Galather Nordove

Galather Nordove is an Alviri Elf working as an Aeonian Royal Knight and a Proffesor in the Academy of Azura Laptus teaching and training Combat and Sorcery to new and upcoming Alviri. He is Currently Residing in Lua. He is often reffered to as Stern within the general populace of Lua.

## **Biography**

### **Early Life**

Galather Nordove was born in a distant Nomadic Alviri Tribe that was situated upon the frozen peaks of a far away mountain range. His time with his family was very shortlived, the memories are now distant and clouded with emotion. It was tradition for parents to abandon children after the age of 100 until they return with a 'worthy' prey. What made the prey worthy was dependent on the family in question, for Galather, unfortunately Nordove was a leading family in the tribe meaning he would have to bring back the equivilent of a dragon scales - which is nothing short of impossible. This was due to his older brother - Folen Nordove - bringing back a golden flease that is said to bring longevity upon an already long life. This caused Galather to have to travel over large streches of land and water in search of a worthy trophy to please the tribes elders, it was this that caused the build up of resentment for his old ways later in life.

#### **The encounter**

It was like anyother day for the past 250 years, wings fully streched, cruising along at high altitudes whilst the eyes darting arround searching for anything worthy - at this point, even though he is easly cruising high enough to miss mountain peaks, his eyes are able to see the individual pine needles on trees. Then all of a sudden he caught a glimpse of something, causing him to halt mid-air and swoop down lower to get a clearer view of this. As he aproached, it was clear to him, he has found a group of elves that seem to be migrating down. Galather flew down even lower, which caused the group to be alerted, they all stopped on their track and drew their weapons. Galather flew a few meters infront of them and landed. He started to speak in Nordic Elven whilst everybody was very anxious and careful of him. He looked at each face, puzzled, except 1 hooded figure at the back. It was clear that no one spoke Nordic Elven. The hooded figure understood what he said and in broken Nordic he was able to communicate to Galather that no one knew Nordic, he has headed so far away from his own home that the language he spoke was useless. Over a series of communicating with the hooded figure using Nordic as well as signing Galather was able to introduce himself and find out where this group of 12 was going, as well as the name of the hooded figure - Venali Aelar. Galather requested to join them on their endevour to migrate to the thriving city of Lua, under the curiosity that it brought to Galather, reluctantly they agreed.

## **Life in Lua**

### **The arrival**

The journey took much longer than it would of if Galather just flew over there, but without any sense of direction he would easily get lost. Overall the 1 year journey was not wasted, overtime the group would get comfortable with him trusting him more and more and even started to teach him the common tongue. As they got closer he realised that the city of Lua is not like any other. The energy he felt was like no other, the senseless power that was held within seemed to be chaotic to him but contained, every inch of his body and instincts told him not to enter, to not proceed and yet he ignored it. 2 peaks of the same type of his own home, just much smaller with a giant gate in the middle, the entry into Lua, astonishing and terrifying at the same time. As they walked up towards the gate, the group was met with 4 guards in their way and 2 archers upon the gate all on edge. As they drew nearer, spears were extended - blocking the entry, bows drawn and swords unsheathed. One of the guards spoke up; another language that Galather did not recognise - he learned later it was Standard Elven. Venali Aelar started to talk to the guards in the common tongue, searches was done on their wagon and on the everybodies belongings. The entire group but Galather was let through within an hour, Galather was stopped and under a series of searches upon his wings and observations of his clothing, they were able to tell he was not of the kin that has ever showed up at these gates. They demanded of him to state his place of origin and any document to prove so, something that he did not have. Stunned, he was only able to respond that he is from the *Malthen Roval* (Golden wings) tribe from the north. The guards had to follow protocol and detain him. A sudden force force Galather to collapse with a crushing force pressing upon his chest, he was only able to look up and see that one of the guards was reciting something before passing out.

