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Illyarion Myriavin


	       T I T L E S	      
The Raven King, The Swordmaster

	A G E		
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	R A C E		
 Elf

	T R A I N I N G		
Illyarion has lived more than a hundred years of conflict as a mercenary leader, fighting in battles on the entire length of the continent. As a result, he has become a complete expert with his sword and dagger, and while he is not as good with ranged weapons, he has learned a few offensive spells to cover him in that regard.

	E Q U I P M E N T		
◈ Shadoweaver: His most prized possession and an artifact passed on from father to son for as long as his house has existed. This magic sword is utterly unbreakable and so sharp that it is able to cut through regular steel unhindered, at least in the hands of those part of house Myriavin.

◈ The Raven King's Armor: Another prized possession of his house, though this armor has a rather exquisite look, it offers only slightly more protection than a regular suit of steel armor. However, unlike a suit of steel armor, this armor weighs practically nothing.

◈ Dark Blade: Unlike his main weapon and armor, this black-bladed intricately decorated dagger is nothing special, serving only as a regular steel dagger and a show of his former station.

	S P E L L  S K I L L S		
 ◈Arcane Bolt: A simple bolt of magical energy slightly more effective than a regular crossbow bolt.
 ◈Arcane Lance: The upgraded version of the arcane bolt, this magical projectile is much stronger, able to pierce most armors, however due to it's energy cost, one must cast it only when sure that he is able to hit.
 ◈Ravenbrand: For an hour every day, he is able to brand either an weapon or an armor with a magical mark. When on a weapon, it makes said weapon much lighter and much sharper, while on an armor of any sort, it makes the armor tougher than it already is and much lighter.
 ◈Raven's Call: A sort of magic unique to the Myriavin bloodline, it allows the user of the magic to sprout large black raven wings that allows the user to fly at will.
	O T H E R  S K I L L S		

◈Social Etiquette: Though with only minor holdings at the moment, Illayrion is still a noble and he acts like one anytime he is court. This allows him to navigate the court of Kron-Nesis with ease and without any repercussions.
◈Inspiring Leader: Illayrion has led troops for a long time, he has fought alongside them, he has eaten with them, he has slept alongside them and that earned him the respect of the men under his command, he is able to inspire the men under his command to do great deeds and to push themselves beyond their limits.
◈Agile Fighter: Illayrion knows that one must always move when fighting and as a result of that, he has become a quick fighter, always on the move and always quick to end a battle.

	A F F I L I A T I O N		
Kron-Nesis; Grand Marshal Lenius

	P E R S O N A L I T Y		
Illayrion is a man of few words, rarely speaking out of his own initiative unless he definitely has to and even then, he speaks only enough for him to convey his idea or to get his point across. However, even if he is not a very social person, he likes having friends, even if he does not go out of his way to make them. Even when he talks to someone he has never met, he will always greet anyone he meets with a courteous smile, be they a lowly peasant or a king.

However, when it comes to respect, so far he has only shown any semblance of true respect to only two people. The first of them is Grand Marshal Lenius of Kron-Nesis himself, as thanks to his influence, he was able to appoint the elven mercenary leader as a lord of a medium sized plot of land situated on the borders with the Darakeene Protectorate and finally be settled once again after spending more than a century as a mercenary leader. The second person he has shown respect to is the young daughter Maryvale, who was able to earn herself the title as strongest knight of Kron-Nesis in only ten years, something which deserved his respect.

	H I S T O R Y		
Illayrion was at first born to the great noble family of Myriavin within the royal courts of Curael Endir, however, he was unable to enjoy the intricacies of the court too much as only two months after he became the head of the house at the age of 20, as due to an unfortunate escalation with one of the rival noble houses, he is banished from the country and removed as the head of the house in favor of his uncle. However, before he leaves, he is able to take his family's heirlooms, the magic sword Shadoweaver and the Raven King's Armor.

With no other prospect, the young exiled noble decides to sell his services as a hired blade throughout the continent. At first, not many people were willing to hire a single mercenary with no real-life experience on the battlefield, but... as the years passed, he was able to garner enough experience and money to form his own band of mercenaries, the Band of the Raven. With his new men at his back, Illayrion began to get himself involved in actual wars, though after deliberation with his men, as he did not want to get them killed.

As the years, then the decades passed, Illaryrion participated in many petty conflicts around the world, however, the worst of them was the civil wars of Nyrae... and he had signed himself with none other than the Crow King himself. On the side of this cruel king, he was forced to participate in the most cruel battles of the civil war, the one who haunts him to the day was the destruction of the once great metropolis of the Barrows and the slaughter he and his men were forced to do.

After that day, most of his men left the band of the Raven, saying that they had earned enough money to live the rest of their lives in comfort and had seen enough bloodshed to  them for the rest of their lives. The few that remained pleaded with Illayrion to break his contract with the Crow King. After a few more days of deliberation, he and his remaining men riding for a full day and night without pause, for they knew what would happen if the King of Nyrae caught them.

Thankfully, he was able to ride without any intervention on part of the Crow King and reached one of the few places he had yet to visit, the Kingdom of Kron-Nesis. There, he and his men were hired not by the king, but by the new Grand Marshal of the country, as he had heard of Illayrion's skill in both leading men and fighting them. During the time there, he had won a few several minor skirmishes against the Protectorate and while he did not expect it, it seems that those skirmishes were what made Lenius to use his position to appoint him as a lord of a plot of land that had belonged to a previously disgraced lord.

With that, Illayrion and his men had found themselves a new place to call as home. This deed alone made the elf consider the Grand Marshal as his greatest friend and the Grand Marshal had found himself his staunchest ally.

@Delta44

Saxan felt odd walking among the streets, for most of his life, he had been used to patrolling battlefields and wilderness for Sentran soldiers or bandits, the city was very much different from what he was used to, a different sort of wilderness, one where only man lived and one where man ruled. While the city itself was not a big one, it was one of the bigger ones that he had seen and big cities meant more people and more people meant more attention towards him.

Thankfully, he was not alone in this, he had friends close by that he could distract himself with from the attention he received. While he had many of his former army friends with him, the one he was currently interested at the moment was the young cleric Blue Kismet, the girl to whom he owed his life. Despite the fact that she was from Mawtry and was basically forced to join the Combedean military, she was determined to save lives, no matter from what nation they were.

However, as his thought wandered, he was distracted by a ruckus as he passed in front of one of the temples that was dedicated to Kaher. Two families were arguing rather loudly outside the temple without any care for the scene they were making, he remembered vaguely hearing from a merchant as he was passing that the Aderan and Hyde families had a long-running feud and that they would often gather asking for just recompense for an offense that many could not remember. And in the middle of it all sat a young priestess, scared of being caught between the bloodshed that would surely arise.

"What is going on here?" Saxan shouted so he could make himself heard amongst all the bickering. "What is so important that you must make fools of yourselves in the middle of the day like this?" he asked sternly, to try and impose himself as figure of authority.

Attempts to cow civilians into civility
Intimidation roll: 10(I just forgot to add the proficiency modifier to it)

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