Helena Amakiir

Arrival [Lore]
''So you say you want to hear the tales of how I got here? *chuckles* ...Very well. Then buckle up traveller, 'cause you are in for a treat...''

...I woke up in the North-Eastern Uldarashi deserts. I do not recall how I ended up there in the first place, nor do I know anything of what was before. I do, on the other hand, remember the immense pain soaring through my body, as I could barely move a muscle when I finally woke from the slumber.

Was I perhaps in battle? No. Although I was dressed in clothing somewhat suited for combat, and even equipped with a sword, I had no external wounds. Instead, I was coughing up sand and my head was aching tremendously. I could not focus properly as my mind was clouded with confusion and pain. I was lost.

The sun was the only thing that filled the emptiness of the sand dunes stretching for miles in every direction. Truly, I was never meant to make it through. Time was running out as my body had already neglected the mind’s determination to stay alive. And I vividly remember the pessimistic thoughts I had while trying to make sense of things: «Was this it? Was this the end to something that had just started? Certainly no fate could be worse than having only just begun, to so perish.» And then another thought hit me; perish from what exactly? What lays beyond the sand dunes, if anything? Are there more of me out there? More lost souls? These thoughts kept repeating themselves in my mind as I aimlessly wandered in the desert for what seemed to be no end.

Nightfall eventually came, and the moon had fully conquered the sky with its many bright stars. Despite the lingering pain, my determination, or perhaps stubbornness, kept me alive. I kept walking into the night with the scarce light the moon gave me.

However, eventually my fragile body did give in. My mind too crumbled with it as I fell to my knees, reaching for the sword to make the inevitable come sooner. But then, as I glanced at the sword, I spotted a cloaked figure in its reflection behind my own. Was this merely a cruel trick by exhaustion? With the darkness that filled the night, it was also hard to make out the facial features of this cloaked figure. After taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and tried to focus. Though, my hands started shaking, and I became hesitant. Even though death is inevitable, I still carried the fear for it, and struggled to do the one thing that would end my suffering.

However, from that point on in my story, dear traveller, something changed. The wind grew stronger by the second, and it somehow filled the emptiness in my mind with its powerful, melodic breeze. And that is when I heard it. In a calm, soothing voice, the wind called out to me. It whispered to me; «My child… head south…beyond the sand dunes… to the city of freedom.»... And as I then opened my eyes and looked up into the starry sky, it was now filled with the many colours of the universe. Green, purple, magenta and blue, as well as many more, all combined into this beautiful chain of light.

The wind, with its gentle touch, kept swirling around me until I got back on my feet. Where did this new profound strength come from? This strange event which brought comfort in my heart, challenged the agonising pain that struck through my bones. I convinced myself I could hold on a little longer. I no longer felt the heavy burden of being in this fragile body, but my mind was still lost. I simply kept walking. Walking with the guidance of the wind and the many colours lighting my way forward...

The Road Ahead [Lore]
Following several day-and-night cycles later, a spark of hope ignited inside me as I spotted what seemed to be a line of trees stretching over the horizon. Though far too exhausted and malnourished, I laid down beneath one of the trees to rest. The smell of the green grass was calming, and the occasional bird chirping, music to my ears...

But my peaceful rest was abrupted by the sound of clopping hooves, and a man humming in a foreign speech. A wicked stench filled the air as the source of this noise stopped beside me. "Oh my..." he mumbled. "Child, what are you doing out here all by yourself?..." the man asked expecting no response, as I laid there half-dead. He started mumbling what I later got to know is a prayer for the dead to pass peacefully over to the other plane. Though, barely able to open my eyes, I gave away that I was still alive. "Oh heavens!" he said shocked, as he then quickly ran back to his wagon and grabbed one thing after the other. "I'm here, kiddo. Don't leave us yet!... Drink this." he said kneeling next to me whilst holding a flask up to my face. Not knowing what it was then, I drank the potion of healing. And again, the lingering pain was eased, but my body far too weak to do anything. "Come on. You can't stay out here to rot!" He chuckled as he helped me over to his wagon. Though, more of that day I do not recall, as my consciousness left the frame of my body soon after.

Some time later, I woke up to the same horrid stench and familiar humming. But I was laying inside the wagon this time, and I was surrounded by barrels and nets, and cages and chests. I had a filthy sheet of some kind as blanket, but it at least kept me warm. From the front of the wagon I heard; "Are you finally awake, kiddo? Good! We are but a few miles ahead of the capital." I continued pondering over the thought of this man being like me, yet different. He does not seem to be lost at all. And did he just mention 'the capital'?

