House Veyron
The Veyron Empire once ruled the breadth of Solvar, an unshakable colossus whose banners flew over wind-carved peaks, dense forests, and sun-drenched coasts. For nearly five centuries, the Empire prospered—its heart beating from the alabaster towers of Caer Hanin, where emperors clad in gold robes held court among relics of the Faith. Its laws were harsh but orderly, its armies vast, its divine right unquestioned. But beneath that glittering veneer, cracks had already begun to form.
Over time, the Veyron dynasty grew decadent and blind to the suffering festering at its margins. Bureaucracy became a tangled web of bribes and backroom pacts. The Faith splintered into feuding sects. Provincial governors warred over borders with more interest in personal legacy than imperial unity. The weight of suffocating taxes and years of punishing famine sapped the will of the common folk. Dissatisfaction turned to discontent, discontent to fury—all it needed was a spark.
That spark birthed a prophet claiming to speak for a god long thought unmade—the Sixth, the Mourning Star. This new veiled and exiled deity, banished from the pantheon by her divine kin, promised the forgotten and the broken a different kind of salvation: a world cleansed of hypocrisy and rot. The rebellion that followed was not merely a political upheaval but a religious reckoning, a holy fire that consumed the Empire from within. The Mourning Star Rebellion shattered the Veyron Empire into a dozen splintered states, each ruled by warlords, pretender kings, or houses hardened by the conflict.
The imperial crown had disappeared—some say burned, others say hidden—and with it, the myth of a unified Solvar. Yet, the Empire survives in ghost and memory, its legacy carried by the bloodline of House Veyron, now fractured and at odds with itself. When the rebellion reached its climax, many nobles of Veyron fled through the Pale Beyond, returning to their ancestral homelands across the sea, abandoning the Empire in its darkest hour. In the aftermath, they returned as conquerors—strangers claiming birthright by steel and decree in a world that no longer welcomed them.
The survivors who remained in Solvar—the remnants of the true bloodline—endured in Caer Hanin. Once the heart of the Empire, now had become a decaying monument to lost glory. They call themselves Old Veyron, and they harbor a bitter hatred for the kin who fled. In their eyes, those exiles forfeited their claim the moment they turned their backs.
The returnees call themselves New Veyron, a militaristic cadet branch led by the formidable Ish-Elara, whose iron rule in the Sorrowed Expanse has earned her both fear and grudging respect. She does not seek to restore the old Empire as it was—but to forge a new order from its ashes, tempered by exile, hardened by conquest.
Thus, House Veyron endures: divided, embattled, and haunted by the specter of a legacy that may yet shape the fate of Solvar.
Comments