MarquisAlex

MC Name: MarquisAlex Discord: MarquisAlex Image: Description of Image: A Portrait of Professor Albus Henrik Brian Amador, Wizard of Blackwell Tower. Dimensions: 1 Wide, 2 High.

The maxim of Professor Albus Henrik Brian Amador and Aurelia of Tolta lives on in those who choose to carry it. Almost three generations have passed. The world has become a darker place. But Hope can be found even in the darkest of times... ...if one only remembers to carry a light.

Username: MarquisAlex Character Name: Gòraidh Iòsaiphsen Iùmhunn Affiliation: Principality of Caurost. Desired Rank: Reserves Which games will you be attending?: Hoping to join all of them, however, The event times happen very close to the time I get home, so I may miss some or all of them depending on IRL work.

Godfrey with his favourite book, Made with craiyon •⋅ ─────────────────────⊱ ༺ ⋅☨⋅ ✵ ⋅☨⋅ ༻ ⊰───────────────────── ⋅• Act I: Departure - Living on your Stories •⋅ ────────────────⊱ ༺ ✦ ༻ ⊰──────────────── ⋅• Since the time of his birth, Godfrey, Son of Josef Audemar, had been brought up on the stories of his family: The Noble House of Amador. Snug beneath the covers of his bed every night with his wooden toy-sword, his father would regale the seven-year-old Godfrey with the chronicled histories of their family, mainline-and-beyond, that had stretched since the time of Asulon for generations. Stories of: Jack & Jiraiya, the founder-brothers who sailed far from their Adunian home to Conquer the Renatus Holy Lands. Daniel Amador, whose diary told scary stories of the daemons that followed Amador from the Fall of Asulon. Holy Ser Arthur I, the youngest holy knight of his time, who fought the Mother Church during the Schism War. Ser Arthur II, the rags-to-riches orphan who became Commander of the Archduke of Lorraine's Honourguard. Holy Ser Dorm Amador, who was blessed by the Pontiff of his time by being granted the right to bare the Holy Lorraine as the House's Sigil. Grandmaster Holy Ser Leonid Amador, who led the All-Saints' Knights to defeat the Cultists of the Wick Wood. Ser Karl, who defeated the Rimeveld Trolls & became the Knight Paramount of Hanseti-Ruska. Bossiras Natilya, who led the family during the Mori'quessir wars. Bo Rostova, who after being cast out, fought various wars and forged a Kingdom that became the Ravenmarch. Albus Henrik Brian Amador, the wizard of Blackwell tower who, together with his father Ser Radmir & their cousins Ser Sterling Whitewood & Aurelia, slew Fenrir the Cerberus, the infernal hellhound. All the myths and legends that filled the young boy's head with dreams of adventure; a wide open world to discover, filled with wonderous sights & terrifying Monsters. He dreamed soundly each night, clutching his bed-sheets with the thoughts of bringing Light into the world, defeating the daemons and fiends that his famous ancestors had faced. Each morning, Godfrey would get up out of his bed and go out into the streets, running around gleefully as he pretended to be one of those noble knights or a powerful wizard. •⋅ ───⊱ ༺⋅☨⋅ ✵ ⋅☨⋅ ༻ ⊰─── ⋅• Until, One Night... •⋅ ───⊱ ༺⋅☨⋅ ✵ ⋅☨⋅ ༻ ⊰─── ⋅• He was alone. Alone in his room, with the covers around his shoulders and clutching the wooden sword beneath the sheets. His father had not returned from his day out working and yet he had heard nothing, none of his relatives seemed to know, but insisted the boy take to sleep. Their faces were a picture of dread that the young Godfrey had not seen since the death of his Uncle, whom the boy had barely known. In the middle of the night with naught but a candle at his bedside, no one came to read the boy his bedtime story, so he plucked one of the books from the shelf and opened it upon the bed. He sat crosslegged as he flicked through the pages and read slowly along the tale of the founders for the umpteenth time as a slow realisation washed over him like the waves that lapped against Alba's shores. He would do as his ancestors had done. He had lived in the ordinary and would now venture out into the wide world of Azuras and become like his ancestors. He would find a Mentor, like Ser Hildebrand did for Ser Karl or like Albus did for Aurelia & Karl Falkner; a Mentor who he could say: "Teach me how to be a Hero!" He wasn't afraid! He was fearless. Taking a small bag from underneath his bed, he would pack some bread from the family kitchens, his favourite book and his toy-sword. A few coins from his bedside table, saved from doing chores for his father, were stashed away in his pocket. Knowing he would be missed, he quickly penned a small letter for the Amadors before he blew out the candle light and simply walked out of his bedroom and away from home. •⋅ ─────────────────────⊱ ༺ ⋅☨⋅ ✵ ⋅☨⋅ ༻ ⊰───────────────────── ⋅• To the House of Amador: @mothsthetic @Lirinya OOC:

