Tristshun

Trist The Versed


Tristshun, otherwise known to his nation as Grandpa Tristshun, is the current Head of Diplomacy and advisor to Yorv Torm. Hailing from Vidanmor, Formerly Midjor, Tristshun's journey has not been a simple one. Upon arriving to Eldham, Tristshun spawned into the desert of the Zamotz Union. He was taken in for a very short week there before his leave. The deserts and high tensions of Zamotz did not suit his beliefs or lifestyle.

After a long walk visiting the four corners of Eldham and leaving his name at each point, Tristshun came upon a small town called Ilothwii. There, he was met by a man by the name of Yathum. Yathum was one of the three original founders of Midjor as well as one of the Triumvirate at the time. Yathum gifted him a home, a small house on the side of the Odenian Mountains.

From here, Tristshun set off on a two month journey to improve his wealth and bring weight to his name. There was only one place for a man to make the wealth he accumulated. The Nether. Over time selling Netherite for cheaper prices than most, Tristshun became known as "The Nether Worker". Due to his massive Netherite business, there were many accusations that Tristshun may have had a device to show him the location of Ancient Debris. However so, his wealth continued to grow, as did the weight his named carried in Eldham.

Mr. Superb
Looking up to the wealthy figures in Eldham, Tristshun began reaching out to them one by one in hopes of learning a secret to there wealth. Mr. Superb traded many secrets with Tristshun, and as such his name began to grow more and more as time passed, as did his wealth.

Vultitain (Draakthakt)
After a long journey for wealth and fame, Tristshun returned to his humble home of Ilothwii. With his newfound wealth and power, he founded the city of Vultitain. The city was built out of materials he had collected from the Nether during his travels. It is to this day the only city to be fully built out of Nether materials and stands as "The Dark Heart of Vidanmor".

Retirement
Tristshun endured much over the time as mayor of Vultitain. The three kings seemed to be busy elsewhere in the world and most of the responsibility fell to Tristshun alone. Upon the return of the Triumvirate, Tristshun decided it was time to hang up his hat as mayor to pursue other work. A promising prospect had come with his crew of able-bodied men just recently from an entirely different continent outside of Stoneworks. Tristshun reached out to this man known as Torm and passed down his leadership of Vultitain. The city was soon renamed Draakthakt, which meant "Dark Heart" in Torm's native language.

Journey of The Soul
After months of assembling wealth and founding Vultitain, Tristshun embarked on a journey across Eldham to meet with some of the leaders of other nations and find like minded individuals. He spend many a night in taverns, libraries and lodges all across Eldham. There, he met many people including nation rulers and made many friends. After weeks on the road, Tristshun decided it was time to return home with his new knowledge of the world and assist in the advancement of his nation.

Departure of The Founders
Upon returning home, Tristshun became very involved in politics. His involvement was very silent to most as he did not carry a title and refused to fully commit. His knowledge of the world of Eldham became very valuable to the rulers of Midjor. It seemed he always had an eye on the entire world at all times and always knew what was going on around him. Just as Tristshun began to get comfortable in his new life, the king of Midjor, Malzein, announced he was retiring and the man whom gave Tristshun a life, Vathol, was to take the throne. Shortly after Malzein's departure, war seemed to be looming for the nation of Midjor as squatters had taken a hold of the southern bay. To make matters worse, Vathol had made announcements that he and the third founder, Asyer, were also to depart the world. A new king was to be declared. Still sticking to his ways, Tristshun refused to pick up leadership and instead vouched for Torm, the man who had taken over his old city. Torm won the vote by a landslide and asked Tristshun to become his Head of Diplomacy. He accepted.

Squatters and Peace
With the new king on the throne, plans began to run the squatters out of the newly named Vidanmor. Attacks waged on both sides. Houses were burnt, blood was spilled, however a full on war was never declared. Torm saw potential in the squatter leader, Berg. Over time, Berg showed his true colors to not be the villain Vidanmor thought of him and joined the nation as the head of the military. With the war over and the new general in tow, Vidanmor now sets it's eyes on growth with Tristshun as it's Head of Diplomacy and the Yorv's right hand advisor.

 Grandpa Trist Returns 

Many years have passed since Tristshun’s death. He passed away alone in his Midjorisk home after a long fought war to protect his people. Thought he passed peacefully in his sleep, the Midjorisk wept and mourned over his sudden death. Tristshun was held to high regards throughout the continent of Eldham as one of the greatest businessmen, teachers and leaders of his time. Tristshun saw the Midjorisk through the dark ages and managed stresses large enough to kill. He did it all for his people.

In current time, the Midjorisk have returned from their long voyage to visit other worlds and lands and return to Eldham anew. With many new stories, lessons and battles under their belt, the Midjorisk have transformed their culture into something few could ever dream of. This has caused the Midjorisk to become even prouder and tight knit within their family circle. They have stood by one another for hundreds of years and throughout time they have only learned and grown in numbers.

The once peaceful Midjorisk are no longer afraid of battle, as they have been hardened over time and experience. And Mazien, the original ruler of the Midjorisk has re-taken the throne with ambitious goals of growth and domination in mind. He sits alone at camp in front of his fire, contemplating his past and the events that had led to this warm spring night. He sat thinking to himself.

“They are relying on me now. With my power restored and the Midjorisk stronger than ever, we ironically have no land. Go figure. That’s just our luck. This new land is much warmer and this castle is unbelievable. Although we are not independent, we are more fortified and powerful as a people than we have ever been. Can I truly live up to this? Of course I can… I’m the reason the Midjorisk are even here.”

The fire began to die down as the warm wind drifted among the unfamiliar green grass. The Midjorisk hailed for a taiga biome far, far to the south of Eldham. The Midjorisk were now in the warm northern border of Eldham, surrounded by Savannahs and Deserts. It was unfamiliar, yet extremely motivated. The Midjorisk Nomads had visited many lands would take warm, green land over any they had experienced.

“I know that I am capable. I know that now. Before when I was doubting myself, I was an entirely different person. But… I wish you were here. You brought us back from the Dark Ages before your death. I could use your advice, my old friend. Grandpa Trist… When we left Midjor, we didn’t expect it to fall so quickly. We are sorry for that. But you did not die in vain, that much I promise. I will restore the Midjorisk to a power they have never reached before. We WILL thrive… Although, I still wish you were here. Your advice was always respected.”

In this moment, the wind suddenly stopped. The fire had been reduced to nothing but red charcoal in the night. A voice struck out loudly among the sky.

“Your wish is one of nobility, respect and love. The Midjorisk long have stuck together, no matter the task at hand or the painful reality that may be pushed against them. You are capable, Malzien. And you WILL bring the Midjorisk back to a power that will be respected among the nations of Eldham. However, we Äsyyrsk expect you cannot do this alone. You have your people, the Midjorisk, at your side, but whom do you have at your back? Whom do you have whispering the words of age in your ear? That man was taken from you prematurely. While in the realm of the Äsyyrsk, Tristshun has served us well. Now that his task among us is completed… consider this a gift from the Äsyyrsk. Tristshun shall return to his people.”

A blinding light struck out among the now awakened Midjorisk sitting upright in their sleeping area. The Midjorisk covered their eyes and as the light died down, they could see a figure standing among them in the center of camp. As the blinding light slowly faded, the campfire began to roar. Among them stood an old man, weathered and grey. The old man looked among the Midjorisk with a smile on his face.

“I’m here for you all. I have returned.”

Grandpa Trist had been returned to the Midjorisk by the Äsyyrsk.