Momerath Clanless

Captain Momerath of the Chroma Vanguard

**Momerath Clanless** (born **Momerath Rakkaus Dragoste**) was a Hydrarian Dragonborn, who served proudly in The Vermillion Army of Clan Sera during the First War of the Scales, and as a Captain for the Chroma Vanguard during The War of Tooth and Claw and the Second War of the Scales*.*He quickly gained the favour of the army’s commanding officers for his selfless acts of charging headfirst into battle. Most of his fellows called it stupidity, and a few - bravery.

Disowned by his clan for war crimes, he now seeks redemption through the worship of the Ancients. He travelled with the group known as The Mist until they got ambushed and slain by a band of roving bandits, leaving him as the only survivor.

Following leads to an ancient temple, Momerath found himself travelling to Lavender on Pangea, where he ended up on a new adventure with The Group.

## Hydraria

### Early Life

Momerath is the middle child of Tyrannicus and Saphara, a rare couple in Sera society as they fell in love and got married. Most procreation in Sera culture is fairly functional, often the parents get together to raise their offspring and then split when their children reach adolescence. This is to make them strong and independent.

Children raised in married families are referred to as Loveborne, often in a derogatory way as they are viewed as having soft upbringings that make them weaker than regular Sera. They are recognized by their unusual eye-colors. Most Sera have either red or black eyes because of the stress the harsh training they experience as younglings, releases hormones that inhibits the development of normal eye-colors. Momerath has azure-colored eyes.

Momerath has a 7-year older brother, Kaladan, who went missing on a mission to the Sunken Temple as part of his training to become a Paladin. Their father Tyrannicus, a deeply atheistic dragonborn, was infuriated by Kaladan's sudden piety. Kaladan left Momerath his Great Axe before he left for Fargus Woods.

Momerath also has a younger brother, Emerus, who is only a couple of years younger than him.

The family grew up on a quiet farm in Dinarak Meadow, where they lived simple lives. Tyrannicus had once been a high ranking officer of The Vermillion Army, but left it behind when he fell in love with Saphara, another officer in his corps. Emerus and Momerath often sparred in their free time, trying to one-up each other every time. They both revered their older brother and they wanted to impress him with their fighting prowess when he would eventually return. This sparring made them into exceptional fighters.

When the Prisma Rebellion rose and started to raid the nearby farms, both brothers joined The Vermillion Army to fight back the menace. The Red Army had trouble with fighting the rebellion on their own, so a coalition with the two other great clans was proposed.

### The First *War of the Scales* and the early days of The Chroma Reign

After the efforts from the coalition between red Clan Sera, green Clan Dormu and blue Clan Lygos stopped the advance of the Prisma Rebellion into their territories, the alliance was able to push back the rebellion after the tactical defeat of General Luburr at the Battle of Eitragg Plains. The rebels quickly dissipated after the death of their greatest strategist, and the threat of the Prisma quickly died down. For the first time in centuries the three major clans had united for a common cause, and the coalition evolved into the Chroma Dynasty after a wish for continuation of the alliance was raised by Wanedon of Clan Dormu. The clans were prosperous during the Chroma reign. The homelands gave many gifts without the skirmishes between the clans destroying the land. The War of the Scales had begun in the rise of the Prisma Rebellion and ended in its downfall – or so the Dragonborn thought.

### The *War of Tooth and Claw*

The orcs came en masse from what seemed like nowhere. They pillaged and occupied everything they came across. The Orc Centurions had tactics that made their formations almost unbreakable, and with it they were gaining ground fast. As a captain of the Chroma Vanguard, Momerath joined a small garrison in a last-ditch effort to stall the Orcs long enough so the citizens of Dormu Capitol could escape a massacre. The armies stared each other in the eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Any action would cause a lot of casualties and it was better for them to let the other army take the first move. Impatient with his sergeant’s indecisiveness, Momerath took his great axe and charged towards the orcs. Bellowing roars from deep within his stomach echoed through the valley, inspiring the other dragonborn to follow suit. Momerath clashed with the orc frontline and swung his axe so hard that a poor orc’s shield broke in splinters. The orcs became so surprised at the sudden charge, they were not able to bring the enraged dragonborn down before he collided with the centurions. For the first time in what was then called*The War of Tooth and Claw*, the Chroma breached through the Orc formations. The battle was one-sided. The dragonborn quickly made the orcs flee. The Chroma did not follow, instead rejoicing in the sudden increase of morale. From that day on, Momerath was a war hero, and became known as **Shieldbreaker**. It was the greatest honour so far in his life, and honour was important for a Sera. The clan valued that virtue above all else.

