Legion02

CANCELLED.

_{Collab with: @Universorum
Location: The Kitchen
Interacting with: Each other}

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“I’ll remember that.” She said to the strange girl that just came up to her at the bar, telling her to guard her drink. It was a bit of an odd thing to say just out of the blue. Most would introduce themselves first. But before Elodie could, the girl already walked off with a beer. Right then, she got her own mocktail.

Elodie took a swing from her cup and almost spat it all out the second the bitterness hit. She looked down at the pitch black mixture. It was definitely not a mocktail. What the hell did that Asian girl make? She thought. Her mom would return it. Hell, her mom would be angry as hell. But this was Elodie’s first party in the US. She couldn’t just return it. Maybe this is what everyone here drank. Slowly she took another sip. No, no she’d need some other way. Then she saw it, straws. On the other side of the bar. The people on that side looked busy so she just reached over and grabbed two. With a cup and straws, she started wandering the around a bit. With straws, she could drink it a lot easier. Still, the taste wasn’t all that.

But who cares! Not Elodie, she was feeling a warm and a little fuzzy. The tequila and vodka raced up towards her head and it didn’t take long before Elodie stopped looking out where she went. Then, when she saw some strange lights behind her, she just turned around to look at them with a goofy smile as she walked backward. Inevitably she walked right into someone and immediately lost her balance.

No one could really blame her for losing her balance. After all, she had the misfortune of bumping into someone who was basically a titan. Luckily for her, this particular large man was more of a gentle giant than anything else. Even though he’d had a bit of a party foul from her bumping into him, and his beer had splashed out, Damian was quick to catch her, stepping forward and putting a hand on her back, pulling her back up to a steady position.

After he was sure the girl wasn’t going to fall on her ass, Damian removed his hand from her back and smiled down at her, white teeth shining. “Hey, take it easy, yeah? Gotta watch where you’re going or you’ll fall next time.” He grinned and winked down at her, before suddenly realizing that he had no idea who this was. “Who… are you?” He asked, before taking a sip out of his red solo cup.

“Whooooooop.” That was the only sound that came out of Elodie as she tipped over and got set straight again. Right after which she began to laugh and apologize: “Excusez-moi, excu- I mean, sorry.” She said, as her cheeks were getting read from the tiny bit of shame she felt combined with alcohol. “I’m new. No, I mean I’m Elodie. I’m both Elodie and new!” she said excitedly. After a moment, her mind had recovered enough from the near-fall to realize that she could be thrown out if he believed she just walked in. “I mean, I got here like a week ago for an exchange program at Beverly Hills High School and then I got an invite to this party! So I came and look at it!? There are actual kegs!” She shouted excited while pointing at one in the corner. Only to realize she might have overreacted a little. “I mean, we got those. But just.. not at houses. This El Jefe must be a really cool guy to let people just party here. Do you know him?” she asked, after which she took another draw from her funny tasting mocktail-that-is-actually-a-cocktail.

Oof. French girls. Then she got all blushy and defensive. It was cute as hell, and Damian liked cute. “That’s me. I’m El Jefe. Well, my name’s actually Damian. Damian O’Connor. This is my house… I’m glad you came! I tried to invite everyone, y’know? Yeah, I bought the kegs — well, my aunt did. I just gave her money.” He grinned again, looking at the murky drink the girl held in her hand. “Looks like you don’t do beer though, huh? I don’t know what you’ve got in that glass, but it smells strong. Hey, at least you’re having a good time! That’s what I wanted people to do, and it’s worked so far.”

“You’re El Jefe! I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you and I actually never met you and I just saw something so I looked and I’m so sorry I bumped into you!” The words just streamed out of Elodie until she realized it, clasped her hand over her mouth and shut up for a moment. Giving him a bit of time for the comment on her drink. “Yeah. I asked for a mocktail to keep myself…normal. But I think the Asian girl behind the bar probably misunderstood. I don’t know what she put in here.” She took a quick sip again. “It’s indeed a bit strong I think.” She pondered. “But it’s kind of fuzzy too. But really!? You live here. Right next to the sea?” Would he surf all day, skip lessons and be the football captain who secretly dug a nerdy chick? For a moment she shook her head. No those were just movies. Even if her current situation was touching pretty close to a movie, not everything around her could be so fantastic. “So tell me, what should I know about Beverly Hills High School?” she said with her goofy smile while taking another sip of her fuzzy drink. It was starting to taste alright now.

Asian girl behind the bar? Yikes. Henry must have bailed for something... Oh well, too late for that. After she asked about him living here, he shook his head. “Nah, this is just our beach house. I actually live in a mansion in the hills. This is where my mom likes to come during the summer, I just… borrowed it.” Without asking. But! That wasn’t important, he’d cross that bridge when he came to it. “What do you need to know about the school? Well, just try not to get wrapped up in the politics. That would be the most important thing… I accidentally did, and I hate it. But, hey, it is what it is.” Damian explained, shrugging his shoulders and drinking from his cup again. Despite what people may think, he thought the whole system was kinda dumb… Even at the top of it, he thought it was stupid as hell.

“Look, just find friends that you like and who like you, and hang out with them. It’s just high school. Try to have an awesome time! We go to a pretty sweet school.”

“Well, I like you.” She blurted it out before she knew it. For a moment she remained silent. Letting the words just hang in the air. Trying to find a good comeback from it. Though she couldn’t find one to save her life. So instead she just tried to change the subject. “Oh well. I never liked politics anyway. So boring.” She tried to say offhandedly. “Back in France, it’s just me and the girls. You know, just chill. Nothing ever happened.” That was a lie. Some days were boring. But in France, Elodie's life was far from dull. The everyday gossips fought that feeling. But she still remembered being bullied. In a bid to forget that part she took another sip of her drink. “Anyway maybe I should ask it in a different way: What should I totally do? Like at school or outside of it.” LA was, above all else, a completely different world. And Elodie, for a few months, could play the happy tourist in it.

“Hey, everybody likes me. I’m pretty cool.” Damian said, before giving her a wink. When asked about what there was to do in LA, he shrugged. “If I were you, the first thing I’d do is go to Disneyland. Then the aquarium. Then Universal Studios. Then I’d go to Captain Cuddles, and that covers just about everything cool in LA, if you ask me. That’ll keep you busy for a long damn time, though, those places are huge. Do you like the food here? Most of it we ordered from Captain Cuddles, so hey, if you dig it, you dig it.”

“I haven’t but I will!” She took another sip from her drink. “And all those places sound super fun! I’ll go there. Thanks for the tips!” Then she took another sip, only to realize nothing was coming through her straws. “Oh… my drink’s empty.” She said rather sad. She was just starting to enjoy it. “I’ll get another one! So, I’ll probably see you around then!” Before she knew it, she was standing on her toes, giving him a big hug and then just vanished in the crowd.

CANCELLED.

Elodie Couture

Location: Elodie's home -> The Party
Interacting with: No one

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It was a weird day all around for Elodie. She started it like any other. By sleeping until 11 because for once she had no obligations. Being new in a school had its perks. Though Elodie sometimes wished some of her friends could have come with her. But then, in the afternoon, she suddenly got a bunch of calls and text messages wishing her a happy new year. It was only then that she realized that it was already midnight in France. Time worked strange. But still, she spent most of her afternoon chatting, texting and snapping in bright daylight, while most of her friends were partying. Inevitably twelve o'clock rang on the other side of the world and her friends, each one she helped getting their crush, send the iconic 'kissing on New Year's Eve'-snap. It warmed her heart, though it also gave her a pang of envy. Still, she kept chatting and snapping along. Right until she realized it was getting dark outside and she had a New Year's party to attend herself.

She rushed to her bedroom, observed her walk-in closet and realizing she seriously under packed. Sure she has some cute blouses but she could arrive in just a cute blouse. No, she wanted something that would draw attention. Something that would give her attention. She kept rabbling through her clothes. Hoping to find something. Or several things. She didn’t care, she just wanted everything right. Something that screamed 'wear me' for a beach party. For half an hour she walked up and down her wardrobe. Every time doubting her previous choices. After half an hour of frustration and rethinking herself, she just walked out of her closest and dropped down on her bed. How could she have nothing good to wear? But then it struck her. She wasn't thinking the right terms. She was still thinking as if she was in France. She was looking for that modest but alluring look. This was California! That just wouldn't do! Once again she dove into her closet, this time almost immediately finding the clothes she had in mind. Eventually, she chose for a simple, low cut, pink top and light blue, short shorts. Underneath she’d just wear her bright red bikini. It felt more than just a little endearing. If not downright indecent. But when in Rome, do as the Romans do. And so far, the only beach parties she ever saw, were those in movies. The entire outfit was tied down with some white heels and a brown, leather jacket.

Nearing the party

Her car was leisurely riding over the LA roads towards its destination. Some people seemed to prefer sitting at the steering wheel themselves. But not Elodie. She found it a waste of time. Sitting in the backseat, being driven calmed her mind a little. As she looked outside, watching the streetlights pass her by in a predictable, droning fashion, and with the soft music carrying her thoughts away, she inevitably began to daydream in all directions. First, she was thinking about the invite. For a split second, she wanted to believe that someone had already taken a liking to her. Of course, that thought was crushed by the little voice in the back of her head. It was a lot more logical to say that it was just blasted across the school. Still, there was that faint glimmer of hope. Elodie was excited, that was for sure. This would be the first time she would go to a real, LA, private, beach party! And she wasn't even in LA for a week! But at the same time, she felt a little anxious going alone. In the end, she just hoped she would make a friend. She really wanted a friend. Then that same, familiar voice in the back of her head popped up, telling her she didn't have to go. She could go back home. Yet right then her car rang. The sound chased away the little voice and alarmed Elodie that she was nearly at her destination. "No turning back now," she said to herself as she took a random bottle of liqueur and took a shot straight from the bottle. "All or nothing."

