The Story of the Lost scrolls of the Nu' Rhul (nah-rool);
This story begins by remembering the Mighty families of the Nu' Rhul;
An Duke (Sigil; Bear)
Silver-Blood (Sigil; Wolf)
Drakke (Sigil; Dragon)
Arrandhuk (Sigil; Oak Tree)
Eve (Sigil; Moon and Stars)
Seredin (Sigil; Falcon)
War-Fang (Sigil; Sabre-tooth Tiger)
The Nu' Rhul (or The Last Consort) are a group of self proclaimed knights who posses abilities to manipulate the elements with very little energy. They were heavily trained in order to bend these forces of nature to there will and are taught to only use these powers for the good of the world.
Significantly different from Mages as these gifts require no spells or staffs to act as a vessel. Nu' Rhul can bend and use these elements in there current state and change how they act. They are simply able to manipulate them with very little force and command them to their will.
The Nu' Rhul were formed over five thousand years ago. Through the inability to control these gifts at first, families of all races from all over the content we're exiled from society. Finding each other through fate and chance, six families commandeered and ship and sailed to find new land.
After weeks at sea, navigating the cruel oceans, the families found a deserted island. Further exploration showed the island was once home to a clan of mysterious elves who's crumbled temples and housing remained as a reminder of what was.
Arrandhuk was the last remaining decedent of the elves still alive on the island. He lay motionless, meditating, on the mountainside when the families found him. He told the families how he had foreseen there presence and that he himself was honoured with the gift of seeing and manipulating time. Arrandhuk explained to the families that his island was a great temple to a race of High Elves who could see future events and help govern the lands based on there sight. The elves began to be disliked buy other lands who felt there presence was invasive and self righteous.
A great wizard by the name of Marglar (House Sigil; Raven with a crown of thorns) was sent to the island to convene with the elves over there gifted vision. Unbeknown to the elves Marglar was sent by the other lands start a civil war and put and end to there unnatural sight. Half a cycle passed and the High Elves had all but perished under Marglars fork tongue. The lands convened of the riddance of this menace and began arguing over who was responsible for the elves downfall. In the meantime, Marglar used this to keep the Kings trust as his advisor and began to utilise his new found power by bringing war to the nations, eventually ending the Kings reign and taking the seat for himself.
The six and Arrandhuk began to rebuild the island. Soon word spread of this small, sustainable nation as curiosity began to sweep over the lands. Arrandhuk cast a spell over the island allowing only people in dire emergencies or those with a magical gift to find solace. The Six began to right up guidance for how to govern there new society. They believed in true worship to the Nine for in thanks for there gifts and began to train in utilising them to there full extent. As new travellers were allowed passage, the six would work and train there new recruits and there families in the way of the Nu' Rhul.
Eventually the Consort would train an army that would be unleashed on Marglars forces in due time. Individually the family members crept into the land and bought light to the crimes of Marglars corrupt officials. They would grizzly assassinate Barons, lords and other corrupt officials, slowly Hunting down Marglars generals in order to bring justice to his tyrannical reign.
In a last ditch attempt, Marglar fled to sea. With a small force of his best men, Marglar cast a spell revealing the location of island. Marglar mounted an assault on a snowy night and slayed the entire islands residents and mortally wounding Arrandhuk. Upon the sixes return they found the lifeless bodies of there beloved and Arrandhuk, clinging to his last breath.
They tended to Arrandhuks wounds to keep him from death and they buried what relics and artefacts could be used against them, sealing away there teachings with there people in an underwater tomb. Arrandhuks injuries healed and a year later the Consort payed a visit to Marglars castle. With what remained of there forces still on land and any repressed, willing and able bodied individual the Nu' Rhul launched a full frontal assault on Marglars personal residents. The great battle lasting the entire night ended with Marglar and Arrandhuks final showdown. During the epic battle, Vaughn an Duke took his silver blade into the back of Marglar bringing the great wizard to his knees. As he drew his sword from his back the wizard looked up to see Arrandhuks grey misty eyes. As Arrandhuk honoured the Mage his right to his last word, Marglar threw Vaughn from his back out the tower, clapped his hands together and slammed his palms to the floor to cast a final spell. Arrandhuk sensed this final stroke of madness and followed the trend, slammed down his palms in some sort of counter spell.
Little was known to either Mage the true power of what they had done. In a split second the entire castle was raised to the ground. A huge crater lay where the castle one stood and thousands of deep cutaways lay around it like roots on a tree. The chasm that was left lay 3 miles from bottom to surface and was the size of its own country.
To this day the crater is still seen as an ill omen. Marglar is said to still be alive in the great chasm, rebuilding his army under the cover of the great crater. Arrandhuk is said to be buried. Rumours have it that the blast bought his true power to the surface and he froze his body, waiting for the right time to return. None of the Six were ever seen again. Nor were any of there bodies accounted for. There story of the last of the Nu' Rhul had no real ending…
The Fable of Titus Remear;
Titus Remear was remarked as the greatest pirate of all the sea’s in the known world. Known to all as ‘Titus the Bloody’ he sailed the sea’s in search for adventure and revenge. Little is known of Titus’ past. it is said that his farther was a poor man. A pugilist and a drunk, he could barely keep himself fed and housed, let alone look after his child.
As the folklore tells, Titus’ mother was a Siren. She led his father to a trap and instead of killing him, bore his child. She said that she had spared to his life in order to continue her legacy and it was now up to him to bring the child into the world a great man. He returned to Sirens Watch with his babe, unaware of Titus’ future
Titus’ father did the best he could to raise his child with the money he had but gradually found him self slipping further and further into debt.