Somewhere in the Seven Skies, the Writer of Memoirs sat at his desk, scratching his ink-ended quill into the parchment. Many many years had passed since the time of his and his dear wife's passing in Blackwell Castle. Now they both glanced down at the House that held their name. Hand to his heart, Aylwin Blaxton felt pride & gratitude. His actions were an established fact. His deeds were written in parchment, paper & stone. He & his Father shed their blood for their cousins, to save Silesia. But the Soul of Albus Henrik Brian Amador would never hear the gratitude of the Descendants. No longer would his ears take in the the songs and tales of Home. The Wizard of Blackwell Tower was Gone. Lost. But his words remained: "It is better to save an innocent life than to take a Guilty one; it is better for the Soul."

Upon entering the Seven Skies, greeted by friends and relatives, Karl would notice an absence. The Wise Old man who had once taken him under his wing, with the long white beard and frail hands clutching the Amadorian Spellbook, was no where to be seen. Yet despite his former mentors absence, the words of Albus Henrik Brian Amador would stick to the minds who thought of him: "It is better to save an innocent life than to take a guilty one. It is better for the soul." Indeed, it had been, as Karl could now see. Since the passing of the Old Wizard of Blackwell Tower, everything had transpired as he had foreseen, for better or for worse. Unity was necessary against the forces of evil, yet the Covenant of man was not called and Aevos fell to Chaos. The Church had successfully subjugated and unified most of the continent. Aenguls communed & intervened upon the population. Daemons and Drakaar held influence over their thralls. Aevoian Amadors came in many sizes and shapes, like tress with many branches and leaves, but the Amador blood that ran within them would all return under the tree. Amador blood founded Castles, Cities and Conclaves. Amador blood oversaw Baronies, Viscounties, Duchies and Kingdoms. Amador blood stood in Defense of Descendants and Demesne. And Amador blood had been shed. From Ashes, We Rise.

I wasn't planning on entering into this discussion, since there are players here (such as Samler, Minuvas and Lord_of_losers) who have far more experience than I. But, my last character was a Voidal Wizard, so I'll put my two-penneth in. I played a human wizard called Albus Amador (reference to Dumbledore), who I played throughout last year and still mourn. He went from curious bookworm who ran from home to a Voidal Wizard. Here is my only problem with Voidal magics from an RP perspective: What if you just want to be a good person? RPly, we're incentivised to be antagonistic. I decided to do good things by doing bad things with Albus. The overarching goal of the character was to Study Demons and Battle them, so to keep Descendent-kind safe, after reading about what demons did to his family in an ancestral book. But dabbling into Voidal magics meant the man was an utter eccentric, eccentricity which was inspired from Book Dumbledore/Gandalf/First Doctor(Doctor Who). He would have a tick and go "HM?" Judgmentally and harshly, then turn on a dime and chuckle musically. Voidal magic inherently makes you a bit insane. It saps your strength mentally and physically, whilst also corrupting your soul. You find most magics do this, and I personally dislike the implication that your soul is blackened by using magics, unless you're a druid or an Aengul. But it means that there is a cost that must be paid in the end. As an example of the void magic corrupting morality: Albus helped raise a girl who was the Scion of a Vampire, interfered with the Church by stealing her away from being a nun and had her raised by Paladins, forged her into a weapon against demons that he could use in the future and removed her RP-sense of agency. He acted morally grey, taking care of patients in a hospital by day, then using the workspace to experiment. And you know what? Actions like this, working around the systems of states and being morally grey whilst others go either extremes... It worked wonders for me. I was able to spend the time training my CRP skills to go to ST events. Albus was recognised in every active city at the time and had the opportunity to meet with Kings, Lords, Pontiffs and other races. He was able to assist the Xannite Paladins against the Arch-Drakkar. He killed a Greater Inferi (Armoured Cerberus) by summoning a tornado around it. RPly, I felt Awesome. Powerful. Respected. His story ended when he travelled to the Aegis (The Abyss) with the Paladins of Xan. He was eventually slain by Diante the Cometstruck, an Eidolon of the Wastes, and had his soul consumed by the phylactery of Sol Invicta. All whilst trying to do everything he could to save the Descendants from what he perceived to be the greatest threat to them at the time. I still mourn Albus. I don't think I'll get over him easily. But I don't regret telling his story. TLDR: Everyone should play a Voidal mage once in their lives in this server. Albus Amador Wiki Page Albus Amador PK post

