Alberdyne_Cormyr
10-07-10, 12:48 AM
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The Past:
Corone. Tyamalndu. (Referred to as Tyamalndu by the ancient nomadic tribes of Corone) Thousands of years ago, pre-dating the Demon War, the ancestors of modern Coronians fought a war against the monsters that heralded from Ruild Forest. Worshiping the figurines of Lord Draconus, the ancient nomadic people were a war-like species. Well trained in the martial killing arts, the nomads fought amongst themselves in various wars, and also fought invading members of other races for generations. One such clan was clan Koremyr. (Ancient translation) Who were the progenitors of Clan Cormyr.
In the provinces of Tyamalndu, Koremyr was an influential clan of considerable standing with Lord Draconus. The patron of Clan Koremyr was a man named Muhadan Koremyr. A man lost to the pages of history and lore.
This man, one of the many warrior chiefs of the ancient nomadic tribes helped defend against the monsters of Ruild.
According to legend, Muhadan Koremyr was a powerful man. Standing upright and built like the ancient Coronians were build, the man had a majestic mane of black dreadlocks. He also wore the crown of tribal chief, and bore the markings of Dracnous on his body along with many battle scars.
Muhadan had orange coloured eyes, black hair, stood at approximately seven feet in height, and weighed roughly three hundred pounds of pure muscle. The blood of Draconus coursed through his veins so he was no mere mortal.
This man, now sat in a tent with the rest of the elders of the nomadic people. They came from all over Corone, from the coastal areas of Serendious (Serenti Province in the modern tongue), to the the northern shores hugging the Jagged Mountains. Their tent was located on the rolling hills of Tyamalndu. The nomadic people had settled in a small area of Tyamalndu forming a loose group of various tents. This would become modern day Tyamalndu and eventually Serenti, and Jadet.
The Elders deliberated amongst themselves, but one of them, the man named Muhadan stared at Alberdyne Cormyr fiercely.
"Arise." He said...
Today:
Restless nights were common of late. The year was C.P. 1820 and the month was September. The day was the twelfth of September, and the hour was the eight with twenty two minutes to spare in the early morning. Dyne found himself in his bed, in his house, in the merchant district of Radasanth.
Dyne's house was located on 43rd Street, Shelldon Avenue, number 53. The patron of his Clan, Melothac Cormyr, owned the house along with a workshop that was part of the market district. Melothac had a sizable fortune in his coffers and that's how Alberdyne Cormyr and Nahagaut Cormyr were educated. Dyne's Father paid for academy training for Nahagaut, and Dyne obtained his training in The Citadel itself for a potential military career himself.
It was on these matters that Dyne dreamed. Lately, that man with the dreadlocks appeared in his dreams oft. He had no name, only a figure with fierce orange eyes and dreadlocks. Dyne was awakening from a dream with that man in it once again, for the umpteenth time that month. September had produced very little sleep for the youth and he was having terrible nightmares. Nightmares that left the youth awake in the middle of the night with the cold-sweats.
Sitting up quickly with a start, Dyne wrapped the comforter around his person even tighter. He slept with no clothing on, skyclad, and his body was covered in cold sweat. He did not scream, the nightmares were common place now. When he wasn't dreaming of the man in his visions, he was dreaming of sapphire blue eyes watching him from the dark.
Dyne shivered as he sat in dark room, curtains covered the only pair of windows in the room. They were dark so as not to allow sunlight to filter into the youth's room. Though Dyne's main profession was that of a Blacksmith, he had followed his Brother's footsteps and had decided to become a Guard in the town of Underwood. Though it wasn't a grandiose military career, all great soldiers started from the bottom and worked their ways up. Holding his position for a few moments, Dyne struggled to catch his breath. He was hyper ventilating from the sudden movements of waking up, and the shock and fear of another nightmare.
His adrenalin was pumping as his heart raced. Dyne ran his hand through his long, red hair and sat on the side of the bed. Feeling the cool wooden floor against his feet, the youth stood up and walked over to a mirror. Looking back at his empty bed, Dyne realized with a pang that he was alone. No woman cared for someone like he, and he was lost in a modern age of political warfare and activism. Most of his friends had joined activist groups protesting the recently formed Corone Empire. A realist, Dyne did not care about The Empire one way or the other. If there was a way to profit off The Empire, his family would find it.
That was his main concern after all, his family. If he could protect his family then his life was all worth it. Dyne looked at a nearby table that sat near the center of his room. Focusing his psychokinetic powers, the youth conjured a psionic's bolt that wrapped itself around a nearby goblet filled with water. A bolt of green energy flew from Dyne's hand and summoned the goblet. Flying through the air, the goblet was soon in Dyne's hand and he was pulling the water swiftly until the goblet was empty. Dyne stared at himself in the mirror the entire time.
***
A time later, he was dressed in his guard's outfit. Employed by The Watch of Underwood, Alberdyne Cormyr's outfit was emblazoned with the markings of The Watch. His house was empty when he left it, and the youth decided it was time to go seek work or training, or both. So he found himself within The Citadel in the city of Radasanth. The battle-chamber was number twenty-seven and it was currently empty. The youth had already talked to the monks and he was going to manifest a very specific arena. An arena that had a close tie to his ancestors, though he would never realize that fact until much later in his life. Dyne opened the doors to battle chamber number twenty seven and stepped inside.
