Emory
Emory was raised on stories about the great deeds, bravery, and valor of legendary knights - particularly ones featuring his grandfather, a hero of The War and champion of the King Alart Vassier, the first king of Audemar. It is, therefore, no surprise that his greatest ambition since childhood was to become a great knight himself. At the age of 11 he set out for the capital city of Charlet to begin his training, leaving behind a neglectful father and parting ways with a brother more interested in the great secrets of the arcane than in valor.
For nine years Emory dedicated himself to achieving his dreams, to an obsessive and sometimes dangerous level. Despite his small stature, his determination and devotion earned him a place at the top of the class - and the attention of the crown prince, Elyot. Only one year Emory’s senior, Elyot frequently trained alongside the aspiring knights and gathered around himself a close circle of friends from among their number. Over the years Emory and Elyot’s bond developed from admiration, to friendship, to confidant, and briefly to lover. Although their romance didn’t last, Emory’s loyalty and fealty to his future sovereign and best friend never wavered; nor did his dreams of one day becoming the the king-to-be’s Champion.
Until the day of The Attack. By the age of 20, Emory and the rest of the Prince’s companions were newly knighted and eager to prove themselves. They and the prince set out on what should have been a routine border patrol - in truth, little more than a camping trip, a chance for the young party to stretch their wings away from the stifling and busy capital. Unexpectedly and seemingly out of nowhere, the party was attacked by a Yorathan group. The Yorathans were utterly without mercy, and the young knights were unprepared. The young knights were brutally cut down. Grievously wounded, helpless and bleeding out on the already bloodsoaked battle field, the last thing Emory saw was his prince alone, beset on all sides by the enemy. Emory never expected to wake up again, and to look at the scar that now permanent disfigures his body he sometimes wonders how it’s possible that he did. And yet, he found himself at the Temple of Lucent Peace, a secluded convent dedicated to the goddess Dyneira, patron of motherhood, hearth, and home. The nuns of the convent told him that the prince and his entire retinue had been slain during the attack, leaving Emory as the sole survivor.
In a single afternoon, the entire trajectory of Emory’s life had been obliterated. His prince, his best friend, his love, the center of his world and everything he had sworn to protect was dead. If he returned to court, the best he could hope for was shame and disgrace for his failure to protect the Prince, the kingdom’s Shining Jewel of the Future. Furthermore, why had he alone survived the slaughter? What interest could a goddess of motherhood and domesticity possibly have in him? Unwilling to face his failure and reluctant to even find out what the goddess would demand in return for his life, Emory fled Audemar. Nearly a year to the day since the attack, his strength finally returned, he stole away from the convent in the dead of night and crossed the border as quietly as he could. What awaits him now in Redstone and beyond he doesn’t know, but surely it’s better than what he left behind.
Until the day of The Attack. By the age of 20, Emory and the rest of the Prince’s companions were newly knighted and eager to prove themselves. They and the prince set out on what should have been a routine border patrol - in truth, little more than a camping trip, a chance for the young party to stretch their wings away from the stifling and busy capital. Unexpectedly and seemingly out of nowhere, the party was attacked by a Yorathan group. The Yorathans were utterly without mercy, and the young knights were unprepared. The young knights were brutally cut down. Grievously wounded, helpless and bleeding out on the already bloodsoaked battle field, the last thing Emory saw was his prince alone, beset on all sides by the enemy. Emory never expected to wake up again, and to look at the scar that now permanent disfigures his body he sometimes wonders how it’s possible that he did. And yet, he found himself at the Temple of Lucent Peace, a secluded convent dedicated to the goddess Dyneira, patron of motherhood, hearth, and home. The nuns of the convent told him that the prince and his entire retinue had been slain during the attack, leaving Emory as the sole survivor.
In a single afternoon, the entire trajectory of Emory’s life had been obliterated. His prince, his best friend, his love, the center of his world and everything he had sworn to protect was dead. If he returned to court, the best he could hope for was shame and disgrace for his failure to protect the Prince, the kingdom’s Shining Jewel of the Future. Furthermore, why had he alone survived the slaughter? What interest could a goddess of motherhood and domesticity possibly have in him? Unwilling to face his failure and reluctant to even find out what the goddess would demand in return for his life, Emory fled Audemar. Nearly a year to the day since the attack, his strength finally returned, he stole away from the convent in the dead of night and crossed the border as quietly as he could. What awaits him now in Redstone and beyond he doesn’t know, but surely it’s better than what he left behind.
Year of Birth
3971 STH
22 Years old
Children
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