BORN: 28/9 1120 in Golny
REALM: Cyan Mentalism
HEIGHT: 183 cm
1120 S.A. born
1132 S.A. Revin razed
“Such a journey from commoner to highly praised very few have taken, even fewer spiced it with downfall and another rise.”
Lionel was born in the year 1120 in Golny, by a family living in , a small town at northern shore. His father a Jomzaar Dyer and his mother a N'Aldaan Weaver. With nine older siblings, they were considered one of the larger families in town. Family life -meals, tasks and play was always a crowded thing. And in the rare occasions where all other siblings was working or away, there was neighbour kids to play with. All in all, the life in Revin was joyful and it was very rare the town officials walked the streets, or the Country’s armed forces passed by. People knew people, and the law enforcement was strong and punishment harsh.
Lionel told me that in 1132, on the very day he was to become a man, the town ceremony was interrupted by the wounded town lawman riding into the square –bleeding from multiple wounds, with several arrows sticking out here and there, and only holding the reins with one remaining arm he screamed, “N'Aldaan are attacking, run you fools –flee…” and then he turned back towards the gate. Every citizen began to panic, some grabbed their kids and ran for the jungle. Others ran into the sea and jumped boats and ship and paddled away. Some stood frozen, stepping right, then left… He said, he saw his father looked at him and as their eyes met, he saw an arrow hit his father as he pointed at the boats and then out at the island in the bay, Maskurm… Lionel took this advice and ran swiftly to a boat and swung himself aboard. Grabbing an oar the man onboard was just about to throw him out, but instead yelled, “ok, then row, row as never before lad”.
As they rowed they could see flames erupt in the now distant Revin and it was there that it dawned to Lionel. Laws meant nothing, anyone strong enough could merely take what they wanted and not care for the consequences.
He told me that after a few days passed… he persuaded two other kids to row back to Revin… back in town they saw the carnage a town razing brought along… everything destroyed and everyone killed or gone…
Oh the horror of our ancestral piracy tendencies… they spent the day filling their boat… with the valuables they could scavenge from the ruins…
And as the armed forces of Golny approached to secure Revin, they sailed back to the Maskurm…
Lionel and his new friends used the valuables to buy one of the larger boats from an old wounded captain. With it they began sailing from Maskurm back to the peninsula in Golny where Revin laid, then to Agion and back to at the south side of Maskurm. At first it gave them but food on the table. But in a few years their steady route had attracted so many customers, that their boat became too small and they bought a ship. Lionel took charge of the new one and decided to sail the opposite direction, meeting his friends whenever they arrived at their self created harbour at the feets of . The business grew and grew and they soon bought two ships more, making each of the trio full blown captains on their own vessel and had special rings designed for the trio. They also altered the route so all was clockwise but with departure each week. The boat was then used solely to sail special hasty trips of goods and customers.
In 1170, just as Lionel’s ship was about to anchor, their boat came up aside it and the captain told of a gargantuan ship which had anchored west of the island. As they had hailed it they had seen really odd-looking sailors who spoke in some strange language and using a dialect they haven’t heard before. And no, it was not N’Aldaan pirates. Lionel quickly commanded all passengers ashore at Ishmirr with promises that cargo would come back soon –and any loss be redeemed greatly. Then he ordered the boat to aid the passengers and yelled to his crew to set sail. He wanted to meet these odd ones.
I tell you, I curse that day, when he met them darn snouted hunchbacks, and felt a good deal brewing. Of course he couldn’t know the scope of their vile plan, but show me a foreign race coming with a smile to your docks –telling stories of trade of prosperity. And I’ll show you my blade… Anyways. I’ve been told that his ship “Island of Piecao!”.” reached the strangers just as they began to anchor out. So he encouraged his crew to sail close and throw ropes for tying them to the gargantuan vessel. The strangers grabbed the ropes and as knots where tied, he jumped aboard and with open armed beamed, “I am Lionel, son of , and I bid you welcome to… …
It was a bold move, both entering that Kinoblin , but also naming the island as if he was some sort of official. But I got to give the man, he’s always been bold as few. And that day it was his luck that his ship was full of Dalip, West Fjella and even Midgard specialities. Because the Kinoblin had brought along furs, skins, pearls, gems, ambers, tusks, feathers, herbs, porcelain, and much more from afar. He managed to buy extreme amounts for cheap compared to the value it would later bring, and it’s said that his ship have bever run waters as deep as it did when ropes was loosened and they set off for the nearby shore. That was but the first of continued trade with the exotic Kinoblin.
