are soft, familiar, and running rich with the rain of the marsh. As I write, I see the soft glow of cities and villages yonder; it is warm and alive, though I know this land loves me not. Atop the mount of Gladewynn, nature is all the eye’s treasure. Made almost to seem that there is no civilization. No empires, or kingdoms. Only the old woods and wildlands beyond. How wrong that was. The air is full with the cries of a million men. We’ve ventured into lands thick of legacy, woe, revenge, and dominion. This, a country that breathes the story of Man - and the earth aneath long forgotten. When the standards were risen, my heart stirred with an oddity. I had last answered the call at the summons of my King - to defend a land I now resent. When we had last seen the purple and black banners in battle, they were risen against our kind. Hundreds of years past and times bygone - the tales of that burning city are still told. How times change, and yet the mind remains the same. The battle was vicious for who few died in the enemy’s cause. We set to attack the corpse of a seaside keep on high noon. Imperial soldiers swarmed the countryside, surrounding the rubbled fortress on all fronts save the water. Perimeter guards were set, trebuchets loosed, and the rigidity of siege doctrine set in motion. Then, we were sent in. Military ideology will see fit to send in the mercenaries first, lest they hang on the rear and route at signs of danger. Loss prevention? A test of mettle? The fray rid me of any of these thoughts. I entered the inner depth of that sunken keep, along with various Imperial regiments and what elite the Ichorians had to procure. Smoke, embers, and molten flame slid across the fortress. The Reivers saw fit to claim as many Imperial souls on their journey to hell. In the black of the tunnels beneath, you were only granted vision of your axe’s path; cleaving, surging, and writhing against attacker and defender alike. For what little the battle was, my wounds are grievous - by both body and mind. The Illatian maids are sweet, this much is true. In vain, as no amount of fresh linen or fragrance will shake the copper blood I smell; the death and miasma of the tunnels hangs onto my flesh as a curse. I hear that we will ride for Gladewynn soon. I hope as much. These men are admirable, and their lands are beautiful. But I am not a Man, and this land is not for me. There waits a mountaintop: cold and frigid. A forest, vicious and deep. And in these lands forgotten, aye, a home for me. Signed, Cassius Ithelanen, Warden of the Avchirran ito Gladewynn
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    Mercer Vallberg af Calais scribes a signature on behalf of the Barony of Vrakai.
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    The Esheveurd Cavalier

    An adolescent is nudged along, dressed in ragged clothing , dirt caked upon his features. He looks upon the construction of Peremont, grimacing as his shoulder is shoved once more in some form of impatient guidance. His next stop: the court of the Serene Prince.
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    The Azghari Warband

    The gates of the Azghari encampment slowly rise, welcoming in the new riders.