Doleven Sovenos

Crown prince Doleven turned out to be a passionate soul, taking after his mother in temper and kindness. He came to be known as the lightbringer because of his passion for the commoners. His father attempted to have him claim the Solimarian throne that was to be his brother’s, but he refused. The crown prince was twenty five at the time, and had decided to travel and see the country he would one day rule. Narsaq found the idea repulsive, but his queen reminded him that the crown prince had to learn on his own.

Prince Doleven began his travels, taking with him his small entourage of four trusted king’s men, and his trusted sword, Mor Ovar. They started in Latvinkin where Prince Doleven met with his cousins and his grandmother’s family. He then took the blackroad eastward to see the mines of Bluewaterkeep before heading west to Foreeman. Once in greenhal, Prince Doleven stumbled upon the worst people he could ever meet in his life, Princess Leria and Prince Julion of Solimar, also known as The twin swords.

The twins were in Foreeman as envoys of their father, Teon I, who had two decades earlier usurped Doleven’s throne and that of his deceased brother, Theal. Prince Doleven had no actual quarrel with the twins, he never wished to sit the throne of Solimar.

They encountered each other at the great pyramid, where the old prince, Dante II Sovenos of Foreeman ruled. Doleven and his men left their weapons at the armory as was the law, and they entered the vast pyramid, much like that of his father’s at home. As they arrived in the banquet hall, the twins were already there.

The Grand Prince offered Doleven and his men a seat at his table, as they were kin, but he wished to decline as he had heard of the twins and wished to have nothing to do with them. However, Doleven’s trusted sword, Mor Ovar, pressed him not to refuse the Grand Prince in his home, which would’ve been a sign of grave disrespect. Doleven saw no weapon in sight, so he sat down and the food was served.

Soon enough the twins began questioning him on his stand to the dispute of the throne. The prince declined to indulge in their taunts, knowing full well that that throne was his by right. After a lengthy time of avoiding their questions, Doleven snapped.

“Your father is a usurper… your mother is a whore… and you two are nothing but bastards in the eyes of the gods. You sully the throne and the name of Solimar with your filth, and I hope the gods shower you with much misery and pain!”

— Crown Prince Doleven, 4535 A.D, Greenhall, the Forestlands.

As expected the twins launched at the Prince and his entourage. The guards of the pyramid soon swarmed the hall, but the old prince commanded them not to intervene - he had lived a long life without any real conflict and this was too good. Neither of the fighters had any sort of weapon, so the Grand Prince seemed not to believe any real injury was going to be dealt.

Doleven was short and swift, but the Twin swords were slender with a great reach. They all fought with bare knuckles, dealing each other numerous bloody hits, and the twins seemed to hold the upper hand.

Prince Julion and Princess Leria were lightning fast, dividing Doleven’s group in half, taking two each. The twins fought two men each as if they were merely fighting one. In the end, Doleven’s trusted sword, Mor Ovar, pulled a blade from the neck of his sandals and drove it deep into Princess Leria’s ribs. She bellowed horribly, the echo resonating throughout the hall.

Doleven threw a distracted glance to the side for a quick moment to see what had happened, but it was a grave mistake. He received a blinding fist to the temple from the Solimarian prince. Julion then caught him in a choke before breaking his neck in a single twist. Doleven tumbled to the floor lifeless. The Solimarian Prince then stood up and lounged at Mor Ovar. When the old Prince finally called for his guards to end the fight, Mor Ovar had already ended it with his dagger to Prince Julion’s throat.

The Grand Prince knew not what to do. He had gotten all the heirs of the most powerful kingdoms killed in his halls - he had survived many things, but this he knew was his end. To minimise the damage, he extradited Mor Omar to Solimar, where he was hanged, drawn and quartered for the murder of the crown prince and princess. The old prince then sent words to Grandoak, informing the king of his son’s death.

A fortnight later, the king’s men were in greenhall, demanding the old prince’s head. He was burned alive for his treason, Narsaq himself spelling the words that bathed him in fire.