Name: Manfred Flyte
Title: Here following the titles of Lord Manfred Flyte, rightful and legal ruler of Anticlere and all within its borders, in correct order as recognized throughout the civilized realms of the world, correctly shortened to His Lordship the Flyte of Anticlere:

Flyte of Anticlere, elected of free will by the Council-Elect in lawful representation of all the citizens of the realm;
Captal of the Gradkeep, so proclaimed by all its lords, its barons, its knights and its freemen;
Baron-Elect and Protector of Mens;
Protector of the Benevolence;
Grand Magister of the Knights of the Flame.
Age: 72
Race: Breton (Anticlerian)
Gender: Male

Appearance: Age has taken its toll on what was once a man of impressive stature; however Manfred retains something of his former fitness. His back is not hunched, thus he still stands at five feet eight; his muscles still bear some shades of their former strength. Quite notably, the lord still looks slightly odd due to his arms being a bit too long and his legs – too short. His complexion is quite tan for a Breton, an echo of the time he spent as a younger man in war, something that is also evident in his impressive array of scars.

Unlike many men of his age, the Flyte of Anticlere has not lost much of his hair and still retains a full head of medium length whitened hair, along with a rather scraggly beard. With age, his blue eyes have taken on a deeper, world-weary look than they used to and often seem rather dead, appearing to sit deeper inside his skull than they used to; thick whitened eyebrows still frown above them in worried thought, as they have for most of Manfred’s life. What draws the unaccustomed eye most is the fact the tip of his rather large nose is gone, an old present from a Dremora during the now-distant Oblivion Crisis.

Skills: Age has stripped Manfred of his martial prowess, but it has not clouded his mind; the lord still remains one of the sharpest minds within his own borders and retains his love for combat – as a spectator if he cannot partake himself, even if his healers advise him even against that. Though his voice may normally seem rather quiet, it can take on a booming quality at moment’s notice, so the Flyte of Anticlere still retains his oratory skills as well. ‘Of all the old geezers on thrones’, more patriotic citizens sometimes say in Anticlere’s taverns after a few bottles of wine, ‘our old captal is the most alive – and the most dangerous.’

Equipment: Manfred is most often seen dressed according to the Anticlerian fashion, in a manner that befits his station and age – clothes that are rather loose-fitting and open, as is usual in Anticlere thanks to local custom as well as the warm climate, of rather bright colours and trimmed a bit conservatively (by the standards of other fashion currents in High Rock at least) in silver; as with most Anticlerian men, he also wears a sizeable white ruffled collar. Of late, however, the lord has also taking to wearing a slightly thicker mantle for warmth.

Background: Born the only son of Auberon Flyte, Lord of Anticlere, Manfred has had a long and troubled life, which, much like his reign over the realm inherited from his father, was a series of ups and downs. Challenged immediately after assuming the throne by his own mother, he outmanoeuvred her and marked himself as just as strict as his father by banishing her to the small isle of Mens off the coast of mainland Anticlere. The Oblivion Crisis that soon struck prevented him from solidifying his hold over the throne, however, and while he was campaigning in defence of Wayrest – at the time his sovereign – his own wife Joan made a bid for power, using fabricated evidence of her husband’s death and a claim of regency for their one year old son Auberon as tools; Manfred’s return put a swift and brutal end to it as the lord painfully ordered her execution.

For 28 years since those troubled times now, the reigning Flyte has sat on the throne, weathering the winds of change as Wayrest’s rule was changed by Daggerfall’s; he steered his realm away from the major military confrontations of those years, focusing instead on maintaining healthy trade relationships with the now-foreign port of Anvil as well as the much closer Redguard ports on the other side of the Iliac Bay. As a result, Anticlere has entered a miniature renaissance of economic prosperity and culture following the downfall experienced after the disastrous Riot of Reich Gradkeep years ago; something that has not gone unnoticed by her neighbours, who remain wary of the lordship’s continued neutrality and indifference to High Rock affairs – something that, according to the predictions of some, could not long last, not now when Daggerfall pulls together its resources for an anticipated confrontation with their age-old enemy across the Bay – a confrontation that many Anticlerians, Manfred included, view with distaste.


