IDG II RP Thread

[Draknith]

It had been roughly 20 turns of the season, and many of the second generation of Hubers were getting on in age. Not much had occured in the advancement of the house. Polaris was still taking regular trips into the woods, leaving much of the day to day operations with Octavian. There had been some help designing the new steering mechanism for the fishing ships, which Polaris deemed a 'rudder'. All in all though, things had calmed down quite extensively since the 'House Riots of 40'. Leaders were engaging in rebuilding the house with members, as the influx of outsiders had diminished greatly over the past 20 or so turns.

Polaris had a son named Reich, while the Dankis' and Draknith's also expanded there households giving birth to two daughters and two sons. From the Dankis' Octavian had a daughter Meeka, named after his mother, and a son William. Lucius after the destruction of most of his family fathered a son Markos, and daughter Serena. Polaris has been working hard within the Council of Houses to marry off the daughters in hope of re-establishing some of the connected alliances between the families.

All together the family was happy. The reign of terror brought about by Mencius had been foiled, and put to rest. The organization of the house, and advancement of the society was the paramount objective in the minds of the Huber leadership. Polaris was also looking towards the future city sites for the Empire, was working on a proposal to the Emperor as to where the next cities should be built, and has been attempting to gain the rights to at least one of those cities to be governed by the family itself. However, only the future will tell us what will be...

 

[Vandal Warlord]

Peace has eluded the Arkan people since the collapse of their society. It's rebirth has gone through a share of its problems too. There was a civil war, kidnapping, and now a succession crisis.

Cathal is Vandal's only son and is therefore heir to the Arkan throne. However, since the split of the house, there must now be two head in Vandal's passing but only one can hold the title Crown of the Arkans. Vandal had originally chosen Chaerus, Reyyk's son, to be head of the Artok branch. But, Chaerus died by snakebite, leaving Vandal to choose between Chaerus' six sons. All six were married and had at least one child. Vandal descided to have the first inter-branch meeting. Vandal would oversee the meeting, while Cathal, Allos D'Ora, and Alicia would represent the Vahalax. Chaerus III, Reyyk III, and Laros Vendira. The meeting began with promise until Chaerus III made a declaration that would change the history of the Arkans forever.

 

[Draknith]

It was in the final turns of the second imperial dynasty that Polaris became active as he did in his earlier life. From the standpoint of the Grand House of Huber, Polaris had named William Dankis to be Lord of the House upon his death; Since Reich was too young at the time when the sucession took place. Although Octavian had his children before the purge of 39, it was uncovered that Octavian survived the attack on his life. Polaris, as it had come to be, had grabbed Octavian just as the magic powder was reaching the flames. Although both had been severly burned in the incident, Octavian worse than Polaris. It seems that the two had been attempting to uncover just what the magical substance was. Although never fully realizing it, the small house Octavian had built had become a sort of labratory. Along with the details of their experiments on the magical substance, a whole catalogue of information from plants, to animals, to even proper techniques of creating sharpened rocks and their application to structures to form working tools and weapons was donated to the Imperial Library in the palace.

The renewed spirit was also carried over into the city develpment projects Polaris had been working on. His plans for the Empire's second city were grand. With the many natural resources available in the given location Polaris devised a way for the city to not only be a place where individuals live, and work to sustain themselves, but whole industrial areas were planned for the more efficient cultivation of these resources. An almost completlely new way of thinking about planning had been carried out, and the Emperor seemed excited by the grand possibilities of this new city.

The family was in good times. Everyone seemed to be taking shared responsibilites in the advancement of the family. Lucius, under Lord Polaris' direction had created a defensive and offensive training course for all Huberians to undertake. Much had he learned from his life long friend Vandal, and even though his days were spent training, writing, and thinking about his life-force Lucius took the time to help his friend in his time of need. He worked dilligently with the leader of the Reichkaiser house to solve thier sucession issues. Whether or not thier problems would be solved noone knew yet, but Lucius hoped his work could be finalized before his death. And last but not least, Lucius' son Markos was turning into the great warrior that his father was. Already he had completed his own 'hunt' as his father had. Day in and day out, Markos would say, "Some day dad, I'm going to be the great General Markos, leader of our glorious armies, and bring honor to our great Huberian family!"

So another generation grew up, fought their battles, engaged in politics, and worked to better their house's future. Now their sons and daughter's would have to look to a growing dynasty of their own, and see where they can take it...

 

[Vandal Warlord]

It was a proclamation that stunned Vandal, and would be a turning point in their history.

"I hereby arrest all five of my brothers, for their involvement in the kidnapping of our grandfather." Chaerus had said with no emotion. The room went silent. Never had the idea every come across Vandal's mind, but then he remembered how Reyyk refused to see his grandchildren upon his savior. Laros rose in defense only to find Reyyk III, knife in hand, stabbing Chaerus. Vandal sprung to his feet, and his twin blades extended. Reyyk finished stabbing his brother, and lunged at Laros. Vandal crashed into Reyyk with such great momentum, that Reyyk was forced to the ground. In a single moment Vandal stabbed Reyyk in the heart as the man lay dumbfounded. Vandal stood, only to find two pools of blood and his two great-nephews dead on the ground. Cathal stood over Chaerus and he silently gestured to Laros. The two solemnly took out their relative's body, yet Reyyk remained their, only to be taken out, and buried in a forgotten place.

