Post by nathalre on May 20, 2019 3:33:06 GMT
Name 
: Nathalre
Name of power: Redsteel
House: Auvryndar
Place of birth: Hag Graef
Commission: Knight
Gear : Plate armour, one-handed sword, knight's lance.
Nathalre Redsteel is the second child of Lord Attal Auvryndar. Hailing from the city of grief, the house of Auvryndar is a noble, although relatively humble, house. The house owes its social rise to millennia of stalwart and (rarely enough, in a world in which treachery has been elevated into an artform) loyal military service in the hosts of the Witch King.
While the ruling Lord of the house content’s himself on his actual status, Nathalre knows that the time is now ripe for further social uplifting. However, as a second child, the road to power is anything but easy. Having served decades in the personal retinue of one of the city’s most powerful Highborn, she has been relieved of her duties after her liege paid the price of a failed Hanil Khar.
Although young, the lady of Auvryndar has served alongside her master of old in numerous patrols beyond Ghrond and joined raiding parties deep into the northern wastes. Nathalre is no stranger to warfare, being born in a house of long and glorious military tradition implies a rigorous training in the ways of command and combat.
Patrolling the northern borders of the realm, although a vital duty, seldom comes with feats glory. Sadly enough, for a glory bound young Druchii, slaughtering roaming savages does not offer much prospects and opportunities. But as said, the time is now ripe...
Charged by the Witch King with spearheading the coming war, The great house of Uthorin musters its bannermen... the invasion of Ulthuan is now at hand.
And through martial prowess, even the lowest lordling may find favour in the eyes of the Witch King.
Her father, Lord Attal, sends Nathalre to participate in the war effort, for his first son and heir has higher callings.
The drums of war pound once again in the land of chill…
The call to arms echoes through the cities of Naggaroth…
The cruel legions of the Druchii flock towards their staging grounds.
Nathalre Redsteel of the house of Auvryndar answers. Her plate armour is polished, her blades are ever sharp and her cold-one is harnessed.
Hundreds of Knights have left Hag Graef to join the mustering fields of house Uthorin. The finest warriors in the city of grief, sons and daughters of the greatest houses, Lords and Ladies, Lordlings, Bastards, retainers.
Amongst them rides Nathalre Redsteel, with only one thought in mind : rise ever higher, not matter the cost.
Name of power: Redsteel
House: Auvryndar
Place of birth: Hag Graef
Commission: Knight
Gear : Plate armour, one-handed sword, knight's lance.
Nathalre Redsteel is the second child of Lord Attal Auvryndar. Hailing from the city of grief, the house of Auvryndar is a noble, although relatively humble, house. The house owes its social rise to millennia of stalwart and (rarely enough, in a world in which treachery has been elevated into an artform) loyal military service in the hosts of the Witch King.
While the ruling Lord of the house content’s himself on his actual status, Nathalre knows that the time is now ripe for further social uplifting. However, as a second child, the road to power is anything but easy. Having served decades in the personal retinue of one of the city’s most powerful Highborn, she has been relieved of her duties after her liege paid the price of a failed Hanil Khar.
Although young, the lady of Auvryndar has served alongside her master of old in numerous patrols beyond Ghrond and joined raiding parties deep into the northern wastes. Nathalre is no stranger to warfare, being born in a house of long and glorious military tradition implies a rigorous training in the ways of command and combat.
Patrolling the northern borders of the realm, although a vital duty, seldom comes with feats glory. Sadly enough, for a glory bound young Druchii, slaughtering roaming savages does not offer much prospects and opportunities. But as said, the time is now ripe...
Charged by the Witch King with spearheading the coming war, The great house of Uthorin musters its bannermen... the invasion of Ulthuan is now at hand.
And through martial prowess, even the lowest lordling may find favour in the eyes of the Witch King.
Her father, Lord Attal, sends Nathalre to participate in the war effort, for his first son and heir has higher callings.
The drums of war pound once again in the land of chill…
The call to arms echoes through the cities of Naggaroth…
The cruel legions of the Druchii flock towards their staging grounds.
Nathalre Redsteel of the house of Auvryndar answers. Her plate armour is polished, her blades are ever sharp and her cold-one is harnessed.
Hundreds of Knights have left Hag Graef to join the mustering fields of house Uthorin. The finest warriors in the city of grief, sons and daughters of the greatest houses, Lords and Ladies, Lordlings, Bastards, retainers.
Amongst them rides Nathalre Redsteel, with only one thought in mind : rise ever higher, not matter the cost.
