Feluche Jurassien

## History

Born under the 8th Knight of the Grand Paladin Order Rukvuld Ornadis' family, Feluche was raised within the Jurassien Vassal Family to assist the Paladins and Clerics. The Jurassien family offered to be Vassals to the Rukvuld Family to specifically raise Squires and assistants. Unlike some of his brothers and sisters, he was very faithful to The Light and did not hate what his future would be. He wholeheartedly wanted to help and spread goodness in the Realm. Feluche's normal daily routine would involve learning some light combat training, armour maintenance, reading through the history of the Grand Paladin Order and their doctrines, and then some light prayer. This is all so he could become a Squire that any Paladin or Cleric would want to have by their side, just like Feluche's older siblings before him. They would devote their all to assist the GPO and The Light. For Feluche, his chance to serve would come sooner than he expected as a small troupe of Paladins would visit the Jurassien family soon after he turned a proper age to be indoctrinated.

When the Paladin Troupe visited, all of Feluche's similar-aged siblings and himself lined up in the training grounds hoping to be selected. Feluche's father Klayter Jurrasien put in a good word specifically for him, allowing him to be the focus of a couple Paladins. These two Paladins individually interviewed Feluche, testing his knowledge of The Order and his skills maintaining armour while also keeping notice of his other light skills that would be needed to serve them. One Paladin in particular, Fulkan Ornadis was very pleased by Feluche's performance and directly selected him to be his Squire moving forward. Feluche was overjoyed and thanked Fulkan passionately and swore to always aid and protect him to the best of his ability.

Unfortunately for Feluche and Fulkan, the time in which they would serve The Grand Paladin Order would be fraught with an enemy of life itself. The Order had found a new threat to the Realm, known as the Ageless. Those once living and now the epitome of undeath. They spread like a virus using Dark Magic rituals and their Ageless breath to turn those once living into their own. Now back to Feluche and Fulkan; Feluche swore into The Order and afterwards Fulkan explained to him the current state of affairs and what would be expected out of him. After a short briefing, Rukvuld Ornadis visited the barracks to inform the platoon that they would be deployed in an area where there is suspected Ageless activity and citizens being turned undead. The platoon would set off in the morning, so after Feluche was led to his bunk, everyone went to bed for the night. Even before light graced the Realm, everyone in the platoon was up and they travelled to their designated location. Once in the area of suspicion, a mid-sized town where the platoon's point of contact would be the Mayor the platoon touched base with the Mayor and shortly after began trying to find traces of Dark Magic. Very quickly they tracked small traces of Dark Magic to a run down tavern in a slightly more poor part of the town. After setting up a simple attack plan, two Paladins stayed at the exit to the tavern while everyone else but the Squires entered with weapons and spells at the ready. Feluche standing outside heard sounds of battle coming from the interior until it slowly calmed down to an eerie lull. Shortly after, the Paladins that had barged inside came out with slight scuffs on their armour but no major injuries. Fulkan told the Sunclerics within the platoon to cleanse the interior of any Dark Magic left, and then had Feluche remove his armour to service it. Feluche deftly removed Fulkan's armour and quickly got to work as shining light leaked out of the interior of the tavern.

The platoon couldn't find any more traces of the Ageless and with their objective completed they thanked the mayor for his cooperation and set off for The Order to report their success. The platoon would take on many similar missions in the coming years. Feluche would become very familiar with the Ageless threat and prove himself a valuable asset to his leading Paladin's platoon. Through the hundreds of missions that the platoon had completed, there was only one fatality. With an excellent battle record, the platoon would then be sent on their most vital mission yet. They would be sent to a part of a larger battlefield where there was an ongoing battle with the Ageless and their spiders. The platoon set out with confidence, but the paladins, clerics, and squires that set out that day would never return back to The Order. Upon arriving to the battlefield they would be overrun by Ageless and their spiders, spreading death fog among their ranks and either killing...or turning those within.