In the Bretic West, Anticlere is unusual in that its western border was actually outside the easternmost limits of the ancient kingdom of Daggerfall – which conquered nearly all other western Bretic realms (with the interesting exception of Glenpoint), eventually contracting politically but leaving behind its social structure and enormous cultural influence. Not only was Anticlere not a part of Daggerfall, however – it hardly had any dealings with it at all, at the time being far from the single realm we know it as today, but rather a mess of various magocrats’ holdings in the east and petty hillmen chieftains’ holdings in the west, who held off the unenthusiastic thrusts into what Daggerfallians of the time considered ‘the far east’ without too much difficulty, continual border raids and minor conflicts being the norm for the time of Daggerfall’s stay in what is now Shalgora. These circumstances make Anticlere rather distinct, but not, as some Daggerfallians might claim, inferior – in fact, some might say it actually has more vigour than the stagnated ancient structure that dominates the kingdom to its west.

The Lordship is quite easy to divide into two rather distinct cultural groups. In the west, the hills that stretch from the north almost to the very coast in the south of Anticlere and abate into the central plains of Shalgora are home to a rather independent and quite rugged people – the descendants of those same ancient semi-nomadic hillmen who were warlike even among the Bretons of the times, among whom conquerors and warriors numbered far more than artists and bards. Here, the petty nobility – and there is hardly any other sort in the Western Hills – is hardly distinguishable from the freemen, who dominate in this region and guard their status rather fiercely from their preferred solitude of farmsteads that seem almost like miniature fortresses.

The hilltop fortresses that dot this land are almost all those of the Flyte or maintained communally by the guilds of the capital – testament to a nobility that never quite formed, at least not in the way it did in most other parts of High Rock. To a Daggerfallian eye, these are almost the lands of barbarians who have no notion of order, though in fact to refer to them as hillmen would be rather archaic – the term is usually associated with the less advanced tribal people who wandered High Rock with their herds in its earliest years, while the freemen of the Anticlerian west are hardly any less cultured and sophisticated than their eastern lowland brothers; most often it is simply the case that the lack of sizeable estates and large collective fields upsets an eye used to the serf villages that dominate the rest of western High Rock.

It is the Gradkeep Plains in the east – who once gave their name to the entire realm – that seem more acceptable and appealing to foreign Bretons. Here one might even find a dozen or so families of greater nobles in the sea of their lesser counterparts, descendants of either the ancient magocrats or the more recent Gradkeeper barons who fought one another for influence and control before the eventual forming of Reich Gradkeep. Castles dot the land far more readily, and some are far grander and more imposing, than in the west, bastions of the last few remaining barons, whose power was mostly broken at the forging of a united realm and then again by Auberon Flyte’s ‘iron years’ – with the exception of the barons of Chestermarket, distant relatives of the now-extinct Graddock line.

Of note is the fact that in Anticlere, the social ladder for the nobility never became quite as extensive as elsewhere in High Rock. This has less to do with any inferiority that the Daggerfallians so readily ascribe anyone not following their example and more with the fact that the nobles haven’t for long held complete power here, overshadowed a fair bit by the emergent burghers of the capital, particularly the Guilds – who are by now more of political powers than unions of craftsmen.

Lord and Lady – the rulers of the realm, in Anticlere they have several titles; Flyte is the most recent, in honour of Auberon Flyte’s successful reign, however Gradkeepers in general most often refer to their ruler by the archaic title of captal, while their nobility also often use the title of Grand Baron, a remnant from the times when the Gradkeep was divided into dozens of little baronies.
Duke and Duchess – few exist in Anticlere, all invariably located in the eastern Gradkeep Plains, and even fewer of them often use this title, which is often considered with disdain a mere import from Daggerfall. Most prefer the much more established title of baron, though the ducal titles are more often used when dealing with Bretons from outside Anticlere to avoid confusion and insult.
Baron and Baroness – a catch-all term for Anticlerian nobility, unlike in Daggerfall and the realms that follow its model where it is merely the lowest rank of peer nobility. If one hears an Anticlerian talking about ‘the barons’, he or she may well be talking of nobles in general.
Chevalier – hardly a term for nobles anymore, however worth noting since there remain some traditional knights in some parts of the Gradkeep Plains. Much like what a baron is to the nobles, a chevalier is a term for all well-trained soldiers in Anticlere and in this day and age more often refers to a noble’s hired retainers (who are very popular – few nobles do not keep at least a tiny permanent force of several dozen well-trained fighters, almost always lead by battlemages) rather than what other Bretons might consider to be knights.