#### **Time spent detained**

Galather woke up in his confined cell, it was a cold small space, not big enough for him to stretch out his wings with no natural light, there was no knowing if it was day or night. as he looke arround he quickly realised that his feet were chained to the floor as well as having braclets on his arms. After he got used to his surroundings a person showed up at his cells, infront of the bars with a guard beside him. Towering over Galather who had no option but to be slumped on the floor, the figure started to ask questions in Standard Elven, again Galather had no way to answer, so he started to speak in Common tongue. The man just shook his head, and started speaking again, this time Galather tried to respond in Nordic Elven and the man was caught off guard, suprised that another person was able to speak Nordic. The interrogation was short and straight to the point a series of questions and answers were exchanged until the man spun on his heels 90 degrees and walked off.

### **The Military Pardon**

Time passed, a person doesnt know what thoughts are until they are forced to think them, Galather was trying to keep himself busy to not go insane from the lack of sunlight, lack of food (note: he was not starved, but fed infrequently, just enough to keep him alive) and lack of any interaction with anybody. His ears became more and more sensitive in there, he could hear droplets of water come from the stone ceiling from 3 cells down from him, he could hear the shuffling of his neighbours, the groaning of pain of people from another hallway. It alerted him to the footsteps coming closer. After a while 6 guards approached his cell, opened the door and unchained him. They told him that he was summoned by the Aeonian Royal Knights. It took Galather a second to relearn how to stand up straight and walk before he was taken out and lead to the Royal Knights. Galather took in the beauty of Lua, the city that he travelled to but never got to see, it waas absolutely breathtaking, especially that Galather has never seen a solid structure before. He was taken into a large building where 6 men sat arround a table. After explaining to Galather why he was called up, how long he was detained and any other information that Galather was interested in, he was given 2 options: join the Army or be exectuted.

## **Serving the nation**

### **His starting Position**

At this point, Galather was still young at the age of 500, his coordination would not reach its peak for a while yet but in the city of Lua, there was a great shortage of Alviri's, they were seen as highly valued by both the Army and The Pale Watch due to their wide range of capabilities, they are often seen as a powerful subspecies that are a jack of all trades but a master of none. At this point, there was very little training that he had done, apart from killing animals for food, magic was unknown to Galather, his enhanced vision and hearing was the only thing going for him and from what he knew, war was approaching, and it was approaching fast.

### **Second War Against the Dark Decree**

6 months. 6 months of preparation is all the time he got. 6 months to get to learn magic, to learn combat, to learn aerial combat, to get into the physical fitness fit for war. A huge feat for a small amount of time, possible but not plausible. 3 months. 3 months flew past Galather like nothing, learning magic was dropped, fitness nowhere near enough, combat that of a novice and yet his instincts kick in each time, a knack of combat gifted upon him from birth Aerial combat he excelled at, beating other alviri Kights in duels, even when they used magic, the raw talent was sought after by both the Army and Pale Watch, he caught the attention of the Aeonian Knights for the second time within a year. The day of the battle, as he was assigned under the second Alviri Battalion as the youngest Alviri to ever fight for the Luan Army. It commenced, first the battle on the ground, the Battalion told to hold still, the Dark Decree's alviri's flew out, so the Luans responded, 1st battalion. Hold. Bodies drop from each side. Hold. Second wave come out. Hold. The DD gains aerial supremacy. Hold. He could not hold no longer. The first battalion of Luan alviri's dwindled down from 50 to a mear 5 which retreated. Out-numbered 150 to 1, Galather went against the orders of the Kight leading the Battalion, a crime punishable by death if you do not die beforehand. Galather's arsenal of weapons consists of a spear and 2 daggers, charging on with the wind blowing for his favour, the first victim had no chance to dodge or deflect, the shear speed that Galather reached was unheard of, the spear pierced right through the ribcage, and straight through his left wing. Galather imediately pulled out the spear and the body fell, he turns his head arround to see 10 alviri's rushing his way.