The events at the meeting would never be spoken of, only that Chaerus and Reyyk had died. Nevertheless, three of the brothers were found guilty of kidnapping in an Artokan (?) court. The sentance is usually ten years, but, they were instead released to Vandal's custody. Vandal judgement, however, was much more severe. His punishment was death. Vandal himself would do the executing. The eldest of the three, Sergonas, was given the sársaukafull dómgreind. Vandal used his blades to slice open his stomach and then carve an X in his back. Finally, after ten minutes, he was still alive, so Vandal stabbed the man in the heart. It was the killing blow. The other two were beheaded by Vandal's greatest achievment, the Bronze Axe.

It was then that Laros Vendira, Reyyk's rejected grandson, was dubbed Crown of the House of Laros (renamed after the new head). Cathal was soon named the first Crown of Vahalax. The history of the Arkans has been one of great power, collapse, and an ongoing, bloody rebirth.

 

[Vandal Warlord]

Cathal looked upon his newborn son with awe, hope, and great love. His wife Allana, a member of the Arkan culture, had given birth to a son. Cathal was filled with great emotions as Allan held him in his arms, and he ceased crying. It was then that Vandal walked into the hut and looked upon his new grandson. It was a great moment, in which Cathal proclaimed, "His name will be Dómgreind!" As it had been the name his wife and he had chosen days before.

Vandal was now a grandfather, and certainly not a young man. His pure white hair began to turn grey, and he could not move with the great speed that he was known for. A cold autumn breeze blew across Vandal when he looked around. There were new children, new faces, and it seemed to be a different way of life. Vandal himself was still training the soldiers, a duty he had upheld since the death of his father General Sereus Reichkaiser. As he continued to look he saw Laros Vendira, his great-nephew and leader of the House of Laros, a branch of the Reichkaiser house. Laros was telling the children of his house, which were very abundant, a story. Then, through reading his lips and hearing a faint amount, he realized it was about him at the Battle of the Great Field. With a smile on his face, he returned to his son, daughter, and grandson.

 

[Vandal Warlord]

There was an eerie mist that covered the battlefield. Emerging from the mist were three men, each armed with a large sword. They moved forward and examined the area. Their leader was the first to come into full view. He wore light leather armor with a plaid cloth over his shoulder, his two accomplices wore the same. However, half the leader's face was painted blue. The ground was slightly wet, and made light noises with every step. Suddenly, the leader struck forward with his sword. A groan was heard and something fell to the ground. They continued forward, stepping over the the recently deceased soldier.

As they continued, scattered corpses, weapons, and armor were found all over. This had been a bloodbath. Eventually the three reached a hill, and they began to climb. As they climbed the small hill, even more dead bodies were found, most however were not fresh. Finally they reached the top of the hill, where the remains of a defensive position remained. There was wooden palisade around the outer edge that had been opened via battering ram. They continued forward until they reached a large stone wall. Then someone screamed, and Cathal woke up.

 

[Vandal Warlord]

Cathal walked to the top of the hill, when he reached the top, he found Vandal. Vandal kneeled before the setting sun and breathed slowly. Cathal walked next to him, when he realized he was covered in bronze, a scarce substance that Vandal had discovered. He did not look up, but still spoke.

"It is time." Vandal got up and turned to Cathal. He placed a stone in his hand, that was not like other stones. He looked at him and spoke softly.

"Goodbye my son." Vandal then walked back and knelt again. This time, however, Vandal ceased breathing after one long breathe.

The last Arkan King had died.

 

[Draknith]

It was around the eightieth turn of the seasons, and life was good for the Huber family. Roughly two seasons ago David was born to the Huber family within the Grand House. His birth was rejoiced, and it was in him that the family believed the future would be written. However, with the introduction of Frankis in to the Dankis family, every facit of the house was complete. Markos and Reich were each granted with their reights to the head of each of their families, and their mutual cooperation in the past 30 seasons worked out most of the animosities that existed between their father's. The cooperation internally with the family was great, but the external relations had weakened substantialy.

A devote believer in the freedoms of men, Lord William had fallen out of favor with many of the imperial policies regarding the lower classes. Most of the house disagreed with Lord William, but as the head of the house it was his decisions and words that made policy for the house. Lord William's decision to not support the Emperor had come at a cost. He was falling further from grace with the Octavian House, of which he was a legitamate heir through his relationship to Civius I, and although he wore the distinction with great honor he did not believe that his children would be so kindly honored. With Vandal gone, the Grand House lost another ally. It was a great bond that had developed between the House of Reichkaiser and the Draknith family, but Markos Draknith had been unable to continue the bond after his father's death. Not to mention that internal strife within the Reichkaiser family kept outsider's at bay. Some things were looking up though.