* Albus Henrik Brian Amador * Professor of Demonology, Wizard of Blackwell Tower. 101 - 180 S.A The air was thick with soot, the sky held no stars, the background filled with Shades of the long-deceased; Shadows wandering aimlessly, only to occasionally cast a glimpse in the direction of the strangers, whispering: “You shall join our fate if you do not turn back.” “Turn around whence you came” “The Aenguls forsake us here… Leave” The Old Wizard knew such sights were to await them here: Aegis’ long-deceased and abandoned population, the aftermath of conflict between Aenguls & Demons, of Cataclysm & Catastrophe. Descendants’ Unresolved Tragedy. . . They had to come here. They could not turn back. Lest Aevos be subjected to the same fate. A strange stone edifice stood in this desolate waste, veiled by the smog and soot with only a bright Sapphire fire raging in the centre; three corpses hung loosely upon wooden stakes, tied to the poles, decapitated and contorted. The latest prizes of an unholy hunt. An obscured figure knelt to the flames. Beside them rose two Paladins of Old. God-Forsaken. “Why do you come here?” Dark Times, Dark Days. Corruption of Deific beings & Demons Unleashed. “Sol Invicta - Daughter of Order, We come under dire circumstances and we seek counsel.” Weapon drawn, A grotesque item of Blackened Crystal: The Rotting Claw of the Lion. They had found whom they sought: The Lion of the Abyss. But no counsel was granted. “You seek advice from one that your Lord damned to the ruins of Aegis, where the Isles of Sheerok have no connection... No truth.” The terrifying trio began to step forward, fanning out and flanking the doomed. Forsworn and forsaken fighters judging the gathering: their Order. On the hip of one, the head of a Herald. Another Trophy. “Order is that the weak kneel and the Strong protect those who cannot wield the sword. They understand their place and know when to be dealt with. . . I am bound here. . .Bury your blades in your necks, help the fight that renders here & I shall make you part of my legion. To stand against the tide of Mordring here in the Abyss.” What happened next was a chaotic scene. Some fought. Some fled. Most died. The Old Wizard had come, alongside his niece, abiding to one Mantra: It is better to save an innocent life than to take a guilty one. It is better for the soul. They had failed to save her, for she could not be saved. A thrall to the whims of Aenguls. So, they ran. Abyssal chain wrapped around the Old Wizard’s leg, tripping him up and landing him in the ash and soot; looking up to his kin, his student and the future hope of many, Albus shouted: “GO!” He turned about to his assailant, One of the Forsaken, Abyss-Walking Paladins of Yore. It was a Horrifying Spectre: Ethereal Chains held in a Gauntleted fist. “Vyr Battle Here is being fought on Aevos. Y’am an Old Man, Niet long for this world…” “That is True - You have had a long life. The others here are Young, they do not see your wizened brow and homely face. Die Well.” The ethereal chains began to whip up about his body, tightening about the neck of the Old Wizard, forcing him to gasp for air. Flashes of Azure mist flared from the chains, the Old Wizard attempted desperately to rid himself of those chains, but to no avail. With a secondary attempt, the flash fizzled and Albus lay in the soot once more, his gaze up to the sky. The Nausea set in first. The pain came next. Cut in twain at the waist. The Wizard of the Blackwell Tower looked up towards the Blackened Sky. He’d spent a lifetime defending against Demons, to be felled by a Demi-Aengul’s Death Knight. But, He would not join the Legion of the Lion of the Abyss. He would suffer a Fate worse than the Shades. His Soul, Collected by Sol Invicta, would be consumed within her Phylactery. He ceased to exist. Within the Confines of the Old Wizard’s Tower, A large parchment with a series of sealed letters: Here in lies, set forth, the Last Will & Testament of Albus Henrik Brian of the House of Amador. Son of Radmir of the House of Amador. Professor of Demonology, Chronologist, Voidal Wizard & Custodian of the Blackwell Tower within the Duchy of Brabant. I name as the executor of my Will: Ser Sterling Percy of the House of Whitewood-Blaxton, Duke of Brabant and Lord of Lotusgrad. An Accounting of my Actions, to be published to those who wish to read it: Throughout my life, I have sought out the evil that stowed-away within the Amadorian Flagship from Asulon, detailed within the Diary of Daniel Amador. The Demon that had killed my ancestors and our Great Founder, before the emaciated survivors of my House landed on Anthos, bringing along that Demon of Misfortune and Misery. I swore, on the relics of my ancestors gathered by Nataliya Amador, that I would defend my House and all Descendent-Kind from the evils of Demons. Through my exploits, after a lifetime of study and research, I was ultimately able to defend the Duchy of Brabant from an Armoured Infernal Hellhound. In that great battle, when I lost my dearest Papej, I had summoned a great tornado and felt at the peak of my powers. However, if you are reading this now, then I have been felled during a desperate expedition to the Abyss to save Aevos from the Darkness that is Here. I have borne witness to the Aengul Xan, uncharacteristically enraged at his followers & who will descend upon Aevos, bringing about a new conflict between the Aenguls and the Demons. Azdromoth, Arch-Drakaar and Leader of the Azdrazi, Wars with the Order of the Golden Lion to the detriment of all Descendent-Kind. His Holiness, Pontiff Caius Primus, makes Crusade against Hexicanum & Gashadokuro. Darkspawn plague the Northern Kingdom of Ravenmire where King Bo I Rostova, disowned of Amador, fights to defend his people. Ser Sterling Whitewood-Blaxton leads the Silver Crusade against the tides of Moz Strimoza's Hellspawn. Descendent-Kind must Unite. Unite, or surely, you will fall and Aevos shall suffer the fate of Aegis before it. I leave but one hope to Descendent-Kind, the girl who was denounced by the Sons of Horen & whomst has borne great pain for Redemption, fighting still for all. Professor Albus Henrik Brian Amador, on the 9th day of The First Seed in the 180th Year of the Second Age. A Series of Letters that I would wish delivered to their respective parties: To Ailure of the Order of the Golden Lion: To His Holiness, Pontiff Caius Primus: To His Royal Highness, King Ivan VIII of Haense: To His Royal Highness, Bo I Rostova, King of Ravenmire: To His Grace, Ser Sterling Whitewood-Blaxton, Duke of Brabant: To The Right Honourable Henrik Amador, Vikomit of Zveslund: To Faeryel & Sarah Artenin, The Grand Magister of Hohkmat & Vizier of Fire: To Lord Karl of Falkner & Mirasul of Val'taelu: To Katherina Sophia: To Vindyr Di Ixolar: OOC:

