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King Balian Fornost of Elalimeth

High King of Elalimeth, Warden of the Black Forest and Faelin, Flame of the North

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a character in “Call of the Kingdom”, as played by iCakez

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High King of Elalimeth, Warden of the Black Forest and Faelin, Flame of the North
King Balian Fornost
"Come death and destruction, fire and ice. Elalimeth remains strong."

{Age}
38

{Personality}
Balian is a good king. That's what most people would say and the general impression. But king is only a title; a title with many, many benefits and responsibility. Behind it is a man and he is what makes the King. He was raised to be just and fair, but also to punish those who had wronged, by the manner and severity in which they had wronged. He is a man that values his honor very highly and is very proud, a pride that is easily wounded. Being a King has many obligations and a lot of responsibility, but that is welcome to him. Balian loves his people and does what he can to gain their love back, by ruling as best he can in his Kingdom. He truly believes that there is great capacity for both good and evil in every human being, but that it is up to each person to decide which of the two they will live by. That is also why he is a harsh judge if he is to decide what to do with a certain criminal. He judges fairly, but there will be no changing his decision once it has been spoken.
To his family he is a loving and kind man, though he is busy. If a people can stand together and love each other and treat each other with respect and kindness, they can be mighty. That is one side of the coin, on the other he is a warrior, fierce and terrifying. If war can be avoided, that is the option he will take, but if it must come to it then Balian will not hesitate to call his banners and assemble Elalimeth's mighty armies and march with all his strength and fury upon his enemies. He is not one you wish to anger.




{Appearance}
Balian is tall and muscular, with the perfect build for a swordsman. He is not incredibly fast or super agile, a well built man. You'll most often see him in his black quilted doublet with a surcoat over it, displaying the arms of Elalimeth. His hair is either tied up behind his head or kept loose. His eyes are a certain shade of grey, almost like iron but darker.


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{Skills}

Balian is a great swordsman stemming from countless hours of training. A formidable and terrifying opponent on the battlefield. Less so is he skilled at politics. See, Balian values his honor and his pride very highly and honorable men don't do well in politics. To watch him sit at a meeting with other regents and discuss such matters is like watching a bear in a trap.


{History}
Screaming. Like very other newborn, was the way he came into this world. His parents had been visiting the Kingdom of Faolla, and it had been a long journey. It was a month before they saw home again, having been occupied by feasts and hunts and tourneys and such things, in their honor and in the honor of their unborn child. Three days after they reached the capital of Elalimeth, where their seat was and still is, his mother gave birth to Balian. It was cold as it is in the north, but there were no complications. He was strong and quickly grew, making it obvious that he would become a strong child and man in years to come.
Balian grew and grew and grew and when the time came, he was taught how to fight with sword and other weapons; hammers, spears, axes and more, but it was only the sword that he really excelled with. It was partially selective. Balian grew up with stories of his father and his prowess in battle with his famous sword, and wanted to be just like him. All other weapons were uninteresting to him. In time he became a great swordsman and a terrifying opponent. The years went by.
For a long time his days were spent training with his weapons and when he reached a certain age, chasing girls. But there was only so much you could do when you were a member of the royal family. They taught him how to speak properly and how to behave around base-born and highborn alike. There would come a day when he would have to marry, though Balian did not look forward to that. He always did as his parents told him, but in this he could not obey. It was his life and his choice and that lead to great conflict between them.
Eventually, he would come to meet a woman who would sweep him off his feet. That woman would become his queen, and suddenly Balian was not against marriage at all. His parents approved of the match and the wedding was held a month after their official blessing.
That would soon produce heirs, and despite all the battles he had seen since he grew to be a man and all the grim and dark things in the world, his life was filled with light now.
However, there was a shadow that would dim that light.
The only things that had troubled Balian in his life so far had been war and affairs of state, all of which he had overcome. With the death of his parents he was of course crowned King and he quickly won the people's love. One day, he would have to disappear from them, for a warning came to him.

He was woken up in the middle of the night by guards that came knocking on his chamber door. Both him and the queen sat up and wondered what could be so urgent that it couldn't wait until morning. Nevertheless, Balian got up and headed for the door.
The hallway was dim but his eye still had to adjust to the light. His solar was also kept dim and only a few candles were lit. Upon entering, a chill crept inside his robes and seemed to go marrow deep. Hunched in a chair in front of him sat someone with damp dark hair and pale skin. The person looked up at him when he approached, though his visage was a horrible thing to behold. One eye had been ferociously torn from the socket and an equally savage attack had torn his jaw, though that wound was old and it was merely scarred now. It still looked grim.
"Y-you must... Run!" The trembling man said. His clothes were rags. The guards had been thoughtful enough to wrap him in a cloak.

"Who are you?" Balian asked, confused. His eyes searched for an explanation in the faces of those present, but all they said was that he came to the palace like this, but no one could get anything out of him besides two words. "The King."

His eye twitched as he let out a ragged breath. "The north. The far north. The wild." Any man could see that he was not from Elalimeth, but the father north you went, the less people you were likely to encounter.

