Loreth Gilroch (Prostowaro)

Overview
Name: Loreth Gilroch I

Race: Human

Age: Unknown (Suspected Between 25-35)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Religion: Noxism

Titles: Archon of Magna Ataraxia, High Lord of Astronis, Mayor of Lornwick and Sovdal, Former Valdenvraeld of Cliffton,

Personality: Loreth Gilroch is often described as a cowardly zealot with a large temper. He experiences mood swings at times of great stress politically. Sometimes, he is very calm and collected and longs for a life of retirement, and at other times he is full of fiery rage and lashes out at those around him. Usually it is a mix of the two, with the former being more prevalent in recent times.

Backstory
Loreth Gilroch was born to a house of minor nobility in the country of Owyddnorr (Irl Date of Joining was April 11th, 2021) a few decades before it's collapse. Loreth Gilroch had a relatively happy childhood, and was educated moderately well. With the political turmoil that sprung from Owyddnorr's collapse, Loreth Gilroch was placed incharge of a small successor state named Cliffton, and set up his capital in the ruins of an old castle in Eastern Helmia. He quickly got into a few minor border disputes with his neighbors which consisted of Valyria (Now Daelyria), and Bardonia. Loreth was later contacted by Darkblade_T2 and invited to join the country of Neo Noxnorr. Upon his arrival in the new state, he was granted the title of Valdenvraeld (Or Duke) and began the reconstruction of Cliffton Castle. Neo Noxnorr was later renamed to Owydd Noxnorr upon popular request of it's population, but the nation would eventually experience some troubles. Troubles from a land of Imperialistical Conquerors, Troubles from Bardonia.

The First Exile
''It was a calm evening on the night of the 24th of July. All was calm in the quiet hamlet that is Cliffton Castle. Loreth Gilroch was in his study, writing in his diary. Suddenly, A horrendous crashing sound would be heard from the castle's gates. Loreth would jump too his feet, and would immediately put on a coat and would rush to the scene. A large group of armored men would be attempting to knock down the gate. They would then succeed and would grab Loreth. These men were from Astoria. Loreth would be taken to a house, and locked in a room for hours. It may have even been days. He'd then be released from the infernal chamber, and would be taken outside towards the gates. The men would then throw him out of the castle, and they'd then close the gates. Loreth would stand there for several minutes, waiting until eventually someone fired an arrow at him. With no armor on, he'd run into the forest as fast as he could, and he'd begin to check his satchel for supplies. After taking inventory on his supplies, Loreth would swiftly return to Cliffton, and he'd steal one of the horses tethered outside the Castle. He'd mount the horse and would travel to the nearest road. He'd ride south, through the swamps. Suddenly, Loreth's vision would go dizzy. He'd begin to feel depressed and miserable. He'd begin writing a note on a piece of parchment, It would read:'' "The world is spinning... spinning fast. I feel very dizzy and lightheaded. I dont know where Im going, but order has fallen, the world is falling, Rathnir is on a slippery slope of a decline. May the gods have mercy on the heathens occupying thine lands of the Noxists. Im goi-" The note would end there, cut off at what is presumed to be the word 'going.' Signed below, "Valdenvraeld Loreth Gilroch a'Cliffton" would be hurriedly signed, as if Loreth was about to flee. The note was found under a tree in a swamp south of Cliffton. Loreth's current whereabouts are unknown. This was his first exile from the land of Helmia.

''Over the weeks, less and less would be heard about Loreth. A few apple cores would be found near the tree where the piece of parchment was found. Several footprints would be identified as his own, as they bore the markings of his custom tailored shoes. On the 28th, a dead horse would be found in the mud near a Daelyrian border outpost. Loreth's shoes would also be found stuck in the same muck. An Old fisherman would claim to have seen him on the Synd Lor docks, attempting to board a small boat. A washed up piece of paper containing the words: "He-p no wat-r! Storm clo- near Au- er!" would be discovered on August 2nd. On the same beach, a rusty arrow, and a torn black cloak-hood would be found.''

