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Lord Agragax of Lunaxoatl
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Lord Aldradoc Ravensden: Theme
The Lord of the castle is an eloquent, diplomatic man named Aldradoc Ravensden. He is 5 foot ten with fair hair, a long drooping moustache and an imperious face. He has a wife, Hanath, and a young son, Barrivendos. He prefers to wear clothes that are comfortable and finely-made but by no means luxurious or extravagant. He is a calm, dutiful traditionalist who is paranoid about the safety of his family and home, and is also a skilled duellist with a sword when he needs to be. He rules all of the surrounding land as far as the western coast, bounded to the north and east by a mountain range and to the south by a river, and has called the rulers of all the other kingdoms to his fortress to discuss peace and trade agreements.
Echard Schur:
Echard Schur is the third son of Berthold Schur. He is nearing his late 30's and his only accomplishments are brothel rumors (not ones he would be proud of) and a litany of poorly gambled inheritance he has yet to actually inherit. He is dressed expensively, if not tidy. As stated by himself, he is 5'11". In actuality he is closer to 5'8". Well, 5'6" if standing barefoot. While his physical stature may be left striving for loftier ambitions, he is never the less no small man. He is barrel chested and both thick of neck and arm. He smells of the dark-brown roots which he often chews. Leaving him imparted with a sweetly-sour aroma of his chew roots, perfume, and the tragic infrequency of his personal hygiene. His one attractive feature is his strong jaw, which is adorned by a ill groomed, albeit glorious, set of peppery muttonchops. Sadly, the follicular vanity of his face is only contrast to his greased, overly long, and thinning hair.
Count Driden Defleur:
Count Driden Defleur He is about 6’1 and has black hair and light blue eyes. He is about 37 years old and is from the distant province Duskhallow. Much like Duskhallow, he dresses in a dark suit and has a silver cane with an obsidian raven on top. He also wears a top hat and a monocle. He is very grim and a loner. He is very intelligent but often intimidates people (just by stature and personality, not on purpose).
Lord Barbissar Tisk:
Lord Barbissar Tisk hails from the eastern region of Skagaskon, beyond the mountain range. From Jokulsa, the capital city of his lands, Tisk oversees the continent's most prolific mining operation. He looks to expand his trade routes to new markets, particularly in distant lands, and renew trading agreements with his neighbor Lord Ravensden. A dispute between their family, of an origin lost to the many years since then, saw any cooperation between the two kingdoms stopped. Tisk, being primarily a man of buisiness, intends to rectify, as he calls them, the ''past mistakes of his short-sighted ancestors'', and it is with this in mind that he accepted the invitation to the Castle.
Victor Rosst:
One of the three chief military commanders of the Dairann region. The people of Darirann are known to be militaristic and ones to rattle sabres at the other nations and regions. It is said that the perfect courtier should be one who is imposing upon the field of battle and yet graceful during peacetime. Rosst most certainly is not the latter. Gruff spoken, burly, a wild mane of black hair and a bush of a beard, out of armour he stands at an impressive 6ft. Not the softness of silvered tongues for this warrior, but the harsh shouted cries of a commander of men. Quite why Dairann decided to send him rather than a more civil diplomat is debatable. It is likely that they believe a show of force and bluntness will curb any frills and lace from softening and over flowering the meeting.
Cordelia Rekkefølge:
Cordelia Rekkefølge hails from the distant lands of Sovnskrine. Her quiet nature, coupled with her relative lack of age and short stature make for an unassuming appearance for outsiders. But it would be wrong to believe that the small young woman reading by the fire is a pushover in any situation. This simple appearance masks a sharp intellect and a fierce refusal to back down when she feels the need. She is deeply cynical and views the noble lifestyle with distaste, sharing her people’s disdain for the elitist culture of other societies. Differing from some of the other participants in the negotiations, she is not of nobility, although her position in her people’s society could be construed is its equivalent. Rather she has been selected due to her suitability for the task. Despite her dislike of the idea of nobility, she sees the negotiations as what they are: a good opportunity to improve relations and trading, and so is determined to make the best of them.