"The wilds? No one lives in the wilds." Balian said, defiantly. "Who has done this to you? Speak."

"Them. The dark ones." Despite his condition, the man managed a smile. A manic smile. "They have been here before, thousands of years ago. You have forgotten them, but we have not. We are the remnants of an ancient world. You must run, or die." The man slipped from the chair and fell to his knees on the floor.

Instantly, Balian knelt down and supported him. The man was limp and fell into his arms. A hush fell over the room. The slightest noise was audible.

"Something has awoken in the north." The man's voice was raw and hoarse now, the effort of speaking was straining. "Something that has been slumbering beneath the earth for many lifetimes." His grip tightened on the king's collar. "He his gathering his armies. So many have joined him and so many have died. Run, my King. They are coming." And with his last breath, his strength faded from him."

The king closed the eyes on the dead man and stood. A moment (that felt like an age) passed before he spoke. The command was simple. "We ride north."


That is some time ago. Despite his warning, the King opted to gather a small force and ride north. He would not have Elalimeth bend to anything. Balian was confident that the might of his Kingdom could match most. He bid his family farewell, though it was not easy. The Queen shed no tears but demanded the he come home with his shield, or on it. No word was spread about the warning for fear of public panic, so the King rode off in silence. His family stayed in their palace and were rarely seen, leading the people of Elalimeth to believe that they had left or that something else sinister was going on.



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No word was sent forth upon the King's return. No word of why they had left or what they had found. No explanation of why they were fewer than when they left. Balian rode in through the main gate of the capital, dressed in his fine armor and a wolfskin cloak. His people stopped on the street in awe, some unable to fathom that their King had returned, though where from was unclear to them.
Only one thing is certain. They did find something in the north. Something far more terrible than they had expected. Balian has returned home and makes his way to the royal palace in Elalimeth's capital, bearing messages, warnings and dire news for the other Kingdoms.


First, he rushes to his family.

So begins...

King Balian Fornost of Elalimeth's Story

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They were a ragged company. Their numbers had lessened greatly during their ardous journey, and their faces were haggard. King Balian's company consisted of knights, men-at-arms, archers and squires and food carriages. All the knights had dents in their armor and wounds. The men-at-arms looked worse and the archers had no arrows left. The squires were skinny and freezing, young boys who seemed to walk as if it was the only thing they could do to keep going. It was plain that they had seen things they would never forget.
The king rode in front of them all, his once crimson cloak now soiled and torn. Despite his condition, there was still a glory to him in his dented armor, black and inlaid with silver.

"What shall we tell them?" His Captain asked as he fell in by his side. "Are we allowed to speak of what we have seen?" For they had seen so many things. Many terrible, haunting things that would follow them to the end of their days. Though... If we see it again, I fear our end may come swifter than we had imagined...

At first it seemed as if the king wasn't going to answer. "First, dear friend, go to your familiy. I'm sure they long to see you, and you them." His eyes rested on the Captain's and he smiled a tired smile. Balian longed to see his daughter and his wife, to hold them in his arms and take in the scent of them, a proof that he was not dead and they still existed. No parent should outlive their children. "The world must know if this. Every Kingdom in Arurion. What we found will doom us all if we are not prepared. War is coming, Captain and we have the good fortune to know the enemy we will be fighting." Balian nodded and urged his horse onwards. "The smallfolk will surely recognize us and know we have returned. On the morrow I will let them know what we have found in the north." A moment passed and the King lost himself in thought while the Captain nodded, understanding. "You must not hold your tongue."


Several of the common folk turned their heads as they rode through the gates. The tower guard shouted down: "The King has returned!"
The crowd began to thicken as more people came to behold their lost king. He did what he could to smile at them, accepting all the roses and flowers that were offered to him and his men, as well as shaking their hands. It seemed to take an infinity to get to the Royal Palace, but eventually, they were there.
Once he had dismounted, he dismissed his men and let them join their families and loved ones. Halfway up the marble steps to the palace he turned around and stretched his arms toward the sky, to calm the crowd. "Citizens of Elalimeth!" His booming voice rang through the air. "I have great and dire news for each and everyone of you." A moment of silence. It was as if their breaths were synchronized. "I will let you know more on the morrow, for we have had a long journey and I too have loved ones I long to see. Pray forgive me." And with that, he turned and walked to the palace.

Balian passed the guards and stepped through the great oaken doors and into the main hall, boots ringing off the black marble floor. It was dim and the grandeur of it all had faded in his absence. Elalimeth would once again become a source of light and he would need to work on having the life blown into his Kingdom again. "Daughter!" he shouted, voice ringing. "Jessamyn!"

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Jessamyn struggled to get up, left weak from the vision, and took a few stumbling steps towards the door of her quarters. "Princess! You must rest! If the King is indeed coming he would fall dead seeing you in this state." Though Jessamyn wished to protest she knew her friend was probably right and sighed. "I am glad that I have you Adrianna. If I didn't have you to speak freely with I fear I might have gone mad or fallen ill by now." After sitting for what felt like an eternity but was truly only around 30 minutes Adrianna finally deemed Jessamyn fit to leave her room. After allowing the other young woman to lace her into a corset and a gown Jessamyn finally exited her quarters and quickly descended to the second floor of the palace.