She stepped out of her car and it drove on to park itself. Whatever drink she took, it seemed to be helping. A warm feeling spread through her chest and she felt her muscles relax. She still took out her phone and brought up the invitation. In case someone would ask for it. Sure enough, there was a guy at the door. It looked like most people just entered, but Elodie reckoned she'd get asked to show her invitation. Because she was so new and well, frankly unknown. But much to her surprise, he just let her pass. Inside the party was already well on its way. With people talking, drinking and dancing. Taking a deep breath, Elodie realized she needed to feel a bit more relaxed and walked up towards the bar, immediately yelling: "Bonjour!" Before clasping a hand over her mouth. After she quickly recollected herself and shook her head slightly in shame, she tried again: "Sorry! I mean, hi! I would like a mocktail." She really had no idea what kind of mocktails they had.

CANCELLED.

Elodie Couture

The Foreigner

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_{Elodie Hubert Couture
"Ego"||"Est-ce que tu m'aimes"||"Alors on danse}

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"Amour pour tout les amoureux."

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• None yet

| | A G E | |

17, 2nd of december

| | G E N D E R | |

Female

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Heterosexual, or at least she thinks she is.

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

No work yet, but isn't above finding some

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Junior

| | R O L E | |

Loner but wants to be a candy

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Standing a fair 5’8”, with long, wavy blonde hair and alabaster skin, Elodie can certainly stand out from the crowd. Something she thanks her Swedish genes for. Living in northern France always required her to dress with a lot of layers. Not realizing LA is a warm place, her wardrobe still consists of long coats, thick hoodies and thick jeans. Though she has her fair share of dresses. But don’t let her more modest dressing style fool you. With just the right amount of make-up she makes herself into that girl next door. She’s hot, but in an approachable way.

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W H O A M I ?

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| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• When absent mindedly strolling around she often listens to French pop songs. And as she sings along as often as she can, you’ll often hear her sing in French. If she’s particularly happy, you might even see her sort of skipping steps on the beat.
• She’s quite vain and constantly wants to draw attention to herself. She does this by invading your personal space very quickly. Often even touching your hand or anything. She’ll try to hold your attention in the same way. Though recently she learned that not everyone likes it.
• She was raised next to two older brothers who often fought amongst each other. Both ended up doing Karate and often practiced against each other. Initially, Elodie wanted nothing to do with it. But in her teen years, that changed. Now she does combat and self-defense training, at the 365 Combat club, to keep her fit and in shape. Though she never fought in a ring before.
• Likes the buzzed feel but can’t hold her liquor at all. So she easily gets very drunk. And a drunk Elodie is very, very touchy.
• When things get a bit much for her, she flees for the library or a quiet corner and starts reading a book on her phone. But she won't stay there for long.

| | D R E A M S | |

Her biggest dream right now if finding someone she loves and loves her back. She wants the relationship her father and mother have. Of course, she’s afraid to truly commit to it, as it can also go very, very wrong.

| | L I K E S | |

• Singing
• Buzzed feel
• Attention
• Coupling people
• Cooking
• Solving other people’s problems
• Fruit! She loves all fruits except for…
• Gossips about others. She can’t help it.

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• Cheaters
• bananas. She really doesn’t like the taste of banana. Unless it’s dumped in a smoothie with other fruits.
• Coffee
• People who assume she’s shallow or easy
• Boring classes like history
• Bad gossips about her.

| | F E A R S | |

She fears ending up being no-one. Just a footnote in all her friends books of their life. Becoming insignificant to everyone. That girl everyone loved and liked but eventually fell into obscurity as everyone became adults.

Being alone is also one of her greater fears. Loneliness is very painful for her and she can’t even imagine a life where she has no-one next to her.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

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| | H I S T O R Y | |

Career has always been important for both her parents. So much even, that they chose not to pursue relationships and first focus on their jobs. It paid off. Adeline Delafontaine is a name said with great praise and love back in Europe. Her PR firm, Bonne Connextions, has launched thousands of campaign and specializes in Social Media. They also specialize in fixing PR disasters should they happen. In the meantime, Louis Couture worked hard and long at making his own fashion brand: Couture. The endless days he sank in the workshop paid off after many years and now his clothing lines are sold all over Europe.

However, it was bound to happen. Couture suffered a public relation scandal when it came out that their clothes were made in sweatshops. Louis himself was appalled and said he did not knew his manufacturer made the clothes in such circumstances. He severed ties, but the damage was done. Couture was being burned. So he called in Bonne Connextions, hoping they could at least save a part of his firm from the pyre. Adeline lost no time in suing the manufacturer, compensating those who worked in the sweatshops and turning Couture around. They took the vanguard in honest made clothes at affordable prices.

But it was during those long nights of working at Couture that the two found each other. And in each other, they found understanding. Both had worked on their careers for the better part of a decade now. Both had to suffer through endless family dinners where their choices got questioned. In a stroke of irony, they started dating. Neither sacrificing anything of their career and understanding that the other doesn’t want to sacrifice anything either. From that arrangement, an odd but tender love blossomed.

A love that only strengthened with the birth of Jean-Baptist. The pregnancy sealed the deal: Louis and Adeline would marry. After a grand wedding and a lavish honey moon up the Alps in Austria, the couple came back more in love than ever. Both chose, eventually, to take time off to care for their first born son and each other. From that tender love, Arnaud came. The second born. They loved their children dearly, but after five years, they knew it was time to take back the rudder at their companies. Both came back as CEO stronger than ever. After two years, both came to the realization that they didn’t want anymore children. But that choice literally came a week short. For sweet, little Elodie was born almost nine months later. Even though the couple loved their children very much, they knew that their companies needed them now that they had returned. The two arranged for a Madame to take care of the young children.

Madame Onstein was a talented elder lady. A grandmother of 7 back in Austria, she knew how to keep Jean-Baptist and Arnaud in check. But Elodie had always been a bit of a harder deal for her. As she grew up, both her brothers became what she refers to as “chimps”. Loud and always playfully wrestling to establish who was stronger and better. Little Elodie got hurt once during a wrestling match and since then hid away when her brothers fought again. She was just old enough to read so she began to read, often alone in her room. Madame Onstein saw no harm in it and arranged for more books.

But in Elementary, the harm came. Sweet little Elodie had grown rather comfortable in her solitude. Watching TV or reading a book. So when it was time to make friends, she had a very hard time doing so. Often she just ended up reading. Later on, she went to sit in a class room of a teacher pitying the girl. The fact that she wore the designer clothes of her father only made things worse. After a while the boys began to bully her. Little Elodie never really knew how to defend her against such behavior so she just locked herself away more. It was only after her older brothers caught the rumor that she was bullied, things changed. Louis, even though he dotted on his daughter very much, stopped giving her the designer clothes she did love so much. Her brothers settled with the bullies and Madame Onstein started taking away her books.

The problems didn’t vanish immediately, but after a month she began to make friends and play on the playground. Eventually, everything went better than expected. Until her teenage years. Her body changed and not always for the better. Again she was bullied, but this time for the many zits on her face. Once again she fled away in dark corners, alone. It was a tempting but very temporary solution. As now she felt an emptiness inside her whenever she was alone for too long. She loved having friends too much. Luckily her father had his myriad of connections in the beauty industry as well. He set her up with thousands of creams and powders. The zits vanished swiftly and she could return to being her normal, happy, chatty self. Except that puberty had hit her hard but good. She became more popular than ever.

It was around this time she started accompanying her father to photoshoots for his clothing lines. First out of curiosity, then because she thought they were fun. And the photographer always indulged in taking a few pics of her too. Then, when she was 15, she joined her dad for a photo shoot where the model failed to reached. She had fallen suddenly ill and couldn’t make the shoot. The agent was moments away from calling another model until she saw Elodie posing for the camera during the downtime. It took some convincing but eventually, the agent could convince Louis to let his daughter be the model. As if fate had intervened to make destiny happen, Elodie blew away everyone and launched her modeling career.

Obviously, this only made her more popular. Which also meant that guys began to see her as a conquest. After one stole a kiss for a bet, she began to change. Of course, she liked the attention, but she never wanted to be treated as a conquest. After her first relationship, which ended because he cheated and thought he could get away with it, she stopped looking for love, only attention. However, Elodie is a girl that wants the best for her friends. So when her best friend started talking about how much she loved her crush, she just couldn’t let it pass. She wove a complex plan to get the two together. Trying to get them to meet each other. The plan failed. Neither showed up at the plaza and Elodie was kind of broken up about it. Right until she heard what happened. Her friend’s bike chain had fallen off on the road. Her crush had stopped to help her. One thing led to another and they had a date the next week. Elodie, overjoyed, began to help more and more of her friends to get with their crushes. As long as she somewhat approved of the guys. So far not too many of those ended in tears.

But her life was about to take a drastic turn. Her parents, wanting to let Elodie spread out her network, registered her for an exchange program for the wealthy back in Europe. Prices were high but comfort was assured. With tutors for 6 months before to educate her in English and US culture. Of course, when they suggested the plan, they were somewhat cautious. It would take her away from all her friends but it would also offer a great chance. When Elodie heard of the plan, she was overjoyed. She worked harder than ever mounting up towards her exchange to LA. Eventually, she reached LA two days after Christmas.

