Tales from the Lands of Uthrandir - The King's Rival
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Uthrandir is a fantasy Minecraft Roleplay Server dedicated to the creation and development of invigorating stories and roleplay events. Uthrandir has recently started a youtube series called, "Tales from the Lands of Uthrandir" in which they present an ongoing storyline that has actually taken place on the server in a POV (Point of View) style.
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Mordred Artorius is a man of virtue and honor. He follows the Faith of Order and believes in duty above all else. His words are firm yet polite and respectful. He is not quick to excite or anger, always in control and always well spoken.
I live to serve only you Drowess
Forgive me for what I must do....
As he sat in the chair he was disgraced. Disgraced that he would allow himself to fall so low.... and for what? The hollow promise of power. Such a fool he was.
"Patrons save me!" he whispered in despiration.
The youthful dainty bibliognost known as Nari Arras has been known to show overwhelming kindness to all who cross her path.
She comes from a long bloodline of Noble Lords and Ladies. Whilst she is young, she posses a wit that is known to few. The wealth and intellengence of her line has secured her great dominance in Caerundal.
The Matron of Mosayis looked upon the pitiful King with kindly expression. Yet her words were precise and rythmic, as if she were reciting some well known poem.
"Young King Silverleaf. Your plight and the plight of your people are grave indeed. I cannot fix upon the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which this plight will be ended. but for my own part, I wish you well."
"Will you take tea before you leave?" she asked with a polite smile.
The Matron walked toward the elegant selection tea's displayed lavishly upon the antique birch table. Taking her time, she carefully selected which silken pouch of leaves she would place in her golden tea cup. As she began to pour the scalding water over the sun dried rose petals she calmly replied to King Roland Fairchild.
"Power and ambition are different things, though the words are often used as the same. A person may be ambitious without being powerful. Power relates more to cunning and patience. Not from un-ending force or undying need."
"Silly things do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way."
Keitara is a small, waifish elf built more for speed than hard, strength-enduring combat, however the fierce look in her eyes will quickly silence anyone who dares to think she can’t take a hit.
Pulling her arms up again and dropping into a defensive stance, Keitara proceeded to heft the heavy, bone talon into each position. Each stance. Defensive or Offensive. Slashing. Spinning. Stabbing. Whirling. Until her feet gave out again and she collapsed into the water, mud cushioning her fall. The fish must be so puzzled to see the woman who had come to meditate by their pond every day for the last few months suddenly invade their home in such a violent manner.
Where is my sister!
I will kill her... I will kill Perilandria Rex
Menah Chestin, one of the most powerful mortals in existence in Uthrandir has worked tirelessly to gain every ounce of power she possesses. Queen of Hye Kin Rah, Lady of Order, Achmage of the Order of the White and weilder of Tanatara's Oaken Staff... Menah Chestin has very little time for anything. Her voice is low and precise and her attitude unwavering... its been ages since she's felt any fear.
The Lord of Order observed the Drow as a grandmother would observe a door mouse stealing cheese from the pantry. A subtle mixture of disgust, boredom and amusement. With a sigh and a flourish the Queen of Hye Kin Ra began her questioning.
The Archmage Menah Chestin simply turned to face the Drow and answered as if she was asked the question directly.
“I moved…” she said with a shrug. And with that, the terrible oppressive force which was once heavily upon Perilandria…. lifted.
The magic emanating from the Archmage was vast and almost oppressive. So overwhelming that it hung in the room like a heavy fog, addling the breath and bewitching the senses. Though Menah had great skill in nonchalantly hiding that hideous strength,the Life magic Menah possessed, which was aligned with immaculate precision to that of her Order magic, was unmistakable to this Drow of Death.
King Roland Fairchild is one of the last noble leaders of the race of Men in Caerundal. Ruling from his Kingdom in the North he possesses an Ancient Artifact known as the 'Spellblade', Lightkeeper... the Master Sword of Power. King Roland is valiant, opinionated and has a high morale and passion for his values. He is politically savey and excellent at establishing alliances. His speech is eloquent, confident and charming. He speaks as a poet and hold strong to the ancient values of an old and forgotten Uthrandir.
