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House Vahlour (Reboot) - House Vahlour's story returns. What adventures await?
499 AD
The story begins with a young boy. He was born in an alleyway in the poorest part of Havendale, King Andrew Edhel III's main city. Back then, King Andrew was the current king of what is later known as United Kingdom. He was renown for his fair judgement and fierce protection of his domain.
Returning to the boy, the boy was the son of a prostitute. The father was some soldier who happened to visit the brothel where the boy's mother worked at. The mother gave birth to the boy. She knew she could not care for him and herself. She decided to abandon him, rather them both dying from starvation or something else that was bound to happen. Just before she left her crying baby, her mother's instinct gave way for one final task. She named her son. Tybalt was the name. The mother did not believe Tybalt would survive but...if even there was a small chance. She would at least know she had named the boy. She would know he was her son.
The mother left and returned to the brothel. No other information was found about her. Tybalt, barely able to move, began to cry. He cried and cried. Commoners and nobles alike passed the alleyway with the crying baby. Not one stopped. Commoners glanced and then hurried along. Nobles did not even look. It was beneath them to even be in this part of the city. Hours passed and no one stopped.
Tybalt surely would've died had not a farmer, no older than twenty years old passed near the alleyway. The farmer, Ellis, knelt next to the crying baby. Not even he knew really the reason, but he took Tybalt from that alleyway, leaving Havendale and returning to his small farm on the outskirts of the city. He had no wife to care for this new baby, he had no children, nor any siblings. All Ellis had was himself and his farm. Yet, that's all that was needed to save a little boy's life.
Ellis gave the boy a name. It was a name that he heard a desperate, weak, and starving prostitute cry as she was beaten for allegedly stealing money from a merchant. For some reason, the name stuck with Ellis. No matter how much he tried to think of a different name for this boy, the only thing that came back was Tybalt. Ellis finally gave in and named the baby Tybalt. Perhaps the name would give the boy a blessing. It was apparent to Ellis that the name the prostitute cried meant something very deep and meaningful to her.
509 AD
Ten years later
Tybalt began to grow older. He was smart, strong, and a hard worker. Ellis was proud to call Tybalt his son. Ellis never did marry. All he needed was his son. They worked together in their small field. They laughed, they cried, they loved each other like any father and son. However, not all good things will last.
Ellis fell victim to a plague that briefly passed through King Andrew's domain. Tybalt, only ten years old then, cried. He cried as he did when he was first born. Ellis only smiled and looked at his son. His wonderful, handsome young boy who he loved more than anything else in this world. His last command to Tybalt was to return to Havendale. Ellis knew that Tybalt was smart, smarter than Ellis ever could be. He knew how to fight as well. Ellis has been a soldier briefly and taught his young son how to fight with a sword. Tybalt had picked it up quickly. Tybalt cried but promised to obey his father's wishes. He would never forget his father and would live on to carry on his family line.
Ellis died two days later. After Tybalt buried his father in their field, he sold the farm. It was sold for cheaply but the buyer promised to never destroy or defile the field. Tybalt left a week later and headed to Havendale. Tybalt tried his best to find a job, anything to keep him alive as his provisions started to slowly dwindle. As smart as he was, no one wanted a nobody. To everyone else, he was just a street rat, scum.
Tybalt was on the street, begging for food. Every now and then some kind person would throw money but most just walked by. Tybalt was convinced he would be meeting his father a lot sooner than he expected. That was when a true miracle occurred. People began to shove and shout. Soldiers marched down the road. Following behind was King Andrew, of all people.
Tybalt, so tired, so hungry, still in grief, did not move. He just stared into nothing, wishing his father was with him. King Andrew passed by him and happened to glance at the ground where Tybalt lay. King Andrew halted his procession and dismounted his horse. A soldier quickly began shake Tybalt. Surely the king was angry that Tybalt did not so much as bow to the king as he passed by.
King Andrew raised his hand for him to stop. He knelt next to the boy.
And he asked Tybalt his story. Tybalt looked up at the kind face of King Andrew and burst into tears. The king looked almost like his father. He poured out his story in sobs and cries. The king was overwhelmed with emotion and compassion. He had Tybalt brought to his castle to be cleaned and fed. Despite his advisers objection, King Andrew raised Tybalt to his personal squire..
520 AD
Eleven years later
Squire Tybalt now Sir Tybalt is being honored. Two years ago Emperor Jiao Yu invaded King Andrew's land. King Andrew defended his land and Tybalt became a knight to also defend his home and his king. In a valiant act of bravery, he protected his king from the Emperor Jiao Yu's personal guard. He drove off the soldiers miraculously and dragged his wounded king back to the safety of the war camp. For his valor, Sir Tybalt was became Lord Tybalt and was given Heavenstone, a beautiful land, as his domain. King Andrew also officially bestowed Tybalt a last name and House. He thus named Tybalt, Tybalt Vahlour, Lord of Heavenstone.
From that day forward, House Vahlour ruled in Heavenstone. Two hundred years has passed. How will House Vahlour's story continue now?
Rules
House Vahlour (Reboot) - House Vahlour's story returns. What adventures await?