King Gheleon IV: Theme:Far Horizons
Amiddle-aged man of muscular build, standing around 6 feet tall, Gheleon’s firm facial features are accented by his two brilliant blue eyes. Atop his flaxen-haired head rests a simple silver crown studded with vibrantly hued rubies that his nation is famous for. Gheleon is dressed in clothing befitting a king, though not overly lavish as he is more concerned with function over form. At his side, the king carries a sword as is custom for those in his kingdom. Though designed with an ornate hilt, it is clearly more than simply a ceremonial symbol. Gheleon is as modest in nature as he is in appearance. Predisposed to integrity and respect, the king cares for his kingdom and people above all else. The king is well-spoken, with his rich, deep voice complementing his simple yet regal demeanour. Though eager to establish trade agreements with the other dignitaries, Gheleon firmly believes that while a king should not seek out war, he must always be ready for it. Gheleon the IV rules the kingdom of Ironfell, nestled opposite the mountain range that borders Ravensden’s lands. Ironfell’s people are natural hunters and farmers, having lived off the land for generations. Their primary source of trade consists in furs, rubies, and other minerals that they mine from the mountains in their territory. However, the nation tends to be very isolationist and is extremely wary of the other provinces surrounding them. The capital of the province is Falconreach, a castle-city built into the mountainside.
Day 1
Lord Aldradoc Ravensden awoke from a tormented sleep. It was the morning of the negotiations that could potentially decide the fate of the whole kingdom of Calderon. Rulers of petty kingdoms from all across the earth would be travelling to his castle of Ravenscroft to discuss trade deals that would prevent any further wars occurring. Indeed for many years now conflict had raged across the continent, with fortunes swinging back and forth as the various realms all vied for power.
Calderon had had its fair share of victories and defeats, and had just emerged bloodied but victorious against the vicious raiders of Sovnskrine, who had attempted to seize three of the five large port towns on Calderon’s coastline. Those men were savage in battle, yet respected the mannerisms and beliefs that the people of Calderon shared. While there was little in the way of a priesthood there from memory of Aldradoc’s last visit, compared to the Druidic Assembly that duly inspires the kingdom of Calderon, Aldradoc was impressed with the Northerners’ trust in the Old Ways and refusal to accept the newer religions spreading across the lands south of Calderon. He had never wanted to declare war on those people, indeed he had intended only to retaliate in self defence when the first ships landed on Calderon’s beaches and local villages were attacked. All in all, he was pleased when he received a message from a Sovnskrine leader requesting peace.
“Are you all right my love?” The quiet, gentle voice of Lady Hanath pulled Aldradoc back into reality as she woke up beside him and anxiously questioned him.
Aldradoc turned and looked into his wife’s beautiful blue eyes.
“All the better for you being here beside me, my lady,” he said quietly, kissing her on the forehead, “If it wasn’t for your support and care I would have been driven mad long ago with the burdens of rulership.”
“You’re worried about these negotiations are you not?” She replied, slipping out of bed and gracefully wandering over to her dressing table, “I can always sense when you’re worried.”
“You’ve got me. I just can’t stop thinking something is going to go wrong over these next few days,” Aldradoc replied worriedly, “Tensions between the kingdoms are high already, and if we are not careful there will be more wars between us all, rather than fewer. It is fair to say that the rulers of all the realms do not trust each other, and the reason why is evident. You’ve seen yourself how unpredictable the Northmen of Sovnskrine are. What’s more, we will be playing host to the rowdy, bloodthirsty thugs of Dairann, the gruff industrialists from Skagaskon, the sinister barons of Duskhallow and the Schurs, who we all know are a family of all different characters with their own individual ideas on morality and civilised behaviour. Of course, there is also Queen Adelina Ewald, who is at least more focussed on trade and keeping the peace. At least she won’t be too hard to persuade.”
He arose from the bed also, and began to clothe himself in his most elaborate tunic, shoes, trousers and cloak, the latter of which was fastened with a golden bejewelled brooch bearing the triskellion emblem of Calderon, before fastening his sheathed sword to his belt and placing his ornate ceremonial helmet adorned with stag antlers upon his head. Hanath had chosen her long green dress for the event, which contrasted with her wavy auburn hair and pale complexion yet still enhanced her elegant, delicate beauty to a considerable degree. An emerald necklace adorned her neck and she wore a silver circlet, made by the finest silversmith in Calderon, upon her head.
Aldradoc offered his wife his hand.
“Are you ready my fairest?” He asked.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she replied, taking his hand gently.
The pair left their bedchamber and walked along the landing past the grand staircase and headed over to a balcony that looked out over the walls, ramparts and ditches protecting the castle as well as the surrounding land. The weather was unexpectedly pleasant, with the birds singing and a pleasant breeze that gently billowed Aldradoc’s cloak and curled around Hanath’s long hair, making it appear to have a life of its own.
“By all the Gods! They are here already!” Aldradoc said quietly, with a hint of underlying anxiety.
Indeed as he looked out over the surrounding land, he spotted the retinues of the first dignitaries to arrive, already cantering along the road that led to Ravenscroft Castle despite it being so early in the morning. Leaving his wife for a moment, the Lord returned to the grand staircase and descended it, before travelling to the main gateway to receive his visitors.
