Erenthal

 

Level	Archetype
3	All-Rounder

Move	Stk / Blk	Rng / Nim	Conc / Awr	For / Pre	Fate	Size	XP
d6	d8/d6	d4/d8	d4/d8	d8/d10	3	Large	0

Skills	Equipment
Beguile	Weapon 1 :	Spear
Strong (2)	Weapon 2 :
Unarmed Fighter	Armour 1 :
Natural Hunter	Armour 2 :
Flight	Item :	Signature Item (Flag)
	Special :

"Must a king's palace burn, to make room for one more splendid ?"

The Quiet Court, they called the palace over which his mother reigned, and her parents before her stretching back eight generations, all with an iron hand.  It was quiet both because of the awe she inspired in the courtiers, and because she knew how to identify trouble-makers and get rid of them expeditely.

Growing up in one of the western-most monarchies of Euwera, Erenthal loved the ocean, not power.  At least, not the way his mother wielded it.  A young man, he was torn between wanting to do it differently, or not wanting to do it all.

His mother called him a dreamer and an idealist, neither with scorn.  She accepted his differences, but was unashamed in telling him that she could not imagine him upon the throne.  As her only child he must, nonetheless, prepare.  He duly married - a match without love nor hate - and the couple bore two children of whom, he had to admit, he was fond at best.  He learned how to weave together the threads of kingship, not scorning his mother's knowledge even though he did not adhere to her methods.

Was it all for nothing, in the end ?  The Aegyptus had swept over Euwera and The Quiet Court was surely now but smoking ruins, and his mother's head nailed above the door of a temple to the New Gods.

The ocean had accepted him, then swept him away, far from duty, but with his closest companions.  It finally set him upon a distant, unknown shore, at the beginning of a new ideal. 

 

[Level 3] : starting level