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Fantasy Of Seas and Sovereigns (REBOOTED) Lore
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Vysha
Basic :
Tarq is the largest city on the Vysha island continent, along with being the biggest trading hub and the foremost seat of power. The continent itself is split up into several regions, five or six depending on who you ask. The Tarq Pearlshore itself is known for being a merchant's paradise. Surrounding what used to be pale sand there are docked schooners, brigs and other trading ships, in the most well known port in the World. Further off there is a the Vysha Royal Navy, lead by the Lord of Seas and Storms.
The current House on the Throne is Worren, their King, his Majesty Edmond the Daring having taken the place of the Queen Celice of Laerym. The Laerym's have ruled over Vysha for centuries, and their emblem of a teardrop shaped pearl resting in a shell is almost ubiquitous with the City of Tarq itself.
The main religion in the world is a polytheistic one, with different patron gods for different aspects of life. In Tarq however, a city so swayed by the Great Ocean, the one God above the others is Dengiz, the Settler of Sea and according to the histories, the first to step foot on the island continent. He has a Temple in the middle of the city, and many worship him. There are also other religions brought from other places, including the Sky Serpent and the Woman of the Reef.
The current House on the Throne is Worren, their King, his Majesty Edmond the Daring having taken the place of the Queen Celice of Laerym. The Laerym's have ruled over Vysha for centuries, and their emblem of a teardrop shaped pearl resting in a shell is almost ubiquitous with the City of Tarq itself.
The main religion in the world is a polytheistic one, with different patron gods for different aspects of life. In Tarq however, a city so swayed by the Great Ocean, the one God above the others is Dengiz, the Settler of Sea and according to the histories, the first to step foot on the island continent. He has a Temple in the middle of the city, and many worship him. There are also other religions brought from other places, including the Sky Serpent and the Woman of the Reef.
Institutions :
Vysha ruling class is sorted into noble houses. The biggest and most prestigious one ruling over large territories in the name of the King.
House Worren
The Worrens are currently the Royal House on the Pearlspire Throne, with King Edmond the Daring having overthrown the previous ruler, Queen Celice of Laerym.
House Laerym
"Our Tide is High"
This overthrown House ruled Tarq for four centuries. While some believe that Worren's militia have hunted all of the family down, others believe that somewhere, the Laerym claimant to the throne is still alive. The emblem of the house is a circular pearl entrapped in the maw of a sea snake. Some visual markers would be black hair, pale skin, and grey eyes. It is rumored that they are the descendants of mermen. Their connection to their fleet had been crucial to their success for a very long time. However, a century ago there was a split between the Laeryms and the rest of the family under the new family name of Maryam.
The last living members belonging to House Laerym according to popular myth were Alaric, who was the heir to the throne before an untimely death at sea, and his sister, the presumed dead Celice, who was the acting Queen for seven years after her father's end. Alaric was handsome and witty, and was known for sleeping around and having a short fuse. Celice was a known beauty, with a sharp mind and an interesting distaste for male company - including her own Prince Consort.
House Maryam
"We Who Catch the Winds"
Despite being split off from the Laeryms, they bent the knee to the Worrens after the coup, but who knows where their loyalties truly lie? A sizeable chunk of the current fleet belongs to them, as such, they hold great sway. Their emblem is a gust of wind.
House Seyedi
A minor house within Vysha, stationed within the easternmost territories of Tarq. Comprised mostly of the centuries-old Antonov line, currently headed by [placeholder], they swore fealty to House Laerym some 50 years ago in exchange for continued regency over their lands - however, they switched sides during the coup after being promised greater land by House Worren. House Seyedi serves as the Tarkhan - the local word for Regent or General - of the east border provinces, with their "capital" assigned as Gisha, a large town with a single castle. They don't necessarily have any enemies, though House Laerym views them with some "hard feelings," to say the least.
House Sommer
"To Prosper or Perish"
The House of Sommer is known as one of the richest Houses in Vysha, and it is them who control the largest bank in the continent. Their main seat of power is in the Southwest, surrounded by mountainous land rich in ore. Their current leader, the Lord Sommer, is shrewd but trying his best (and failing) to be seen as apolitical. The bride of this Lord is also a Princess (a second daughter) from a Kingdom south of Vysha, and it is said that the children of the Lord have taken on her coloring.
