A reference to characters that would be known to Drannorians and Ukavone Kulkodar alike. Their names, at the very least, would be known by all. Rumors and impressions will be included in each description.
Lady A'ika is the Queen of Fae, advisor to Calonette's daughter, Rayania Shevynn as Calonette is presumed dead. A'ika refuses to believe Calonette's death and will be often found in other realms, looking for her presumably fallen friend.
When the demons attacked Drannor fifty years ago, A'ika and her Dragon, Viserion sat off to find refuge with Calonette's offspring as well as Celeste's.
According to Viserion, Ukavone Kulkador was one of the very few realms that still worshipped dragons as gods. Drannorians would be safe there under the hand of the Dragon court. So the child was pushed into a nearby village along with a few of Calonette's remaining court, while A'ika set off to help bring back the survivors of the attacks. ( Journals that give full detail can be found on the forum)
A'ika would return battle worn with the remaining survivors in hopes that the orcs that looked over the land would accept them, but they seemed to welcome them, given Rayania Shevynn had taken to them so.
A'ika's heart currently belongs to Rodrik, a traveling noble who had found himself in Molgad with his fairy Companion, Kalea.
Rumors fly about Rodrik's relationship with his fairy companion and how A'ika allows him to take her to bed, none are too sure if the rumors are true...
When the demons attacked Drannor fifty years ago, A'ika and her Dragon, Viserion sat off to find refuge with Calonette's offspring as well as Celeste's.
According to Viserion, Ukavone Kulkador was one of the very few realms that still worshipped dragons as gods. Drannorians would be safe there under the hand of the Dragon court. So the child was pushed into a nearby village along with a few of Calonette's remaining court, while A'ika set off to help bring back the survivors of the attacks. ( Journals that give full detail can be found on the forum)
A'ika would return battle worn with the remaining survivors in hopes that the orcs that looked over the land would accept them, but they seemed to welcome them, given Rayania Shevynn had taken to them so.
A'ika's heart currently belongs to Rodrik, a traveling noble who had found himself in Molgad with his fairy Companion, Kalea.
Rumors fly about Rodrik's relationship with his fairy companion and how A'ika allows him to take her to bed, none are too sure if the rumors are true...
Roderik Coastillion was born into a Noble family, although most people do not know this. For people who are not close to him, the idea of him being royal is only a mere rumor.
He manages to keep to himself well and loves to travel with his fairy companion. They had caught wind of a realm named Ukavone Kulkador, which was ruled by the Orcs, and decided to venture over towards the realm in hopes of a new start, as he had done many times being a traveler. This led to him finding a village named Molgad, to which he would now call this place home along with his fairy companion.
Rodrik's heart currently belongs to Lady A'ika & his fairy companion Kalea.
He has heard, and knows about the rumors that surround his relationship with Lady A'ika, and his relationship with his fairy Kalea and hoped that the rumors would go away, although that was highly unlikely.
He manages to keep to himself well and loves to travel with his fairy companion. They had caught wind of a realm named Ukavone Kulkador, which was ruled by the Orcs, and decided to venture over towards the realm in hopes of a new start, as he had done many times being a traveler. This led to him finding a village named Molgad, to which he would now call this place home along with his fairy companion.
Rodrik's heart currently belongs to Lady A'ika & his fairy companion Kalea.
He has heard, and knows about the rumors that surround his relationship with Lady A'ika, and his relationship with his fairy Kalea and hoped that the rumors would go away, although that was highly unlikely.
Mew
Approximately 1000 years old, give or take 50 years, this red dragon had his development stalled after running away from his home. Never either physically growing or in ability, he remains to this day in the body of a baby, or wyrm. His mind however has matured with his experiences, his travels to realms far and wide; for better and worse. Constantly on the run for over 700 years, he learned to navigate the portal network, learned how to visit which realms he desired. At first there was chaos, and the realms seemed terrifying in each their own ways. Lost, unable to communicate, unable to protect himself except to flee, for decades he existed animalistically. Over time, as he grew up so to speak, his innate curiosity became a pursuit of knowledge, a hunger to learn each realm’s cultures, languages, secrets. He never quite lost the feelings of sheer terror, the anxiety of a trapped animal, the instinct to run, and it resurfaces, occasionally, in times of stress.
After learning much in the ways of the multiverse, he chose to settle in Drannor, shortly after its formation. The welcoming comfort that was his friendship with Queen Calonette was what soothed the itching of his heels, and the warmth felt from her trusting support was what rooted him to the fledgling realm. Inextricably tied to the village, its ruler, and later, its creators, he spent the better part of the 50 years available to him building what would amount to an economic powerhouse. His chandlery, fronted by an oddities shop that showcased what he thought was the highlights of many realms, supplied the entire village with goods; goods traded for and procured from many realms, from his contacts far and wide. In addition to his business he studied sorcery, tapping into his magical blood to compensate for his small size and lack of abilities. Studying this magic among the dragons present in the realm, and even from Viseron himself, compensate he did, becoming a wielder of powerful magics, though combat being not one of them.