Lord Aldradoc Ravensden: Theme
The Lord of the castle is an eloquent, diplomatic man named Aldradoc Ravensden. He is 5 foot ten with fair hair, a long drooping moustache and an imperious face. He has a wife, Hanath, and a young son, Barrivendos. He prefers to wear clothes that are comfortable and finely-made but by no means luxurious or extravagant. He is a calm, dutiful traditionalist who is paranoid about the safety of his family and home, and is also a skilled duellist with a sword when he needs to be. He rules all of the surrounding land as far as the western coast, bounded to the north and east by a mountain range and to the south by a river, and has called the rulers of all the other kingdoms to his fortress to discuss peace and trade agreements.
Echard Schur:
Echard Schur is the third son of Berthold Schur. He is nearing his late 30's and his only accomplishments are brothel rumors (not ones he would be proud of) and a litany of poorly gambled inheritance he has yet to actually inherit. He is dressed expensively, if not tidy. As stated by himself, he is 5'11". In actuality he is closer to 5'8". Well, 5'6" if standing barefoot. While his physical stature may be left striving for loftier ambitions, he is never the less no small man. He is barrel chested and both thick of neck and arm. He smells of the dark-brown roots which he often chews. Leaving him imparted with a sweetly-sour aroma of his chew roots, perfume, and the tragic infrequency of his personal hygiene. His one attractive feature is his strong jaw, which is adorned by a ill groomed, albeit glorious, set of peppery muttonchops. Sadly, the follicular vanity of his face is only contrast to his greased, overly long, and thinning hair.
Count Driden Defleur:
Count Driden Defleur He is about 6’1 and has black hair and light blue eyes. He is about 37 years old and is from the distant province Duskhallow. Much like Duskhallow, he dresses in a dark suit and has a silver cane with an obsidian raven on top. He also wears a top hat and a monocle. He is very grim and a loner. He is very intelligent but often intimidates people (just by stature and personality, not on purpose).
Lord Barbissar Tisk:
Lord Barbissar Tisk hails from the eastern region of Skagaskon, beyond the mountain range. From Jokulsa, the capital city of his lands, Tisk oversees the continent's most prolific mining operation. He looks to expand his trade routes to new markets, particularly in distant lands, and renew trading agreements with his neighbor Lord Ravensden. A dispute between their family, of an origin lost to the many years since then, saw any cooperation between the two kingdoms stopped. Tisk, being primarily a man of buisiness, intends to rectify, as he calls them, the ''past mistakes of his short-sighted ancestors'', and it is with this in mind that he accepted the invitation to the Castle.
Victor Rosst:
One of the three chief military commanders of the Dairann region. The people of Darirann are known to be militaristic and ones to rattle sabres at the other nations and regions. It is said that the perfect courtier should be one who is imposing upon the field of battle and yet graceful during peacetime. Rosst most certainly is not the latter. Gruff spoken, burly, a wild mane of black hair and a bush of a beard, out of armour he stands at an impressive 6ft. Not the softness of silvered tongues for this warrior, but the harsh shouted cries of a commander of men. Quite why Dairann decided to send him rather than a more civil diplomat is debatable. It is likely that they believe a show of force and bluntness will curb any frills and lace from softening and over flowering the meeting.
Cordelia Rekkefølge:
Cordelia Rekkefølge hails from the distant lands of Sovnskrine. Her quiet nature, coupled with her relative lack of age and short stature make for an unassuming appearance for outsiders. But it would be wrong to believe that the small young woman reading by the fire is a pushover in any situation. This simple appearance masks a sharp intellect and a fierce refusal to back down when she feels the need. She is deeply cynical and views the noble lifestyle with distaste, sharing her people’s disdain for the elitist culture of other societies. Differing from some of the other participants in the negotiations, she is not of nobility, although her position in her people’s society could be construed is its equivalent. Rather she has been selected due to her suitability for the task. Despite her dislike of the idea of nobility, she sees the negotiations as what they are: a good opportunity to improve relations and trading, and so is determined to make the best of them.