To be continued on the lore...

Family Reunion [Lore]
Although my new family and my new home is something I find myself incredibly lucky to have, the thought of not knowing the life before I woke up in the Uldarashi deserts lingered in my mind even to this day. It has been more than a month since I woke up from my slumber, but it is still the only dream I’ve dreamt ever since. And so, in an attempt to rid of this burden, I decided to seek out an oracle. Someone with the reputation of being that wise, they could see people’s past and future through sacred rituals only they could perform. I had only heard folktales of such individuals, yet they were my only hope.

Not telling anyone about this journey of mine, I alone left Haleos early in the morning and headed to the lands of where this supposed oracle lived. I was in for a long journey. Though after the long travel, what I think was a six hours walk at the very least, I spotted a small wooden hut, in what seemed to be a swamp. Anxious, yet determined, I walked up to the door. Though, as I made my final step and was about to gently knock, the door creaked open. «I’ve awaited you, deary.» said an old, yet soothing voice. The gentle-looking, elderly female gnome bowed and invited me into her humble home. I nodded, and stepped into her tiny living. Me, who thought I was short, giggled as I sat down in her tiny furniture. «Thank you kindly for inviting me in.» I said. And the old lady responded; «Feel at home, Lady Amakiir.» followed up with «Oh, and I know why you are here.». «You do?» I asked, stupidly, realising she just said my name without me introducing myself. Now she was the one giggling. «Why, yes of course! I can see into the future, young lady.» «Ah, yes. You’re quite right. I apologise, ma’am.» I said, as she served me the tiniest cup of herb tea.


 * Oracle: «Now.. I have some good news, and some bad news, young lady.»
 * Helena: «You do?...»
 * Oracle: «Yes. You came here to know of the life you had before waking up from your deep deep slumber in the desert, yes?»
 * Helena: «Yes.. That is indeed why I am here."
 * Oracle: «In all my time as this wise ‘oracle’ people refer to us as… I have never encountered such a clouded vision as I have had of yours…» she says, while pointing her old, fragile fingers at me. «However…» she continues. «I have seen something that might be of interest regardless…»
 * Helena: «Please, what is it that you have seen?»
 * Oracle: «A boy… your son… he arrived to this plane of existence with you… but not in the same place…»
 * Helena: «I have a son?... a.. a child?»
 * Oracle: «He wandered endlessly, but survived on his bare skills, alone… in the wilderness…"

''As the oracle spoke these words to me, my mind was filled with pictures. Pictures of me and a boy, practicing combat. Smiling, laughing…'' I raised up from the chair shocked and desperate, and without hesitation, I asked: «Where is he now? Do you know?!». The oracle looks at me, gently smiling, and I get back to my senses and sit down. «I apologise for my rude behaviour and impolite speech.» I say. But my heart is still pounding. These memories. I remember him. At least a little. Oracle: "He is here...."

And as the oracle let those words slip from her mouth, the door creaked open once more… And a young boy, his eyes lost, and his clothes ripped and dirty, stood in its frame… As our eyes met, I knew he had the same pictures as me, flashing through his mind. His eyes lit up, and watered. «Dan!» I say out loud whilst running to hug him. «Mom…» he said, while trying to hold his eyes from tearing up. The oracle, who I had completely forgotten about in that moment, then said: «You look hungry, child. Let me fetch you some soup…» And so, we dined with the oracle.

A good while later... on our way home, now holding my son by the hand and smiling, I pondered over what the oracle said in terms of her visions. She said she couldn’t tell me more, as she herself knew nothing… Though I am happy I chased my dream, and ended up reuniting with my son. «Mom… What have you been doing while I was gone?» he asked. «Oh my dear boy… I have a lot to tell you…»

Lore [Summed up]
Helena woke up from a deep slumber in the Uldarashi deserts. Not having memory of her past life up until that very moment, she struggled to find a way out of the desert, and almost succumbed to starvation. Though during the first night, she was whispered to by the wind, and it guided her to the city and the community she now calls home.

Architect
Helena quickly settled with her new friends in the city which saved her life and welcomed her with their warmth and kindness. Wanting to contribute to the community, she used her skills in architecture to help build the city alongside the lead architect of the town, Sir Evan Rydell of Nearon. Together, they are still working on building Nearon to one of the prettiest cities across the lands even to this day...