Name: Camaron Thagor
Title: Here following the titles of King Camaron, rightful ruler of the West, in correct order as recognized throughout the civilized realms of the world, shortened appropriately to His Majesty the Sovereign King of Daggerfall and all its domains and vassals:

King of All Daggerfall, indivisible and forever, thus entitled by right of blood and recognized by the Estates of the Realm;
Sovereign-Protector of Anticlere, of Illessan, of Daenia, of Shalgora, of Camlorn and all its domains;
Protector of the Church of Kynareth, of Mara, of Zenithar, and of the Faith of the Nine and all the Faithful;
Grand Magister of the Knights of the Dragon;
Grand Magister of the Knights of the Owl;
Honorary Magistrate-Defender of the Guild of Mages in High Rock;
Sovereign Lord of Tulune, of Northmoor, of Betony;
Rightful Lord and Patron of the City of Daggerfall and all her citizens, so recognized by the Guilds;
Baron of Glenpoint, of Rithwyn, and of Agaleck, and all other lesser domains rightfully of the House of Thagor.
Age: 40
Race: Breton (Daggerfallian)
Gender: Male

Appearance: Slightly under six feet, Camaron retains the fitness and poise he possessed in his youth. Though his skin is quite pale, especially compared to that usual to some of the other races of Tamriel, it is merely a natural feature common in the House of Thagor and among Bretic nobility in general; he is, in fact, very much healthy and rarely bothered either by sicknesses or old injuries.

Even as he soon turns 41, the king appears several years younger than he actually is, though age is beginning to show despite his best efforts – a careful eye could note that his pitch black hair is starting to thin slightly along the sides, its once deep colour losing just a touch of its texture as well; nevertheless, it is kept well trimmed and quite short with a slightly deliberately messy look to it that Camaron has proved unable to let go of through the years, which goes with his goatee and wispy moustache rather well. His light brown eyes retain a lively spark to them, though even it now sometimes dims, leaving his gaunt face strangely void of life when it does.

Skills: Camaron is a man of many skills, only a few of which are universally admired. He retains from his youth a reputation as one of the best dancers in the entirety of High Rock, as well as being supposedly still unmatched in the bedroom; a startling inability to keep his (many, many) affairs secret goes hand in hand with that. Unkind tongues often remember that the king’s achievements are often in the ballroom rather than in the jousting field, which is true where popular opinion is concerned – though he is a fine jouster and far from the last sword of his realm, whatever tourney victories he wins are overshadowed by a new scandal that same evening in the feast. All in all, the ruler of Daggerfall is an embodiment of Bretic passion and gusto for life.

All these escapades and adventures, along with many more, have contributed to the image of Camaron as an incompetent, lavish ruler. Those few who are part of the monarch’s closest circle of friends and advisors know that he considers this reputation his greatest victory of all.

Equipment: The king’s clothes vary from occasion to occasion, however as a rule he stays at the forefront of High Rock fashion, now often favouring exquisite robes of Nibenese soul silk over the armour of his youth; in fact, Camaron is rarely seen in military equipment, preferring to leave outfits almost Colovian in their simplicity and martial flavour to the more militant of his bannermen.

Background: Entitled to the very highest circle of Bretic politics from the moment of his birth, Camaron was the firstborn heir of the ancient House Thagor, the ruling bloodline of Daggerfall since (with some interruptions) the early First Era. His father Gothryd was an admired hero of the War of Betony, setting the bar high for his son from his first marriage; especially so since no other Bretic heirs were soon coming, with the king’s marriage to Aubk’i of Sentinel.

Public opinion from his own time might hold that Camaron failed in comparison to his father, proving an indulgent and passionate man who seemed to focus far more on lavish celebrations and ceremonies than ruling the kingdom, but it is often forgotten that during his reign, Daggerfall has more than stood its ground against the threatening advances of Wayrest’s shrewd Queen Elysana – it has expanded to include several neighbouring realms, annexing them outright or binding their rulers in oaths of vassalage. For a man who allegedly does not rule at all save from his bedroom, the current king’s reign has been quite successful, from his uneventful succession soon after the close of the Third Era right up to the current days of High Rock.