The Worrens are currently the Royal House on the Pearlspire Throne, with King Edmond the Daring having overthrown the previous ruler, Queen Celice of Laerym.
House Laerym
"Our Tide is High"
This overthrown House ruled Tarq for four centuries. While some believe that Worren's militia have hunted all of the family down, others believe that somewhere, the Laerym claimant to the throne is still alive. The emblem of the house is a circular pearl entrapped in the maw of a sea snake. Some visual markers would be black hair, pale skin, and grey eyes. It is rumored that they are the descendants of mermen. Their connection to their fleet had been crucial to their success for a very long time. However, a century ago there was a split between the Laeryms and the rest of the family under the new family name of Maryam.
The last living members belonging to House Laerym according to popular myth were Alaric, who was the heir to the throne before an untimely death at sea, and his sister, the presumed dead Celice, who was the acting Queen for seven years after her father's end. Alaric was handsome and witty, and was known for sleeping around and having a short fuse. Celice was a known beauty, with a sharp mind and an interesting distaste for male company - including her own Prince Consort.
House Maryam
"We Who Catch the Winds"
Despite being split off from the Laeryms, they bent the knee to the Worrens after the coup, but who knows where their loyalties truly lie? A sizeable chunk of the current fleet belongs to them, as such, they hold great sway. Their emblem is a gust of wind.
House Seyedi
A minor house within Vysha, stationed within the easternmost territories of Tarq. Comprised mostly of the centuries-old Antonov line, currently headed by [placeholder], they swore fealty to House Laerym some 50 years ago in exchange for continued regency over their lands - however, they switched sides during the coup after being promised greater land by House Worren. House Seyedi serves as the Tarkhan - the local word for Regent or General - of the east border provinces, with their "capital" assigned as Gisha, a large town with a single castle. They don't necessarily have any enemies, though House Laerym views them with some "hard feelings," to say the least.
House Sommer
"To Prosper or Perish"
The House of Sommer is known as one of the richest Houses in Vysha, and it is them who control the largest bank in the continent. Their main seat of power is in the Southwest, surrounded by mountainous land rich in ore. Their current leader, the Lord Sommer, is shrewd but trying his best (and failing) to be seen as apolitical. The bride of this Lord is also a Princess (a second daughter) from a Kingdom south of Vysha, and it is said that the children of the Lord have taken on her coloring.
Individual houses lore :
House Worren traces it's ancestry back to a man named Kharlord the Bloodied, leader of the Storm-Lords, an alliance of tribal sea-raiders that for a very long time was the scourge of maritime traders and coastal nations. When Kharlord however first set eyes on Vysha, prosperous and wealthy, an idea formed in his mind. Rather than simply carry away what would fit on their ships, Kharlord and his Jarls instead launched a brutal naval invasion, completely eradicating one of the Houses of Vysha and settling in their territory, taking their castles and land for themselves.
Kharlord aspired to one day conquer the entirety of the island, and indeed, he may have yet succeeded, for he was a born conqueror. Yet his early death marked the end of his ambitions. Amusingly, perhaps, that death was not a glorious one, won in battle, or even the result of a masterful plot. No, Kharlord simply had too much to drink one night while carousing on the towns and got into a scuffle with some knaves. A scuffle he won, of course, but a shallow cut he was too inebriated to parry soon got infected. One of the greatest warrior-kings the age had seen died a miserable death, coughing up his own lungs and burning with fever.
His heirs were notably less ambitious, and their newfound lands and wealth meant there was no longer need to raid their neighbors for supplies. As time passed they realized it was now much easier to simply trade for what they wanted. Complacency set it.
It was a gradual process, of course, and while for quite some time yet the longships carrying the warbands bearing the storm-lashed sigil would terrorize Vysha, their numbers, and the frequency of their appearance, lessened and lessened before halting completely.
That being said, House Worren has kept more than a sigil from these times. Their navy is still quite impressive to behold, and their famed company of *Einherjar* are some of the mightiest shock infantry present in the world.
