Arelon Taurón

## Arelon the Dreadful † (?)

Modern Depiction of Arelon as the New King of Tintor, throned by the sea's will, Valantian Style

## Description

### Affiliation

Kingdom of Tintor, Kingdom of Aszura (Formerly)

###### **Arelon Taurón: The lord of Tintor by the sea's will**

In the midst of the Age of Champions, during an era when legends were born, one man's name would etch itself indelibly into the core memories of the peoples of the Hispadian Peninsula. His name was Arelon Taurón, the founder of the **Taurón** royal family, a name destined to resonate through time as a symbol of ruthless valor and silent ambition.

'A dread shark set against stormy and ominous seas in the Squalo sea' The Coat of Arms of the Taurón Lineage.

'Young Arelon Taurón during the Scourge of the Tintor Necromancers' depiction from the later ages of the Age of Champions.

'Arelon's decimation of the necromancer threat, at the jaws of the Cliffs of Tintor' Later Age of Champions Depiction.

'Necromancer's end'

Very little is known about Arelon's early years, some say he was a **Baleran** Noble others say he was a bastard of the Aszuran King, and some say he was born of the deep sea itself and brought ashore by the ocean, whatever it is, legends tell that sometime before the Events at **Tintor**, Arelon was betrayed by a close friend, enraged, he departed from **Aszura**. then his journey began. in the southern reaches of the Kingdom of Aszura, a land where dark and malevolent forces had insidiously taken root. Legends spoke of an ominous order of necromancers, sorcerers of death and decay, whose dark arts granted them a kind of immortality. These vile sorcerers were believed to be impossible to defeat, for no matter how many times they were struck down, they would inevitably rise again, their malevolence unchecked and their powers unbroken.

'The Aszuran Southern Fleet Sails to end the Rebellion in Tintor'

'The End of the Aszuran Armada at the Squallo Coast' Modern Valantian Painting

Arelon's plan was as audacious as it was brutal. He embarked on a perilous journey to the near cliffs of the young city of Tintor, where the necromancers held unchallenged. With savage fury, he confronted them, wielding his bloody dual saw blades with a fierce determination that bordered on the fanatical. These relentless battles extinguished the lives of the necromancers, but Arelon understood that mere victory was not enough to break the cycle of their malevolence.

With unparalleled audacity, he devised a macabre solution. After each necromancer was vanquished, Arelon personally tossed their lifeless bodies into the unforgiving Esqualo Coast, where Tintor was nestled. The legends spoke of a multitude of necromancers who met their final rest in the gnashing jaws of dread sharks, drawn by the tantalizing scent of death and the lingering taint of dark magic. The Dark Beaches of Tintor ran red with the blood of the malevolent, and the infamous necromantic order was no more.

The accounts of what followed are shrouded in the mists of history, where legend and reality converge. Some stories whispered that the people of Tintor, recognizing Arelon's indomitable spirit and prowess, voluntarily dethroned their existing rulers. They crowned Arelon as their new leader, a testament to his unyielding prowess in vanquishing the necromancers. In contrast, other historical narratives suggested that Arelon spearheaded a rebellion in Tintor immediately following the defeat of the necromancers, taking control of the city as its ruler. The records, thus, remain cloaked in ambiguity, and truth might be a matter of perspective.

Regardless of the precise sequence of events, one thing remains indisputable: Arelon's dominion over Tintor marked a transformative chapter in the city's tumultuous history. However, it also drew the ire of the Aszuran monarchy, which dispatched a formidable fleet to reestablish control over the wayward city as Aszura perceived Arelon's intentions as a direct challenge to their sovereignty and leadership in the Region. Tensions escalated, and the drums of war began to beat, heralding a relentless and grueling conflict.

As the Aszuran warships closed in on Tintor's coastal waters, they confronted an unforeseen and formidable obstacle. The Esqualo Coast, once the stage for Arelon's grim ritual, had become the dominion of dread sharks of immense proportions, some rivaling the Aszuran warships themselves in sheer size and ferocity.