### The Betrayal of Clan Lygos and *The Onslaught*

The Chroma Vanguard pressed forward, gaining ground slowly and steadily back from the Orcs. As they began to push the Orcish horde back north to The Breach, the betrayal of Clan Lygos became apparent. The battle that would make for the decisive victory for the Chroma turned into a trap. The Lygosians had marched strategically in the back of the marching armies, and as the rest of the vanguard entered The Breach, they turned their weapons toward their dragonborn brethren. Lygos had conspired with their northern orcish neighours in a plot to draw the two other clans north to the border of Basiliria, so to deceive them into a trap. With nowhere to go and fronts on both sides to fight, the Onslaught was quick and brutal. The Vanguard was decimated within hours.

Only Wanedon’s regiment and a few hundred other troops were still alive. At this point they had been encircled by both the Orcish horde and the Lygos. Both sides were tired, so they just stood there in a standstill. The Sera that was still alive began to perform the Ka Khuleim – their ancient battle rite – knowing that their demise was imminent. “*Koshan! Koshan! Koshan!*”, they roared as their stamped their feet in unison with each bellow. *Die with glory*. With smoke flaring out of their nostrils, the Sera visibly made the orcs uneasy. The Ka Khuleim was legendary among fighters of the region, and the orcs had the wisdom to let up their attack. The Vermillion Army were the fiercest fighters of all Dragonborn, and even more dangerous when they knew they were already dead and had only one purpose left, chiefly to take down as many of their enemies they could.

Wanedon had the traditional calm of a green Dragonborn. He saw the orcs letting up and took the opportunity, he turned towards the Lygos and began to channel a spell to blind the traitors. With no other signal the rest of the Dragonborn charged towards the blue deserters, Shieldbreaker in front with his battle axe. As they stormed the Dormu joined the Ka Khuleim, they would all die in a blaze of magnificence. On impact a few of the Sera started to breath their fire. That, in conjunction with the blinding light summoned by Wanedon, made the surviving Chroma break through the traitors’ ranks. The frontline pressed through and when they inched closer to the back of the Lygos Army, they saw something that could only be described as a divine intervention. The Dire Wolves of Frost Peak had begun to attack the deserter’s backline, while only a small pack it was enough to create panic amongst their ranks. Many had joined the final charge, but few made it out. As Shieldbreaker made it to the Wolves, the blinding light evaporated. He turned around to see the rest of the Lygos retreating north, and the place where Wanedon once stood was now swarming with bluescaled traitors. He had died to save his men, so they could warn the rest of the land of the Sapphire threat. Strategically, the Lygos had left most of their army in their capitol, in the guise of that they would be sending them north with their fleet. The Lygos would surely be already marching towards the Dormu Capitol.

### The Second *War of the Scales* and the end of the Chroma

With most of the red and green armies decimated in the Onslaught, the Lygos had become the region’s militaristic super power. The blue clan conquered the Dormu Capitol within two weeks. Fortunately, word had reached them so the Dragonborn got the time to evacuate to the Sera Capitol. *The War of the Scales* was far from over. The Sera allied themselves with the region’s Gnomes, that lived off the island close to Sera Capitol. Trade allies for a long time, the Gnomes would also be threatened if Lygos continued with their warmongering. With the tinkering race’s technology and magic, a long and arduous campaign to defeat the Lygos began. The orcs defected the blue clan’s cause and returned north to Basiliria, as it seemed like they would threaten the orcs as well. The blue army may have been the largest, but they were not the best fighters or strategists. They had stretched out their forces in a too large of an area, so with the help of the Gnomes and Wolves, the Dragonborn slowly but steadily regained land. Dormu Capitol was retaken, and the vanguard moved into Lygos land.

After five years, the War of the Scales ended outside the Lygos Capitol with the unconditional surrender of the rest of the blue army. The region was in ruins, and a slow process of rebuilding began. The Lygos was heavily sanctioned by trade agreements, as to not restore their army. Even though they were once good allies, the Dragonborn continued in a tenuous pact of non-aggression. Both the Sera and Dormu had experienced heavy loses and they wanted to focus more on their own clan. The region entered a tense period, without the wisdom of Wanedon to lead them, the clans’ dynamic devolved into its old shape. The Golden Years of the Chroma Reign was over.

## Deception and Treason

In the years after the worst wars that Hydraria had ever seen, the region slowly rebuilt. The Gnomes of Nomus settled the city of Spritz near The Breach with the goal to mine and study the adjacent Blade Mountains, and grew productive relationships with both Dormu and Sera. All the clans signed a treaty to ensure that the region would never experience another war of the magnitude of either The War of the Scales, though the accord between the clans continued to be strained after the wars, especially towards the blue Lygos.