The Octavian fishing cooperative was recording great profits. Many of which went into the familie's projects including larger houses for the heads of the families on the Nefres Heights. A good portion was going towards city projects too. The new monument that had been talked about was in part funded through the family's good will fund. New advances were being devloped at a good pace also. These advancements were in part due to the streamlined trial and error processes developed by Octavian that had continued to be refined and worked upon.

All in all, the Grand House of Huber was enjoying life in the new nation. Plans were still in place to find a city location where the family could relocate it's growing population, as the Nefres Heights was becoming too crowded and more a political center for the family. Some things were going not so well, but some things were going quite well. A standard that develops in a growing society most believed. New neighbors had been found however, and the family knew that sooner or later bonds would be devloped or war would break out. With the imperialistic ideals that were booming in the minds of the elite, most of the aristocracy knew they may have to be called up to the duty of their society.

 

[Vandal Warlord]

The great king of the Arkan people had passed, and the Arkan people showed a trait that was supposed to be bred out of them. Sadness. The Arkan people gathered on the hill which he passed, named Vandal's Hill. Men dug a massive system of tunnels inside the hill, and a single burial chamber that was filled with Vandal's belongings and Vandal himself. Above the entrance, a wooden structure was erected. It was small, with only a single room where people could go down and pay their respects. Surrounding the structure were four massive stakes, that were taken from the nearby forest. Vandal's tomb would be guarded by a newly appointed protector, who would live in a small room made into the tunnels. After a brief service, the mourners returned home.

 

[Draknith]

After a rough session of the Council of Houses, Emperor Civius stepped down from the throne. Many believed that the abdication of the highest seat in the empire saved countless lives, as a full blown civil war between the houses for control would be devistating for everyone. It was unknown just who exactly was leading the front against the Emperor, but the common talk in the helleses pointed the finger from one family to the next. What was known was that the Reichkaiser and Huber families profited the most from the withdrawl of the Emperor.

Upon the absence of the Emperor that family Lords became the defacto rulers of managing the everyday necessities of a burgening empire. Cathal from the House of Reichkaiser was busy training new chariots warriors for the armed forces, and by training these soldiers without an Emperor to owe alligence to, they fell in line with their leader. At the same time it seemed that the events within the now split house were begining to subside. With Cathal being named head of the house, a swift code of loyalty was placed on all members. For now it seemed that things were calm...

Within the Grand House of Huber changes were also being made. William Dankis, Lord of the House, ruled very similar to his counterpart. Huberians were now working in common. They seemed to seperate themselves off from the rest of their neighbors, and this isolationism paid off. With a majority hold on the fishing markets and wheat production, the family made a fortune. First by kicking out rival families, and second by becomming the largest employer in the capital, making friends of the lower, working class. It seemed as though while the other families were moving out towards their own cities, which had been built during Civius II rule, the Huber house was consolidating land on the Nefres heights, and looking to take control of the empire.

Trouble began brewing however as soon as things began realy taking off. Small slave riots flared up, demanding their rights to freedom now that the Emperor was disposed. This in turn caused production to freeze up. In response the Huber house requested assistence from the only house capable of putting and end to the riots, that of the House of Reichkaiser. The problem was that Cathal found the best method to use was violence. Although it put a quick end to the riots, animoctiy was building. The final stroke came during an influx of new citizens. They were not common slaves, but came as a group as many of the families did. Upon asking to speak to a leader, many of the Lords were unable to find common ground on which to answer the new groups many questions. Finally a Council was formed and the motion was set forth to choose a new Emperor. Due to the continued decline of the Octavian House and that of Artok, Lord William and Cathal became the choice many found themselves having to make. Many of the ancient houses went in favor of the Reichkaiser, but the younger citizens with voting rights seemed to favor the House of Huber. In the end of the voting a fifty/fifty split had occured.

With the threat of economic starvation or a military coup, the future hung in the balance. Would Cathal unleash the army to take control of the empire, or would Lord William cut off the food supply and starve the people in to submission? The answer came at a dinner between the two leaders of all places.

"So Lord Cathal, I hope you have enjoyed yourself this evening?" questioned Lord William.

The leader took his eyes off the small performace of the young Huberian children that was just ending, and look at Lord William, "Yes, I have. Quite a wonderful place the Nefres Heights are. Maybe I'll buy some land here."

The two continued in small talk for a moment and then Lord William said, "Well, let's get down to business. I have run this whole campaign on the belief that we must work together. Nations are appearing all around us, and it will take common leadership amongst us if we are to succeed."

"I couldn't agree more Lord William. Men like us will be remembered for what we do here today. I must advance however, and believe that My position makes for a better commander at this point. Although your Draknith family have become great warriors, I do not believe that they alone can provail," responded Lord Cathal.