Daggerfall is among the most densely populated regions in High Rock, and one of the most prosperous as well – at least as far as its nobility is concerned. A land of pleasant rolling hills yet stark social contrasts, many areas that have been part of the kingdom for longest have inherited from ancient times of Elven rule a habit of treating the commoners almost like slaves; many peasants remain serfs to this day and age, and sometimes even the burghers of the towns and cities cannot feel safe from the selfish designs of the nobility. Meanwhile, countless barons, sur-barons, baronets and their ilk cling to the right to call their bloodline noble, treasuring ancient documents, treaties and privileges in vast record books that are iconic of the Daggerfallians’ love of all things dusty, old and proven, all in the name of protecting their freedom. Even the lowliest chevalier – the martial lesser nobility of the realm – may have proof of his (or her; female knights are far from unheard of in the realm, though Bretons of some other realms may find this odd and even preposterous) status that goes back to the first known knightly privileges granted by King Thagore in the early years of the First Era.

The nobles of Daggerfall are thus the most politically active of the estates; in fact, they have a virtual monopoly over all offices and goings-on in the realm, as well as a dominant position in the economy and making up the backbone of the kingdom’s military. This is at the expense of the other three estates – the clergy, the burghers and the peasantry, all of whom have little to no say in the General Estates of the realm, despite the fact both the king and his blue-blooded vassals feel the need to maintain some facade of the others’ involvement and activity in the rule of the realm. Just around 7% of the kingdom’s inhabitants (a higher percentage compared to most other Bretic realms, where nobles may make up only 2-4%, but nevertheless just a small portion of the whole population) therefore have nearly complete control over the whole rest, except insofar as they are checked by the king in his own pursuit of unquestioned control.

Titles of the nobility in Daggerfall are as follows, from the monarch himself to the lowliest, most destitute and least influential of all:

King and Queen – in theory equal by Daggerfall’s law, but one or the other invariably dominates the other; the case for most of the kingdom’s history has been the king taking the dominant role, as they nearly always come from House Thagor and thus are well established in the realm, whereas their queens tend to be foreigners – either from other Bretic realms or other corners of Tamriel altogether.
Archduke and Archduchess – mistakenly often believed to be a new title created for the purpose of establishing Camlorn’s status in the new joint kingdom. In fact, there are four other families that can claim the title; all of them based in the old heartland of the kingdom’s core and all of them vastly influential and powerful.
Duke and Duchess – lesser in relation to the Archdukes, those of this rank are usually considerably more powerful than elsewhere in High Rock, owing to Daggerfall’s influence and wealth compared to many less fortunate Bretic realms. It is not uncommon for them to have holdings beyond the old borders of the kingdom, particularly in the previously independent Barony of Tulune – something that made politics between the two realms vastly complicated.
Lord-Marcher and Lady-Marchess – an ancient title mostly unique to Daggerfall and several surrounding realms that inherited their social structure from the kingdom, nobles holding this title are quite rare and usually are referred to as simply Marcher or Marchess. This is a title granted to nobles handpicked by the king to take charge of problematic border regions, being granted authority to call a levy from the surrounding lands without the word of the ruling monarch; understandably, this makes this position rather problematic and that is why this is not usually a hereditary title.
Baron and Baroness – the lowest title that still confers peerage upon a noble, i.e. the right to carry oneself as an equal among other nobles of Daggerfall and even the monarchs and be respected as such.
Sur-Baron and Sur-Baroness – most easily explained as those who are not considered peers but are also too influential or nevertheless honoured to be granted the rank of baronet. Daggerfallian heralds claim there are quite distinct differences between these three titles, yet there are no recorded explanations of such.
Baronet and Baronetess – an obscure middle ground between the ‘proper’ nobility and the vast ranks of lesser nobility, baronets are quite far from being considered peers, however may be granted the privilege of ‘the Cloth’ – exemption from personal war service. This does not stop many from confusing baronets with chevaliers, which is usually a great insult to those who hold this rank.
Chevalier – the title itself does not differentiate between male and female, however men of this rank are referred to as ‘sir’, while women – ‘dame’; as mentioned above, female knights are not so unusual in Daggerfall. The status of chevalier is the only more promising hint of social mobility in the kingdom – far from being peers, chevaliers are often not even considered proper nobility and may not be granted the Cloth; their status depends entirely on service in war and they are what is most often meant when one says ‘bannerman’ in Daggerfall. While usually hereditary, their status depends more than other nobles’ on being able to actually perform their function – chevaliers who cannot prove that they own at least two horses for their own personal use are stripped of the rank.

Name: Arniel de Athee

Title: Duke of Urvaius

Age: 29

Race: Breton

Gender Male

Appearance: Arniel is a tall man who is relatively slender when compared to his peers. He’s not what you would consider unattractive but he’s not stunning either. He has dark brown hair and it creeps round his face to form a short beard and mustache. His eyes are a light grey that almost blend into the white surrounding them.