The Return to Old Roots
''After many weeks of running from his pursuers, Loreth would find himself boarding a boat to Aul Aer to live as a refugee. Concealed in a black cloak, Loreth would relax in the back of the ship, watching the skies. Loreth would notice some storm clouds in the distance, but would go inside the boat's cabin to slumber. Loreth would wake after bumping his head on the arm of a chair, and would notice that the boat was rocking violently. He would go up onto the deck, where the crew of the boat were desperately trying to maneuver the ship too safety. The Captain would begin yelling to abandon the ship, and many people would begin to jump off the sides of the boat. The violent surf would slam the ship into a rock, springing a huge hole in the ship's hull. The remaining people on the deck would be flung off in all directions. Loreth would quickly grab onto a barrel, and would use it too keep himself afloat. Eventually the storm would die down, and Loreth would begin to paddle towards land. After hitting the beach, Loreth would tear off his tattered cloak, and would move into the forest. After climbing a hill, Loreth would notice a familiar flag in the distance. The Flag of Sovdal. Loreth would being sprinting in the direction of the flag, eventually stumbling upon the gates of Sovdal. After the gates were open, Loreth would enter the city. Many of it's citizens would recognize the deposed Duke, and would begin murmuring. Loreth would enter the town hall, and would begin searching for the mayor of Sovdal. After finding one of his secretaries, Loreth would ask her where the aristocracy went. The elderly woman would reply saying that The Alsbeckan Mayor and his parliament had fled the city a month ago to try to find riches in Eldham. Loreth would then ask who was incharge. The woman would say nobody and that the city hasnt had a leader for weeks. Id leave the town hall, and Id go to a podium outside. Id begin reciting a speech, at the end declaring myself Mayor of Sovdal.''

Foundations of an Union
During his time under the Astorian rule of Northern Helmia, Loreth Gilroch was contacted by a man named Mayneboots or sometimes called Wheyloffe. He was a representative from Astoria, and he and Loreth had many cheerful conversations. One day, Loreth was given the idea from Mayne to align with the other Helmian nations in order to "take out" Astoria. Loreth, being the ridiculous young fool he was thought this was a great idea. So, he invited the King of Baykonia and the King of Daelyria to attend a meeting to propose a Helmian Union. Astoria was not invited, but ended up attending anyways. The talks were fine at first, but then they began to sour. Any shred of possibility for the remnants of Noxnorr to join this union was thrown out the window. Loreth was even led to the Lobby to wait for the talks to end at some times. In the end though, Arcovel was founded as the first Pan-Helmian state since the collapse of Owyddnorr. Loreth was later given a County out of the benevolence of King Unburnt a month or so after the union was signed. When a terrible plague killed off most Astorians, Loreth Gilroch traveled to the ghost of Cliffton Castle, and released the following information:

''After months of fighting and protesting, I, Loreth Gilroch stand ontop of Cliffton Castle's tallest tower. Victorious. Though the castle which I labored for months building may be ruined, the white flag of peace has been raised upon its towers. My work had finally paid off, I had my home back. Destruction was on every street. The houses were flattened. The walls were collapsing. And my own manor had been ransacked. The place was well and truly ruined, but I succeeded after many months of trial. My home is no longer a pawn on an enemy's chessboard, I have won. Many, many Disputings will be coming.'' -Loreth Montwyn Faernvael Gilroch Valdenvraeld a'Cliffton

A Noxist Crusade, A Second Exile, And a Second Return
A Noxist Crusade was announced towards the end of September, with a descendent of Darkblade_T2 allegedly having visions telling him to begin a crusade. The crusade failed miserably, but amongst the chaos, Loreth Gilroch was labeled as a collaborator of the Crusade. Loreth Gilroch released the following announcement before the crusade:

The city of Sovdal declares neutrality In the coming conflict between the Noxist Crusaders and Aesteryia. We will not be used as the political pawn of either side. Any warring party that attempts to breach Sovdal's gates will be met with a swift and brutal massacre. Also we have declared martial law in order to defend the city from the coming barbaric hordes from the south and north. Good day. -Loreth Montwyn Faernvael Gilroch I Lorvraeld a'Sovdal, Valdenvraeld a'Cliffton