Kharlord aspired to one day conquer the entirety of the island, and indeed, he may have yet succeeded, for he was a born conqueror. Yet his early death marked the end of his ambitions. Amusingly, perhaps, that death was not a glorious one, won in battle, or even the result of a masterful plot. No, Kharlord simply had too much to drink one night while carousing on the towns and got into a scuffle with some knaves. A scuffle he won, of course, but a shallow cut he was too inebriated to parry soon got infected. One of the greatest warrior-kings the age had seen died a miserable death, coughing up his own lungs and burning with fever.
His heirs were notably less ambitious, and their newfound lands and wealth meant there was no longer need to raid their neighbors for supplies. As time passed they realized it was now much easier to simply trade for what they wanted. Complacency set it.
It was a gradual process, of course, and while for quite some time yet the longships carrying the warbands bearing the storm-lashed sigil would terrorize Vysha, their numbers, and the frequency of their appearance, lessened and lessened before halting completely.
That being said, House Worren has kept more than a sigil from these times. Their navy is still quite impressive to behold, and their famed company of *Einherjar* are some of the mightiest shock infantry present in the world.
***Banamaðr***
Many noble families claim to possess ancestral weapons, passed down from Father to Son as a point of pride and serve as a symbol of the family's strength. However, *Banamaðr*, the ancestral blade of the Worren family, is more than a little unusual in it's properties. For one, it is quite large, easily on par with many Greatswords, as opposed to the far more elegant blades preferred by most noblemen. For another, it's blade is made of an unknown, onyx-colored metal, which has perplexed scholars and alchemists for as long as they have been allowed to examine it. Despite having been used for an astoundingly long time, it has never chipped, dulled, or required any manner of maintaining. Moreover, it's durability and quality are the stuff of legend, far surpassing even the finest steel blade. It is that quality that has allowed it to remain powerful even as the armor designs advanced, and time moved on.
Equally strange, perhaps, is also the decoration of this sword, or perhaps the complete lack thereof. There is no jewelry or embroidery adorning the hilt, no gemstone graces it's crossguard, no intricate patterns can be admired on the blade. The entire thing is completely unremarkable, with one notable exception-when the weapon is coated in large amounts of blood, several symbols become faintly visible on the blade. If they mean anything, it has been lost to time, and it is widely assumed none know how to read them. The Worrens most definitely cannot.
What the Worrens *do* know is the tale of how the sword found it's way to the family, long before they were known by that name, or had even set foot on Vysha. Of course, how much of that is true, and how much of that is blown out of proportion over countless generations of storytellers, once again, no one knows for sure. Those amongst the family that know the tale most definitely do not share it with outsiders, even close friends.
Many noble families claim to possess ancestral weapons, passed down from Father to Son as a point of pride and serve as a symbol of the family's strength. However, *Banamaðr*, the ancestral blade of the Worren family, is more than a little unusual in it's properties. For one, it is quite large, easily on par with many Greatswords, as opposed to the far more elegant blades preferred by most noblemen. For another, it's blade is made of an unknown, onyx-colored metal, which has perplexed scholars and alchemists for as long as they have been allowed to examine it. Despite having been used for an astoundingly long time, it has never chipped, dulled, or required any manner of maintaining. Moreover, it's durability and quality are the stuff of legend, far surpassing even the finest steel blade. It is that quality that has allowed it to remain powerful even as the armor designs advanced, and time moved on.
Equally strange, perhaps, is also the decoration of this sword, or perhaps the complete lack thereof. There is no jewelry or embroidery adorning the hilt, no gemstone graces it's crossguard, no intricate patterns can be admired on the blade. The entire thing is completely unremarkable, with one notable exception-when the weapon is coated in large amounts of blood, several symbols become faintly visible on the blade. If they mean anything, it has been lost to time, and it is widely assumed none know how to read them. The Worrens most definitely cannot.
What the Worrens *do* know is the tale of how the sword found it's way to the family, long before they were known by that name, or had even set foot on Vysha. Of course, how much of that is true, and how much of that is blown out of proportion over countless generations of storytellers, once again, no one knows for sure. Those amongst the family that know the tale most definitely do not share it with outsiders, even close friends.