Skills: Arniel’s main skills lie with his tongue and his mind. When he was young he was taught the motto ‘Knowledge is power’ and he has gathered as much information about those around him as possible, making him one of the best informed individuals in the Illiac Bay. Despite his sharp mind even Arniel could not hope to remember all of this knowledge alone and has several books that contain his collected works based on their importance to him, out of fear of theft there are several fake books and the actual information is split between other plain bound books that are kept in secret locations. Arniel has no particular combat skills preferring to avoid combat entirely.

Equipment (Weapons, armor, misc.): The Duke makes a point to outfit himself in comfortable fitted Doublets anytime he makes a public appearance, these are usually deep reds or purples. The only weapon he carries with him is an extravagant dagger, gilded in gold and inlaid with various gems it is more for show than use and has never tasted blood.
Background: Arniel grew up in Urvaius city in Castle Deepstone with the late Duke Crendal de Athee his father. His mother died two years after he was born whilst trying to birth a second child for her husband, neither survived.

After his wife’s passing Duke Crendal became quiet and reclusive seeing little of his infant son. Arniel grew up under the eyes of a tutor hired for him by his father, an old Altmer who understood the value of knowledge and taught Arniel to read, both books and people.

Despite not being particularly skilled with magic he still loved his time learning from and reading the old tomes stored in the libraries in the castle with the magi.
With time his father grew ill, poisoned by his own inactivity, he rarely left the castle and eventually the damp crept into his lungs.

After his father passed Arniel inherited the Dukedom. The newly made Duke settled into his position quickly, fast becoming well known in the city and surrounding areas as a fair and judicious ruler. Since inheriting the throne he has worked hard to improve the standing of the province, using its connections to the Azurian Sea to increase trade with other provinces, including the old Yoku remnants.

Name: Varthlokkur (Varth for short)
Title: Court Wizard of Urvaius
Age: 107
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Male

Appearance: Varth is tall, standing at 6’ 3’’, with angry, red eyes that are common among those of his race. His flesh is a rather pale ashen color, identifying him as a Dark Elf. Varth’s hair is of dark brown color with tinges of grey that extends down to his shoulders in a clean yet unkempt mane.

Skills: Varth is highly skilled in magic, mainly in the fields of Conjuration, Destruction, and Necromancy. During his previous employments as court wizards and estate sorcerers, he crafted many enchanted trinkets and potions, making him very skilled with alchemy and enchanting. On the side, he is also talented in the fields of illusion, stealth, and swordplay, though his old age is just starting to put quite a hampering on said skills. He currently spends his time drabbling in necromancy and related experiments, as well as researching ancient Morrowind and Skyrim.

Equipment: Varth is often clad is flowing black robes and a black hooded cloak to match, giving him the appearance of the archetypical evil sorcerer. Underneath his robes, he often wears a regiment of simple clothing and soft boots. He carries an ancient Nordic broadsword with him, though it is rarely used, as well as several elven daggers. His lad is littered with ancient tomes, alchemical equipment, and potions, any of which could be on his person at any time.

Background: Varth grew up in an orphanage with no parents, and at a young age, he decided to venture out into the world. He joined the Tribunal Temple very early on, yearning for spirituality and knowledge. After many years, he raised high into the ranks due to his cunning and intellect, and use of magic. He became a librarian at Vivic’s Hall of Wisdom, and eventually took the place of head scribe, who was in charge of finding books from all over Morrowind, cataloging them, and placing them in the library. In addition to this post, Varthlokkur was often assigned to kill under the name of the Temple due to his natural skills as an assassin. He burned out many ashlander cults, Neravine impersonators, dissident priests, and other civilians.

But, as he got to an even higher rank, Varth discovered the truth behind the Tribunal’s power. He felt betrayed and lied too, and all of the assassinations he performed for the Temple were against innocent citizens. Varth quickly pack up his belongings and fled Morrowind in a rage, but his exit was not as crafty as preferred.

He ended up killing two Temple personnel to escape, and was branded a heretic. Varth ran from the Temple assassins for many years, and in said time, he joined the Thieves Guild and a few mercenary groups. Varth was finally able to stop running when the Neravine completed his quest and killed Dagoth Ur, and the number of assassins who hunted him finally trickled down to only one or two.

Varth moved from place to place, acting as a court wizard or alchemist here and there, until the start of the Oblivion Crisis, where he found a comfortable position as the court wizard in the vassal of Urvaius.