Loreth was tried in court by a man named Lightfish, and was set to be exiled. Loreth fought very hard against his exile to no avail. As he began to finish packing his things, some supernatural intervention was at play. The Lord Skotos had come to visit the city of Sovdal, and began to put on a show of morbid magic upon the city. Fire sprung through the streets, a fountain rained blood, and even ghasts spawned. Loreth bowed his head upon these sites. and 2 others followed. Their names were Phoenix and Spoken Kaerfels. In the end, the three decided to start a cult of sorts and hoped to carry out the wishes of this divine master in hopes of reward. Skotos was later defeated after Halloween.

''After the Skotos event finally came to a close and the dark lord returned to the depths from whence he came, Loreth was still exiled. He found peace in a small town named Andoria, but they evicted him and robbed him of his things. He was locked in a horse barn like a jail. The said horse barn was overcrowded, and Loreth was forced to sleep inbetween a pile of dung and some old hay. After about a month, Loreth would finally make is escape. Loreth would travel through Helmia on the run until finally boarding a ferry through the Atardon sea and down south. From there Loreth traveled to Uldarash, Sparwood, and Bardonia. After several weeks of traveling, Loreth arrived at Market 55, which he determined to be a safe place to be homeless near. Loreth would then become a senile beggar, begging for spare change, sleeping in caves, and rambling on and on about his misfortunes. Loreth once had a life of power and prestige, until he took a severe downspiral economically, politically, and mentally.''

Loreth luckily found his wits, and returned to Helmia. His exile had ended by then anyways.

''After many weeks of sleeping in filth in the streets outside Market55, Loreth would decide to enter the Nether in order to return to his homeland. It would take several days until he finally emerged from the Nether and into the overworld... in Uldarash. Loreth had gone the wrong way and now had to walk for a week to reach Helmia. Loreth emerged from a portal into the city of Sovdal. This city was once his, and he was not necessarily welcome or unwelcome there. Loreth would run out of the city, and would commandeer a canoe. He traveled down the river until reaching Andoria. Loreth managed to recollect some of his belongings, after bribing the gate worker. Loreth would then flee the city, running of into the hills of Astoria.''

Retiring Only to Unretire
Loreth Gilroch was done with politics and felt very old mentally, so he decided to isolate himself from civilization, and he started a township in Northeast Astoria named Lornwick. He began a humble life as a farmer and even built himself a nice Statehouse. Loreth referred to the place as a Statehouse, but it was really just a cabin with more amenities. With his retirement, Loreth Gilroch began to mellow a bit. Unluckily though, Loreth would be forced to come out of retirement after political instability in Mithra reached it's peak.