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A C A D E M I C S

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| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• None yet, she just got here!

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |

Math, PE and Science

| W O R S T |

Modern Lit

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Face Claim: Freya Mavor, Dialogue color: f49ac2

Answers

1 – They were originally called the Unholy Trinity. HOT stands for Hailey, Ophelia & Trixie. They make up the new unholy trinity.
2 – The candies want to spread love everywhere! They are being led by Ophelia.
3 – Bryant O’Connor led the first ELITE. They started with 5 guys.

Also, second favorite food is chocomousse.

CANCELLED.

Simon Winters

Son of Midas

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_{Simon Alexander Winters
"Carry On"||"Break Them"}

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"I will not be your equal."

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Winters
• Si, but only in texts

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17, 5th of June

| | G E N D E R | |

Male

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Heterosexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

Part-Time Financial Analyst at Winters Capital

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Junior

| | R O L E | |

Jock

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

He has his mother’s raven hair, which he keeps as short as possible without losing the look of it. He shaves but only once or twice a week, keeping that stubby appearance that makes him look just a little older. In the world of Wall Street, you wear a tie and suit. They say it’s a sign of respect. Which is why his father dumped that look all together. Simon followed suit, opting for simple tees and jeans. Of course, during more uptight events he’d bring out his suit tie, proving to all that he can dress. Just that he chooses not to. One particularity he has is the bronze ring he wears on his right hand. His father gave it when he came to work for Winters Capital. It’s a sign of where the Winters name came from.

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W H O A M I ?

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| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

He smokes like a chimney, but only at dusk, dawn or night. When the sun’s high you won’t see a cigarette near him. But when the shadows lengthen, a little ember will lit up his face.

He’s an insomniac. At night he’ll jump in his car, doing several laps around Beverly Hills. Going more than just a bit over the speed limit. If not even fatigue can summon up his slumber, he’ll go higher up the hills and go up a walk path with a bottle of jack. Where he waits the night to see the day.

Another one of his favorite habits at night is painting. Maybe you can find him in the studio, generally alone. Loud, incoherent music blasting through speakers as he wields the brush like a flagellant’s whip. A painting before him with all hues of red. Smears of brown and black left and right. Several cigarette butts at his feet and a half-empty bottle of his preferred booze next to him. The painting, at the end, is generally destroyed.

Breaks just about every phone he ever gets. As constantly buying smartphones can get a little pricey, he decided to split the functions. His smartphone generally survives a few months. But those ancient bricks you haven’t seen for 10 years, he goes through one every 2 weeks but those are the only ones he gets calls and texts on.

Simon is thoroughly two-faced. Towards the school, the public and the press he appears a golden boy. A student-athlete who breaks the stereotype by also scoring high in most courses he takes. A boy studying ethics, philosophy but also economics and finance. Some would even dare describe him as a faint light of the future in a morally bankrupt finance industry. He works rather hard to maintain that public image. Yet at the same time, Simon is very much on a path of destructive self-medication. He smokes like a chimney, drinks like a fish, has insomnia, anger issues and panic attacks. Even when training he pushes himself, just so he gets that natural high. Above all that he works out his frustrations out on those he perceives weaker than him. Making him a bully as well.

Almost all his extracurricular activities are completely steered to positively influence his future. Except for his volunteer work at the local animal shelter. In fact, not that many people even know he works there. If anything he’s not even on a picture nor is his name mentioned on the website. Aside from his work he also donates half what he earns.

| | D R E A M S | |

The name Winters is still muttered with disdain by the Old Money of this country. Those who grew rich from railroads and oil believe themselves to be above us. Even when sitting at the same table, at the same gala, they perceive themselves greater. In a sense they are as they have far more people in their pocket. So that is what I want. I want power. I want connections. Above all else I want to rise up so high against those ancient arrogant pricks. I want them to grovel at my shoes.

| | L I K E S | |

• Money
• His BMW
• Football
• Eurika moments
• Alcohol
• Smoking
• Hitting that high just right
• Feeling better than someone
• Getting his ego stroked
• Hot girls

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• Air-heads
• Trust Fund babies
• Theatre students who just take it too far
• His Arts teacher

| | F E A R S | |

Not being good enough to get into an Ivy League College. Simon is not a trust fund baby. He has no safety net below him. If he screws up his life is done and over. To make matters worse, he already tasted the high life. He knows that he can never take it a step down now.

It doesn’t look like it but he’s afraid of breaking. There is an extraordinary amount of pressure on him already. Firstly he needs to succeed both on the football field and academically. Next he needs to look like a star towards the general public. Thirdly his work, being a financial analyst for his father, puts a lot on his shoulders as well. All of this is root to his numerous mental issues. Which only increase the likelihood of a cave-in.

A sudden change in his life. For years now, Simon forged himself into the person he is now. Ruthless but charismatic as well. He has goals and means. But there are things, factors he does not control that could turn his life upside down. Simon fears, above all else, change.

Clowns. He hates clowns. If you ever want to see Simon running as fast as his legs can carry him, bring a clown.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

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| | H I S T O R Y | |

The story of Simon starts with his father; Harvey Winters. Harvey was part of the New Money. Someone who saw the power of the computer age and its many possibilities. After doing his time at a stock broker, he flew off and set up his own venture capital company: Winters Capital. Since then, the name Winters has propped up more and more. Sometimes with high praise, sometimes with utter disdain. But there is no doubt to it, with Winters Capital and his own skill he had made a battering ram and knocked down the wealthy elite’s door. The Old Money families, especially in New York, did not truly see him as a threat. Rather, he was a temporary tool in their hands. Someone to use to gather up more wealth and then discard him. Still, Winters got into the East Side.

And he really went to town there. Getting those who understood who Harvey truly was to invest in his firm, while quietly mingling amongst the prospective daughters. Winters Capital boomed with the technology sector, racking in profit and more importantly: dodging the terrible losses. Rumours of insider trading were going rampant the years after. To such an extent that the SEC tried to nail Harvey Winters 3 times already. He never had to pay a fine so far. Instead he found a woman very much to his liking, Ophelia Farfield. A New York model and socialite. The two married in a year and the wedding was grant. Not 2 months later, Ophelia publicly declared she was pregnant. Six months after that little Simon came into the world.

Harvey was still very much a young man at this time, barely hitting the 30. He had grown tired of the idea of having a wife. With a free spirit he wanted to rid himself off her shackles and seal the drain on his funds that she was. Even though he could outright buy an entire lawyer’s office to fight the custody battle, it would still be a long and hard fight. Instead he hired someone to seduce her and then he hired a personal investigator to follow her. To Ophelia’s credit, it took several months to nearly a year before she broke her vows. Two days later Harvey slapped her with the divorce. Citing strange and distant behaviour. He’d give her 5% of his wealth in cash, that’s it. She fought it in court, where her infidelity was laid bare not just for the judge but all across the internet. Ophelia lost the battle and was shamed publicly.

Harvey had his heir and his freedom, and that was exactly the climate Simon grew up in. When young, the little boy was not thoroughly dotted upon. Like most high society children. Simon, at school, had to learn to fend for himself. Yet the little Winters had no problems with making friends. His father was not always home, but he loved his son very much. Enough to teach him the valuable lessons of life early on: always be the smartest, the hardest and the most ruthless. It was by those words Simon lived by. He fought for his loyal friends but would throw you under the bus if you didn’t prove your loyalty.

Such things became very apparent at Simon’s middle school, where he became a bully. It was a subtle kind of bullying. Simon knew well to keep his threats hidden. There was always a hidden corner, a dark spot or a feigned act. One girl, Amy Atwell thought she could stand up against him. That was a mistake. Simon appeared ashamed at first. In an act to redeem himself, he befriended Amy. In fact, they became somewhat of a couple. Simon did his best to appear as a true gentleman. Bringing her flowers, showering her with compliments. It didn’t take long before young, sweet Amy became totally in love with him. All the while, Simon kept pretending. He was her first kiss and sweet it was. Right until the last semester of Middle school. His behaviour changed completely. He broke off the relationship and called her the most horrible of names. He even managed to convince all her friends to end up hating her. The result was a screaming Amy in the middle of the playing ground, stomping on the ground and completely hysterical while crying as well. Simon just watched with a stone cold face. He was more than ready to go to Beverly Hills High School.

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Harvey Winters - The man that made ripples in the East Side through his divorce and suspicious ability to turn a dollar into two dollars. Harvey loves his son dearly. So much even, that he's willing to be hard enough so Simon can succeed in the future.

Love me some steak with french fries.

Answers

“First known as the Unholy Trinity, as if that name wasn’t bad enough. These days they are known as HOT. The IT girls of this school. First up’s Hailey. If there is ever a girl that needs to get real. Spoiled to rotten, literally rotten. Then there is Ophelia. A girl just like my mom. In every way possible. She will probably end up the same way. Maybe I should continue the family tradition? Finally there is Trixie. She has the true power as editor-in-chief. I’m not stupid, I know that one wrong move means social suicide. But recently, something seems off with her.”

“Playing cupids in High School…that’s just a cheap excuse to bed every guy you think you might have a future with. It’s naïve and childish. As if any couples from Beverly Hills would survive. Ophelia needs a wakeup call. Every Candy needs a wakeup call.”

“Five guys and a dream, eventually led by O'Connor. I can almost like the ELITE. If they weren’t, well, elite. It started off as just 5 guys having fun and making ripples. Enough Ripples to challenge the Unholy Trinity in a healthy fashion. These days, I can appreciate Damian both for wanting to bring ELITE back and being who he is. You need to work hard for both things. I won't try to join them. But they'll have my respect.”

