Endmxn

Endmxn, also known as Terminus Emendari (in lore) is the first Mieras of Katolis (the capital of Centaris).

Royal Beginnings
Years long ago there lived noble families in far away lands, now only known as "Terra Daemonum". The families were at peace and had been for the past century as war had become less beneficial to them. Two families known as "Centari" and "Emendari" were the most notable as they owned the most land and had the most influence over the region. Since the days of war were over the two families considered themselves to be friendly rivals. This was because each year they would host a competition comparable to that of the Olympics. This was merely a way to bond the noble houses together over sports. "Terra Daemonum" as it's now known was thriving. People came from far away lands seeking stability and a life away from the rags of the outer realms. For some reason "Terra Daemonum" seemed to be a protected area. No one attacked or brought harm, yet no one knew why. However towards the end of this "golden age" that reason would make it self known to all.

Towards the end of this era close brothers grew up in the Emendari family. Terminus and Zenith were brothers growing up in the Grand Emendari Palace. The Emendari were typically known for their architecture and their economic dominance. Terminus took an interest to Architecture while Zenith worked in the farmlands and learned combat by retired soldiers. The two were close and were inseparable in the early years. When Terminus was 6 he was excited as this was his first year that he was allowed to view the Competition between the noble houses.

The noble houses were growing distant each week. Insults were levied at each other at a near daily basis. Centari and Emendari had been spitting insult after insult. Neither side would apologize or make up for any action they would do. Some noble houses threatened to boycott the competition this year and as a result all hell would break loose anytime they families met in the Noble Court. Both sides sometimes would raid each others smaller villages towards the borders. No house openly admitted to any of these attacks. It was around this time that Mercellus, one of the Centari nobles was a victim of one of these attacks. He was simply there to inspect the town and attend a local event, the usual. However radicals from the Emendari side attacked the village and lit the surrounding farms to flames. From that night Mercellus survived off of pure anger and divine will. His anger towards the Emendari only grew further, all it would take was a spark to blow this situation out of control.

The Competition
The competition was on a sweet spring day as it had been every year. The arena was prepared and the royal families were being seated. While there were still heaps of tensions, the noble families decided to put that aside, and see if this tournament could bring them closer together and mend the wounds of indignity.

Lily Centari had a different idea on her mind. The noble families had grown too far apart, and they dared attack a village on the borders. As far as they were concerned this was an act of war.

The bells rang and the noble tournament has officially started. The opening activity would be an archery competition, whoever was the most accurate with the bow, won.

''The contestants walked on to their designated spaces. Everything was in check, and the horn blew. In less than a second Lily turned and fired her arrow at the Emendari participant, and with that any hope of restoring the peace that preceded for a century was gone.''

Within the second the stands erupted with chaos as the noblemen drew their swords. Hell, no one even knew who was who. Guards swarmed the stands, Lily began fighting in the arena. Mercellus took on those towards the center. Emendari guards rushed Terminus and Zenith out of the area. However Zenith was escorted over to a different part of the arena. Terminus made his way outside and to a horse. After which the guard told him to go to a nearby fort and ushered Terminus away.

In the arena it was becoming more evident that house Centaris was winning this blood bath. The arena was cleared and those in the stands were being forced out. It made sense seeing as they were considered to be the finest warriors of the region. In the skirmish it is certain that the Emendari noble family was killed along with the others. While there were some survivors many were hunted. House Centari became the ruling family, thought they themselves lost much of their lineage. Riots erupted in the streets of every village and city. A rebellion against Centari was already underway, however this is a story for another day, for now let's return to Terminus in his struggle for survival.

The Fall
Terminus rode the horse to the fort as instructed, it was hard for him to comprehend what was going on in that moment. He was scared and alone. His brother lost in the fight, his parents dead, the power he possessed gone along with it the destiny of a normal life as a noble. Pretty harsh for a 6 year old. As Terminus arrived at the fort he saw guards beckon him in. They asked him what happened yet Terminus remained silent, thoughts dwelling on his family. He would not have much time to cope and rest as the fort was quickly besieged by Centari radicals hearing of the incident at the arena. The fort was captured Terminus along with it and was sent off to a ship bound for a port. There he would be kept so as to not become a figure for rebellion. Though the ship never made it to the port.

When the Terminus awoke ashore he found that he was alone again. They had departed at night yet he couldn't remember a thing from it. By the fact that there were bodies of people and pieces of a boat he came to the fairly obvious conclusion that they had shipwrecked, very badly. It astonished him that he hadn't sustained major injuries. After gathering his thoughts he decided to head towards the port, as it was his only way of surviving now. When he arrived, he was in rags, very unfitting for one born into a powerful noble family. He sat on the streets for a good while, people passed by, people moved on. Terminus adapted to the streets, his memories slowly faded with time. He stole to survive, which was normal in a town like that. Just another part of life. Terminus, instead of falling to the whims of the rags he decided to do something more than just steal. He wanted to work his way out of this hell hole, and so he did. He carved out a little space in the back ally of a couple buildings and called it home. He stole books and read them. Luckily growing up in the royal family he was taught to read from a younger age. Terminus filled his brain with any knowledge he could get his hands on, he studied as he now had all the time he could ever want. The problem was that he was never able to get a true education, only a self taught one at best. But he was attentive to his surroundings.

Terminus noticed things other people didn't. Flaws in buildings, social structure, resources distribution, etc. were very apparent to him. What angered him most was that he was powerless to make change and to make a difference. He was still stealing or begging for basic necessities. Maybe when looked old enough he could get a labour job and begin earning some money and have a say. But the port just didn't offer any opportunity, no way to rise up.

Immigrant
One day Terminus was by the port, looking if there was anything he could quickly grab while it was being unloaded, However he overheard two sailors talking about a far away land. Discussing about some major war or something. The countries and conflicts discussed were meaningless to him. Yet that realm seemed to be in chaos at the moment, and chaos breeds opportunity.

--Work in progress--