''I have lived in Helmia since I was born, I have never lived anywhere else. I controlled a vast portion of the subcontinent once, I was a leader once. I sewed the seeds of deception to illuminate the severe populatory depression of Owyddnorr. Two days later, it collapsed. I founded my own state then, and quickly entered more border disputes in a day than anyone else. I named my nation state "The Free State of Cliffton" after the capital which was also named Cliffton. I joined Owydd Noxnorr, became the largest political entity inside the country minus the King, Queen, and Archduke. I murdered a man with my bow in the undeveloped fields of Astoria, a little after it became Bardonia's newest province. I fought hard politically to prepare for an imminent Bardonian invasion, one that was suspected to come at any moment from the start of Owydd Noxnorr to it's collapse. Over the months, many of my people began to die off, and we knew we couldnt deter Bardonia any longer. We sold our country to Alamayn. The deal greatly profited me, and I was able to keep my power with a lot more of it as well. I became rich of the land sale, and things were looking up. Unfortunately, on one grim morning, I was attacked by an Astorian war party that overcame my city and occupied it. I fought against this as much as I could, but it was not enough. Soon after, the Mighty Alamayn sold their lands to The Empire of Yimmu Audal who had recently acquired the lands of Astoria. Upon my return to the now new territory of Yimmu Audal, I had to settle in an old city I knew somewhat well. The City of Sovdal. I was later branded a squatter, and had sent a flurry of angry letters back and forth between the Ningal at the time, and several other Yimmu Audalian officials. Not much arose from this, and I sat quietly for several weeks, until I met a man named Mayneboots. I met Mayneboots one dreary morning in August, and we quickly acquired a working friendship. He was an Astorian official in charge of some sort of political or internal affairs of the province. He quickly led to me that Astoria was in a predicament of a mass-plague which had ridden most of it's population and nobility dead. He gave me the idea that I should contact officials from Baykonia and Daelyria, and attempt to forge some sort of Pan-Helmian union that would leave Astoria with little political power. Astoria was later invited to the talks I started, and things still remained fine. Unfortunately though my own tomfoolery, things began to sour. Any attempts to save the Noxnorric identity or keep it as some sort of Duchy part of this Pan-Helmian union were put down. I was branded as a squatter once more. Luckily from the talks, grew the nation of Arcovel (later Aesteryia). I was made to hand of the Mayorship of the City of Sovdal to one of my citizens, Leopold Hamburg. Leopold Hamburg was in a sense my political puppet for several weeks until I regained power. By then, more than 90% of Astoria's Northern duchies had died. In the south though, many former Astorians were unaffected, since they lived very far away from the capital, Lidlborough. Over time, I was allowed to regain some titles thanks to the benevolence of King Unburnt. Time passed through the Autumn of the year, Arcovel became Aesteryia, Kyydrosil was independent, and Kastollia formed Varandoy and became independent for a time. A union was later made between Varandoy and Aesteryia, forming VAK. Things were still relatively normal, until a crusade against the nation was announced by many Noxists living in Yimmu Audal. I myself was a Noxist, and tried to keep a firm stance on the neutrality on the conflict. None the less, I still got caught up in it and was labeled as a collaborator. A lawsuit was filed against me by a man named Lightfish Demus. Lightfish was the head of a religion called Domusism. They really hated Noxism after the failed crusade. Since 2-3 of the crusaders were once citizens of Sovdal, I was a collaborator in the crusade allegedly. I was found guilty, and was exiled from VAK for several weeks. I never truly left the country, I instead stayed in hiding in Andoria. I returned when I was officially allowed to return and later "converted" to Domusism. This was a ruse though, as I had never truly abandoned my original faith as a Noxist. I exposed a Baykonian/Noxist/Zamotzian plot to steamroll VAK, which eventually led to VAK joining the Zamotz Union, now as Mithra. I ran for the Prime Minister of the Baykonian Union shortly after, coming in 5th place out of 7 candidates. Lightfish Demus was a rather radical individual who supported a variety of genocidal actions against groups he thought were inferior. I "left" Domusism after and reaffirmed my faith as a Noxist. Since then, I traveled to Northwest Helmia, to the Astronis province (An very sparesely populated region bordering Kyydrosil) and took up the peaceful life as a farmer. I made a vow that I would keep my town away from any future conflicts, and that I would stay away from politics as much as I could. After the events of the false King Verigan Trimarch of Mithra, I am unfortunately going to break that vow. My country is in need of help in order to stay alive. So that is why I must unfortunately end my peaceful life in retirement in order to come out of retirement and return to politics. May Mithra have mercy from the oncoming onslaught to be unleashed by it's enemies. Signed, -Loreth Gilroch I Former Valdenvraeld (Duke) of Cliffton, Former Lorvraeld (Mayor/Lord) of Sovdal, co-founder of Arcovel, Current Lorvraeld of Lornwick.''

Loreth Returned to Politics, and shortly before Mithra's collapse inherited land from the Archon of Magna Ataraxia named Undye. Loreth originally only wanted to take over a small portion of land, but was brought to getting more than he may have needed.

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Loreth TODAY
Loreth currently is a citizen of the Provisional State of Helmia, and continues to fight for the rights of the former Nobility of Mithra. He can be contacted on discord (Greenflag12#8701) or Ingame (Prostowaro).