The Triumphant Lord
The Triumphant Lord (a.k.a. Mendini)
"Him? Well, he sometimes visits, though he is no longer a member of our Guild. No, we did not ask him to leave. He himself decided to do so, and it wasn't like we could stop him. I have heard he is something of a freelancer now. I have also heard that he sometimes refers to himself as an Anvilite Mercenary... I guess that is still kinda true, but not fully so...
The individual is known as the Triumphant Lord is surely one of the strangest citizens of Concord. He is a former member of the Anvilites' Guild though still an infrequent visitor of the World Ends Tavern; he usually visits during more festive holidays to perform as a semi-professional entertainer and to talk with the ladies, as well as the leadership of the Guild.
Another more wholesome reason is to pet Little Paletté, who otherwise will literally drag him by his neck collar back to the inn to be petted in the chair by the hearth. It still happens that the Spectral Cat does this even after he left the Guild so many years ago.
These days he spends his awoken hours patrolling the Sewers of Concord, as well as the more questionable regions of Concord. Over the years, he has gotten himself quite the admirable reputation, as he is triumphant after nearly every battle he has been in.
"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in... Nice to see that you are well, Mendini. Looks like someone missed you...
Puzzled Well-known Origin
Where did the Triumphant Lord arrive from? Short answer? From the Well located within the World Ends Tavern, a unusually stormy night.
Long answer, nobody truly knows, not even himself supposedly, but he walks with the confidence of someone with a high social standing and talks with a refined vocabulary emphasized by a low, dark alluring voice that causes an ice-cold sensation to flow down most people's backs, especially dark-haired women.
Despite what this might make one think, most within the Guild can only marginally stand to be in the same room as the Lord due to the constant musical aura that causes the air around him to vibrate with the sound of upbeat trumpet music.
The source of the sound is an enigma, and not even he himself knows its origin. It does, however, become stronger when he holds his two hands in front of his mouth as if he was holding a musical blow instrument. Like a trumpet for example.
Over the course of the years, he has managed to achieve greater control over this aura and can direct it with a hand gesture towards a target to damage, or even destroy it outright, with sound. On a few occasions, he has even managed to do this with but his mind. Though these times his aura usually sounds more like an upbeat saxophone more than a trumpet.
How strong can he make the impact of the sound? Enough to cause granite stone slabs to explode and eardrums to rupture and bleed. This has made him into an incredibly dangerous and capable Anvilite Mercenary and he triumphs over most of his challenges.
The Triumphant Lord is unusually pale and has night-black eyes. His shoulder-long hair is as dark as coal and his ears are slightly pointed. People are unsure if he even is human and it is a question not even the Lord himself knows the answer to.
After all, he does not even know his true original name as everything before his arrival through the Well is a chaotic blur of imagery and voices.
The Triumphant Lord is most often dressed in the cloths of a well-off aristocrat. A Lord if you will. A simple white shirt underneath a black west with platinum buttons. Over that he wears a crimson jacket with a high collar, dark pants, and a broad leather belt was he wears an ornamental silver sword made by a Metal Carver.
Over his shoulders, he wears a thick, dark blue mantel brimmed with exotic ice bear fur. On his feet, he wears sturdy, knee-high leather booths with a silver buckle.
"Shut up, guys! Is it only me or do you too hear orchestral music... Oh. Oh no. This is not good. Screw it all, I am not staying here for a... aaarghhhh!
The Triumphant Lord is feared and respected both within the lawful and unlawful circles of Concord. Though his musical aura has become well-known, many tell of hearing different things. For the hurt, those in need of aid, an angelic sound has been said to bring comfort. For the condemned, a dreaded sound of death and doom.
He has shown himself to be a man of honor and principle, who won't change side just because you have more coin than his current client. And he wins nearly every battle he has entered, only losing due to his opponents running away and escaping him. He won't see it as a triumph unless he has his opponents either dead or captured, though he will enter a middle ground by only hurting those foolish enough to try and pick a fight with him or steal from him.
"I am telling you I hear something! It is faint but I feel like I have heard it before somewhere. Stop being so gloom, there is something about that music that ... I do not know, feels me with hope? I have the answer on my tongue, but I just cannot figure it out!