(Arena described in my next post unless YOU want to describe it yourself)
The Past:
Corone. Tyamalndu. (Referred to as Tyamalndu by the ancient nomadic tribes of Corone) Thousands of years ago, pre-dating the Demon War, the ancestors of modern Coronians fought a war against the monsters that heralded from Ruild Forest. Worshiping the figurines of Lord Draconus, the ancient nomadic people were a war-like species. Well trained in the martial killing arts, the nomads fought amongst themselves in various wars, and also fought invading members of other races for generations. One such clan was clan Koremyr. (Ancient translation) Who were the progenitors of Clan Cormyr.
In the provinces of Tyamalndu, Koremyr was an influential clan of considerable standing with Lord Draconus. The patron of Clan Koremyr was a man named Muhadan Koremyr. A man lost to the pages of history and lore.
This man, one of the many warrior chiefs of the ancient nomadic tribes helped defend against the monsters of Ruild.
According to legend, Muhadan Koremyr was a powerful man. Standing upright and built like the ancient Coronians were build, the man had a majestic mane of black dreadlocks. He also wore the crown of tribal chief, and bore the markings of Dracnous on his body along with many battle scars.
Muhadan had orange coloured eyes, black hair, stood at approximately seven feet in height, and weighed roughly three hundred pounds of pure muscle. The blood of Draconus coursed through his veins so he was no mere mortal.
This man, now sat in a tent with the rest of the elders of the nomadic people. They came from all over Corone, from the coastal areas of Serendious (Serenti Province in the modern tongue), to the the northern shores hugging the Jagged Mountains. Their tent was located on the rolling hills of Tyamalndu. The nomadic people had settled in a small area of Tyamalndu forming a loose group of various tents. This would become modern day Tyamalndu and eventually Serenti, and Jadet.
The Elders deliberated amongst themselves, but one of them, the man named Muhadan stared at Alberdyne Cormyr fiercely.
"Arise." He said...
Today:
Restless nights were common of late. The year was C.P. 1820 and the month was September. The day was the twelfth of September, and the hour was the eight with twenty two minutes to spare in the early morning. Dyne found himself in his bed, in his house, in the merchant district of Radasanth.
Dyne's house was located on 43rd Street, Shelldon Avenue, number 53. The patron of his Clan, Melothac Cormyr, owned the house along with a workshop that was part of the market district. Melothac had a sizable fortune in his coffers and that's how Alberdyne Cormyr and Nahagaut Cormyr were educated. Dyne's Father paid for academy training for Nahagaut, and Dyne obtained his training in The Citadel itself for a potential military career himself.
It was on these matters that Dyne dreamed. Lately, that man with the dreadlocks appeared in his dreams oft. He had no name, only a figure with fierce orange eyes and dreadlocks. Dyne was awakening from a dream with that man in it once again, for the umpteenth time that month. September had produced very little sleep for the youth and he was having terrible nightmares. Nightmares that left the youth awake in the middle of the night with the cold-sweats.
Sitting up quickly with a start, Dyne wrapped the comforter around his person even tighter. He slept with no clothing on, skyclad, and his body was covered in cold sweat. He did not scream, the nightmares were common place now. When he wasn't dreaming of the man in his visions, he was dreaming of sapphire blue eyes watching him from the dark.
Dyne shivered as he sat in dark room, curtains covered the only pair of windows in the room. They were dark so as not to allow sunlight to filter into the youth's room. Though Dyne's main profession was that of a Blacksmith, he had followed his Brother's footsteps and had decided to become a Guard in the town of Underwood. Though it wasn't a grandiose military career, all great soldiers started from the bottom and worked their ways up. Holding his position for a few moments, Dyne struggled to catch his breath. He was hyper ventilating from the sudden movements of waking up, and the shock and fear of another nightmare.
His adrenalin was pumping as his heart raced. Dyne ran his hand through his long, red hair and sat on the side of the bed. Feeling the cool wooden floor against his feet, the youth stood up and walked over to a mirror. Looking back at his empty bed, Dyne realized with a pang that he was alone. No woman cared for someone like he, and he was lost in a modern age of political warfare and activism. Most of his friends had joined activist groups protesting the recently formed Corone Empire. A realist, Dyne did not care about The Empire one way or the other. If there was a way to profit off The Empire, his family would find it.
That was his main concern after all, his family. If he could protect his family then his life was all worth it. Dyne looked at a nearby table that sat near the center of his room. Focusing his psychokinetic powers, the youth conjured a psionic's bolt that wrapped itself around a nearby goblet filled with water. A bolt of green energy flew from Dyne's hand and summoned the goblet. Flying through the air, the goblet was soon in Dyne's hand and he was pulling the water swiftly until the goblet was empty. Dyne stared at himself in the mirror the entire time.
***
A time later, he was dressed in his guard's outfit. Employed by The Watch of Underwood, Alberdyne Cormyr's outfit was emblazoned with the markings of The Watch. His house was empty when he left it, and the youth decided it was time to go seek work or training, or both. So he found himself within The Citadel in the city of Radasanth. The battle-chamber was number twenty-seven and it was currently empty. The youth had already talked to the monks and he was going to manifest a very specific arena. An arena that had a close tie to his ancestors, though he would never realize that fact until much later in his life. Dyne opened the doors to battle chamber number twenty seven and stepped inside.
(Arena described in my next post unless YOU want to describe it yourself)