"There are many things yet to do my friend. War will not come for many years I believe. However, war here at home may be more likely... I believe I know of a common ground we can rest on. All the families have cities under their control. The House of Huber needs one for ourselves as our growing family needs room. There is a mountain to the north, with a lake besides it. I would like very much to have a place to call home just south of that lake. If you can make this possible as your first priority, and place my conference at your table as Regent. I believe we may have a deal", said Lord William.

"What do I recieve in return then?" Cathal asked.

"I will withdraw myself from this campaign, and work towards bridging the gaps that have formed within this nation. You will have your throne, and our destiny in your hands. I believe that is what you desire..." responded Lord William.

The two concluded their meeting, and before leaving Cathal turned to Lord William and asked, "You must tell me friend, what is that depiction on your wall?"

Lord William looked towards the small polytheistic inspired design, "Ah, a gift from an Egyptian businessman. A depiction of their gods. Seems they believed their past involved great gods from the heavens that made all possible. Nonsense if you ask me, but I do enjoy looking at it greatly."

With the period of anarchy over, the Empire once again had its head. May the reign of Emperor Cathal I be a blessing on this great people!

 

[Vandal Warlord]

Emperor Cathal I, as he was called now, looked up from the floor at one of his servants. He dismissed him, and began thinking. He was very old now, although still Emperor, his son Crown Prince Dómgreind took over his Imperial duties. He was one of the oldest living in Artok, and knew he would soon die. But he had done his duty as Emperor and head of the Vahalax Family. Cathal had founded the city of Arkan as a new home for his people. He was successful, somewhat, as his house did move. But, the House of Laros did not.

Emperor Cathal went to bed that night, but didn't wake up.

 

[Draknith]

The New Alliance:

"Get up fool, we're going to be late meeting up with everyone," said Draknith to his cousin.

Frankis was slow to get up, but he eventually found the strength to move himself from the bed. Frankis was the youngest of the three cousins in the Grand House of Huber. However, his age did not reflect in his creativity. Already a gifted student of the arts, young Frankis would often stay up till the late hours working on various projects, much to the dismay of his mother. This late night attitude often caused him to rise late in the day, and today was no exception.

"Hurry up!" exclaimed Draknith.

"Alright, alright already. I'm up!" responded Frankis, "Just where are we headed today? I hope it's not the same old thing. We always end up in trouble, and mom's getting really upset about my tardiness to instructions."

"You're late cause you stay up all night doing your crazy work, and I can't help it that you don't run fast enough to get away..." responded Draknith.

The two carried on in their bickering all the way down to the bottom of the Nefres Heights where the others were gathered. Already waiting on the two were the future heirs to the other families' houses. Although the politics between their parents' never seemed to end, the group found common ground, and actually were a major support group for eachother.

"What took you so long Draknith, was Frankis sleeping again?" questioned Domgreind sarcasticly.

Frankis did not like the comment, and made a face at the others to show his disapproval.

"So where we headed to today?" questioned Frankis.

The group looked around at eachother waiting for someone to say something. This was the standard practice, as it was very common for the group to be sent away from any place where they resided, because of thier mischief. It wasn't until a couple ideas had been thrown around that someone spoke up.

"... nah, I don't want to do that. We do that all the time, and..."

"Wait I've got it... Let's head down to the Hellesses. We get kicked out of everything up here, but down there we could do just about whatever we wanted," said Draknith

This was a bold idea, as the young princes had never ventured into the streets where the lower society resided. A scary thought came to most of them, with images of gangs, thugs, and criminals. Who knew what would happen, they may swipe a couple coins from someone, or they may get beat up. Regardless, most of the group was unaware that Draknith had already started walking, and like monkey see monkey do, the whole group set off for the Hellesses...

It was about mid-day when the group decended down into the Hellesses. They were surprised at what they saw. Not only were people walking around singing songs, but the streets were failry clean. The group did not stand out as much either, as their clothes were generally dirty due to their common rough housing.

Mid-day came and went and the group saw little opportunity to continue their adventure. Yes they had already found themselves in a couple of spots, but were easily able to escape. However, just as the group was heading back towards the gate another group of kids, older than the princes, stepped in front of them.

"So where do you think you're going?" asked one of the kids.

The group stopped and looked around then Domgreind said, "Headin' home out of this hell hole."

The older kids did not like that statement one bit, and as the group advanced their leader said, "Well this hell hole is our home, and we own this street. You wanna get by you pay. You don't pay, we make you pay. For we are the mighty 'Romans'."

The 'Romans' were a street gang in the Hellesses which formed originally during the street wars of the first rebellion many years ago. They were known for their ruthlessness and power. Many thought of them as the Lords of the Hellesses, much to the dismay of the Lords of the Houses.

Meanwhile back in the Nefres Heights...

"Mrs. Dankis is Frankis home?" questioned David.

