Spyrehead William
Spyrehead William Angla (a.k.a. King of Lighthelm)
Holy Books & Codes
Anglon Opus - a book telling of the stories, principles, and rules of the domain. Similar to the Bible but not connected directly to any religion.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
The Coming Dark
Hailing from the lost kingdom of Athanatar - Ethlongia in what would become part of Silverwood, William Angla was born to a lord in the Golden City. He along with Peter, his closest friend, often strode through the valleys by the great river and appreciate the wavering beauty of Ethlongia. A dark shadow from the South would come to linger in the skies for each day and night, encroaching on the empire like an everlasting presence upon the dreading eyes of mankind, for at this time the empire's lands were scorching in the black flames of the Dakr. A portal to the Dark Region of Demonhollow was uncovered in Lyhtruth (Soon to be Lighthelm) and with it came the flood of dismal creatures clad in unyielding shadow. Those wielding the might to cease this invasion were far beyond reach in distant lands - the Holy Knight was wandering through the undiscovered savannas of what would become Greenmeadow - Thelloz. Those who had abandoned their hope resorted to working with the demons, becoming known as the Dakr'men, and together they would trample Ethlongia to ruin. The leader of this invasion was known by humans as Ruk'myreth, Great Foe of Ethlongia.Road to Saviour
As William's concern grew, he took off to Isvarde Donhall at the age of 15 (10 Earth years) to train amongst the greatest warriors of the falling empire. There, the barons of Isvarde saw unmatched potential in him, and thereafter his strength rivalled naught but himself. Upon reaching the pinnacle of physical combat, he marched North towards Fort Tiernoth whereupon his strength in soul blossomed. At the age of 28 (19), the legendary blacksmiths of Tiernoth would forge a gift for him - a mace of Hikarite, imbued with the Holy magic of William's permanent soul. It is said that within the grasp of William, the mace would glow as bright as the Grace itself, leaving no shadow left untouched in its wake. He would return to the Golden City in the year 162 Origin Age, at the age of 34 (23). However, the shadow had spread beyond the great river and the city was under siege by Dakr Succubi, Imps, and the Dakr'men. As mace struck earth, a river of light carved a path through the hordes of demons and granted William passage to city walls. Despair brought his eyes to tears in witness to the mounds of bodies that drowned the white roads in crimson. Feverishly, he searched for his friend among the dead, and with relief saw Peter run towards him from the keep. There he learnt the siege had been going on for three months, with the Golden City holding the horde back until their will were no more than wilted petals. The king had died on the second month, and afterwards hope had diminished. No aid came from Isvarde, as the Great Foe had laid waste to the kingdom, and he was now heading to Athanatar.War Against the Dark
In 161 Origin Age, nearing the new year, William rallied the men of the Golden City and awaited Ruk'myreth's presence, but none could foresee the incomparable fear that shrunk their souls at the sight of the Thulgral. It was as if it took the form of fear itself. All men but William were petrified, honor and bravery leeched from their hearts in an instant, and all that remained were living statues. The mace of William was raised to the heavens, radiating a warm light which was said to crack through the shadowed skies, and basked in the rays of hope William said: "Hear ye, men of Athanatar! Thy world quake'th at the feet of Ruk'myreth, thy hearts falter in it's presence, but alas I remain tall! For I see the world in fear not of this Great Foe, but of thy cowardice! Seek the bravery of thine soul even if it may hide deep within; the world awaits for thee! So arise and expel the gale of fright that commands you, and fight to honor and glory! May only death be bestowed upon these beasts of shadow!" The two-hundred men broke free of their doubt, however their minds were still assailed by the Great Foe's form. They charged towards the clad behemoth and its army of demon and men. William launched himself into the air like a catapult and knocked Ruk'myreth's head back with a shockwave of light as his mace struck true. The lesser demons below were weakened by the sudden eruption of radiance and were easily taken care of by the men of the Golden City. Dakr Succubi were all that endured, as many underestimated the durability of the Succubi. They conquered their opposition with minimal casualties, only halting their rampage as another blow was struck with William's mace upon Ruk'myreth's arm. Each blow of the mace sent forth a torrent of brilliance which blinded the demons of the dark. Ruk'myreth regained it's balance and slashed at William with claws as big as ship anchors. The mace repelled each blow with a shield of light spread upon the topmost spike. The Succubi were unable to fight in these random flashes of light and so retreated, however the men of the Golden City did not cheer, for only fifty of their ranks remained.Feint Defeat