_{Faceclaim: Ed Westwick, Dialogue color: 6ECFF6}

Beverly Hills High │ High School Never Ends

Is the RP still open?

The Empty Throne: War in the Broken Lands

I fear I'll be tapping out of this RP. Sorry fellas, enjoy it!

Legend of the Silver Legion Redux (Open)

_{Collab between me and @Terminal}

The Imperial-Electorate Border of the Vlaanburg Mountain Range

Mountains, as far as the eye could see. Jagged edges of the earth itself, with valleys so deep, Lee couldn’t quite believe it. Where he was born, the highest place were the western cliffs. But they paled in comparison with this. “Okay, lets keep going.” He told himself more than the others. Old man Ittain, mumbling and fumbling around walked with him. The old man had always unnerved the young Truth-Seeker. It was like he saw less of the world and more of another. Never the less, to have him with them would be invaluable.

“We’re reaching the outpost.” Said one of the mercenaries. They hired five, one for each Truth-Seeker in the expedition. Lee, under the guise of Mr. Rossiere, still did not trust them. Not for being mercenaries, but for being Serenists. But for now he knew he needed them. Finally they came around the mountain, with the outpost in sight.

It was rather underwhelming, having journied so far and having heard such ominous tellings of what awaited them in the ill-reputed Empire. A mere watchtower, not even walled, wth several tents pitched around it and a small stable at its base. The curious barbed and three-pronged emblem of Imperial Matathran flew high atop the structure - though as soon as the seekers lay eye upon it, the billowing fabric was obscured by a cloud of thick, brown and earthen dust that hung and flew through the air like a dirty raincloud - dominating their view of the distant horizon were several massive clouds of dust, kicked up by unseen but faintly heard armies on the move, their marching a constant rumble in the air.

As expected, the border itself was clear of any kind of barriers or patrols, as far as the seekers could see - the watchtower and its meager garrison of soldiers was, for all intents and purposes, all that stood between them and Matathran. The temptation to simply stray off the road and bypass the small checkpoint itself was considerable...

But ultimately not worth the risk. At least here at the sea of slate, even given the uneven and rough terrain, the Empire had little need of walls or ever-vigilant squads, when they had entire armies out on patrol. That, and the consequences of being caught within the borders without having first visited the checkpoint did not bear mentioning.

Lee took a deep breath. Getting into the Vlaanburg Electorates was demanding enough. The rumors around had reached the good ‘Independent Traders’ about their vampiric overlords. Even now Lee expected one to descend upon them to suck out their blood. Matathran was a whole different kind of beast though. The hate of the Primordials hanging in the air, he swore he could feel it. The billowing dust, blown up by entire armies marching, did little to put him at ease. “Ah…yes.” Muttered Lord Ittain next to him. “Do you feel it, young Truth-Seeker?” the soft voiced elder asked.

“I feel fear.” He admitted. “Are you sure you want to come with us, Lord? The road will be no less perilous. And Matathran is a bad place for you to be.” Lee had grown somewhat attached to the old during their travels. Besides, he was one of the greatest of House Ulstur. Lee knew his own death, while significant, would not impact Vallenguin as much as the death of Ittain. It was the first time, death seemed very real and uncomfortably close. If their covered dropped, they were dead. Or worse, they would become traitors of vallenguin. He shook his head, it wouldn’t serve him well to ponder on such things, not so close to their goal now.

Lord Ittain had watched him for a moment and then grinned .”Oh but my foolish youngling. I should be here. I should, I should. Don’t you hear it, Lee? Don’t you hear the voices? The Primordials are calling, yes. They are calling.” Without any delay, the old man began to walk up to one of the soldiers guarding the outpost. “Hello there! Yes, yes, hello!”

The old man had moved before Lee could realize it, already engaging the strange and foreign warriors of the north. With his common eccentric greetings, waving his arm around. Lee dashed next to the man, hoping his behavior wouldn’t be frowned upon. “Greetings, we’re simple pilgrims, asking to enter Matathran, good sirs.” Lee did his best to sound as polite as possible. Even though he disliked the groveling intensely.

"First prospective entrants today." The soldier in question sat just outside the watchtower's stable. The man was clearly of lesser breeding, having a sickly palor and with hints of a distended gut beneath his chainplate hauberk and leather cuirass - but he was otherwise more altogether and seemly than some of the pikemen the seekers had seen in the electorates, where each man was expected to buy their own equipment. From their preliminary investigations into Matathran, the seekers knew that every footman was outright given their arms and equipment, and as indicated by the distant swirling clouds of dust, nearly all of them had a fair amount of training. Meaning even this bedraggled man before them, who would not be worthy of even the lowest of untouchable castes in the Heavenly Sphere, might have posed a significant threat to the seekers on his own - and he was the least of the soldiery they could expect to find in the Empire. He gestured errantly with a free hand while masking a yawn with the other, giving the seekers and their bodyguards a brief, sweeping examination. "I must say, you seem awfully well arranged for pilgrims...and rather well protected." As he spoke, several other soldiers approached from the nearby tents, approaching each member of the assembled party in turn, pointing and muttering instructions as they went so they coudl examine the group's belongings.

Ittain, first looked rather admirably at the foreigner, suddenly turned around and wandered a few steps away. As if something else caught his blind interest. Lee on the other hand tried to laugh off the comment: “Oh… well we prefer to be well protected everywhere we go.” He tried to shrug off. “Just a safety measure I suppose.” Lee was clearly nervous, even though he had his mercenaries in tow. His eyes followed the other guards, carrying out the examinations. They didn’t carry anything of illegal nature. Well, unless the guards found the strange glyphic drawings of Lord Ittain’s book, who freely handed it over while watching a butterfly, were offensive. “I hope our goods are all in order.” Lee said, before he heard the old man yelling.

“No! Don’t you dare deface that! No! No!” the man kept yelling as the examination guard was about to pour hot wax for a stamp on the book. “It’s very essence is invaluable! Worth a thousand times a thousand peasants wages! You’ll ruin it! Ruin it.” The frail old man tried to get a grip on the book, trying to pull it back. But the guard was obviously stronger than a frail, grey old man.

"Compose yourself, foreigner." The offending guard said ruefully. "The stamp is temporary, and you will thank us for it - without it or a receipt, you might receive a citation for any tomes in your possession. If you cannot abide it being stamped, you had best either discard it or else turn back."

“A thousand times a thousand wages, I tell you!” Ittain kept screaming, as if he didn’t even hear the guard. Eventually Lee, helped by a mercenary close enough, dragged Ittain off the book. Still, the old man kept kicking and screaming. Another mercenary took over from Lee. Both were required to keep the old man away and down. “Apologies for my grandfather. He is… disturbed sometimes. Please, stamp the book.” From the distance Ittain finally settled down. But more in defeat than calm as the stamp was put down on the book. Meekly he returned, taking the book from Lee who handed it back. He then turned back to the first guard. “I’ll assume everything is in order and we can continue on?”

The soldier stared past Ittain for a long while in contemplation, seeming to mull the idea over as the remaining guards withdrew. Out from the stable came two ill-kempt but finely dressed scribes wearing dyed robes, both carrying thin stacks of pocket-sized parchment pages.

"You are the first prospective visitors today. The Invigilator has not even risen from his bedrest yet. Now, if he were presiding over this process, he would insist on a discretionary citation for all of you just to make sure you keep your noses clean, what with all this ruckus you have caused and with the number of armed men you have with you. But it would be a shame to have to wake him. If you like, there is a convenience fee you could pay to..." He paused and turned briefly to one of the scribes, gesturing faintly in prompt.

"Expedite." The scribe provided helpfully.

"That. A modest fee to expedite your processing, if you will." The soldier gave Lee an unpleasant smile filled with browned teeth.

Lee knew this would happen, sooner or later. He just wished it would’ve happened later. Lee hadn’t hired the veteran Vlaanburgers just for showmanship. A discretionary citation would make their expedition ever so harder. Throwing Ittain, who was now feverishly reading his book somewhere on a rock, an evil eye, Lee conjured up his coin sack. “I suppose expediting the process would work in our favor. Two silvers, to be put to good use.” He held up the two silver coins with a neutral face. Hoping it would be enough to just get cleared and move on.

"Your generosity is noted." The soldier remarked jovially as he tucked the proferred coins away in a small purse hanging from his belt. "A few words of warning for your cooperation. First, your coin is fine here down South. The further North you go, the less it is going to do for you. Folk up North aren't as generous as I am. And of course, with the armies out on manuevers, you are probably going to be stopped a few more times on the way to Cruoix, or wherever it is you are headed. If you want to avoid having to...expedite more inspections, you might want to head Northwest, around the mountains, rather than heading directly for Cruoix. The route will be harder on your feet, but lighter on your purse."

“We thank you for your…generosity and your advice.” Lee made a small bow, a habit from back in Vallenguin. He took the papers he required and went on his way. Contemplating their root. He knew his purse was heavier than most pilgrims’. But at the same time, every search increased them being uncovered. And Ittain himself would become a problem as he was far too unpredictable. But on the other side, they needed more up to date maps and as the North was apparently not so keen on foreigners, he believed it to be best to go for Cruoix. Besides, they were honorable pilgrims. Not there to cause much trouble. Maybe they wouldn’t be stopped as often? And so, the group of Truth-Seekers marched for Cruoix.

