Alfric Aulian

**Alfric Altheim Aulian** (IGN: DJLETZSHAKE) arrived on Eldham towards the start of September of 2021. He has held many names in his life, as he’s always felt he didn’t fit in anywhere he was until he reunited with his family. These names include Ixtelolohtli, the name his foster family in Huitca Federation gave him, Juan/Jon Von Manteloc, a pen name he used on written works he didn’t want attached to his real name, and Belegaerdor, when he found himself restless what he thought was his heritage.  He’s also penned a few works, including *On Bleak War* and *Scourged ROT*. He has served in the political body of New Yoake.

## Biography

### Early Life

A trace of the true self peeks out of the false self, and murky waters cannot hide the silver ore beneath. For, out of a sense of incompleteness, all seek to be whole and to themselves be true. Alfric Aulian, aged 30, known uncomfortably under many other names, is no exception to this.

Three years prior to the birth of his brother, Vix Aulian, Alfric was born to Asger and Liv Aulian, a Human and a  Talawan, respectively, in a village to the south of what is now Uraka. However, whereas Vix was able to enjoy his life with his widowed father, the same plague that took their mother nearly took Alfric as well.

In those dark days the ground turned a sickly green and the sky rotted. Men dropped dead in the streets and babes never made it to term. Farmers who miraculously survived had to dash calves with stones to save them from future misery. It is a miracle the land recovered from it.

Having lost his better half, Asger was able to muster all that lied deep within him to not mither and moan and instead help his ailing son. Spending all he could, communicating with all he knew, he was able to find serenity: There was a failed Cualitzin devotee, who ironically looked the exact image of his wife Liv, in Tlahatl in the Huitcan Federation’s cheaper housing that was said to be a master of earthly ailments and cures. The price was steep: the devotee was barren and asked for Alfric as a son. Asger, filled with love of his flesh and blood, made a sacrifice.

Alfric, now five and named Ixtelolohtli, eventually forgot his lineage as it faded into memory. He grew up believing the shack on the waterfront was always his home, and his name was always Ixtelolohtli. However, something internally, perhaps the fabric of his very soul, told him that this wasn’t the truth. This resulted in him misbehaving in school due to a sense of not fitting in and eventually falling in with local gangs.

Due to his rough life, he carries two scars. One is physical, and one is bureaucratic. He wears a prosthetic right hand, as he had to chop it off for failing a crime lord. Furthermore, he holds a criminal record in the Huitcan Federation due to his foolish youth.

### Huitcan Exodus

Ixtelolohtli eventually left Rathnir. With both of his foster parents deceased and his unrest at what he felt was a lie, he didn’t feel any obligation to stay. In a prayer to Xoalcoatl, after a period of introspection while wandering through the woods, he vowed to at least try to leave his life of crime behind him.

Ixtelolohtli found that old habits die hard and fell into a gang of ruffians on the southwest portion of Eldham. This gang founded the town of Roanapur, right under the nose of Ravenguard. It just so happened such a place was right by a colony from Huitca, but Ixtelolohtli knew to stay away from them.

It was within Roanapur, while waiting for his rum to age, he wrote a proposal under the pen name of Juan Von Manteloc: *On Bleak War*. For a brief synopsis: the book advocates for a faction devoted solely to war to help end conflict swiftly. The danger of the idea necessitated the pen name. For the record, Ixtelolohtli wrote the novel in a scholarly jest. Still, it delighted him to know his book was the star attraction of a book burning a couple years after he authored it.

Eventually Ixtelolohtli felt unrest once more. He did not fit in with these ruffians any more than he did the ones in Tlahatl. And so, he eventually left Roanapur for a new land.

### Forlorn on the Frostbite

Ixtelolohtli wandered back up north, following rumors of people powerful enough to steal the sun. While he personally had a dislike for anyone who would push Tlahatepa from His position, he had to admit it took great gall to dare to do so. A respectable, enjoyable amount, in fact. He had to meet such figures. Having found elation from the city, he became an official citizen. It took him several weeks, however, to understand that they were Vampires, as the word had no place in his native tongue. Among the affluent and surprisingly population, he felt the most at home he had in his life up until that point.

In the dreary cursed lands of the state of New Yoake, he wrote another scholarly jest work: *Scourged ROT*. Having been exposed to the Religion of ROT and noticed its similarities to the ideas of Xoalcoatl, he both integrated it into his personal beliefs on Cardinalism and wrote a discourse on the creation of a more militant ROT sect.