The Dragonborn set up a rampart in The Breach to defend against any new orcish invasions. Momerath garrisoned as the captain of the fortress, together with Gorbond, his friend from youth. With the help of the Gnomes, the defenses was set up relatively quick and with quality exceeding that of normal Dragonborn engineering. For a time, Hydraria experienced tranquility.

After some time in peace, murmurs began to spread that Majordomo Motu, the leader of the Sera, was aiming to retire. It was rumoured that Momerath Shieldbreaker was being eyed to be the successor of the Majordomo. He was a war hero and well liked among the people, so he had more than proved himself a worthy leader of the clan. However, Captain Tali'ek, a young Dragonborn who had served with Momerath in the Vermillion Army, was also seen as a strong contender for leadership of the Sera. Tali'ek despised Momerath, seeing him as weak for his Loveborne upbringing and as such unfit as Majordomo. He began to scheme against Momerath Shieldbreaker, to ensure that himself would become the leader of Sera.

The news made Momerath's stomach fall. A messenger from the Majordomo had just brought intelligence that the Gnomes conspired with the Lygos, and that they planned to invade the rest of Hydraria within the fortnight. The orders were clear, to take action againts Spritz as soon as possible. Momerath couldn't fathom the reality of it. He had grown fond of the little race and become close friends with Fiddle Kramerwood, a gnomish vendor in the town. How could they betray them?

He set out for Spritz with a small regiment, including Gorbond. It was not necessary for a captain to join an assignment like this, but being the honourable Dragonborn that he was, Momerath wanted to bear the burden with his fellow soldiers. They came to the town at dawn, and promptly swept through the city to execute the traitors. It pained Momerath to follow the orders, but he wanted to keep Hydraria safe from another war. When he came eye to eye with Fiddle his heart ached. Momerath raised his Great Axe and quickly beheaded the gnome. The look of confusion in Fiddle's face only made the act worse for Momerath, but he did not hesitate. He couldn't believe that his good friend had played him for a fool all along. After all the gnomes were slain, the Dragonborn laid their tiny bodies in a big pile and burned them all in one great funeral pyre. There were no celebration of victory, only solemn silence. The gnomes had not fought back, so it was hard to rejoice in what could only be described as a slaughter.

Back at the ramparts, Momerath sat crying in his chambers for the rest of the day. He finally decided to enter a drunken stupor in a weak attempt to fall asleep. He woke up the very next day to a throbbing headache, but the throbbing was not only in his head, it also came from an intense knock on his chamber door. Before Momerath could get properly out of his bed, the door slammed open and into the room barged a garrison of guards from Dinarakus. To his surprise, they quickly apprehended Momerath and relayed to him that he was charged for warmongering, and high treason against the clan and its honour.

Momerath was shipped to Dinarakus for his trail. Still unsure what he had done, Momerath suspected foul play. He was to have a public trail before not only the elders of clan Sera, but from Dormu and Lygos as well. Momerath explained the messenger from the Majordomo and the intelligence of the gnomes and Lygos' conspiracy, but the word from the capital was that they had never sent out an order for the conquest of Spritz, that Momerath was lying in an effort to try and save himself. The court called in the key witness, when he arrived Momerath was pleased to see that it was Gorbond. However, Gorbond did not recall the events as they had happened. He told the court that Momerath had orchestrated the sacking by his own volition, that he had expressed an intent to use Spritz as a staging point for further invasions towards the Dormu and the rural villages of Clan Sera, and that his end goal was to conquer all of Hydraria. With that disposition Momerath Shieldbreaker was found guilty of all charges, and sentenced to Rezje-itar and banishment from Hydraria. Should he return he would face the penalty of death. The attending crowd roared. The fallen war hero had met justice.

In his prison cell, before the day he would be escorted to The Breach, Momerath was visited by Tali'ek. He teased him, calling him Loveborne in a manner that would only be from contempt. Tali'ek explained his plot to dishonour Momerath, saying that a Rakkazha would never lead the Sera as long as he lived. Once he had gotten Gorbond on board with his scheme, everything fell into place. And now, Tali'ek would become Majordomo.

Before he was shipped up north, Momerath was visited by his brother Emerus and his parents. His mother was devasted, while his father and brother only looked at him with disappointment. Momerath explained that he was set-up by Tali'ek, that they needed to expose him and stop Tali'ek from becoming Majordomo. It seemed like they didn't believe him. As he was dragged away from his family and towards his transportation, Momerath just kept yelling for them to believe him.

Momerath Shieldbreaker reached The Breach after a week or so within the small confines of a prisoner transport. He was given a small bag of supplies, and as tradition he was given a weapon of his own choice to bring to the hostile and frozen lands of Basiliria. He chose the Great Axe that his older brother Kaladan had given to him all those years ago, before he went missing, which had served Momerath for over a decade as his trusted weapon. And with just that Momerath Clanless set out towards Basiliria.