One day Titus returned home to find his father beaten to the brink of death. He packed up there things and led his father away from Sirens Watch and towards the Old forest. Titus had heard wondrous stories of thieves and bandits who had disappeared in the expansive forest to be never seen again and to live in peace amongst the oaks and pines.
Alas, shortly after leaving the village, Titus and his father were hunted down by his debtors. Struck with an arrow to the nape, Titus watched his fathers lifeless, bloody body fall from the horse. Titus screamed as he approaches his father side awaiting the same fate, but for Titus the worst was yet to come.
Years and years passed and Titus was no longer a boy. He had spent his time working as a slave for the rich merchants aboard there ships paying off his fathers account. These men beat and humiliated Titus daily and he would scrub, cook, clean and serve as well as any physical labour manning his captains ship.
When sailing from Carthos, there ship hit an all-mighty storm, marooning them on an uncharted island, south of Amruhdin. Whilst repairs were being made to the ship, Titus and the captain went to explore the island. The island itself was a heavily populated Jungle. Crumbling remains of buildings existed between the foliage but it was all tinted greens and greys and heavily overgrown. After hours of scrambling and climbing through the remains of the island Titus fell through a covered patch of stone flooring and crashed into a room below. Looking around a weary Titus noted chests of what appeared to be gold and silver coins. In shock and awe, Titus announced his discovery aloud. The captain began to devise a plan and started to take what chests they could carry back to the ship. When all that was managed was removed from the vault Titus made his way to climb out.
The rocks and wood on the side of the room were unstable and began to start moving under his weight. He reached out to the captain and instead of a hand, Titus was met with a cold, steel blade. As the captain smiled Titus only then knew his worth in the crews eyes as he once again fell the floor, this time blooded and heavily wounded.
Betrayed and vengeful Titus lay there, dreaming of the men who had scorned him, killed his father and taken away his lively hood. Moonlight now glistened over the hole in the ceiling. Titus slowly rose to his feet as he felt the cold air on his back. Much of the treasure remained in the vault and Titus began to explore it further. He then noticed a small urn in one corner of the room. Fascinated by the ornate gold carvings on the vessel he proceeded to remove the lid. In a huge puff of purple smoke a voice spoke out. “You have awakened Danse from his slumber. You are now my Master, bound by the laws of the Jinn. With this, I will grant you three wishes”
Titus was speechless and utterly confused. The Jinn spoke again in its booming tone. “I grant you three wishes. Speak and I shall deliver…” Confused, Titus muttered under his breath, ‘Get me off this forsaken Island.’ “It is done” The voice boomed.
All went quiet around Titus. Minutes passed and Titus sat there clutching at the Vase. Then from the end of the room Titus herd an explosive boom. As he shot up he noticed the entire wall had caved in, exposing the forest and a way out.
Titus lept to his feet and pelted through the open cavern and ran all they way to the beach. The captain had fled the island at this point but Titus no longer cared. He was free of the stone prison and that was all that really mattered right now. Clearing his head, Titus climbed the edges of the cliffs that crested the shore, lighting a fire he waited patiently for a ship to cross his path. And as if by magic, that early morning a ship picked up the castaway and bought him into Ralia.
Paying his saviours with the small amount of treasure Titus was able to carry, he headed into Ralia and stayed there for a few nights, deciding on his next step. It was then Titus would make his second wish. “To seek revenge on the captain and his men”.
Titus hired a mercenary group to help him commandeer a vessel in Ralia and take to the seas as a fully fledged pirate. Years passed. No revenge was taken out yet but Titus had created a true name for himself. The most feared pirate in all of Carthos and Amruhdin and also known for his formation of the Cove. A Pirating community hidden away and built into the cliffs north of Ralia. Today it exists as an expansive city. Its still hidden and untraceable but to true pirates and rogues its a hidden home of crime and delight, built into the cliffs and waters on the south west coast of Amruhdin.
Years passed and stories of Titus’ work were renown. Noticing the threat in the ocean, the King put a bounty on the pirate lords head and set his best navy generals on alert to find him. On a calm night, with the stars glowing above, Titus and his men flanked and boarded the great Captains ship. With revenge on his mind Titus instructed his crew to leave the captain for him. Boarding the ship Titus’ crew began to riot and fight the soldiers on board. Storming is way into the master cabin, Titus drew his sabre, a cold smile spread over his face. Surprised by his nemesis the captain drew his sword and an intrepid battle began. Both tired and bruised, the captain went to strike a final blow at Titus. With all his strength Titus quick-stepped out the way throwing the captain from his balance and with one fell swing, Titus plunged his sabre deep into the lower back of the captain. Falling to his knees, weak and broken, Titus mustered his final strength lopping the head from the captains sholders.
Staggering from the cabin, soaked in blood, Titus held the head as a trophy and ordered the ship be raised to the sea as a warning to all who appose him.
As legend says, the burning ship was seen from the mainland by the other generals, in fear noticing that the captains own head was attached the the figurehead as a warning to all sea faring folk.
Titus’ reign continued for many years at sea before, and as rumour has it, his ship was sunk of the coast of the claws. It is said he was chased around Amruhdin by navel commanders before being flanked and sunk. Titus’ body was never recovered and as legend goes his ship sunk with his Jinn on board, still waiting to be recovered and with one last wish remaining…
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