Name: Senhyn Valtieri
Titles:

Archduke of Camlorn and Lord Marshall of Daggerfall as appointed by His Grace the King of Daggerfall, Camaron Thagor;
Lord Protector of the Duchy of Urvaius and the Counties of Kambria, Koegria, and Dwynnen;
Lord and Patron of the City of Camlorn by birthright, so recognized by the guilds;
Grand Magister of the Knights of the Wolf.

Age: 49
Race: Breton
Gender Male

Appearance: Senhyn Valtieri has always been a strong and hard man. He stands at around 6’2” and even as he ages retains a sculpted and strong physique. His head is covered in thinning dark grey-brown hair. He is not yet bald, but a few small signs are beginning to show. His face is hard and sharp with strong cheekbones and a chiseled jaw-line. Around his mouth he has a grey goatee, but the rest of his face is clean shaven. Senhyn’s eyes are a cold deep blue-green and show many years of wisdom. Cutting through his well trimmed goatee across the right corner of his mouth is a small scar. Senhyn’s skin is moderately tan and bares a few scars, tokens of battles long past.

Skills: Senhyn is well trained in the arts of warfare, both in combat and strategy. As a boy he was tutored in the ways of the sword as well as the ways of the dimplomat. Senhyn has had a long and good reign over Camlorn, and for good reasons. His mind is just as sharp as his sword, which is to say rather sharp, and he can disarm a foe through words as well as brute force. Senhyn is a fierce diplomat and an even fiercer fighter. Even as he ages he still participates in many of Daggerfall’s tournaments; he even wins a few of them, but as the years pass he finds himself unable to do all that he used to. However Senhyn holds himself to a strict code of honor, which in the eyes of some hinders his potential. Senhyn would rather give his life than dishonor his name or his realm.

Equipment (Weapons, armor, misc.): Senhyn typically wears a plain http://www.sirclisto.com/400mm.jpg or http://www.sirclisto.com/400nn.jpg over a tunic with knee breeches and riding boots along with a cape embroidered with the emblem of Camlorn and a plain silver chain of office around his neck; however when he is in battle he is armored in an extravagant suit of steel http://www.photosfan.com/images/medieval-suits-of-armor-1.jpg . When marching into battle Senhyn carries a http://www.swordworld.com.au/Uploads/Images/catalogue-m-longsword-15th-century.jpg whose blade in engraved with the moto of House Valtieri, Mort abans que deshonor “Death before dishonor”. He also carries a steel plated kite shield baring the banner of Camlorn. He is not a man for style and fashion and his armor is about the most extravagant thing he owns.

Background: Senhyn was the firstborn son of the previous Duke of Camlorn, Duke Aeryn Valtieri. Therefore it was his destiny to follow in his father’s footsteps and take his office. His father had him tutored in the arts of war and diplomacy from a young age. By the time Senhyn had reached the age of 16 he was already riding to war with his father and participating in his meetings. When Senhyn was 19 his father was killed in battle, making him the new Duke of Camlorn. Senhyn quickly grew into the position and ruled just as well as his father had, better according to some.

At the age of 25 Senhyn was married to a noble by the name of Lysa of Anticlere. Their first child, Astien (24), was born two years later. Lysa gave Senhyn 3 more children, a son Claude (18), and a two daughters, Kelmena (22), and Maria (16). The eldest daughter, Kelmena was betrothed to the young Prince Camaron of Daggerfall at the age of 18 and is now the Queen of Daggerfall. Her marriage to the Prince tied the knot between Daggerfall and Camlorn, forging a strong alliance between the nations. However ten years ago Lysa died during the birthing of their fifth child, who was dead upon delivery. This turned Senhyn into a slightly bitter man when it came to love and marriage. Since the death of Lysa Lord Senhyn has not taken another wife nor shown any interest of taking another.

Since the secession from the Empire Senhyn has mostly kept to himself and attempted to avoid any lasting conflict. However when fighting did break out he managed to defeat many of the small states that opposed him in the North; other nearby states quickly pledged their loyalty to Camlorn in fear of the realm's growing power. This greatly increased the size of Camlorn and its territories making it one of the largest powers in the west. Senhyn, being a smart man, noticed that if Daggerfall and Camlorn were united they could become an even larger factor in the ever changing political battlefield of High Rock. Therefore he proposed that the King wed his eldest daughter, Kelmena. King Camaron consented and the two were wed the next year. Since then Camlorn and Daggerfall have maintained a tight bond and are now the dominant political power in the West of High Rock.