EST 143 E.S. - Present | 1590 A.H. - Present NOD PEPEL, ASERE PODNIMAT’SYA From Ashes, We Rise — THE FALL OF THE PHOENIX - The Funeral of Nataliya Mariya Amador, Baroness of Mondstadt - Issued on the 9th day of Tov ag Yermey in the 486th Year of Exalted Sigismund. VA EDLERVIK, Let it be known that Her Ladyship, Nataliya Mariya Amador, The Phoenix of Amador, Baroness of Mondstadt and Kastellan of Immigration of Haeseni-Ruska, has this day passed on to the Seven Skies. She died of natural causes following complications after her most recent pregnancy and childbirth. The child, though small, seems likely to survive the tragedy and shall be named Theodosya as the late Baroness wished, and be granted the second name Nataliya after the Baroness. As is customary for the House of Amador, the House will enter a state of mourning until such time as her Funeral is concluded. Her Funeral will take place on Jula ag Piov, in the 487th Year of Exalted Sigismund at the Evarardian Basilica in the City of Valdev. We welcome all who wish to pay their final respects to our Late Bossiras. Her Coffin with be sanctified by a Priest of the Church, before being buried in the Ground of the Basilica, beneath the same tree as her recently fallen kin, Ser Karl Ruslan Amador. The Impact of the late Bossiras to the House of Amador can not be understated. Thanks to the efforts of herself, her mother, Olessya Amador, and her faithful sister Liridona Amador, the House of Amador stands today among the most spectacular families in the Dual Kongzem. She battled during the end-times of Almaris against the Mori’quesse;, she served the Dual Kongzem faithfully and loyally as Kastellan of Immigration. She leaves behind her Husband, Four Sons and Two Daughters, her Sisters, Mother, Father and all the rest of her surviving kinsmen. We Honour the Bossiras that reignited the flame of the House and returned the House to the Nobility within the Dual Kongzem of Hanseti-Ruska. Let it also be known, as per the wishes of the Late Bossiras, that Professor Albus Amador, the Chronologist of the House of Amador and Son of Radmir Amador, shall act as Regent, until the eldest son of the Bossiras, Henrik Edvard Amador, now known as Henrik III, comes of age. We request time to Mourn the loss of so much in such a short blink of time. FROM ASHES, WE RISE. IV JOVEO MAAN, Professor, Albus Amador, Regent & Chronologist of the House of Amador