"No, he went out with those hooligans from the other houses. He is your youngest cousin David, you need to keep better track of him. They always get into trouble whenever you are not with them," responded Mrs. Dankis.

David stood at the doorway and thought to himself, '...well if Frankis wasn't so slow, he might be able to get away...' Soon though his thoughts returned to himself, and he made his way down the shops to inquire into the groups whereabouts.

"Nope, haven't seen them all day. Check with McAllister down the ways, I think he was talking about them earlier." said Brenton in response to David's inquiries.

David made his way down to McAllister's, and upon asking about his cousins and friends, the gentleman told him how he saw the troop heading towards the gate into the Hellesses. After hearing this David immediatly began running towards the gate. When he reached the gate he saw the ensuing battle. Noticing quickl that most of his friends were laying on the ground, the young man jumped onto one of the adjacent roofs.

"You rich kids aren't so tough are ya?" questioned one of the Romans.

"Tough enough to take you guys out," responded Draknith and Domgreind.

By now the princes were in serious trouble. Their friends were hurt, and it looked like they may never make it out of the Hellesses. Then just as one of the Roman boys swung to hit Draknith the boy collapsed. Then another boy fell to the ground. Draknith and Domgreind looked around to see who was fighting on their side. After seeing noone they peared into the sky and there stood David, the sun shining behind him. David jumped down from the low roof and quickly gathered his friends. The group managed to escape the clutches of the Hellesses, and soon they were back near the Nefres Heights. Darkness was creeping over the land, but the boys still stood at the Heights recollecting on their victory.

Praise was given to one and all, and the encounter seemed to have created an unbreakable bond between the princes. Above all though they recognized that they may not be here right now had it not been for their combined bravery and David's quick thinking. To complete their bond the six boys pledged an oath to eachother to aid one another should they ever come in need.

And from that point on the boys were never without one another...

 

[Draknith]

The Rise of Lord David of Huber:

The seasons had past. Generations were once again passing along, with a new age approaching the young princes had grown into men. At his final council Lord William proclaimed that he would be passing the title of 'Lord' to David, to much applause of the councilors within. He had already attained the Reight of Huber when Reich, David's father had passed. Now he poised himself as the greatest of all Hubers. Joining him in his new position were his cousins Frankis, and Draknith who had also attained the Reights of their families. Draknith had gone on to advance his studies in the art of war, and was becomming a true master. He had participated in his own hunt, which had been a tradition since Lucius Draknith hunted with the House of Reichkaiser at the behest of Mencius Draknith. And to further his goal, he willing signed up with the warrior groups in the capital, to give him the experice of true combat. Frankis moved on with his studies in the art of technology. As of late he had been working with substances found amongst the other civilizations in the area. A hard greyish substance that was far more stable than the bronze uncovered many years ago. His genius was second to none, and his art had considerably improved also. Many of his works were placed in the Palace for all foreign guests to observe.

The Empire was expanding as the Emperor grew in age. Huber was founded, and a majority of the family made it's way from the Nefres Heights towards the new city. Only the heads of the families kept their palces on the Heights. It was looking as if the family were in it's own golden age. The families were growing stronger as a unit also. The bonds that were developed early in their years were only strengthened as the boys grew to men. Unrest was developing though as the gap grew between the classes. Riots were a familiar sight in the capital, and many of the nobles were looking for ways out, leading to a decline in Artok's history. Unfortunatly, the great Cathal was seeing his years pass faster and faster. Since the great compromise between Lord William and King Cathal, most of the older generation was gone, and power was slipping as the age difference was very apparent between the current administration and the next generation that followed. In a final act before his death, Emperor Cathal finally made his decision for a Regent to succeed him after his death. His choice fell on the young Lord David of Huber. Although fresh in a new political position, the young man filled the role as if he were born for it. Things were looking low, and it was the hope of this new generation that the Empire grow stronger and larger, without the threat of civil violence.

 

[Vandal Warlord]

Dómgreind looked at the gauntlets his father had given him before he passed. They were interesting, with a chain mail glove attached. He put them on and clenched his fists, and a small blade extended. He was taken aback, and nearly fell off the roof he was atop. He thought of what had happened. After his father had died, Dómgreind was denied his birthright as Emperor on the grounds of his age. He was 12 at the time of his father's death. Now he was 18, already a decorated scout, and diplomat to Egypt, and was still denied that right. But, there was nothing he could do about it, he had no power. So, he decided to visit his father's tomb.

When he reached the tomb, he shook hands with the guardian, Dómgreind's only sibling, his brother Sereusum. He climbed down the ladder and walked straight down the passageway until something caught his eye, it was a dusty doorway. He walked in and looked around and found a suit of armor sitting up. Inside were a large amount of ashes. He didn't know that anyone besides his father's ashes were here.

As he looked around, he saw spears and knives of all shapes and sizes, there was even a rack of skulls in the corner. Then, he saw a tablet near the armor. He walked over and picked it up.