Name: Astien Valtieri
Title: Heir to the Archduchy of Camlorn and all of its titles
Age: 24
Race: Breton
Gender Male

Appearance: Astien is a rather handsome you man. He has shoulder length dark brown hair that he keeps pulled back into a pony tail most of the time. His hair is complemented by his father’s piercing blue-green eyes. He has a certain look of sophistication and suave that is lacking in his father who is much more gruff and blunt. He shares his father’s height and stands about 6’1; however he is much more lean. His face is also much more slender and elegant; he favors his mother much more than his father.

Skills: Astien is very different from his father. Where his father would favor brute force in a battle, Astien would favor finesse. This is evident in the way that he has trained in the arts of combat and war. Astien is a fierce duelist and favors rapiers and schiavonas rather than long swords and shields. His mind like his father’s is quick and sharp, yet more agile and cunning. Astien boasts quick reflexes and an even quicker tongue. He would rather fight in court than on the battlefield.

Equipment (Weapons, armor, misc.): Astien typically wears rather nice http://www.twinrosesdesigns.com/Burgundy_and_Gold_Doublet_Front_Shot.jpg of varying color and fashion with matching pants and knee-high boots as well as a half cape draqed across his shoulder. On the rare occasion that he does ride into battle he wears a suit of elegant studded leather armor over a set of chainmail; when Astien duals he wears a http://www.a2armory.com/images/medievalcostumes/men/leatherjerkin.jpg. He also prefers to use http://pics.myarmoury.com/ebe_collection_nathan02.jpg and Rapiers rather than typical long swords.

Background: Astien is the firstborn son of Archduke Senhyn Valtieri and the late Lysa of Anticlere. Astien grew up in the court of his father and quickly became fascinated by politics as a boy. His father attempted to train him in the arts of war however the only thing Astien ever took a liking too was dueling and his studies. After a few years Senhyn gave up trying to shape his son into a military commander and allowed him to train as he wished. Over the years Astien became a fierce duelist. So far only a few have bested him.

However he also became a fierce politician and participated in many of his father’s court hearings and councils. He has gained the nickname “The Fox of Camlorn” for his sharp wits and quick tongue. Astien travelled to many places in his teens, including the Kingdom of Sentinel across the Illiac. Astien also found himself getting into a lot of trouble as a youth. He was often caught "fooling around" with young serving maids in the castle. Eventually his father was forced to release all servants under the age of 30 to stop his son's antics. However Astien's eyes then turned on the young daughters of his father's vassals, which quickly resulted in the return of the younger servants in fear of a scandal.

In recent years Astien has stayed within the borders of High Rock and every so often rules the Archduchy of Camlorn when his father is away. He rules much differently though and believes that his father's sense of honor is a major hindrance on the potential power of Camlorn.

Name:Waylon Thoreau
Title:Waylon the Wrathful, Duke of Alcaire & Grand Marshall of Wayrest to Queen Elysana
Age:38
Race:Breton
GenderMale

Appearance: Waylon is a muscular and lean man, carrying a tanned skin tone and very light, golden brown eyes upon his head. A slight pinch of dark blond hair covers his jaw line, while only a few tiny hairs can be seen upon his shaven, oval-like head. The little hair covering the top of his scalp is slightly darker than that on his face. His brows are somewhat thick, always seemingly turned down in an angry manner. A small vertical scar holds itself slightly below his right eye, along with a few wrinkles that cover his bitter, worn cheeks. He stands near the size of 6 feet, somewhat taller than most men of his land, but not so noticeably towering.

Skills: Waylon is an experienced strategist. While he was, at one point in time, a most well-versed combatant of the Knights of the Rose, his body, though still fit, is now older. While he could still hold his own in combat when needed, he is more-so of a strategist and a long time studier of military theory. He is a man of many skills, such as marksmanship, swordsmanship, and axe fighting. He holds a deep knowledge of many maneuvers and positions, but the most notable unique information he holds is that of siege weaponry.

Equipment (Weapons, armor, misc.): Aside from his normal clothing, Waylon, at some points, may wear the honorable robe of the Knights of the Rose, which holds the Crest of Wayrest sewn into its blue black, along with a red rose padded into the front. In battle, He wears steel plate over steel mail, adorned with the crest of Wayrest. In the rare moments he goes into the battle, he carries with him a lance in charges, as well as a triangular steel shield. His sword clings to his leather belt at all times, being his most valuable weapon. He may take a bow into battle as well.