Following the fall of Drannor, and the loss of his oldest and dearest friend, as well as his merchant network, Mew is rarely seen not working. In the hundred or so years since, he has driven himself to exhaustion, determined to rebuild the settlement in the image of the destroyed village, and is often seen snoozing upon his perch, mumbling to himself. Almost too willing to lend a hand, he tends to barge in on problems, give convoluted impossible to implement solutions, and hop away, chattering in high pitched draconic, on to the next problem. Candle light is seen in the window above his shop through all hours of the night, evidence of his tireless quest to harness the portal magics, to stabilize it or bend it to his will, so that he may find his friend.
Rumors about him are plenty, his oddness being especially entertaining to the gossips in town. They range from him never eating, never sleeping, he must be some sort of vampire dragon, or at least on some sort of reptilian stimulant which has driven him mad, to him putting on a show, that he has always been aligned with the demons and seeks the downfall of every realm. He’s a spy for the dragons, for the orcs, for the mole people depending on who you talk to. He’s constantly drunk, or mentally challenged say others. One thing for certain though, the one thing that is agreed upon by all, is that there is more to him that meets the eye.
Approximately 1000 years old, give or take 50 years, this red dragon had his development stalled after running away from his home. Never either physically growing or in ability, he remains to this day in the body of a baby, or wyrm. His mind however has matured with his experiences, his travels to realms far and wide; for better and worse. Constantly on the run for over 700 years, he learned to navigate the portal network, learned how to visit which realms he desired. At first there was chaos, and the realms seemed terrifying in each their own ways. Lost, unable to communicate, unable to protect himself except to flee, for decades he existed animalistically. Over time, as he grew up so to speak, his innate curiosity became a pursuit of knowledge, a hunger to learn each realm’s cultures, languages, secrets. He never quite lost the feelings of sheer terror, the anxiety of a trapped animal, the instinct to run, and it resurfaces, occasionally, in times of stress.
After learning much in the ways of the multiverse, he chose to settle in Drannor, shortly after its formation. The welcoming comfort that was his friendship with Queen Calonette was what soothed the itching of his heels, and the warmth felt from her trusting support was what rooted him to the fledgling realm. Inextricably tied to the village, its ruler, and later, its creators, he spent the better part of the 50 years available to him building what would amount to an economic powerhouse. His chandlery, fronted by an oddities shop that showcased what he thought was the highlights of many realms, supplied the entire village with goods; goods traded for and procured from many realms, from his contacts far and wide. In addition to his business he studied sorcery, tapping into his magical blood to compensate for his small size and lack of abilities. Studying this magic among the dragons present in the realm, and even from Viseron himself, compensate he did, becoming a wielder of powerful magics, though combat being not one of them.
Following the fall of Drannor, and the loss of his oldest and dearest friend, as well as his merchant network, Mew is rarely seen not working. In the hundred or so years since, he has driven himself to exhaustion, determined to rebuild the settlement in the image of the destroyed village, and is often seen snoozing upon his perch, mumbling to himself. Almost too willing to lend a hand, he tends to barge in on problems, give convoluted impossible to implement solutions, and hop away, chattering in high pitched draconic, on to the next problem. Candle light is seen in the window above his shop through all hours of the night, evidence of his tireless quest to harness the portal magics, to stabilize it or bend it to his will, so that he may find his friend.
Rumors about him are plenty, his oddness being especially entertaining to the gossips in town. They range from him never eating, never sleeping, he must be some sort of vampire dragon, or at least on some sort of reptilian stimulant which has driven him mad, to him putting on a show, that he has always been aligned with the demons and seeks the downfall of every realm. He’s a spy for the dragons, for the orcs, for the mole people depending on who you talk to. He’s constantly drunk, or mentally challenged say others. One thing for certain though, the one thing that is agreed upon by all, is that there is more to him that meets the eye.
Muk
Rayania Shevynn is the Elven Queen - the only child of the late Queen Calonette and her consort. She was born a hundred years go, between demon attacks on Drannor, and hidden away in Ukavone Kulkador with the egg of her mother's dragon. When she hatched, the dragon bonded with Rayania and was named Fallana. The two never met their mothers, though were told they were searching for other safe realms.
Rayania preferred the company of orcs since she was young, against the wishes of her mother's Court. The orcs were annoyed at first, and threatened her off of their mountain several times before they let it go. A fearless child was a rare one in other breeds, as far as the orcs knew. She was soon welcomed and able to prove her worth, befriending most of them. The Court insists she stay within Molgad to tend to the needs of the Drannorians, though Rayania has pointed out that the fae queen, A'ika, is more than capable of handling a hundred or so people. To prevent a race war, the ancient dragon Viserion suggested there be a marriage to unite elf and orc. Rayania sees no problem with this - she hopes it will shut the Court up about her spending so much time on the mountain. Some might take her as laid back, while others will think she is too vulgar - especially for one in her position. She doesn't seem to be the type of person to care what anyone thinks - and isn't afraid to be straightforward. Rumor says she inherited the wild blood of wolves from her Lythari father, and that is what calls her to the mountain. Another rumor says she's taken all the orcs of the mountain to bed, and one of them gave her the scar to blind her. |