Once she had left the south wing of the castle Jessamyn slowed her pace and drew her shoulders back and her chin up. Outside of the south wing, where the royal family and very important guests were kept, she knew that the eyes of the court were on her. Though it was usually not that bad, her being the third(?) in line for the throne, with her recent visions and her continued silence had affected her reputation within the court. As she reached the main hall Jessamyn heard her father call out to her. "Daughter! Jessamyn!" As he shouted the second time Jessamyn reached the bottom of the stairs she smiled brightly and spoke softly. "Father." Though she spoke softly her voice carried through the air like a melody in the sudden silence of the large room. As she stood a few steps from the staircase a single tear trailed down her face and she wished with all her heart to run to her father but did not. She had always awaited and longed for his return but ever since her visions had started she had also feared his return, unsure what his reaction to her new 'gift' would be.

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Tyrannus paced back and forth across the south wing of Elalimeth's castle. He was finally going to fufill his dreams, thee assassination of King Balian.

Tyrannus Hated Balian ever since he broke down the door to his hideout and killed 4 of his best assassins, and friends. It may of been a year ago, but Tyrannus remembered it as if it were yesterday.

He slowly slid one of the hidden blades of its hilt and put it in his pocket, then slid in his cross bow attachment. He loaded a bolt in and pulled back the string. He swung down from roof, looking through a window, and spotted Balian. "There you are ya little bastard..." he raised his crosssbow and aimed for a dent in the kings armor...

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The silence between them was suffocating. Balian's stomach turned as he watched his daughter's face. She seemed happy, sad and scared at the same time. His own expression showed confusion, as well as happiness. "Jessamyn..." He let out, smiling now. He stepped towards her and closed the gap between them. When he reached her her wrapped her in his arms and closed his eyes. "I have missed you terribly, love." He said, sighing deeply. It had been so long since he had held her in his arms, it seemed like a lifetime ago although it hadn't been that long at all. His journey had been long and ardous, fraught with dangers and battles and terrible things. Now he was home and safe and his daughter was there as well. Nothing would hurt them now.

"How have you been?" He asked, releasing her. Balian's first thought was not to go and rest or to eat or to bathe. He wanted to know if his daughter was well and nothing was troubling her or any other member of his family. There was something coming down from the north. Something that would threaten every living soul of the Kingdoms. "Are you well?"

The Praetorian guard came in through the gates. They were coming to receive their King and to welcome him home. They were his personal bodyguard, but had stayed in the capital to guard his family. "My Lord." The Captain said and stepped forward, taking a knee. "We welcome you back." As he kneeled, so did the rest of them.

"Stand, Captain. All of you." He spoke, turning to face them. "In an hour, I would have you come to dinner with me and my familiy, Captain." He nodded and dismissed his men, posting them as guards around the Citadel.

Balian turned back to his daughter and smiled. "Apologies." He said, shaking his head, armor glinting in the light. "Walk with me."

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As her father embraced her Jessamyn trembled with barely contained sobs. Despite her wish to throw herself into her father's arms and cry when her father released her, Jessamyn smiled and stilled her trembling. "I've been wonderful and missed you dearly father." After a long pause at his second question Jessamyn forced herself to brighten her smile and nodded. "I've been wonderful."

When the Praetorian guards came in Jessamyn stepped back from her father so he could address his guards. Watching with a kind smile on her face Jessamyn stepped forward to place a hand on her father's arm as he dismissed the guards, knowing he would invite her for a walk as he had always done before he left and the guards interrupted them. As her hand landed on her father's arm a bought of dizziness hit her and she only had enough time to register the signs of a coming vision before she collapsed.

As her own surroundings left her new surroundings replaced them. Looking around from the strangers point of view she recognized the room as one of the rooms in the south wing. Quickly dismissing the thought she focused on the crossbow in the strangers hands or, more importantly, the fact that it was pointed at her father. The last thing she saw before her vision darkened again was the trigger being pulled.

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"Payback time..." Tyrannus punched out the window and pulled the trigger, Realeasing the arrow and sending it into a spiral twords the king...

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Just as soon as she collapsed Jessamyn stumbled to her feet and shoved her father roughly out of the way of the arrow. Though she was quick enough to get her father out of the way she was not fast enough, while in her heavy gown and constricting corset, to move herself completely out of the path of the arrow. Feeling a sharp pain in her side, the arrow sliced through the fabric of her gown and grazed her skin, causing blood to spill onto the sky blue gown. Ignoring what she knew was a minor wound, Jessamyn spun and looked at the window of the room the stranger was in. Glaring in the direction of the attempted assassin for a moment Jessamyn quickly dismissed him, knowing he was too far for the guards to catch him, and went to check on her father.

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Tyrranus swung up and sprinted off the roof, He landed in a busy street and looked for a door with three latches. Upon arrival, he swung the door open and slammed it shut. "DAMN IT!!!" he slammed his fist onto the table "How did she know...?"