It was not in Artokan (?) but in Ancient Arkan, a language his father had forced him to learn. He read the tablet-

This is my last writing to the world, this will help any in their quest for power,He paused reading, While Emperor Civius I was coming to power, I trained the army of Artok. However, I knew that he would not be in power forever and did not have them pledge loyalty to the Emperor, but to me and my direct descendants. This was drilled into their heads, so much that when they became officers they drilled it into their soldiers heads. For the one who reads this, I hope you have learned one this from my writing. Never doubt the power of the Reichkaisers. My name is Vandal, and may it instill awe in the people of the world.

 

[Draknith]

The Empire was sprawling with activity. With the recent call for the newly created 'Council of Lords' leaders from all around the Empire were gathered at the capital to discuss the succession of the House of Reichkaiser, land grants, future imperial expansion, and the state of diplomatic affairs. Although the plan that each leader proposed offered different approaches to their mutual problems, in the end an agreement seemed to have been accepted by all. The agreement became known as the 'Malpeace Accords'. Celebrations had been going on every night since the delegations arrived in the city, and the capital had not seen this much activity in years, since most of the families had moved out to the neighboring cities in the Empire. On the Nefres Heights, Regent David of Huber was unvailing a new golden statue in front of the Family Palace.

"Today, we commemorate this statue in honor of this Grand House. May it shine forth as bright as this glorius Empire. Long Live the Grand House of Huber." Regent Huber proclaimed.

The evening was celebrated with a grand dinner in the palace. All the heads of the family were there; Regent David of Huber, Lord of the House of Huber and holer of the Reight of Huber, Lord Draknith of Draknith, Consul of the City of Huber, and Frankis of Dankis current leading researcher for the Society of Imperial Research. Many of the supporting family were also present, and Regent David was happy to see all in front of him. His stature and power had grown extensivly since he took up the Imperial position. Many thought he would have attempted to gain the throne in this past tribute session, but in the end the Lord of the House decided to help his long time friend achieve the status of his birthright.

"You will surely run in the next run off though won't you?" questioned Draknith.

Lord David looked around the table and responded, "The current need is to support the Emperor and persuade him to keep on track with the Malpeace Accords. If I am able to display my leadership abilities, and the Council believes that I am the right man for the position, I will humbly accept their decision."

"Well as I see it, this House has yet to sit someone on the throne. And if I may be so bold, you are our best hope for that position. Your leadership abilities have already been proven, and many of your agricultural and economic acts have stimulated this society into action," said Draknith.

"I thank you for your support Draknith, but only time will tell," responded David.

As the evening went on guests came and left. In particular, a guest entered the palace in a garment not native to the people.

"Ramuses, how good to see you my friend," said David.

Ramuses was an Egyptian leader in Lincoln's court. Recently the two men had become friends after working on a fishing deal with the Octavian Fishing Cooperative. Although the deal was not completly worked out, David saw this meeting as a chance to further his ambitions of gaining a foothold on Egyptian business, and also to promote continued good will between the two nations.

The two sat and worked throughout the evening and upon entering back into the atrium of the palace the two were seen with large smiling faces.

"Thank you Lord Huber for your generosity," said the Egyptian.

"It is my pleasure Ramuses, I look forward to seeing you in Egypt soon. Your offer is very enticing, but I do not believe that we are ready to make such a move just yet. Thank Lincoln for his continued good will towards our people, and inform him that we stand by his side in mutual, peaceful co-existence." Replied David.

The two gentleman shook hands and the Egyptian left. David walked back towards his office to work on matter of state. But before he entered his office, he turned towards one of the servants in the palace.

"Potok, would you please assist me with something?" questioned David.

Potok obliged and entered the office.

"This tablet was a gift from Vandal of the House of Reichkaiser many years ago. It was an offering to Lucius Draknith due to their great friendship. I wish you to safely deliver it to Domgreind. I believe it will help answer some of the questions that he has been seeking." instructed David.

As the servant left the palace David thought to himself, 'My good friend Domgreind. You have been so lost since the passing of Cathal. I just hope that this connection to your past will serve to aid you in your time.'

The servant made his way quickly to the House of Reichkaiser. It had grown greatly since Cathal I. Upon comming to the door, the servant handed over the tablet to a fellow servant. Dom received the tablet, sat down, and began to read...

 

[Vandal Warlord]

Dómgreind emerged from the tombs a new man. Immediately he took over and was named Emperor Dómgreind I. His rule was an interesting one. The new Emperor had immediately began using the Iron around the city of Dómgreind to produce his legions of swordsmen. He even formed an Imperial Guard, but Dómgreind knew in the pit of his stomach, that he wasn't meant to be the emperor. It was one that, eventually caught up to him on the day when the direct male line of Vandal the Victorious, ended.

Dómgreind had ruled well into the century when he received news from Arkan. His grandson, Prince Dómgreind III, was assassinated by a man down on his luck. this news shocked the Emperor, how could his grandson die? Dómgreind was very old and it was predicted he would die soon, and his son had only one child.It would in fact be this news, that would cause the old Emperor's heart to fail, sending a wave of fear across the Empire.