Much to Lee's dismay, they were stopped twice on their journey - and both times, rather than having the fortune of dealing with a mere footman, Lee found himself bowing before stern officers with helms adorned with brass engravings and filigree, signifying their rank as Invigilators. They were much more brusque than the soldier at the watchtower had been, and while they did not ask many questions, they few they did had been forboding. At first, the seekers were relieved when the first patrol they ran across let them be without any trouble...

But when the second patrol stopped them, one of the soldiers took a keen interest in the silver seashell necklace that Lee wore. He had kept it tucked beneath the folds of his robe to prevent it from being spotted, but during the inspection the soldier had evidently spotted its chain.

"This curio is being requisitioned." The soldier declared, twisting the chain around Lee's neck so as to undo the clasp. The Invigilator frowned, but made no effort to stop the man.

“No wait!” Lee yelled as his necklace was taken. The silver seashell was important. It allowed him to detect the faintest amount of magic in his surroundings. Invaluable on an expedition like these. He almost tried to grab it back, but then realized that it would endanger the expedition. “What kind of backward place is this?” he muttered half-defeated to himself. Back at Vallenguin, not even a Decksnake bastard would have the guts to take something from a Truth-Seeker. The punishment for that was death. Slaves tried it, thinking valuables could buy their freedom. On them that very rule was enforced. But here, in Matathran, it would look that those tasked with the protection and enforcement of the law were simple thieves themselves. He turned to the Invigilator and said: “You would just allow this!? Simple thievery?”

"You will be given a receipt for the item. You may exchange it for its fair value in marks at any Imperial Demesne." The Invigilator said simply, even as one of his men finished marking a slip of parchment. Scribbled almost incoherently upon it below infintesimal scripture were the words 'shiny ribbed necklace.'

"The nearest one is located in the city of Cruoix, you may ask any of the officers you see there for directions." He started as a drum-beat blared in the distance, and signaled his men to form up again. "I do not have time for this. Move along, foreigner."

Lee had to watch on for a moment as the soldiers moved on. It was as if stealing was made legal. He just couldn’t believe it. Looking at the receipt, he nor the Vlaanburger mercenaries could read it. “That’s going to earn you one copper keychain.” On of the mercenaries joked. But Lee wasn’t in the mood for jokes. The necklace was invaluable for the operation. While not rare on itself, it was an artifact made in Vallenguin. The young Truth-Seeker was concerned. He would never live down the shame of being a traitor of Vallenguin.

“Worry not, youngling.” The old man, Ittain came standing next to him. “No mage, wizard, witch or something beyond will trace the magic back.” Surprised, Lee looked down at Ittain. Normally the man was as unfocused on the outside world as ever. But right now, his book was closed and even though he was blind, it was as if his eyes followed the men.

Eventually the expedition reached Cruoix. The Truth-Seekers checked in at an inn, while Lee went out on the street to look for a mapper. Inquiring with another brass-helmed Invigilator as to where he might find a map, he was answered with a contemptuous smile.

"Oh, you will find maps have their own little quarter in the market by the main gates. You will know them when you see them."

The Invigilator had spoken truthfully, and the meaning behind his levity became immediately evident. Hearing a call in the markets proclaiming maps and cartographical charts for sale, Lee ventured forth - only to find, to his horror, an entire plaza packed to the brim with map vendors, ranging from near-beggars seated on reed mats to stall-men and women to mysterious, cloaked figures in ornate carriages. Hundreds, thousands of parchments with insriptions and detailing hung from racks and were bound together in bundles, strewn across the ground or hanging from lengths of rope - each allegedly a map of Imperial Matathran, and each completely and entirely different in a dozen or more ways.

"Legendary maps! Untold and unfound secrets of ancient yore, found only here and herein mine works! A silver mark each, to service destiny is price enough..."

"Maps for the cautious wanderer, every Agate burrow and funnel-web that ever was or will be! Path your way around the Aeolian harp! Walk the unseen whisper ways of the old world...!"

"You there, foreigner! You need a map?"

That last comment was all it took. Lee found himself besieged by more than a dozen map peddlers and vendors of dubious quality, their clamoring inaudible altogether as they shoved ragged and torn pieces of parchment in his face, some of which were barely passable as the scrawlings of a child.

What was supposed to be Lee’s version of heaven, quickly became his hell. As he was almost assailed from all sides by maps and vendors, he could only see flashes. But the flashes were enough to make him shudder. “How do you mess up west and north!?” he yelled at one as the map’s compass was clearly flawed. “No thanks you. I don’t- No I don’t want to meet my destiny! No-No let me trough. Let me through. No I don’t care about your stupid harp!” he yelled, finally getting free and practically fleeing off the plaza in a side street, with his sole bodyguard soon to follow.

“I’ve seen skirmishes less chaotic than that.” He remarked to Lee, who had to take a moment to catch his breath. “How am I going to buy a new map in that chaos?” he asked himself. It was then that a stroke of genius hit him. Reinvigorated he went up on the plaza again. He approached one of map-vendors. He looked shabby but had a cart, so Lee assumed he was doing something right. “Hey, you there! No, No I don’t care about those mountain passage maps. Listen, I need a map of Matathran with its cities, roads, rivers and holy sites. If you can show me a vendor with the right map, you get three silver coins.”

"That knowledge is worth more than every map I have here! Ten silver!" The merchant shot back in a hush voice. "And keep it down."

Lee asked himself why a vendor would want to keep a hushed noise. But Lee lowered his voice. “I’m paying you seven, tops. Take it or leave it but I’m sure there are enough of you here that can help me out for less.” Lee wasn’t that expertise in haggling, but ten felt a little steep. How was any real pilgrim or merchant ever find his way around Matathran!?

"You're not the first foreigner with half a brain, ten silver is already half as much as anybody else will ask. But silver in my pocket is better than theirs - make it eight silver."

“Fine, eight. Now go find me that map.” Lee was becoming rather impatient. The very place felt somehow wrong. It felt somehow dirty and shadowy. He couldn’t remember the last time buying a map felt like this. But in Cruoix, they succeeded in that.

"Absolutely none of the maps here are what you want." The vendor said without any hint of shame once he had snatched the coins from Lee's hand. "Just go to the Imperial Demesne and ask after the cartographer there, they'll get you an official map. For a price. This place out here is just for yokels, vainglorious idiots, and less intelligent foreigners."

Lee handed him his silver. But with a fairly stunned look on his face. He turned to the mercenary. “Did… that just…” And then it dawned on him. The Invigilator. The man had sent him completely the wrong way. At that moment, Lee wanted nothing but to yell, kick and scream. These people, protectors of the people, were straight up bastards. Less than freemen! Angry he stomped off, going out to find the Imperial Demesne. Eventually he did find it. But his friendly demeanor had vanished. Instead of polite greetings and curt bows, he almost snapped off the clerk there. He paid the price for his chart, but Lee’s patience was wearing thin already.

Legend of the Silver Legion Redux (Open)

Nation Sheet

Vallenguin, the Land of Mist

Government

Vallenguin is ruled by the Grand Council, consisting of the 10 great Houses. Each sends a representative (commonly the matriarch or patriarch of the family) to each council session. The Grand Council is generally only summoned once a year to decide on the greater course of Vallenguin. Power within the council depends on the prowess said family showed in the Magus Games of that year. Lower administrative duties depend on the ruling House. The Patriarch or Matriarch position is hereditary, running from holder of the title to the eldest child. In dire times, a supreme ruler is chosen. While the position holds no actual title, it is commonly referred to as the 'Greater King'-position. In the whole history of Vallenguin, that position has only been filled once and it cannot be carried across bloodlines. Once the Greater King dies, a new is chosen should the need arise.

Geography

Stuck in the armpit of the Holy Sphere, the land of Vallenguin is well hidden away. To the north you’ll mostly find sandy shores, with on the other side of the canal the Huayuan’s land. To the eastern shores the sandy shores continue. The Western shores become much more cliff-like, until the very western tip, where the cliffs reach their highest point. Then following the southern coast, the cliffs shrink again, about 3/4th of the shore. Then they make place for the white beaches. The landing place of the First Exiles. So here, in the South-West of Vallenguin lays Hudrin, the capital city. Towards the East, in the mainland you’ll mostly find forests and plains. Nearing the West-Eastern cliffs, you’ll find Wraequin, the Weathered City. These two are connected with a road, but that’s the only road on Vallenguin. Many slaves toil away in the feels between these two cities.

Culture

Hidden Land
Vallenguin was created by Exiles who, by chance, gathered on a small island just outside of the Heavenly Sphere of Huayuan. Through painful diplomacy the Exiles could maintain their independence but act as a proxy for the Huayuan. To maintain that ability, Vallenguin does everything in its power to remain hidden from the vast nations. Instead they try to spread false rumors and myths surrounding them. The most common rumor is that of the Pirate Haven. As Vallenguin’s acts of piracy grew more numerous, and they vanished so quickly through the fog back towards the East, many rumors say that somewhere in that sea is a small island that is a true Pirate Haven. More educated people will have heard rumors of a so called Freehold City State, a place for artistic and magical talent. A true Utopia.

Lesser & Greater Houses
Born from the ancient Exiles, the Lesser and Greater Houses form the framework for Vallenguin. Greater Houses generally rule over cities directly and allow their subordinate Lesser Houses to manage the smaller villages and so on. Higher Houses often give their children important positions like High Admiral of the Dreadfleet. While Lesser Houses fill the ranks of Seafangs. While Lesser Houses must answer to their liege, they generally still exercise a lot of power over so-called freemen, people who are not slaves but not affiliated with any House either.