These colossal predators, driven by inscrutable motives, laid waste to the Aszuran fleet. The denizens of the deep, their eyes like black pits of the abyss, descended upon the ships in a savage feeding frenzy. The wrath of these dread sharks, some said, was an endorsement of Arelon, recognizing him as their protector and provider. Others dismissed such claims, insisting that the motives of these enigmatic sea creatures would forever elude human understanding.

The Hundred-Year War was not just a protracted conflict for the Aszuran Peoples; it was an era, an epoch of perpetual strife that wore on for generations. Battlefields were soaked in the blood of countless warriors, and the cries of the fallen echoed across the land.

Aszura, with its elite **Iron Guard** clashed fiercely with Arelon's new founded 'Squalo Knights' , fiercely loyal defenders, marked by their ruthless savagery in combat. Both sides endured relentless combat, their soldiers locked in an endless dance of life and death.

As the war dragged on, the vast landscapes between Aszura and Tintor transformed into a grim theater. The battles were punctuated by vast trenches, pits,scorched earth, and fortresses scarred by siege after siege. The determination of both sides became evident in their refusal to yield, turning the Hundred-Year War into a war of attrition.

the Old King of Aszura, wise and shrewd, refused to meet Arelon in battle. He held his forces back, adopting tactics of patience and caution that confounded Arelon's relentless aggression. Suspicion shrouded the old king's demise, leaving the throne of Aszura vacant. In a surprising twist of fate, the Aszuran nobles elected a new ruler, a fiery and determined princess named Alenia Belara.

In the 17th year of the relentless war, shortly after her crowning Alenia Belara, fiery as the stormy skies of her kingdom, sought to end the conflict that had ravaged the lands. She was no ordinary ruler; she was a warrior, fierce and unyielding. A duel between the rulers of Tintor and Aszura became inevitable, amidst the dust and blood-soaked fields of battle, Alenia and Arelon met. The clash of their weapons echoed like thunder, their determination like wildfire. They fought until their swords shattered, yet their spirits remained unbroken. With their bare hands, they continued the battle, an embodiment of the unrelenting will of their respective kingdoms

Accounts of the infamous duel remain shrouded in ambiguity to this day. The most widespread account asserts that Alenia Belara emerged victorious, her indomitable spirit prevailing over Arelón's. However, his loyal Squallo Knights intervened before Alenia could deal the final blow, extracting his ruler from the battlefield to Tintor.

But some Whisper a different story. They suggest that Arelon Taurón could have ended the Baleran Queen, but upon witnessing the sheer armies of Aszura arriving to reinforce her, he had an epiphany. Even if he defeated Alenia, victory would remain elusive. She wasn't worthy of death; she wasn't a true Baleran Warrior. In a surprising turn of events, Arelon chose to retreat to Tintor, where he would devote himself to finding a way to break the enduring might of Aszura.

Whatever happaned after their duel, Arelón spent each passing day on Tintor researching and making experiments. In the deep dungeons of Tintor, Arelón, using unknown powers created the monstrous Dread Squalos, a fusion of sharks and humans, as shock troops of unimaginable might. He too refined the weapons and armor of the standard Squalos, and he managed to mysteriously fully control the pack of dread sharks that roamed the Squalo Coast and had them in their command.

But spurred by his unrelenting ambition and near victory which each project and investigation, he undertook an arduous journey. He set sail across the western seas, in search of an elusive source of strength that he tought would end the war once and for all. As the annals of history reveal, Arelon never returned from his voyage. Whether he perished in the ominous and stormy seas of the western oceans or succumbed to the mysteries of the world, his fate remains unknown.

In the heart of the Peoples of Tintor, a rumour and belief emerged. Arelon Taurón, whispered to be a divine descendant of the ancient gods as the Baleran were, carried the hope of returning from his journey, with all the unstoppable might of the oceans and seas to strike down Aszura once and for all. Was this belief a Mere fantasy of a defeated people, or a lifeline of hope in their struggle? Scholars still argue.