Minister of Architecture
After the political tensions leading to the massive migration of Aldans to a new land, Helena was asked to take on the role of minister by the lead figure of the Aldan community, Uneasy. However, conflicted on whether or not to stay in Nearon, or to help her friends in their migration, she needed time to think on this... Roughly a week later, she had made up her mind. Considering she had pledged her loytalty to both the city of Nearon, and the Aldan people, she accepted Uneasy's offer. Now, she is both the minister of Architecture in the newly founded kingdom (head of the Department of Architecture in Alda), as well as an architect that continues to live in Nearon.

The Founding
House Amakiir is a noble house in the Kingdom of Alda, and was founded by Helena Amakiir and her partner, Yanni Amakiir. Though, House Amakiir is not a noble family like many others. We are a family not bound by blood, but through friendship and trust throughout the Kingdom of Alda’s founding days. And thus, House Amakiir is a clan where its members have a diverse range of backgrounds, yet with a common goal laying at its core. This very goal, is to commit to the people of Alda’s needs, tend to her allies in their need, as well as be of aid to the crown as long as the name Amakiir lives. The ones who carry the name Amakiir are not only representatives of a noble house on the political and social stage, but people who Helena Amakiir personally sees as inspirations to the Aldan community and herself. They have actively contributed to the well-being of Aldans throughout these many weeks of building the kingdom up from rubbles, and they consider each other family.

Members
House Amakiir currently has six members:

Yanni Amakiir Silvermane
Yanni [YanniWasTaken], Helena Amakiir's partner, and one who has been at her side since the very beginning. She once said in a public announcement to her fellow Aldans: "I am confident in my words when I say I could not have come this far without his help. I do admit he has been doing the hard work behind the scenes of every creation of mine." And thus, he is considered the true backbone to the house, and surely one of the bigger stones that keep the entire Aldan community steady.

Timid O. Amakiir
Timid [TimidZero], who can in some ways be described as a reckless, yet strong human spirit. Though, Timid is also one who has been of aid to the community ever since its beginning back in Nearon, and is considered a true friend to the community. As for his background, Timid came to these far-stretched lands as a soldier. A soldier who often dove head first into danger without second thought due to his blindness for glory. But he later found his way to our doorstep after being shipwrecked onto the beaches of southern Uldarash. And ever since, he is one who have fought bravely alongside Alda and her allies for the good of the people. And thus, he also got promoted to a leading figure within the Aldan Army, Milenary of the 1st Aldan infantry regiment, and is now also one of many inspirations to the community on the political stage.

Kai Aikawa Amakiir
Kai [SparkByPhoenix], a human born with powers he is yet to discover the meaning of, and one who found his way into our community through hardships and turmoil back home in Nullaria. Formely known as minister of foreign affairs, Kai Aikawa, have shown nothing but unconditional love for the Aldan community, and has been of great service to us all. As a member of the department of architecture, and an active candidate for a position within the senate as well as a diplomat, he is one with many brilliant ideas and another great inspiration to the community. Helena thinks of him as her younger brother.

Xilmmar Amakiir
Xilmmar [Xilmmar], a human and one who has contributed his personal wealth and skills to the entirety of this community without hesitation. Despite one who grew up in tough circumstances, and one who was shy and always covered his face in an attempt to avoid any confrontation, he has shown nothing but kindness to all. And it did not take long until Xilmmar gained confidence in his heart as he felt the warmth of our community, the very same warmth we are proud is forever growing amongst Aldans. He has since then pledged loyalty to the citizens of Alda and is committed to this pledge as long as he lives.

Dan Amakiir
Dan [xBurqer] is Helena Amakiir's biological son, and similar to his mother, he has no memory of his past before waking up in the wilderness. Dan is one who is still new to this community, and is curious about his surroundings. He has inherited his mother's architectural skills, and continues to help her and the rest of the Department of Architecture to build the great kingdom they all envisage, but Dan also dreams of becoming an active member of the Aldan community on the political stage.

Friends

 * Lady Nowhere of Alda
 * Lord Uneasy of Alda
 * Joan Baggins of Boulderov [Uldarash ]
 * Governor Jorunn Ruriksson of Orsinium
 * Lady Neko of Alda
 * Minister Bruno of Alda
 * Governor Evan Rydell/Sir Evan Rydell of Nearon [Savernia]
 * Prince Gem Alai of Alaar [Huitca]
 * Cihuacoatl Warendrop of Volandia/Prime Minister Waren [Huitca]
 * [And many more!]

Enemies

 * Whoever keeps griefing my builds
 * Whoever keeps requesting a fast-food restaurant in Haleos