Blood Purity & Magical Affinity
Obsessed with magic and the power it brings, the earliest Exiles that landed at Vallenguin began to map their ancestry back to the Primordials. When the Exiles formed their houses, blood became an important factor, as it is one of the three known factors for magical aptitude. When Houses marry, skill, talent and prestige are important, but so is the purity of the Houses. Many lesser houses are generally lesser in blood purity, while the Greater Houses will do everything to breed stronger and purer mages. This makes marrying upwards rather tricky. Only to be done through skill, talent and prestige can it be achieved. However, there will always outsiders that are purer, more talented or gathered more skill. Even though Vallenguin wants to maintain its mystical, hidden nature, it desire for power outweighs it. Individuals, especially in the west, can be invited to be adopted into one of the Houses. Though such invites must first be explained before the Grand Council, so that no needless amounts of them are send out and Vallenguin remains hidden.

The Trials
As said before, each House’s power within the council comes from their power in magic. This power is gauged yearly during the Trials. The Trials are a week long time of challenges. On the first day or two, heirs of Lesser Houses are pitted against each other in an attempt to win favor with their Greater House, as well as to settle rivalries. These battles are not just to decide who is stronger. They are an attempt to secure important posts like captain for a Waverider or even Dreadship. After that come the heirs of the Greater Houses, facing off against each other. This is the first part where that year’s power of that Greater House is decided. Not every Trial demands the heirs to face off directly. The Trials of the Stars, for example, drop off each heir on a small boat on the sea. Using the stars and their own knowledge they must reach Vallenguin again. On the final days the entire generations of the Greater Houses and their subordinate Lesser Houses join together in an all-out battle. There are magical wards in place to make sure nobody is killed, but this gauges the power of each Greater House the most. Two weeks after the Trials, the Grand Council gathers.

The Academy of Exiles
There are few institutions in Vallenguin, considering the nation itself is so young it didn’t even exist during the Era of Legends. Never the less, one institute was born when the very first Exiles set foot on the land. The Academy of Exiles began as a place where knowledge was shared among the Exiles that arrived. Scrolls and books were voluntarily given up, in return for access. When the Houses were established, a conscious choice was taken to gift governance over it to one House. In return, the House would never be named Greater or Lesser. It would have no chair at the Grand Council, but it wouldn’t be a subordinate either. When marrying, the other person would join the House, no matter the prestige or gender. So nobody could marry him/herself out of the many demands of the position. In the end House Ulstur took up the task of Keepers.

These days, that one small hut gathering all those scrolls and books became the Arcania, the largest Academy on Vallenguin. A myriad of diciplines are taught to children for all Houses, Greater and Lesser. True to their vow, House Ulstur has never tried to exert any semblance of power. Instead, they alone have send the most envoys in pursuit of knowledge. In fact, the name Ulstur is the only name that some rumors outside Vallenguin share. Their sages, dressed in mothed, grey robes and carrying gnarled wooden staves, can sometimes be seen accompanying the strange, rich dressed independent merchants. But the Ulstur Sages carry gold, enough to buy the books and scrolls they must have.

Arreantis, the Reclaimed Primordial of the Southern Sea
Arreantis was once a Primordial that had exiled herself into the Southern Sea, far from the surface world. Instead she lived beneath the waves, with the fishes and other creatures of the sea. She was a stern but fair Primordial, often warding off storms to those who prayed for her. Yet she send waves and storm for those that exploited the sea and took the calm waters for granted. She was a rarely worshipped, and when she died all knowledge of her swiftly vanished from the surface world. Until Leviathan was awoken. The ancient being, after years, told the Choir about his maker: Arreantis. The Primordial of the Southern Sea. With this one tale, the True-Seers began their dives again, searching for anything on the bottom of the sea that could point to the ancient, forgotten Primordial.

These days she has the largest Temple in Hudrin, the Capital. Her worship is wide-spread amongst Vallenguin. Both the Pirates and Merchants pray to her, one in public by sometimes even sacrificing captors to her, the others pray in secret. Each hoping that her god-like power that they believe remains amongst the people will bless them and their voyage on sea.

Pirates and Merchants
To the outside world, Vallenguin does not exist. Instead they see two facets of it. The first are the Merchants. Travelers and traders that bring goods from Huayuan. They will maintain that they are independent traders, not affiliated with any nation. As strange as that might sound, they will continue this claim. Most Merchants do truly go out to trade with the outside world, forming a bridge between Huayuan and the other nations. Of course they heed the demands of the Huayuan. However some have other primary interests. Many Truth-Seekers and House Ulstur sages travel amongst the Merchants, disguised.

The Pirates are another part, completely separated from the Merchants. There are strict rules to maintain the unaffiliated status. No noble that was once a Merchant can ever become a Pirate. Nor vise versa. These pirates operate on the Southern Sea. They raid merchants, patrols and fishermen alike. The Pirates often vanish in mist and towards Huayuan, using the massive country as a passive shield against anyone who would give chase. At Hudrin they dock and trade the stolen goods with Merchants who then transport it towards Huayuan’s Southern Peninsula.

Both these factions are part of Vallenguin’s official forces.

Military

There are not enough people on the island (including the slaves) to fend off any nation's invasion. In fact, if Huāyuán wanted, they could just reconquer Vallenguin again. What separates them from others are the pursuit for magical talent and ability. Mages are bred in the houses and their expertise is applied everywhere possible in an attempt to nurture even more skill. On land, Vallenguin's individual career soldiers are fair. Though very low in numbers. On the sea, however, they become a real hidden menace. In terms of size, the fleet is small but compared to the other nations, it's not too bad. However, it is each ships quality that brings the treat. While slaves row away in the lower decks, career soldiers man the upper decks, ready to fire magic, arrows or to board an enemy ship and ruthlessly and indiscriminately slaughter everyone onboard. Only to vanish in a thick fog.

Navy Ships

Waveriders

Every fleet needs its smaller ships. The Waveriders are small raider ships that harass small fishermen boats or regional merchants. Generally armed with only one ballistae, a Waverider on his own can easily be scared off with only one decent ship. However, they have a nickname: “Storm heralds”. For when a Waverider is spotted, a Dreadship might be near. Waveriders, unlike their larger cousins do not carry a magical mist around. Instead they mostly rely on their speed and agility. Waveriders are also commonly used to recon parts of a coast and even explore beyond well known seas, as it is technically deep sea worthy. Though most captains prefer not to stray too far from known shores.

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"From the fog they came. Dark ships with dark sails, carrying dark hearts. We barely saw them before the water turned against us. Before the indifferent sea churned against us. Before we could grab our spears the wood beneath us splintered. Boys, mere boys, were thrown around like dolls. The sea swallowed everyone. Veteran and newling alike. Why I was spared, I do not know. The only things I saw were black shades hauling our crates off. Then the black ships, with black sails carrying black hearts vanished again in that wretched fog." - Sole survivor of a Dreadship attack

Dreadship

The spine of the fleet, Dreadships are the bane of any sailor worth his salt. Dreadships are built to hit hard and hit fast, only to vanish again in the thick, magical fog conjured by their onboard mages. Some legends say that Dreadships somehow manage to sabotage their targets underwater before they attack. This is untrue, however they can deliver a terrible amount of damage through broadside mounted ballistae. On the side there are a few spots where boarding planks can be lowered, effectively hooking the ships together with them.

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"Nothing is quite as fearsome as seeing that black iron, jagged edged harpoon. We were no longer masters of this sea. Were were prey. And the hunters had caught us. The wind blew wrong and the current should have taken use the other way. But when our sails, those chains clattered and rang, like bells heralding our doom. What else could I have done but jump ship? But I do not count myself among the lucky. I have to live with that now. And tonight, when I'm with both my legs on solid ground, I'll still hear the rining of those chains." - Dreadnaught Survivor

Dreadnaught

A larger, more menacing version of the Dreadship. A Dreadnaught often leads a small fleet of Dreadships for a true raid of the coastline. When that happens, neither fishermen nor merchant is safe. Dreadnaughts prefered tactic is to ram, while also chaining an enemy ship to them through the front ballistae. Dreadnaughts are very few in number but each and every single one of them are dangerous in their own unique ways. As generally the Captains are also Admirals of a small part of the Dread Fleet. Each Admiral, depending on from which House he/she is, modifies the Dreadnaughts in their own ways. Meaning that no Dreadnaught is truly the same. Burning wreckages are often a tell tale sign of a Dreadnaught attack.

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"Don't ask me. I beg you don't ask me about it. I've fled my entire life from it. I swore, after 20 years, I swore I'd never board a ship again. The seas are not safe. Go away. Go away!" - Stormsleeper victim

Stormsleeper

Does it bring the storm? Or does the storm follow the ship? Is there even a storm? Or is it all a myth? Questions surround Stormsleeper. The vague, infamous ship is a presence on the sea that few ships can match. It instills a fear in even the most seasoned of shippers. Very much a floating city, Stormsleeper is the crown jewel of the Dreadfleet of Vallenguin and only captained by the most accomplished of the Houses. The Captain of the Stormsleeper is one of the few issues voted on in the Grand Council. But with reason, for when Stormsleeper awakens from its slumber, it does not raid. It does not wage war. It destroys at best, and brings the void at worst. Fear the storm.