Paying dues to customers for the cargo he traded almost broke the trio’s ties, but Lionel insisted on keeping the Kinoblin goods despite immediate demands and pay customer losses in gold and silver. I’ve never learned his name, but one of the trio was so unhappy with the decision that he sold his part to the other two and left for Midgard. The other one though, stayed and borrowed Lionel enough so that all damages were paid, and kept the business routes going. As they promoted a officer to captain of the now vacant vessel. Lionel took his ship and sailed eastward, the outbought friend travelling along. The goal was to establish awareness and demand for these rare goods through ought the Isles.
8 months later he returned with rare goods from West Fjella, East Fjella, Midgard, Markeoy and Darin. And such a profit on top that they had never seen before. They agreed to try a bold move and started negotiations with the king of Golny, about buying some land at the west side of Maskurm. The king always in need of cash and easily touched by great gifts, allowed Lionel to buy the whole island for the prize of one each year and by swearing fealty towards him. As negotiations went on the fealty demand got erased from the treaty, in I’ve heard, exchange for a rather large chest of gems.
Thus, with the deed of the Island, now named Piecao in the annals of Golny. They started to build a fort and a harbour at the westernmost shore and within 3 months it was functional a d hopes where high. As they had timed it match to a full year they had all their boats and ships anchor up outside their new stronghold. And their move proved be a wise one, as at the very day of one year since last meeting –a gargantuan Kinoblin Junk again anchored up. And trade began anew.
In but a few years the rumours of exquisite goods had spread throughout the Isles, and Lionel made sure to deal with but the strongest of warlords, wealthiest families and most influential emissaries. Always telling of a continued supply and the need of strong bonds between seller and customer. And ensuring everyone understood what would happen if Piecao was sacked or him killed. Thus, did he form a sheltering net of extremely powerful allies to secure his trader heaven. And none was ever allowed to be in such a debt that it would give reason to ‘dark thoughts’.
So, as year 1199 turned into 1200 his friend and he, celebrated new year at the finished mansion atop the hillcrest allowing view down into a thriving Piecao and Jomzaar lowborns.below the tovering Mt. Ishmirr to the east. A great harbour, city, fort, mansion, fleet, trade empire, and their own special guard corpse the work of two
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In 1201 as demand for the Kinoblin goods kept growing, and their yearly Junk was filled to bursting point when arriving it was emptied at arrival. Thus, the Kinoblin asked for permission to establish their own warehouses in the harbour, and in return would see that a ship would come each quarter. Lionel agreed and spent the next 35 years consolidating his growing empire. Had he but known the reason behind this, my guess is he would have had the fight that day. But Lionel agreed and spent the next 35 years consolidating his growing empire.
In 1236 he was approached by emissaries from the Holy Star Order, who had been told by the King of Golny to ask Lionels permission to the question whether they could set up a monastery at the old mountainside village out east. The decline to let any religious order settle in his free trader heaven was prompt but polite. It was to be a place free and with no ties to Hordes, kings or orders and it had to stay.
15 years would pass before the Holy Star Order again disembarked and stood at his boardwalk, glancing out at the three Junks anchored up in the now way larger harbour and countless Kinoblin transporting goods to and from huge warehouses. Piecao had somehow transformed and looked no longer like a heaven in pact with nature. Everything natural was worked into straight alleys, rolling slides, boardwalks, warehouses and loading cranes. The harbour and city itself was now a working machine, but when they passed through the gate from inner city to the mansion section –they were struck by the beautifully cultivated landscapes and how exotic plants and elaborate constructions melted together. The also noticed how the guards had new uniforms and donned other colours than back then. Anyways, they would find out what they needed for sure as they planned to stay for some weeks.
I would have loved to see their faces, as they most certainly was surprised by the splendour and exquisite things in his art collection. Despite them being wealthy as well, Lionel’s wealth was rumoured to be close to all the Triad Traders, and certainly greater than the new High Kings. Lionel did tell me that he thought they did gloat but they hid the awe pretty well, after all they was there to do business. Serious business, that could tear some of the bonds recently tied, but as a holy order they had to try expand and enlighten people. Kalmo told me, that Lionel bade them be patient and enjoy a few days, as he had worked as requested in their and his solution should be arriving any day soon.
A fortnight later a small boat with three passengers docked, and they hasted to his mansion. Aragon told me it was a ranger from called Bergon who had access to a valued secret, Gizmo carrying a bag of , a rare Kinoblin gemstone, and Lionel’s old friend now residing in the shadows of the High Kings court.