499 AD
The story begins with a young boy. He was born in an alleyway in the poorest part of Havendale, King Andrew Edhel III's main city. Back then, King Andrew was the current king of what is later known as United Kingdom. He was renown for his fair judgement and fierce protection of his domain.
Returning to the boy, the boy was the son of a prostitute. The father was some soldier who happened to visit the brothel where the boy's mother worked at. The mother gave birth to the boy. She knew she could not care for him and herself. She decided to abandon him, rather them both dying from starvation or something else that was bound to happen. Just before she left her crying baby, her mother's instinct gave way for one final task. She named her son. Tybalt was the name. The mother did not believe Tybalt would survive but...if even there was a small chance. She would at least know she had named the boy. She would know he was her son.
The mother left and returned to the brothel. No other information was found about her. Tybalt, barely able to move, began to cry. He cried and cried. Commoners and nobles alike passed the alleyway with the crying baby. Not one stopped. Commoners glanced and then hurried along. Nobles did not even look. It was beneath them to even be in this part of the city. Hours passed and no one stopped.
Tybalt surely would've died had not a farmer, no older than twenty years old passed near the alleyway. The farmer, Ellis, knelt next to the crying baby. Not even he knew really the reason, but he took Tybalt from that alleyway, leaving Havendale and returning to his small farm on the outskirts of the city. He had no wife to care for this new baby, he had no children, nor any siblings. All Ellis had was himself and his farm. Yet, that's all that was needed to save a little boy's life.
Ellis gave the boy a name. It was a name that he heard a desperate, weak, and starving prostitute cry as she was beaten for allegedly stealing money from a merchant. For some reason, the name stuck with Ellis. No matter how much he tried to think of a different name for this boy, the only thing that came back was Tybalt. Ellis finally gave in and named the baby Tybalt. Perhaps the name would give the boy a blessing. It was apparent to Ellis that the name the prostitute cried meant something very deep and meaningful to her.
509 AD
Ten years later
Tybalt began to grow older. He was smart, strong, and a hard worker. Ellis was proud to call Tybalt his son. Ellis never did marry. All he needed was his son. They worked together in their small field. They laughed, they cried, they loved each other like any father and son. However, not all good things will last.
Ellis fell victim to a plague that briefly passed through King Andrew's domain. Tybalt, only ten years old then, cried. He cried as he did when he was first born. Ellis only smiled and looked at his son. His wonderful, handsome young boy who he loved more than anything else in this world. His last command to Tybalt was to return to Havendale. Ellis knew that Tybalt was smart, smarter than Ellis ever could be. He knew how to fight as well. Ellis has been a soldier briefly and taught his young son how to fight with a sword. Tybalt had picked it up quickly. Tybalt cried but promised to obey his father's wishes. He would never forget his father and would live on to carry on his family line.
Ellis died two days later. After Tybalt buried his father in their field, he sold the farm. It was sold for cheaply but the buyer promised to never destroy or defile the field. Tybalt left a week later and headed to Havendale. Tybalt tried his best to find a job, anything to keep him alive as his provisions started to slowly dwindle. As smart as he was, no one wanted a nobody. To everyone else, he was just a street rat, scum.
Tybalt was on the street, begging for food. Every now and then some kind person would throw money but most just walked by. Tybalt was convinced he would be meeting his father a lot sooner than he expected. That was when a true miracle occurred. People began to shove and shout. Soldiers marched down the road. Following behind was King Andrew, of all people.
Tybalt, so tired, so hungry, still in grief, did not move. He just stared into nothing, wishing his father was with him. King Andrew passed by him and happened to glance at the ground where Tybalt lay. King Andrew halted his procession and dismounted his horse. A soldier quickly began shake Tybalt. Surely the king was angry that Tybalt did not so much as bow to the king as he passed by.
King Andrew raised his hand for him to stop. He knelt next to the boy.
And he asked Tybalt his story. Tybalt looked up at the kind face of King Andrew and burst into tears. The king looked almost like his father. He poured out his story in sobs and cries. The king was overwhelmed with emotion and compassion. He had Tybalt brought to his castle to be cleaned and fed. Despite his advisers objection, King Andrew raised Tybalt to his personal squire..
520 AD
Eleven years later
Squire Tybalt now Sir Tybalt is being honored. Two years ago Emperor Jiao Yu invaded King Andrew's land. King Andrew defended his land and Tybalt became a knight to also defend his home and his king. In a valiant act of bravery, he protected his king from the Emperor Jiao Yu's personal guard. He drove off the soldiers miraculously and dragged his wounded king back to the safety of the war camp. For his valor, Sir Tybalt was became Lord Tybalt and was given Heavenstone, a beautiful land, as his domain. King Andrew also officially bestowed Tybalt a last name and House. He thus named Tybalt, Tybalt Vahlour, Lord of Heavenstone.
From that day forward, House Vahlour ruled in Heavenstone. Two hundred years has passed. How will House Vahlour's story continue now?
Rules
- No godmodding
- No bunnying
- This IS NOT FANTASY. It is more Slice of Life than anything. Please keep that in mind as you roleplay
- Language is PG-13
- Romance is allowed and encouraged.
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