Troops

Decksnakes

Decksnakes are vicious fighters. They wear leather armor and sleek swords to remain agile and fast on the decks they invade. Decksnakes make up the bulk of the corsair forces, commonly manning Waveriders, these swift and dangerous people are often pulled from lesser (or even bastard) sons and daughters of the nobility. While decksnakes are not really looked down upon (because they do fulfill a public service) there is little chance that they will ever grow beyond anything. However, professional decksnakes can amass great wealth and prestige, becoming lesser nobles when they retire and thus safeguarding a better future for their children.

Decksnakes go through a lesser trail period on some short route sailing Waveriders to give them their sea legs, as well as to train them in naval warfare. After that they are stationed on further expedition and often experience their first boarding. Decksnakes are told that viciousness and merciless action is required to survive, thus reinforcing the teachings of brutality. They wield sleek swords and throwing knives. Some Decksnakes take to coating their blades in poison as well, shortening fights considerably. However, Decksnakes stand little no chance against trained soldiers and career marines dressed in chainmail and plate.

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Seafang Marines

Pulled from the more respectable ranks than Decksnakes, Seafang Marines make up the bulk of the troops onboard a Dreadship (or any ship bigger). They are trained with both the bow and sword and wear lightened armor which can be easily dropped should the Marine fall in the water. All Seafangs go through harsher training on land first. Often swimming in cold, night time waters after which they are forced to shoot their bow till dawn. Some lesser families have called out the practices as torturous on their sons, however the results speak for themselves. Seafangs can stand their ground against seasoned Marines and sailors and often come out victorious.

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Mist & Storm Mages

Mist Mages made Vallenguin possible. Was it fate or was it luck that one of the first Exiles had mastered Mist magic? It does not matter. Mist Mages have an important role on both the land and on most ships. They are masters of water and illusion magic. Their mastery allows them to hide the island for all that do not know how to search for it. They maintain the Fogstones, beautifully crafted monoliths surrounding the island’s shore. Who amplify the thick fog and the myriad of illusionary threats. Illusions bounce off the mirrored water, making things look smaller, or bigger than they really are. On boats they form Covebands, groups that stick together to cast their magic. They hold the thick mist together around ships and even fleets, while casting imagined threats against the enemy. Victims of Mist Mages often believe they saw strange phantasm lights in the distance, or heard a woman sing. Each ill omens on a very calm, very dark sea. Thus brining fear in the hearts of soon-to-be victims.

Particularly gifted Mist Mage Covebands ascend to Storm Mages together, after many years on sea. Storm Mage Covebands are even more dangerous than Mist Mages. Some say they can carry storms with them. This is not entirely true, instead they work long and hard before a battle to create weather conditions that are favourable for a storm, and then try to bend the harsh winds and lightning to strike their enemies. Yet the talent and skill required make a Storm Mage Coveband a rare thing indeed.

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Arreantian Knights

The Arreantian Knights are all part of House Egerin, part of the Second Exiles. Their affinity to the sea and water knew no bound and they were one of the first to start diving in the Southern Sea. There the people of the old, venerable house are said to have found the Fountain of Arreantis, underwater. Details of this site are vague as none of the Knights speak of it. What is know is that people of House Egerin, when they wish to, dive down to that place and become Arreantian Knights.

Arreantian Knights are something different all together. They aren’t trying to control the sea and water, they very much seem to be it. As waves they can clash upon ships and coasts. Their connection to the creatures of the sea is closer than their connection to humans sometimes and most dangerously of all, they can jet out of the water high enough to land upon most ships’ deck. Arreantian Knights are rarely seen beyond the Southern Sea and Vallenguin. Outside Vallenguin and the Holy Sphere, there is nigh no knowledge of them. Not even in sailors’ stories.

Others

World Hauler

The world is a vast place. One of many dangers as well. But also many riches. Merchants that dare to go beyond the known coasts are rewarded with exotic goods. With this in mind, the first World Hauler was created. A vast ship that can carries both the food required and also the goods to sell in strange lands. The massive ship also allows many more people to come along with the trip, and that is what makes the World Hauler special. See, normally only a handful of merchants could sail along to barter their goods. Now other kinds of people can be carried. Strange pilgrims and grey sages. The Vallenguin World Hauler will deliver more than goods to the far reaches. It serves as a mobile base for more delicate forces. But that also means no World Hauler ever arrives in a port of no importance.

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Truth-Seeker

Vallenguin’s thirst for power will never seize to be. In fact, since the First Exiles, Vallenguin has searched endlessly for more power, more knowledge to use. It became such an important task that a special group was founded for it. The Truth-Seekers. People from both Lesser and Greater Houses can apply to become a Truth-Seeker. But not many truly make it. Truth-Seekers have one unifying trait: unstoppable curiosity. In early times they wandered the island of Vallenguin and even the small ports on the Heavenly Sphere’s Southern peninsula, in search for more knowledge, more names, more power. They were the divers that found Leviathan too.

Truth-Seekers these days have an even more difficult task. They travel to foreign countries under the guise of pilgrims and merchants, trying to find more answers while at the same time not betraying the existence of Vallenguin. Truth-Finders specialize more in Illusions, masking their presence and allowing them to move through the shadows should it be needed. They carry a dagger to defend themselves should it be needed, but they are barely trained and prefer to not get involved in any direct combat.

Heroes

Admiral Syvella of House Quinjin

"Sea Wraith, Pirate Queen, Stormbearer"

Captain Syvella. Both beautiful and dangerous. There is an eerie call to her, and many heirs of other houses have asked for her hand. But Syvella is bound to the sea. She became a Mist Mage in her youth, when she aided her sage father with maintaining the Fogstones in their cliff-filled land. From there she heard the elusive call of the sea. On the ships she went above and beyond her duties. Her and her Coveband began to tear apart hulls and pulled sharks from the depths to feat on the fallen sailors. When her Captain died during a boarding it was Syvella that took command. The Dreadship she served on became infamous for a short time, sailing beyond conventional hunting grounds and loading up on treasure. When she returned, she was offered the post of Captain permanently. Now, many years later and for 10 years in a row she has been voted as Captain of Stormsleeper and High Admiral of the West. Basically giving her command over the entire fleet should she so desire.

Captain Syvella is mostly feared through her magic. Some say she is blessed by the unknown God of the Deep. Others say she made a deal with some water demon. Some rumors would even dare say she was taught by a Primordial Dragon. Of course nobody would dare ask. What is true is that she is powerful on the sea. Captain Syvella wears the Sea Drake Crown, a Primordial Artifact greatly enhancing her Water magic. It was this object that allowed her to rise above her fellow Storm Mages.

Outside of Vallenguin’s land, Admiral Syvella is little more than a legend, a frightening tale told by sailors. She has many names. Sea Wraith is a favorite amongst lesser educated sailors, believing she is a wraith of a once beautiful maiden who was killed at sea by frightened sailors. Thinking she would bring doom is she remained aboard. The myth says that a being from the Deep took her and granted her power to avenge herself. Since then, she has roamed the West-Northern sea searching for unfortunate ships. More educated and skeptical people more commonly refer to her as the Pirate Queen, if they believe she exists.

Leviathan

Leviathan. The very name brings ill omens. In the myths, he has many shapes. That of giant squid is rumor’s favorite. Though it has been described as an island for Sirens as well. The truth is that it’s a golem of some kind. A construct created during the Age of Legends. It sank in that time as well. The Mist Mages that found the thing on the bottom of the sea, away from Vallenguin’s shores, believed that it was rather deactivated than destroyed. It took years after its discovery to learn almost anything about the object. Ancient runes engraved upon it’s large back appeared to have been mostly ceremonial, as well as almost unreadable. However, a breakthrough was made when its name was discovered: Leviathan.

After long years of begging the Greater Houses to allow for blood experiments, the Leviathan finally hummed with a bit of life. It is believed then that the Leviathan was sleeping, and that small samples of Primordial blood allowed it to rise up, carefully from that deep sleep. More blood was offered. In fact the blood experiments lasted for a full year before the Leviathan awoke. It went on a rampage and a few divers died when it shot off into the darkness, not to be seen again for another year. But when it returned, it appeared before the sandy shores of South-Vallenguin. Docile. Mages who had donated their blood said they could hear a whale-like song echoing through the night when it first appeared. Eventually those mages explained that the creature is longing for a home to defend. A place to guard over. When the Greater Houses told said mages that it could have a home in Vallenguin, if it indeed would defend the land.

How exactly those mages knew how to sing what is still not known. But they sang in an eerie tune that made even the most seasoned Mist Mages shudder in their bones. With not a word comprehensible, they did tell the Leviathan that it had found a home. It vanished below the waves again, the many lines on its back glowing a deep blue. Since then it has acted a guardian of Vallenguin’s shores. Crushing ships and dragging the men below the sea into a watery grave. It only communicates through the Leviathan Choir, compromised of the descendants of the mages that first donated their blood. The Leviathan is rarely spoken too, as he has never made a mistake in sinking the wrong ship yet. But when it must be addressed, it must happen through the Leviathan Choir.

Lord Ittain of House Ulstur

Greatest of the Truth-Seekers and House Ulstur's grey sages. Lord Ittain possesses a tainted kind of knowledge. He's half-mad and blind. Yet that doesn't stop him from scribbling along. Luckily he speaks clearly enough. Even though he's blind, one can often find him reading, somehow. To him, ink on paper is visible with a much deeper meaning. He claims he can see the essence of the message. The emotion it was written with. Revealing more about the text that any normal antiquarian could. Some have doubted his blindness but he very much is blind. As he often falls over things or must ask a nearby person to help him walk back to his office. If he sees anything beyond the letters and essence written down, he sees through the eyes of his familiar. A strange bird. It looks like an eagle but with snow white feathers and wonderful blue tips on them.