William fought Ruk'myreth for days on end, neither side able to penetrate each other's defences. The battle was observed from afar by folk in the confines of the half-ruined city with sweat on their brows. The Great Foe was restless, however William's stamina was depleting. On the 9th day of the duel, the onlookers gasped as William fell to his knees. Ruk'myreth laughed and spoke to his fallen opponent in a booming voice that shook the ground beneath him: "ʌ'ʌaɽza, ʌɽ'ɽag goliʈh'ʈiʌoɽɽgo. ɽ'naaɽz gaʌɽɽ, oz nil ʈ'gaʌɽɽ. ɽ'ʣeʌoɽ'ʈ. ʌɽ'flaʣ ʈ'goliʈh'ʈio." "Little man, your legs can no longer hold you as a burden. You have fought long, but none have outlasted me. It is now your time to be devoured. Your flesh will become my strength." And with a final snarl, Ruk'myreth's jaws fell upon William and he along with a large chunk of earth was devoured. The people of the city despaired and the remaining forces of the Dakr rejoiced as the last hurdle was vanquished. Unbeknownst to all, William had planned this; clad in impenetrable scales as the Great Foe was, it still had one weakness: the insides. He had feigned frailty as his opponent knew the danger of a man like him to yet live within itself, and now he was falling into the stomach of the Great Foe. With all the might of Grace within him, he swung his mace at the walls of Ruk'myreth's stomach and thus came the shockwave of light that rippled through it's body, rupturing the Great Foe's heart. Subsequently, a bellow as loud as a volcanic eruption shot out of Ruk'myreth's throat, bursting it's vocal cords in the process. Ruk'myreth's form lifted into the air and, thereupon his death, fell onto the Golden City like a meteor. Luckily, the majority of the citizens had fled in sight of the towering shape that lay shadow to the city.Pyrrhic Victory
William emerged from the slain Thulgral's mouth to find himself already within the city walls. On further inspection, there were no city walls - they were nothing but piles of brick. He searched in fear of his victory to be in vain, but eventually found the survivors who rejoiced and praised him as a savior and hero of Ethlongia - or all that was left of it. Peter, his closest friend, was pleased to see him, but with much dismay announced that he was deaf - he had watched beyond the walls, closest to the Great Foe, and as it bellowed its death-cry, the force had ruptured Peter's eardrums. William was no healer, nor were the ones left standing. The cry had damaged most of the folk's hearing, however unlike Peter's theirs gradually restored. William had sustained an injury too, but it was one of mind not flesh. Thulgrals held within them a pestilence of gloom, and exposure to such magic would make one's vision fade to darkness - not just vision of the eyes, but of the mind as well. William's boundless Holy magic countered this, alas it would not persevere forever. The combatants of the battle had been hit by a curse too, one of yearning for things unreachable - caused by gazing upon the Dakr Succubi. Eventually, they will perish from sadness, and only the civilians would live on and be the last remnants of the Golden City. He wrote to his friend recommending audience with the people of Emegrow City, as their Healing magic is known far and wide. Peter agreed and thus journeyed North to Greenpass with ten men to aid in his travels. As for William, he knew the people looked up to him with excessive regard and they needed a ruler to believe in, so he would announce the migration to Lyhtruth to rebuild the capital and seal away the portal to Demonhollow for good. Despite such a daunting task, the people cheered for him, for all seemed possible while he lived. The Battle for the Golden City ended in 160 Origin Age, Alpune 1st, and the battlefield became known as Lo Hono'nisenkar - Field of Honor within Shadow.March of Grace
The march to Lyhtruth was a swift one - all foes were meagre against the might of William. Once they reached the capital, they found it overtaken by demons of the Dakr, still standing firm in the heart of scorched fields. A campsite was set up for the folk of the now abandoned kingdom of Athanatar while William strode forth to the shadow's core. A river of light flowed in his stead as he smote the demons and Dakr'men alike. At the end of it all, it merely took two days to reclaim the capital singlehandedly. A certain Dakr Succubus did escape, who would come to be known as Zythra in the far-off future.A Brighter Future
Ethlongia was all but gone. The people who yet lived saw William as a ruler, but a ruler of what they did not know. As the capital was reconstructed, the kingdom was dubbed a new name: Lighthelm - named after William's everlasting glow of radiance that shone upon his head like a helmet. In 150 Origin Age, William, the King of Lighthelm, founded Anglon as a domain upon recent territorial expansion due to treaties and wars. It was decreed to be a confederation of Kingdoms, each ruled by a monarch, with each of them subservient to the Emperors of Lo, Don, and Hye Anglon. His friend, Peter, would return five weeks prior with renewed hearing, and William would give him the title of Emperor, as he was once a man of law and the late Queen of Athanatar's cousin.Written Legacy
William spent the rest of his life actively, exploring undiscovered lands other people dared not enter, and writing his findings and beliefs in a book. Inevitably, the Thulgral's curse would overcome his soul, and for the remaining three days of his life William saw only darkness, thought only darkness, and knew only darkness. Upon his death, the book - Anglon Opus - would become akin to holy text, and preserved throughout Anglon's history. His weapon would be known as the Grace-given Mace and become part of Anglon's crest.Relationships
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Honorary & Occupational Titles
King of Lighthelm,
Spyrehead of Anglon
Spyrehead of Anglon
Currently Held Titles
Date of Birth
196 OA
Year of Birth
196
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Sex
Male
Eyes
Blue
Hair
Black, Short
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
White
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