"Trust strongly in the will of your hearts to guide you, for I have not the sorcerry nor the desire to bend that will to my bidding. For such acts are the device of the wicked and I count myself bereft of such selfish desire. Nay, hold fast my comrades. Hold fast to that which we cherish above all else. For ere the night falls, I shall return... and the righteous cause that binds us together shall fill thine hearts with hope. And thusly, we shall protect that which is our birthright! Stand together! Men... of the North!"
"Matheiu watches over us all and He empowers us with a divine and righteous might. The demons and wicked shall fall before us. Those who oppose Ireneus' hand shall witness his divine retribution. For together we are a Divine Weapon. The great justice of Order stands above our enemy as a great hammer poised to strike!"
King Roland Fairchild sat at the great oaken table of Elen'dor listening intently to the convincing yet careful words of the Young King Arumand Silverhand. His armor clad hand prone to drift ocassionally to the sword Lightkeeper which lay fastened to his waiste. He reached for no other reason than to confirm its presence, lest it be stolen by some un forseen cunning.
At length, the King of Men spoke.
"Wise are the words which fall from the mouth of the young Elven King for long has news of this Perilandria Rex troubled my mind. So thusly, here I sit before you all, my Lords... another instrument of good.
But let it be known to those who consider themselves among the wise and learned. There is none who's uttermost source is not in Ireneus, the Divine... and he who moves against HIM shall serve as nothing more than his instrument in devising of things more glorious than hath ever been imagined."
Kira Nagisho is a skilled battlemage known as a Duskblade. He uses his magic to defend those who need defending though he has trouble accepting that he can not defend everyone. His attitude is rather perfectionistic and egotistical.
"Keitara what are you doing here!" Kira said in a very stern voice. "I told you to get out of Elen'dor..." Keitara didn't reply and simply looked to her left seeing Aidans group walk out of the bar. Sylvana had been with Keitara and understood the danger the group before them had possessed. She stood by Keitara ready to strike when Aidan walked over and pleaded once more to Kira to allow him to do what must be done, but even still Kira refused. Keitara's face was one of severe confusion and worry for the two men before her.
That was when "She" appeared. The Drowess Perilandria Rex. She had opened a portal to appear by her comrades and beckoned them to escape, all the while taunting both Kira and Keitara. Kira watched in shock when she appeared knowing that if she were to strike, she could easily have cleaved through him and end both his life and that of his lover's. The three walked inside the portal and Perilandria stood by it and laughed, staring Kira down while he tried to shoot more lightning out of his weapon, but its aura faded, signaling his limit has been far beyond reached. He dropped to his knees and fell unconscious while she faded into the dark portal still laughing with evil.
As he finished the ruby potion the vibrations of Harmonic Magics were present.
"Here, drink this." Kira ordered. "This should break some remnants... if we're lucky."
Made King before his time, Arumand Silverleaf is young, even by Elven standards. He has a warm heart but always seems to second guess himself, uncertain in his choices and terrified of making the wrong one.
King Arumand Silverleaf sat in the throne room confused and nervous. The news was so sad and horrifying that he could barely breathe.
"She killed how many?" he asked, words seemingly impossible to muster. There was a heaviness in his heart, one that was near impossible to describe.
Dear citizens of Elen'dor, I, King Arumand Silverleaf, descendant of the great King Eclarien, Defender of the Elves and weilder of the Dawnbringer... bring you news of the vicious attacks made by the Usurper and Murderor... Drowess Perilandria Rex.
What should I do? Call a council meeting. Contact the Matron of Mosayis! They will help us... I'm sure of it!
"Her perilous beauty a poisonous deception to any who dared approach her."
Perilandria Rex is a cool and calculating villian who will stop at nothing to acheive her goal. Possessing above average intellegence, in alchemy and scholarship, she is very careful with her words, slow to provoke yet can be acidic once cornered.
In the Land’s of Uthrandir, on the continent of Northern Caerundal sits the Island of Elen’dor. Elen’dor is home to many, most famous of those, The Silverleaf Elves. Yet there are others. And as each moment passes, this other known as Perilandria Rex, grows closer to her goal.
“Whom do you serve?” she inquired in a low voice.
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