Three days later, Dómgreind II became Emperor. And it would become one of the most bloody reigns of all time.

 

[Draknith]

At the Imperial Palace in Artok

"Old friend, it seems like only yesterday that we were fighting our way through the Hellesses. Now look at us, old and grey." Said Regent David of Huber.

Emperor Domegreind leaned over to his side and with a weak voice he said, "David, you have been my friend all of these years. You helped me through many of my trials and tribulations. My son will soon take the throne, and I am worried that he may bring a bloody chapter to this great society we have maintained. "

The Emperor began a fit of coughing, lasting several minutes. At the end of his attack, the man seemed even less alive than he was merely minutes before. The end was soon coming for the leader of the Artokian people. His reign had been good, and maintained a great kinship with his fellow aristocrats. Many of the common people were even saddened by the sickness taking over the Emperor's body.

The problem for the Emperor was that his grandson, the next heir to the throne was assassinated. Instead of the chosen heir taking the throne, the Emperor's next choice fell upon Domegreind II. This individual was unlike the current leader. Thirsty for blood, and driven by mad desires, Domegreind II was a tyrant the likes that had not been seen since Mencius of Draknith. David knew that his friend was asking for help, without asking for it.

"Domegreind, we have worked too hard all these years to allow such a destructive force to take control. I will do what I must, but I will wait until your choice in the matter has expired. You will not need to worry about you honor to your family. I will take the necessary steps to ensure your safe passage to the next world, with full warrior rights." Said David.

The Regent knew that honor, glory, and a positive after life was demanded of each warrior from the House of Reichkaiser. To interfere in the affairs of the Reichkasier family before the death of the Emperor would be viewed as a sacred interference, and would not be tolerated.

The two leader continued to talk until the Emperor was too tired to continue. David was undertaking many of the necessary administrative duties of the Empire since the Emperor became sick. It was now the choice of the Regent however to take a stand for the good of the Empire, or let the darkness fall across the land.

The decision was soon made with the quick passing of the Emperor. As foreseen Domegreind II took the throne and immediately changes were made. The Emperor called for a special assembly before him. Although Regent David was not among the group assembled, it was understood that a good many of the nobles were released, however a majority of the lower classes from the Helleses that assembled were never seen leaving the palace. Much speculation had been discussed, but as of this point noone knew the exact reason for the disapperences.

After this day Regent David of Huber found his position being diminished each day. The streets of the capital were rife with riots, and acts of violence. And to make things even worse, the Imperial Guard, a once glorious group of warriors charged with the protection of the Emperor, was reduced to a common gang using acts of bloodshed to enforce the Emperor's will.

The final act that stirred the other families into the fray was the expansion of Imperial power through new appointments. Whereas the main government power flow structure in the final years of the Despotic Imperial Empire was the Emperor followed by the Regent which branched out down through the city Lords, the Houses, and finally the citizens. When the new Emperor instituted the city governors act to enforce appropriation laws the Lords of the cities (Family Houses) found that their demands were being denied, and money normally flowing to them was now in the hands of the Emperor's minions. With every former position in government now undercut by the Emperor, the Houses moved to action.

The first move was made by Lord Draknith of Draknith, Lord of the city of Huber, reight to the family of Draknith. He discovered that by finding a way to cut the large flow of funds to the governors, he could use his own wealth to by them off and turn them against the Emperor. The heads of the Houses were able to do this by adding large amounts of ore into the gold supplies being mined in the Artokian gold mines. This effectivly cut the Emperor's base for funds in half, reducing the bribe payments made to his large Imperial power base. Soon the other Lords of the cities fell in line, and the once impenetrable corruption machine became owned by Regent David of Huber. David turned the tide against them Emperor by bribing the Imperial Guard and taking a strike team of members of the aristocratic elite to the Palace and forcing the Emperor's abdication.

Upon entering the Emperor's chamber through a secret passage, the group of leaders approached the Emperor about his actions. The Emperor was not the same man. Racked with dispair about the loss of his son, and feelings of guilt due to the reign of violence ensued upon the populace, the Emperor merely rose before the group and said, "My fellow Lords, I ask that you forgive my incurrsions. I know not how to continue on. I request that you take control of the Empire Regent David of Huber. "

Soon after the Emperor was taken by the group and brought before the Council of Lords. Due to the extreme circumstances behind the Emperor's state of mind the Council agreed to not prosecute the Emperor, but allow him to abdicate his throne, to live out the rest of his life as he saw fit.

After the culmination of the precedings, the Council of Lords sat to determine the next Emperor. Having forged his way through the entire ordeal, and being the friend of Domegreind the I, Regent David of Huber was crowned Emperor Huber I. Although very old by this time, the David of Huber had a force of will that seemed to carry him through. Some have even dubbed him "The Immortal".