Ixtelolohtli lended his creative mind to the building of houses in Garri's Lament, and most of the buildings of that sector of the city owe themselves to him.

It is here in New Yoake Ixtelolohtli studied the arcane arts under the tutelage of the royal family, something he found he had a knack for. A pagan art, perhaps, but being able to cast a fireball has saved him many times throughout his life. Furthermore, he was gifted a blade from the royal family as a reward for his diligence. The blade was Kurohi, forged by the Forgemaster, Lathien. It it a blade that has stayed at his side for many years.

### Elven Solidarity

After half a decade, Ixtelolohtli temporarily abandoned his workshop, feeling unrest descend on him once more after the excited energy the city had started to die out.

He had wondered if it was his sense of Elven identity that caused him to stir. Thus, he had ventured outward, to the old world once again.

He traversed Ummarnu, to the land of Ardat-Azæl. He found what he sought: an decayed Mamori burial room beneath the sands.

Having stuffed his bags and coffers with plunder, he came to the conclusion he was not alone. He kept seeing figments at the corner of his eyes that would disappear when he turned his head. He felt that sometimes secrets and bounties are best left unmolested. He returned the piles he had looted, and gave a silent moment of thought to the tomb.

He turned to leave, the spirits seemingly satisfied. At the threshold, he found ancient writing. He wiped off the heavy dust that had settled over it, and as he did, he felt an odd tingling, like electricity tickling his flesh. He pulled his hand away, but after he realized he felt no pain from it he placed his hand back. He stayed housed in this tomb, managing to avoid bandits and military patrols, as he studied it. After months of scholastic effort, he felt a sense of peace wash over him, the first of its kind that had ever touched his soul.

He returned home to New Yoake as a new man, and carved a mantra on his bedroom door for him to remember every day. It goes as follows:

> I am Elfve. I am a grandchild of Akan’nash. Long ago, my direct descendants, the Mamori that became the Azerals and the Talawans, traversed the Mîn Desert. It is from them I claim my central identity. I am Elfve, half-bred though my stature and skin imply. I am Elfve. I am kin of Sareariel and the Lûnren. Long ago, these kin survived the seas. It is from them I claim bravery against turmoil and strife.I am Elfve, heir to knowledge to not fear the unknown. I am Elfve. I am kin of the Hyakki. Long ago, these kin survived the dread of winter. It is from them I claim adaptability to what approaches me. I am Elfve, a survivor of eons. I am Elfve. I am BELEGAERDOR.
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### The Delightful and Ever-Novel Pleasure

Following the abandonment of the city of the royal family and it’s acquisition by the nation of Skjoldrbrodir, the new Jarl of Nyr Joake, Soul Yoakan, took delight in his dutifulness and asked him to be her Thane. Having become content with himself for the first time in a while, Belegaerdor accepted.

As ordered by his Jarl, Belegaerdor civilly developed the city, building many houses and terraforming the land with assistance from the animated golems. Furthermore, as Thane he had a modicum of input with regards to private discussions the many Jarls and Thanes of Skjoldrbrodir had. His input was always thoughtful and nuanced, and helped the nation develop.

Eventually, pressures from Nyr Joake’s neighbors, Valreach and The High Kingdom of Catania, out of a dislike for foreign powers having influence in the Drakesland, caused New Yoake’s independence. A new government sprang from the former Jarldom, a council headed by Belegaerdor, Soul, and Lathien.

However, illnesses would take Lathien and Soul, leaving them unable to perform their duties. Belegaerdor, with the world on his shoulders, set out to help the city as much as he could. In doing this, he wrote the Constitution of New Yoake, the Legal Code, developed the agrarian sector of the city, and established good relations with the nations of the Drakesland.

### The False Regnum and the True Self

As was his job, Belegaerdor was New Yoake’s spearhead with regards to the false reformation of Regnum Drakaes. It was in this he finally understood why Valreach and Catania showed the resistance they did to Skjoldrbrodir owning New Yoake. The more he interacted with a particular person, one Vix Aulian, the more he felt internally serene. He toured a museum in Kalminur, and found a book on the Aulian family. In reading it, he found the story of Alfric was his own.

Finally, a score and five years on, the Aulian brothers were reunited. He let his fake name of Elven legacy drift away from his mind as he took on his real, Solaris-given name. The same way the Aulian family came together once again, the Drakesland banded together in a way that has never been seen, even during the time of Regnum. Whatever else may be said about his political career, it must be stated this is Alfric Aulian’s finest hour.