Background: Waylon was born in Wayrest, son of a Bretic Wayrestian merchant and knight. He grew up with a good education, learning all sorts of things about business from his father. Though he knew these things, business disgusted him, and instead he took his time into reading the various history books of the age, along with participating in studies on warfare. At 18, he began to go to battle himself, participating in many different skirmishes throughout Wayrestian territories. For the first time, he saw war for the terrible bane of existence it really was, and from then on, he swore to not fight unless it was absolutely his duty and unavoidable. Though war was terrible in his eyes, he still fought for his homeland, first leading simple peasants against different bandits and marauders, carrying his experience over into skirmishes between different Lords. After these battles at the age of 24, he attended a military academy in Wayrest, in which many sons of knights took part. It was necessary for a knight to know how to fight for his homeland, both with his sword and with his mind. However, Waylon was often not as chivalrous as one would think. While he is a fair fighter, he is nearly always merciless to his enemies. Waylon has recently been appointed ruler of the Duchy of Alcaire by Elysana herself, and given the title of Marshall of Wayrest. He now commands Wayrest’s armies for his Queen.

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Title: Queen of Evermore
Age: 86
Race: High-Elf
Gender Female

Appearance: By all accounts quite supernaturally beautiful woman, Syllawen Direnni is in the prime of her youth and it shows. The Queen's skin is a polished gold, her features bright and almost Bosmeri in their softness. Her long, auburn hair is arranged in a different flamboyant and ornate style every time Syllawen goes to court. Syllawen will simply not leave the Palace without at least a dozen artisans to follow her litter and tend to her appearance.

Skills: Almost none. Great Clan Direnni's attempts to install any of the family trades upon Syllawen during her youth in Balfiera met with resounding failure. If Syllawen does posses any skill whatsoever, it would be in the commune with Faeries, Nymphs and Spriggans, the languages of each she is fluent in. Syllawen has been a passionate lover poetry all her life, although her own compositions are described by all not under the threat of decapitation as terrible beyond endurance. Syllawen is not a particularly charming woman, though her quite unbelivable good looks more than compensate for this.

Equipment (Weapons, armor, misc.): Syllawen is normally to be found dressed in any number of a selection of extravagant gowns, each at the very height of fashion. She also likes to carry around an ornate Akavir-styled blade with the Direnni Clan insignia, and often boasts that as a child she could best any of her brothers in one-on-one combat.

Background: Born into perhaps the most famous of all Altmer familes outside of the Isles, Syllawen was peculiar amongst Clan Direnni in her stupidity. While not by any means dim-witted, Syllawen was the only one of her siblings to completely shun all academia. Instead Syllawen spent her youth playing with fairies in the Gardens of Balfeira and reading romantic poetry. When the time came to marry her off, the clan was did not know quite what to do with her. By this time her siblings where all storied Alchemists, Court-Wizards or infamous Sorcesses, and in comparison Syllawen seemed quite useless. Her one attribute was her unusual, uncanny beauty, that had been noticed from a young age. Her mother often joked (bitterly) that she had given birth to a Nymph, not a Direnni.
Eventually it was decided she would be married off to the Monarch of Evermore, King Titus, as a diplomatic gesture. Titus' last marriage had ended in scandal, and most Bretonish Princesses were warned not to go near him. Nevertheless, this proved quite the diplomatic coup for Clan Direnni, an Alliance with the not inconsiderable Kingdom of Evermore. King Titus himself had no complaints.

As expected, as the decades drew on Titus grew old and eventually surcame to death by old age, while his wife only blossomed in her youth. What was not expected was the contents of the late King's will; his consort Lady Syllawen was to be named Queen of Evermore on the event of his death. This caused quite a stir in the sleepy kingdom, some whispered fogery. In the end an independent investigation was brought in from Wayrest that declared the will genuine and quite untampered with, and King Titus' death of natural causes.

Nearly two years have passed now since Syllawen's ascent to the throne and many of her subjects are already growing weary of the extravagant Queen. Although she is kind to her subjects, her total lack of experiance in all matters diplomatic have caused many a headache in the court. Naturally Syllawen finds herself trusting Elysana of Wayrest in everything. Syllawen quite looks up to the Queen of Wayrest and fancies herself the next in that tradition, in which she very much includes Queen Potema. As has been said, Queen Syllawen has a poetic imagination.