The Triumphant Lord is not only successful on the battlefield, but also on the public stage. Usually, during festive holidays, he will utilize his musical aura in a more benevolent way, to bring happiness and joy to his fellow citizens.
He may perform alone or together with some of the more musically inclined Anvilites, though on the latter occasions he makes sure not to take center stage from the other performers.
During solo numbers, however, he will go all out and allow his musical aura to be heard a good distance away from his stage, usually a few kilometers.
He may even say he has gotten a bit too popular due to his performances, as there is a group of citizens, particularly dark-haired women, who has become near obsessed with him. At least he knows where he might find a free meal and bed when he so wants to, so it is not all bad. And those he goes to are good conversationalists.
Shadow the Evalh
The Triumphant Lord also has a more, lesser-known duty that only a few Concordian citizens are aware of and and two of them are Angels and subsequent leaders of the Anvilites' Guild.
It was his own proposal, due to the high danger of this individual. And he would not be alone in watching. The Dark Hatters had something of a bone to pick with Absard Le'Powerfalh after he had killed one of their numbers.
It is due to these shadow missions that the Triumphant Lord has forced himself to lower the volume of his musical aura to a mere whisper, as not to be noticed by either Absard himself or the members of his Cult of Evalh.
Towards The Organ King
Towards The Triumphant Lord
What is the history between these two individuals. These enigmatic individuals from the Well, who has such intense musical auras?
They might not remember much from before they arrived through the Well, and yet they share an animosity and nearly pure hatred towards each other that clearly indicates that they must have a history of some kind, though not a good one.
Due to their unknown, apparent hostile history, they have both come to the conclusion that they need to stay as far away from each other as much as possible unless a major fight may occur between the two that would be devastating and leave many dead and injured.
However, the presence of Little Lily changes this slightly. As long as she is in the vicinity then they have an uneasy truce and will act, if not friendly, then at least as acquaintances who accept each other. But the moment she is far enough away, the risk of them butting heads against each other is nigh-overwhelming. As if they were driven by instinct, rather than common sense.
Towards Little Lily
Towards The Triumphant Lord
At the moment the Triumphant Lord laid eyes on Little Lily, something snapped into place for him and he was suddenly aware of one of his most important appointments: To protect this girl at all cost. No other life was more important. Not even his own.
Lily, on the other hand, found Lord's musical aura quite interesting and has said that she looked into his eyes and saw that he was someone of principle and honor. At least as well as she understood those concepts. She knows she has nothing to truly fear of him.
Towards Absard Le'Powerfalh
Towards The Triumphant Lord
It is clear that these two have had some sort of history before they crawled out from the Well, but none of them remembers anything clearly of their supposed pasts. They have, however, made a good assumption that it has something to do with a certain Cult and the presence of a ittle girl.
Despite what they showed initially, these two felt an instant dislike, bordering on pure hatred, towards each other and it has only grown over the years. Still, they have managed to put up a cool front that is only taken down when they are alone; why they have done this none of them are sure as it is more instinct than anything else. Something that comes naturally.
Appears to be about 35 years old.
- Current Location
- World Ends Inn
- Biological Sex
- Skin Tone
- 178 centimeters.
- 87 kilograms.
The Organ King
The Organ King. A member of the Anvilites' Guild. One made for battle. Everyone will feel his presence. Everyone will hear him arrive. The ground shake with every step he takes. He will reach the Organ, and nobody can stop him.
Little Paletté is a dwarf Spectral Cat that sometimes can be found at the World Ends Inn. Enjoys hunting spectral mice and sleeping in a Dark Hatter's hat. Dislikes being petted too long or wrong.
Little Lily is the youngest and newest member of the Anvilites' Guild. Arriving from the Well, she is certainly an oddity, with no recollection of her past. Born with a name no one can understand, and capable of strange feats. What exactly is she?
The individual known as Absard Le'Powerfalh is a former member of the Anvilites' Guild. These days, he is a self-proclaimed god and leads the Society of Evalh in a revenge-quest against the Anvilites.
A member of the Anvilites' Guild and a frequent visitor of the World Ends Inn, Mischa is a Archive Analyst and spends most of her time studying books from the Great Archive. A Tome of Knowledge regarding the Cyberverse known as Dathnet in particular.