Feluche didn't know when he regained consciousness or how long it had been since he last thought. But when he finally took in his surroundings he looked around in shock as he saw his platoon's lifeless bodies around him. The first thing he realized, was that he couldn't move. A paladin's body was on top of him, maybe that's how he survived. Is what he thought, until he noticed that his hands had no flesh remaining. And then he realized that nowhere on his body had flesh remaining. Not sure if it was the shock he had already experienced, or just the absurdity of the situation but Feluche pushed off the paladin's body and stood up. If there had been anyone nearby, they would have seen something truly shocking as a skeletal frame rose up from a scorched battlefield with nothing but dead bodies. Wearing nothin but the tattered remains of his armour, Feluche began frantically searching for Fulkan. Until he realized that he couldn't find Fulkan's body, Feluche would be able to tell due to the special insignia that he had engraved himself into Fulkan's armour. Then, Feluche noticed something moving just outside of his vision towards the edge of the battlefield. If he still had eyes, they would of been as wide as possible because when he focused harder...there was no debating that Fulkan had been turned Ageless as well. Teetering back and forth but still standing there was Fulkan, ageless, but still donning his paladin armour.

The two drew closer to each other, taking a moment to figure out how to speak with their new bodies. Feluche spoke first, in an unnatural sounding version of his regular voice at first until finally settling into the right tone, "Fulkan..what are we to do now? If we return to The Order, our fate will be one that we ourselves dealt to so many ageless before." Fulkan, also stumbling to speak at first replied, "My dear squire, I'm sorry for what has been done to you. I can barely manage to wrap my head around this myself but the fact that we are still alive, even in this form means Ouro'ras still has a plan for us. We cannot end here, though my life was dedicated to peace within the Realm perhaps it's time for us to find our own peace." Feluche thought for awhile, seemingly staring somewhere else until finally speaking up, "Fulkan perhaps you are right. We must find our own way, together. Lets bury our friends so that they may find peace too and then lets figure out what to do properly." Fulkan just nodded and they found a couple spades sitting off to the side in a worn down supplies bag.

After burying the rest of the platoon and saying their prayers to Ouro'ras, the two came to agreement that they knew too little about how to live as Ageless. They knew that the Ageless that they had encountered throughout their missions would sometimes look just like a normal being but they knew not how. So their first plan was to find a non-radical group of Ageless and learn how to survive. And that they did, stumbling upon what seemed to be a group of merchants as the two were making their way through a strip of forest next to a dirt road. The two could sense that the merchants were just like them, undeath walking. The merchants seemed to also notice them, as the entire group halted and looked over as Feluche and Fulkan made their way out of the tree line. One merchant stepped forward and said, "You two must be newly turned, come I'm sure you have much to ask. We can take you somewhere safe and protect you." As the merchant beckoned them to enter the carriage carrying goods, the two stepped with skeletal bodies forward as they climbed into the carriage. The two sat in silence for the entire trip until a loud -BANG- hit the back of the carriage as the merchant they had spoken to opened up the latch to let them out. Once the two stepped out, they looked around noticed they were in what looked to be a small village surrounded by nothing but longstanding thick trees. But alas, to Feluche and Fulkan these trees may just be their only safe haven now.

Time wasn't kept track of within the ageless village that everyone seemed to just call Dead End, maybe just as a joke but it stuck. Feluche and Fulkan only bothered with it for a few months at first but finally accepted they wouldn't need to know anyway. They suspected it could be anywhere from ten to a hundred years since they arrived. They had learned how to conjure magical flesh and blood upon themselves long ago and preferred to walk around actually looking like themselves, although not every Ageless could bear their prior form, deciding to instead just show their skeletal frame as they went to and fro. Fulkan had taken up many roles within Dead End, just helping wherever he could while Feluche had at first done the same until he began speaking with one of the longer-turned Ageless, Klament as he was called. One that practiced a longer forgotten study of magic, Necromancy. Feluche was patching the Klament's shirt one day when the older ageless began speaking, "Feluche you seem to have talent in Necromancy. Your aura shows me the truth, your aura of death is the strongest that I have ever seen. Even stronger than mine. Perhaps, would you like to learn more about undeath?" Feluche figured at the very least, it wouldn't hurt to pass the time with a new hobby. That was until he noticed he was very VERY talented with the art of Necromancy and darker magics. Slowly but surely, Feluche became enamored by the long-forgotten study of undeath and it consumed his every hour. Hoping to reach a higher point, hoping to understand more about the Ageless curse.