King Gheleon IV: Theme:Far Horizons
Amiddle-aged man of muscular build, standing around 6 feet tall, Gheleon’s firm facial features are accented by his two brilliant blue eyes. Atop his flaxen-haired head rests a simple silver crown studded with vibrantly hued rubies that his nation is famous for. Gheleon is dressed in clothing befitting a king, though not overly lavish as he is more concerned with function over form. At his side, the king carries a sword as is custom for those in his kingdom. Though designed with an ornate hilt, it is clearly more than simply a ceremonial symbol. Gheleon is as modest in nature as he is in appearance. Predisposed to integrity and respect, the king cares for his kingdom and people above all else. The king is well-spoken, with his rich, deep voice complementing his simple yet regal demeanour. Though eager to establish trade agreements with the other dignitaries, Gheleon firmly believes that while a king should not seek out war, he must always be ready for it. Gheleon the IV rules the kingdom of Ironfell, nestled opposite the mountain range that borders Ravensden’s lands. Ironfell’s people are natural hunters and farmers, having lived off the land for generations. Their primary source of trade consists in furs, rubies, and other minerals that they mine from the mountains in their territory. However, the nation tends to be very isolationist and is extremely wary of the other provinces surrounding them. The capital of the province is Falconreach, a castle-city built into the mountainside.
Day 1
Lord Aldradoc Ravensden awoke from a tormented sleep. It was the morning of the negotiations that could potentially decide the fate of the whole kingdom of Calderon. Rulers of petty kingdoms from all across the earth would be travelling to his castle of Ravenscroft to discuss trade deals that would prevent any further wars occurring. Indeed for many years now conflict had raged across the continent, with fortunes swinging back and forth as the various realms all vied for power.
Calderon had had its fair share of victories and defeats, and had just emerged bloodied but victorious against the vicious raiders of Sovnskrine, who had attempted to seize three of the five large port towns on Calderon’s coastline. Those men were savage in battle, yet respected the mannerisms and beliefs that the people of Calderon shared. While there was little in the way of a priesthood there from memory of Aldradoc’s last visit, compared to the Druidic Assembly that duly inspires the kingdom of Calderon, Aldradoc was impressed with the Northerners’ trust in the Old Ways and refusal to accept the newer religions spreading across the lands south of Calderon. He had never wanted to declare war on those people, indeed he had intended only to retaliate in self defence when the first ships landed on Calderon’s beaches and local villages were attacked. All in all, he was pleased when he received a message from a Sovnskrine leader requesting peace.
“Are you all right my love?” The quiet, gentle voice of Lady Hanath pulled Aldradoc back into reality as she woke up beside him and anxiously questioned him.
Aldradoc turned and looked into his wife’s beautiful blue eyes.
“All the better for you being here beside me, my lady,” he said quietly, kissing her on the forehead, “If it wasn’t for your support and care I would have been driven mad long ago with the burdens of rulership.”
“You’re worried about these negotiations are you not?” She replied, slipping out of bed and gracefully wandering over to her dressing table, “I can always sense when you’re worried.”
“You’ve got me. I just can’t stop thinking something is going to go wrong over these next few days,” Aldradoc replied worriedly, “Tensions between the kingdoms are high already, and if we are not careful there will be more wars between us all, rather than fewer. It is fair to say that the rulers of all the realms do not trust each other, and the reason why is evident. You’ve seen yourself how unpredictable the Northmen of Sovnskrine are. What’s more, we will be playing host to the rowdy, bloodthirsty thugs of Dairann, the gruff industrialists from Skagaskon, the sinister barons of Duskhallow and the Schurs, who we all know are a family of all different characters with their own individual ideas on morality and civilised behaviour. Of course, there is also Queen Adelina Ewald, who is at least more focussed on trade and keeping the peace. At least she won’t be too hard to persuade.”
He arose from the bed also, and began to clothe himself in his most elaborate tunic, shoes, trousers and cloak, the latter of which was fastened with a golden bejewelled brooch bearing the triskellion emblem of Calderon, before fastening his sheathed sword to his belt and placing his ornate ceremonial helmet adorned with stag antlers upon his head. Hanath had chosen her long green dress for the event, which contrasted with her wavy auburn hair and pale complexion yet still enhanced her elegant, delicate beauty to a considerable degree. An emerald necklace adorned her neck and she wore a silver circlet, made by the finest silversmith in Calderon, upon her head.
Aldradoc offered his wife his hand.
“Are you ready my fairest?” He asked.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she replied, taking his hand gently.
The pair left their bedchamber and walked along the landing past the grand staircase and headed over to a balcony that looked out over the walls, ramparts and ditches protecting the castle as well as the surrounding land. The weather was unexpectedly pleasant, with the birds singing and a pleasant breeze that gently billowed Aldradoc’s cloak and curled around Hanath’s long hair, making it appear to have a life of its own.
“By all the Gods! They are here already!” Aldradoc said quietly, with a hint of underlying anxiety.
Indeed as he looked out over the surrounding land, he spotted the retinues of the first dignitaries to arrive, already cantering along the road that led to Ravenscroft Castle despite it being so early in the morning. Leaving his wife for a moment, the Lord returned to the grand staircase and descended it, before travelling to the main gateway to receive his visitors.
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