Lord Ittain was the youngest son of House Ulstur. Therefor destined to lead a life confined to the Exiled Academy. It was by his luck that he could visit the Leviathan Choir often. Discussing their knowledge of Arreantis and the Leviathan. He could also speak to several Arreantis Knights. Desiring more answers about her, Ittain implored his father to join the underwater expidtions. It was allowed. However, upon his search underwater he once wandered. He found a small quill tip. Upon touching it, a bright flash exploded from the tip. It was so bright that the others of House Ulstur saw it from the surface. A bit later they found a screaming and panicing Ittain, blind and mumbling.

At first he remained in his chambers, sealed off from the world. But when his father died, he came out of it, babbling about scrolls and books. Frantically rushing around the library gathering books and scrolls. At first his brothers and cousins believed he had truly gone mad. But that's not what happened. What happened was the discovery of a link between hundred of Primordial legends. Over the course of years, Ittain continued to piece together information, or write in a strange scripture. Believed to be half-mad and half-genius. He is a source of great amounts of information. Aside from his occassional strokes of genius, there is also a strangely high quantity of Promordial blood in him. While not unseen in any other humans, it certaintly breaks with the Bloodline documents and early reports on his Promordial blood levels.

Lady Isabelle of House Verridan

Few as beautiful as Lady Isabelle chose the harsh life of the sea. Many ladies at court prefer to stay on land, or let their ships not wander off far from the shores. But not Lady Isabelle. Even at young she sought the things that excited her. Be it the seduction of a married man, or the adventure to some unknown, mysterious place. Yet that did not mean that Lady Isabelle was a wild and uncalculated individual. She knew that in order to survive her adventurous streaks, she’d need skills. At the Exile Academy, she dove in books not meant for many people. Books that spoke of a consuming fire. Knowledge not meant to be used on a ship.

It took her years to translate the many signs but it was Ittain that provided the key to the lock she had carefully crafted. He came upon her and shared a seemingly useless bit of information. Yet that useless piece proved the key to deciphering the essence of the book. Since then, lady Isabelle has shown a proficiency in fire magic unseen in Vallenguin ever before. The proficiency was so great that she’s the only one who is allowed to use Fire Magic on a ship.

Five years ago, at the young age of 20, she entered the Bay of Seren. Ready to service her nation while delivering doom her enemies. And doom she brought. With her mastery of fire, she lit sails and wood aflame. The eat at the hull, ruin the canvas and burn the sailors. At Vallenguin she swiftly became famous for her terrible raids. Yet every year she still returns to Vallenguin to imperil every marriage on the island.

History

Last 20 years
Vallenguin, under the protection of the Heavenly Sphere, mist and myth has remained undetected even till present days. The ten Houses, while not united on every subject, have little hostility towards each other. Piracy attacks in the Eastern bay against Lynnfaire have escalated cautiously. Twenty years ago the first Dreadship has entered the Pirating waters there. The High Admiral then, Lord Easling of House Quinjin and father now current High Admiral Syvella has send in total a single Dreadfleet there, led by a single Dreadnaught. Increasing the acts of piracy from simple Waverider raids upon fishing ships and small traders to larger, international trading vessels. Mostly targeting Lynnfairian ones. Under High Admiral Syvella the deployment of Dreadfleets increased considerably, showing a more aggressive stance in the pirate acts as well.

Lord Ittain of House Ulstur has decided to send several expeditions towards Marathan. He believes the many Primoridal Sites houses knowledge that could proof useful. These expiditions will be deployed with the World Hauler ‘Northern Sun’. This will be the first time a World Hauler enters the Eastern Bay. Northern Sun will send its smaller crafts to dock at a Vlaanderburg port soon.

Long History

The First Exiles
From where they came is still very much up to debate, as many elders straight up refuse to talk about it. The only traces that can be found are in the Bloodline documents, indicating that the First Exiles came from the Bay of Seren, mostly from Lynnfaire. They came, presumably exiled, in the year 365 and landed on an uninhabited island. Presumed unclaimed, and with extremely undetailed maps of the Holy Sphere regions, the First Exiles built there homes here. Resentment for their previous countries was big and there was a feeble hope that maybe they could survive, thrive and take vengeance upon those who send them back.

This all changed upon the realization that they were painfully close to the Holy Sphere. Envoys were send in an attempt to negotiate. The nation was only 2 years old and hadn’t even a name. It was luck that they went for the Seasonal King of Summer, who unlike his brothers, did not hate foreigners outright. The envoys of the First Exiles swore eternal allegiance and adoption of the Tranquillistic believes. This was more an act of desperation than a well thought through deal. Never the less, Ao Run granted them their independence.

The Second Exiles
In the year 432, the Second Exiles came. Largely deemed the majority of the lesser houses. Around this time the Grand Council was established and the First Exiles formed themselves into the 10 Great Houses, and one stand alone: House Ulstur. The Second Exiles made their peace with being the lesser ones, as existence at Vallenguin proved to be bountiful and peaceful.

Tranquilism, initially taken up out of desperation, became an enlightenment. While no-one believed in Serenism anymore, Tranquilism was not taken up immediately. But now the idea was deemed pleasant by the general populace. Searches were launched to find Primordials or traces of them. This was done mostly as the Holy Sphere did not like Vallenguin worshipping Huayuan Primordials. Initial searches came out with naught.

Discovery of Arreantis
House Ulstur, using water magic, dove deep and far. It was in the year 477 that they discovered the Leviathan. A massive construct that laid dormant on the bottom of the South Sea. Through research, guesswork and experiments, they managed to reawaken the creature. In the year 478 it returned and the Leviathan Choir was formed. While the two rarely communicated, with every connection a deeper understanding for Arreantis was formed. Thus the first Primordial of Vallenguin was uncovered.

At the same time, House Egerin had its own deep sea expiditions. They discovered the Fountain of Arreantis, which gave them an unimaginable connection the South Sea. They became the main followers of Arreantis and erected a huge temple in her name at Hudrin. This event marks the true spread of Arreantis. With now a Goddess at the forefront, Tranquillism did not just become the practiced faith, it became a way of life. House Ulstur, to the present, continues to search names, images and knowledge of other, dead or vanished Primordials. While the Arreantis Knights and House Egerin continue to search the South Sea for more signs of their great goddess.

Time of Mist and Black Sails
In the year 493, Ao Run demanded that Vallenguin would hold true to their promise. The target was said, the fangs were needed. Since the Second Exiles, Vallenguin has hidden itself in thick fog and strange illusions. That knowledge, as well as the marine knowledge would now be put to the test. The first Waveriders were dispatched for the Eastern Bay. Initially piracy rewards were small but promising. Aside from loot, the Holy Sphere supported the piracy efforts in coin as well.

In the year 501, the first Dreadship was released upon the Eastern Bay. This first ship, named “Vallenguin’s retribution”, was made famous at Vallenguin for the cheer amount of ships it sank each year. Her captain, Syvella, was daughter of the High Admiral. When he resigned from office, citing old age. His final demand was to promote his daughter to the station of admiral and leading the first Dreadfleet at the Bay of Seren. In less than 10 years she became High Admiral and captain of Stormsleeper. Even though the dreaded ship is kept hidden and away from the bay of Seren. In the last 5 years, High Admiral Syvella as increased the amount of pirating ships in the Eastern Bay significantly.

Relations

The Kingdom of Lynnfaire - Vallenguin has send many smaller raids against Lynnfaire, mostly meant to distrupt fishing and small, regional trade. However, recently the pirate attacks have increased massively. Captains are commanded to kill everyone, unless they are on a return voyage to Vallenguin. Then taking slaves is allowed.
Holy Sphere of Huayuan - The only nation that knows of Vallenguin's existence. Vallenguin has special trading rights on the Southern Peninsula and many traders go from the western nations here and back, trading. Vallenguin knows that they are still looked down upon, but under the protection they have survived and thrived.

Characters

Lee Quinjin

A Truth-Seeker of some renown, Lee is the younger brother of Syvella. He leads the first expedition into Matathran, hoping to uncover more about the Primordials. Lee is a faithful servant, believing the Primordials that died will be resurrected and those that vanished will return. As Truth-Seeker he lacks combat skill but makes up for it in general knowledge and youthful desire for adventure.

Optional section. Put any info about any characters here. Examples of this would be your kings or queens, military leaders, and non-hero “badasses”. You can also put more detailed info of your heroes here as well.

The Empty Throne: War in the Broken Lands

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Yes, though religious persecution/a holy war in the (recent?) Past against you by more pious clans or even by a previous high king might be cool. Your clan holding the high kings throne at some point in history might also be interesting. The Reign of Gore/the Heresy of Blood or whatever sounds like it might be a cool historical memory. Also of note, the Gore Lord, whatever it is, is like definitely real and interacts with the world, mostly through Oracle's at the Blood Spring.

@Flagg

Just out of curiosity, what sort of boons would he grant?

Being raided is no problem. Let them come, we enjoy blood. No matter where it comes from. Furthermore, the Reign of Gore/Heresy of Blood (depending on the viewpoint I assume) sounds absolutely awesome. Would give my clan a good reason to start fighting for the throne. Would also fit with my current king. Who had to fight a bloody civil war first, after which he made his own brother be dragged behind his chariot. Only to end him at Blood Spring as a sacrifice for the Gore Lord.

Things I was currently thinking off was the idea of tattoos to showcase each warrior's skill, while scars on his arms would indicate how many men he killed. So basically, a heavily tattooed guy with lots of scars = big, big trouble.