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OCC: Vandal, sorry about trashing your guy so much. The storyline kinda came to me, and I ran with it. If you feel the need to incorporate misfortunes for my family in any of your posts go right ahead. I won't be upset about it.

 

[Lord Civius]

The House of Octavia had been ripe with internal conflict since Civius III was overthrown. Generations passed and the House had gone from a council of equals to a Hereditary Dictatorship. Civius III was the last of the Consuls leaving with him the prosperity of Octavia. Darkness captured the Western lands the once powerful house was ruled by an iron fist.

He'd left no son to take his place as Grand Consul and those that thought he was weak wasted no time in murdering all possible heirs to the Civius family. For centuries the Dark Order tracked and killed anyone with a possible relation to the Civius'. However there was still one, an ancient descendant of Civius the 1st. His loyalties lied with the House of Huber, for he was the last of the Civius bloodline.

Airon was fast asleep when he heard the clammering of Armor approach his room in the Palace. The Prince was to be married today and take his rightful place in the Huberian heirarchy. The House made a place for him and all of his fathers before him. An ancient promise had been broken and he would be the only Noble not of true untainted Huberian blood. As was his father, and his father......

As Prince Airon opened the door to join his escorts he saw the blade coming down upon him. He had no time to defend nor escape its wrath before he felt the cold metal. Falling to the ground he knew this was the end, the Dark order had finally found him, just as his father foretold. Looking up he was the three blades poised to drop, then they were gone, he felt three bodies hit the floor and then Darkness.

He awoke to find his uncle, Regent David of Huber, at his side. He went to reach for him with his left hand but was unable to move it. One look and he knew why, his whole left arm was gone all the way to the shoulder. He stood up, still weak from his wounds and grasped Davids left shoulder. "You are the last of your people Airon, go to them give them hope." It was now that he noticed the Emperial Ring upon Davids finger. He tried to go to his knees but David held him up. "Yes, lord Airon of Octavia and Regent to the Empire, the age of Tyranny is over........

 

[Draknith]

It was a time of joy, it was a time of saddness. The Grand House of Huber was enjoying a golden age of opportunity. Lord David of Huber was the current Emperor, and was making a major push for advancement across the Empire. City life was changing, and the riots of the past were becomming just that, history. The Royal Houses across the Empire were stable, and each were profiting from the boost in happiness. Most of all though the small group of cities were turning into a kingdom, with a military ready to move against rivals. Although Emperor Huber I was still going strong in his very old age, people around him were passing.

Domgreind I Emperor of the land before David was gone, and within the recent years both Draknith and Frankis, first cousins to the Emperor, were gone. The torch had been passed. The Emperor although very busy with the state of affairs did appear before the house during it's annual council session to review the state of affairs.

Emperor Huber I, declared that as Lord of the household he would name the sucessors to the reights owned by the previous leaders of the families. Longivus became holder of the Reight of Dankis, as his brother Arian had become Lord over the House of Octavia claiming his birthright through Octavian Dankis, son of Octavian I creator of the House of Octavia. To follow the loss of Draknith of Draknith Bryanton, son of Draknith became holder of the Reight of Draknith. THe final major decision to be made was granting a successor to Lord of Huber and Lord of Artok. Persius Huber became Lord of Huber, and Longivus Dankis became Lord of Artok. With his duties to the family fullfilled the Emperor continued on with his extrordinary force of life.

 

[Vandal Warlord]

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OCC: Vandal, sorry about trashing your guy so much. The storyline kinda came to me, and I ran with it. If you feel the need to incorporate misfortunes for my family in any of your posts go right ahead. I won't be upset about it.

OOC: First of all, great idea. But, I meant for Domgreind's story to go more like this...

Domgreind sat on his throne with a hand on his head and a hole in his heart. His only son was assassinated. His father had died the next day, leaving him alone. the new Emperor's frown then turned to a scowl, as he called in the Imperial Guard.

"Take me to Arkan, I plan to have a word with my son's killer." A few days later, the Emperor came before his people, examining them individually.

"All men from the age of 15 on shall come before me, now. All women and children may leave." Domgreind said, still scowling. They lined up quickly, and the Emperor immediately singled out his family.

"Members of my family are dismissed." His family left leaving many men still here. Domgreind decided to speak to them.

"Men of Arkan I ask you," He paused, " Who is my son's killer?" No one replied, eyes still on the Emperor.

"No one? Well, that has just damned you all!" And with those words, the Imperial guard surrounded the men, and they were all slaughtered. The blood was paved with blood, as women found their husbands martyred and the sons mangled. Domgreind left the city, leaving the people to wonder why. The Emperor went to every city in the empire after the massacre, killing all those who he thought was the killer. By the end of his reign, the death total had reached 1000.

One day however, the crazed and disheartened Emperor to abdicate in favour of Regent David. He would spend the rest of his days, sadened wondering what he was thinking. Some called him Domgreind the Tyrant, others the Murderer, but his family and friends called him simply, The Broken King.