The following day they discussed a bold move, which would either allow the Holy Star Order foothold at East Fjella, or a load of trouble with the new High King and the Counsel of Colours. But as they felt balance amongst the Isles tip, they had to be bold –or perish. So as the year of 1251 was fading, they all sailed out on the greatest quest of theirs ever.
I was indeed surprised about the outcome, and that Meanbone 2 years later would support Gizmo in becoming the first .
24 years later Gizmo once again sat in the mansion of Lionel, at very late hours enjoying a pleasant talk about old days and adventures. And two issue brought to his attention by Brucester, the commander of the in Ivory Vale. Regarding a large portion of Tiger-eyes which had recently surfaced at . In sizes, amounts and tints, resembling some which the old gem cutters had told him was similar to ones they gave to Gizmo long ago. And as he himself without luck had tried to find that stable boy, , from back then. He could think of only two other persons, holding them for this long –one he regarded high –and another had great concerns about.
And then, to the growing frowns of Lionel, the rumors at High Kings court about a fisherman who in his net cought a old dissolved corpse, wearing a very special ring. One fitting a description Gizmo had only seen twice before. At the hand of the High King liason he once met in this very office and there at the hand of Lionel, and he heard only 3 such existed. What could Lionel tell about where that old…
-suddenly a scream erupted from a guard on duty, accompanying the first morning sunray, “Alarm, we are under attack, Kinoblin traito…”.
They both jumped up, tension broken, and looked out seeing the streets filled with dagger wielding Kinoblin. Slicing throats of the defenceless citizens and workers, and releasing lightning bolts and other foul magic towards the armed guards. As Gizmo said, “See the lamps some have, notice they glow before each Magic Paths release…”, the roof window splintered and several Kinoblin jumped down and landed combat ready in front of them. None never managed to tap their lamps or unleash their energies, such a masterly melee did the duo deliver when it came down to steel, speed, stamina and Magic that it ended with the death of all attacking Kinoblin. Victorious they each grabbed a lamp from the dead and hastily studied them curious about the foggy light inside. But with no time for studies they belted them and ran out to fight the revolt.
Gizmo told me that as the day passed it became clear that many Kinoblin had been hiding in the huge warehouses, and as hours passed Junks with reinforcements anchored up and their deadly cargo flooded Piecao. “Well my friend, there’s a time to fight, and a time to regroup. We better do the latter”, Gizmo told me that with these words Lionel turned and jogged back into his mansion. In the basement Lionel pulled a lever that sealed his personal vault and opened a secret tunnel. It closed as they entered and after some miles in dim torchlight, they stood in a seaside cave with an ancient teleport site. “I’ve never travelled the Astral myself, but let’s see where we end”, was the last words Lionel said before inserting a Magic Shard. Then a vortex of colour engulfed them and he found himself at some foothills looking down over some middle-sized town. It turned out to be near in Esly
-of Gizmo he could see nothing and hiswas gone.
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Appearing at a unknown site Lionel quickly jumped up one of the pillars and tried to figure out direction to the nearest inhabited location. Much to his surprise he recognized the shores below to the north, and the Isles out in the straits. He merely had to run down towards the sea and he would reach the oldroad running all the way through the country. So he jumped down and ran the best he could and a few hours later he was in a haistly bought saddle. Forcing the mare as hard as possible it took but a few more hours till he reached the unmanned west gate of Pulvas where the steed collapsed. So he ran inside and looking for city guards, militia or army colours.
As he saw a group og guards he screamed warnings to get their attention and people stopped… then looked upwards as wingbeatings and squeaking sounds accompanied a horde of odd looking birdpeople. Knowing that a unknown Race appearing at the same time as Kinoblin treatchery could only mean one thing, coordinated invasion. He yelled a warning to the guards and stopped briefly, as a female at a cafe sprang up and unleashed Magic Paths towards the incoming flyers. Within an hour they stood alongside another female amidst piles of dead, dying and maimed foes, later to be named Aquerian and as the day turned into night the city had seemingly fended off the initial vawe of The Great Invasion.
He then introduced himself to the heroic females and learned it was Sessy and El Mary. In the coming days and weeks they managed to fend off any further attacks and raised quite a force which participated in the Cleansing Crusade.
He control a half secret caravan guard force called the.
Last Updated on 2021-07-16 by IoM-Christian