Much time passed just like that, as Feluche grew stronger in undeath than he had in life. Fulkan eventually became the pseudo skeleton in charge of Dead End and would stop by from time to time as Feluche perfected his craft. That was until one visit Feluche asked to go on a venture outside of the village. It wouldn't be the first time Feluche had left since he became comfortable with donning magic flesh and blood, so Fulkan agreed and wished him safe travels. But what Fulkan didn't know is that Feluche would be travelling to where they had both been turned. The scorched battlefield where grass would not grow anymore, nor anyone visited in fear of curses or death. Feluche all these years could still not forget his old platoon, even if their faces waned in his memory he would still remember their names and the way they talked. So Feluche would raise their bodies once more, though their souls may be somewhere unknown, their bodies could still carry on like the paladins would of wished. Albeit in a new form, they would still serve to bring peace among the Realm. Feluche casted his spells on the old platoon's graves and watched as skeletons rose from the soil, walking and standing in front of him. "My brothers in arms, you will once more be the harbingers of peace upon the Realm. No longer will you rot here, do not worry my brothers and sisters as we will never be separated again." Feluche then chanted another spell as their bones floated into a pouch he had on his side. He then walked away, not looking back. This place was just a stepping stone and now he could begin bringing peace and saving those in need.

That's exactly what Feluche did. He never returned to Dead End, everything before was in the past. Nobody knew exactly when it started, but a legend was born of a kobold who sought out danger and wielded strange necromantic powers to help those in need. At first people of the Realm were not so sure about someone running around raising the dead, but they soon realized the Kobold only meant well and that he was actually making a difference whenever a new story was told about how he had slain a beast terrorizing a village or saved captives from bandits. Eventually though, these stories slowly stopped sprouting up. The Kobold who wielded the powers of undeath had slowly just became a story told by bards in taverns and older folk entertaining their grandchildren. This is because Feluche Jurassien realized that a single person could not take on the entire Realm, and so he had made his way to The Ancient Magnus Council. The most esteemed and sophisticated group of mages and magical being alike within the known Realm.

**Feluche Jurassien, The Pillar of Undeath.**

A title befitting his powers, and one that demanded respect among the apprentices. Not many held the talent to become a mage who commanded undeath and bent it to their will, but there were a few throughout the ages. These would be Feluche's apprentices, those he instructed to always be kind and look out for the common folk. Feluche himself spent his time researching the Ageless curse and more ways to gain stronger control over undeath. He would give out tasks to his apprentices to help out those within the Realm, and reward them with further knowledge or remains of strong beasts. The Necromancy wing was small, but by no means lesser known. Most would not venture into the halls as there was always a feeling of being watched when you went there. Feluche was the first known Necromancer within the Ancient Magnus Council and had garnered respect for the school of magic himself before those with talent in the arts of undeath even began being found. Few knew that Feluche was ageless but he never hid the fact, and was open to those who had questions regarding his condition. Those who had interactions with Feluche would find he was nothing like what they had in mind a Necromancer would act like. Feluche was very kind and always positive. He would even help newer Pillars get situated, or new apprentices find their way.

## Relationships

* His sworn brother, Fulkan Ornadis.
* His master in Necromancy, Klament
* His first apprentice, Allister
* His second apprentice, Edward
* His newest and third apprentice, Thurlid

## Character Inventory

* Class / Bone General
* Cornerstone / Squire
* Attribute / Pious

Passives* Class Passive / Medal of Horror
* Class Passive / NecroMedic
* Supplies / Photographic Memory
* Supplies / Passed Down Skill

Abilities* Class / Command the Dead
* Class / Death from Above
* Class / Napalm Scythe
* Class / Tear Gas
* Class / Conquer
* Class / Breakthrough
* Roleplay Spell / Spell of Sodium

Former*
* Small Armor / Elegant Garments
* Weapon / Mage Hands

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