MC Name: MarquisAlex RP Name: Albus Henrik Brian Amador Race: Human Affliation: Amador, otherwise Neutral Character Age: Mid-Late 20s.

ᛏᚱᛁᚨᛚ ᛟᚠ ᚱᚺᚢᚾ The Resignation of the Grand Ambassador of Urguan, Dagmir Grandaxe ᛏᛁᛗᛖ ᚠᛟᚱ ᚢᚾᛁᛏᚤ Dwedmar of Urguan, Fellow Diplomats & Emissaries, I serve notice to you all. Today, on the 2nd of the Amber Cold, in the 126th Year of the Second Age, I, Dagmir of the Clan of Grandaxe, handed in my formal resignation as the Grand Ambassador of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, passing the symbol of my office, the Ornate Cane of the Grand Ambassador to His Majesty, the Grand King of Urguan, Agnar of the Clan of Grandaxe. I offered this resignation to His Majesty out of a desire for rest and recuperation after striving for peace and tranquillity over the course of two-decades, an achievement in modern diplomacy and a crowning jewel for His Majesty’s reign, it has been my privilege and honour to serve in His Majesty’s Government to cultivate & maintain diplomatic relations around Almaris. It has allowed the Dwedmar an era in which to grant their beardlings a happy and constructive childhood untainted by the stains of unhappiness that War and Bloodshed have wrought on Dwed lives. To my diplomatic contemporaries across Almaris, it has been a pleasure to work with you all in our individual and greater capacities, as diplomats, emissaries & Realms of the Continent. I wish to convey personal thanks to all, with special mention to His Royal Highness, King Georg I of the Dual Koengzem of Hanseti-Ruska, as well as his faithful subjects: His Grace, the Duke Aleksandr var Ruthern of Vidaus & Miss Ilaria Amador, Emissary to Urguan. I also apologise to all foreign diplomatic bodies that you now need to re-establish your contacts and continue prosperous relations with the Grand Kingdom of Urguan. Until such a time as a replacement is made and the Cane passed on, I recommend your correspondence be addressed to His Majesty, the Grand King. I shall maintain my office as an acting Magistrate of the High Courts of Urguan, until such time as it is no longer required of me to maintain the position at the wish of the High Justicar, Thromdrick Irongut, or His Majesty, the Grand King of Urguan. Until then, I shall tend to my personal wellbeing, physically & spiritually, as a Subject of His Majesty and Citizen of the Grand Kingdom. May the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, under the Serene Reign of His Majesty, remain steadfast in its commitments towards Unity among all of the Dwedmar. May the Legion remain stalwart in the face of perils, both foreign and domestic, under the firm command of Duroun Ireheart. May the Religious Sects of Urguan strive for peaceful coexistence and cooperation, under their respective leaders. May Ogradhad Guide us all. Narvok oz Agnar! - Narvok oz Urguan! Signed, Dagmir Grandaxe, Former Grand Ambassador of Urguan, Acting Magistrate of the High Court of Urguan.

An old Ludovar servant thumbs his spectacles as he also reveals a Three documents to accompany Hieromar the Elder's Compilations: A Marriage Certificate: A Death Certificate Letters of Ennoblement: