Mercenaries
NonEleBowRanger1
“Even a lawless land needs rules. Even anarchy requires order.” - Kylian Cyaxan
NonEleBowRanger2
As Cyaxan’s criminal empire grew, so too did its need for enforcers. The Trarthan militia was its answer.
NonEleBowRanger3
Order came later. At first, the Trarthan militia was little more than muscle - sold to the highest house, and drunk on its coin.
NonEleBowRanger4
The Trarthan militia delivers justice swiftly - usually before a crime is even committed.
NonEleBowRanger5
“The militia don’t keep the peace. They keep Trarthus profitable.”
NonEleBowRanger6
“They weren’t just enforcers. They were reminders - of who ruled Korathin’s gutters, and what disobedience cost.”
NonEleBowRanger7
For a time, the militia had the slums on lockdown. Then Cyaxan flooded them with gems - and the streets ran red with blood.
NonEleBowRanger8
Of all Kylian Cyaxan’s sins, virtue gems were the most costly. Blinded by greed, he never foresaw the chaos they’d unleash.
NonEleBowRanger9
Kylian Cyaxan demanded a swift response to the chaos in the streets. The militia answered - virtue gems in hand.
NonEleBowRanger10
The militia met fire with fire - gems for gems, blood for blood.
NonEleBowRanger11
With gems came power - and with power came fewer survivors of the militia’s ‘justice’.
NonEleBowRanger12
“They called it peace when the killing slowed. Not justice - just fewer people left to fight back… and even fewer who would dare.”
NonEleBowRangerNoble1
{0} Cyaxan once kept order in Korathin’s worst quarter. Now she keeps trophies instead.
NonEleBowRangerNoble2
{0} was born of Cyaxan stock, raised on slum smoke and discipline.
NonEleBowRangerNoble3
{0} Cyaxan: a name once feared across the Trarthan militia ranks - feared even more now she’s off the leash.
NonEleBowRangerNoble4
Trarthus was barren after the Vaal Cataclysm… until the Empire began exiling their unwanted to its bleak shores.
NonEleBowRangerNoble5
“Our ancestors were exiled so that the Eternal Empire could have its thousand-year peace. I don’t give a damn about Wraeclast.”
EleBowRanger1
Gems from Trarthus have their own trademarks. Like the populace, they are more brutal.
EleBowRanger2
Keitan slaves built the walls of Korathin. Kylian Cyaxan filled them with vice before the mortar had dried.
EleBowRanger3
Cyaxan brothels bore no name. But those who entered often forget their own.
EleBowRanger4
First came desire. Then came dependency. Cyaxan offered both - by design.
EleBowRanger5
The courtesans were Cyaxan’s first pushers. Pleasure and powder ensured each customer returned - shaking a little more each time.
EleBowRanger6
Most were addicted before they even knew it - such was the potency of Cyaxan’s blend.
EleBowRanger7
“In the early days, the drug trade was shared. Then Cyaxan made sharing… unprofitable.”
EleBowRanger8
When even dependency began to dull, Kylian Cyaxan sought something stronger - ‘virtue’ in crystalline form.
EleBowRanger9
While most wielded gems for violence, Kylian Cyaxan saw in them something far more sordid.
EleBowRanger10
The first gem-lit flesh in Trarthus didn’t belong to a warrior. It belonged to a courtesan.
EleBowRanger12
Some gems enhanced sensation. Others suppressed it - turning bodies into tools of compliance.
EleBowRanger13
What began as pleasure became ritual. What began as choice became conditioning.
EleBowRanger14
“Kylian Cyaxan is long dead - as are many of his customers. But the thing about that kind of customer? They replenish themselves.”
EleBowRanger16
“Brick and stone may hold a city… but pleasure holds a people.” - Kylian Cyaxan
EleBowRangerNoble1
{0} Cyaxan knew every back alley in Korathin - especially the ones that glittered.
EleBowRangerNoble2
The gems are socketed deep. {0} Cyaxan’s need, deeper still.
EleBowRangerNoble3
If it glints, {0} Cyaxan follows. If it runs, she chases.
EleBowRangerNoble4
“As decaying Empires are wont to do, the use of exile as a punishment gradually became more common over the centuries…”
EleBowRangerNoble5
The Eternal Empire eventually made their greatest mistake: they exiled a simple farmer to Trarthus.
MeleeAOEMarauder1
In Korathin’s slave pits, Keita found its fortune. Death made for eager audiences.
MeleeAOEMarauder2
Keitan slaves raised the walls of Korathin. Their blood still clings to the mortar.
MeleeAOEMarauder3
House Keita did not always command such fear. It was their crushing of the rebellion that made them a force to be reckoned with.
MeleeAOEMarauder4
The slave rebellion began with a whisper. A promise of freedom passed from throat to throat, louder each time.
MeleeAOEMarauder5
One night, the chains fell silent. The next, they snapped. Keitans awoke to fire in their camps and blood on their floors.
MeleeAOEMarauder6
It took just three days. Three days for Keita to crush the dissidents, reforge the chains, and fill the pits with corpses.
MeleeAOEMarauder7
Keita left the rebels hanging, stripped and nameless. Not as martyrs - just meat, gone to waste.
MeleeAOEMarauder8
After the revolt, Ixan Keita declared the slaves must be reminded of their place. Thus began the Trarthan slave pits.
MeleeAOEMarauder9
From the ashes of rebellion came the slave pit - dug to remind the living what happened to those who sought freedom.
MeleeAOEMarauder10
The slave pits are a reflection of Trarthan society: brutal, bloodthirsty, and swift to punish mistakes.
MeleeAOEMarauder11
Keita doesn’t fear uprisings anymore. Every lash, every cage, every pit - lessons carved in flesh.
MeleeAOEMarauder13
“In Trarthus, freedom is earned, not given.”
MeleeAOEMarauderNoble1
“The lucky ones die early. The rest learn to live with it.”
MeleeAOEMarauderNoble2
Fighting in chains taught {0} everything he needed - including how to break them.
MeleeAOEMarauderNoble3
Inside Trarthus or out, slave or slaver - none bred more enemies than House Keita.
MeleeAOEMarauderNoble4
The Trarthans paid back their debt to the Karui, aiding them when it was their turn to battle the Empire.
MeleeAOEMarauderNoble5
When Tyndarus Phrecius tried to resupply his occupying legions on Trarthus, the Karui blockaded the Archipelago.
MeleeStrikesMarauder1
Trarthan slavers are despicable - and indispensable.
MeleeStrikesMarauder2
Of all the Trarthan Death Trades, none strip the soul quite like slavery - brutal in both intent and execution.
MeleeStrikesMarauder15
Trarthus was built on the backs of slaves, whose labour shaped much of its infrastructure. At the whip-hand stood House Keita.
MeleeStrikesMarauder4
Cruel even by Trarthan standards, House Keita’s blend of brutality and efficiency made them ideal architects of the slave trade.
MeleeStrikesMarauder5
In their prime, Keita built more than cities - they built leverage. For a time, no House dared challenge their hold on Trarthus.
MeleeStrikesMarauder6
Ixan Keita helped build Trarthus - and nearly ruled it. But power begets ambition, and ambition always demands more.
MeleeStrikesMarauder7
The ambition of Ixan Keita was his undoing. His bid for power sparked war with Bardiya - a war Keita could not win.
MeleeStrikesMarauder8
Keita held the chains. Bardiya cut the purse strings. Trarthus watched as labour lost to leverage - and coin won the war.
MeleeStrikesMarauder9
Keita swore fealty to the Council with a clenched jaw. Better a seat at the table than exile from the game entirely.
MeleeStrikesMarauder10
Though the Keita of today is still a House of influence, Bardiya remembers their treachery - and limits their power accordingly.
MeleeStrikesMarauder12
“House Keita wrote the bloody book on cruelty. Think of the worst bastard you know - either they’re a Keitan, or a poor imitation.”
MeleeStrikesMarauder13
“The Merchant Council’s a leash on House Keita - and the irony ain’t lost on ‘em. Still, better leashed than buried.”
MeleeStrikesMarauder14
“Pain is the language of obedience.” - Ixan Keita
MeleeStrikesMarauderNoble1
{0} Keita built his name in the slave pits of Korathin - and built his fortune on the backs beneath him.
MeleeStrikesMarauderNoble2
Slaves obeyed. Rivals bled. The rest learned to stay out of {0} Keita’s way.
MeleeStrikesMarauderNoble3
The pits made killers of men… and monsters of those who ran them.
MeleeStrikesMarauderNoble4
For centuries, ash from Karui volcanoes rode the wind to Trarthus. It turned slaves into the continent’s finest tools.
MeleeStrikesMarauderNoble5
“Slavery began on Trarthus when a simple farmer offered to serve and grow food in exchange for his life. Pathetic… but profitable.”
ElementalWitch1
Thaumaturgy in Trarthus is like smoke in the lungs - unpleasant, expected, and always present.
ElementalWitch2
Before vice, before gems, before brothels and powder - Cyaxan dealt in spices, cloth and coin.
ElementalWitch3
“They all started legitimate - even Cyaxan. But virtue doesn’t buy power. Vice does.”
ElementalWitch4
Cyaxan didn’t need blades. They had margins - and the power that comes from knowing what everyone else wanted.
ElementalWitch5
In time, margins thinned. Rivals grew bolder. So Cyaxan found new markets - darker ones.
ElementalWitch6
Cyaxan didn’t set out to rule the underworld. Only to survive it. Then survival turned to opportunity.
ElementalWitch7
Kylian Cyaxan’s ascent to lord of the Trarthan underworld was not without obstacles. The first arose within his own house.
ElementalWitch8
Kylian’s first victim wasn’t a member of a rival House - it was family. From then on, betrayal became tradition.
ElementalWitch9
Kylian Cyaxan never raised his voice. Just his glass. The rest of the table never stood again.
ElementalWitch10
With rivals dead or disgraced, Kylian moved fast - consolidating power, ensuring no Cyaxan could rise as he had.
ElementalWitch11
Kylian never trusted alliances. He preferred leverage. Internally, that meant secrets. Externally, sabotage.
ElementalWitch13
“When dining with a Cyaxan, bring an appetite - and an antidote.”
ElementalWitch14
Cyaxan rarely availed themselves of House Azadi’s services. They preferred less… bloody methods.
ElementalWitchNoble1
It wasn’t people {0} Cyaxan loathed, but the frailties they wore so proudly: need, artifice, expectation.
ElementalWitchNoble2
Cold, restrained, detached - anathema to Cyaxan ideals. But death has many forms, and {0} excelled in hers.
ElementalWitchNoble3
{0} Cyaxan despised mess - of thought, of feeling, of flesh.
ElementalWitchNoble4
“Emperor Tyndarus Phrecius was a fool who let a wasteland full of exiles defy the Empire.”
ElementalWitchNoble5
“Trarthus lives on, long after the dying husk of its parent Empire has become nothing but a memory.”
ChaosMinionWitch1
In the early days of Trarthus, each House kept to its corner. Peace held - not through trust, but through distance.
ChaosMinionWitch2
As each House drifted from legitimacy to vice, conflict was inevitable. Kylian Cyaxan made sure of it.
ChaosMinionWitch3
“They say Kylian Cyaxan was once an upstanding merchant. But then, they say a lot of things.”
ChaosMinionWitch4
“To play both sides well is to leave no fingerprints - only consequences.” - Kylian Cyaxan
ChaosMinionWitch5
History blames Bardiya and Keita for the Merchant Wars. Fewer recall that Cyaxan was whispering in both ears all along.
ChaosMinionWitch6
As Bardiya and Keita went to war, Kylian Cyaxan stayed neutral - by selling secrets to both sides.
ChaosMinionWitch7
“A Cyaxan will stir the pot, watch it boil, then let others burn their hands - all while they slip out the back door.”
ChaosMinionWitch8
“There’s coin in war… so long as you’re not the one fighting it.” - Kylian Cyaxan
ChaosMinionWitch9
The Merchant Wars began with tariffs and treaties. They ended with fire, famine, and grudges that would last a lifetime.
ChaosMinionWitch10
When all was said and done, the Merchant Wars had made fortunes for the few - and graves for the many.
ChaosMinionWitch11
Cyaxan may have lit the fire. But when bodies piled high and profits ran dry, even Kylian sought peace.
ChaosMinionWitch12
The end of the Merchant Wars came not from diplomacy, but depletion. The Houses didn’t shake hands - they paused to reload.
ChaosMinionWitch13
No House admits to starting the Merchant Wars. But every House claims to have won them.
ChaosMinionWitchNoble1
Some Cyaxans peddled pleasure, others poison. {0} Cyaxan peddled death.
ChaosMinionWitchNoble2
Even {0}‘s fellow Cyaxans questioned her methods. But never their efficacy.
ChaosMinionWitchNoble3
Few in Trarthus kill with curses or corpses. But those who do face no fear of retribution.
ChaosMinionWitchNoble4
“They exiled their undesirables to Trarthus, and then had the gall to act surprised when those undesirables refused to bow down.”
ChaosMinionWitchNoble5
“Witches aren’t feared in Trarthus. They’re adored. We wisely sided with the rebels against Little Tinny Phrecius.”
PhysConvertTemplar1
In Trarthus, faith never died. It just turned inward.
PhysConvertTemplar2
The major Houses didn’t worship gods. They tried to become them.
PhysConvertTemplar3
Divinity demands belief. Trarthus demanded proof.
PhysConvertTemplar4
One claimed the mantle of flame. Another of blood. But in a city of rival ‘gods’, none rose above the noise.
PhysConvertTemplar5
A House could rise through war, through gold, through secrets - but not through grace.
PhysConvertTemplar6
Ixan Keita declared himself a god - and built temples to prove it. His slaves were given no choice but to pray.
PhysConvertTemplar7
In his quest for Divinity, Ixan Keita demanded worship. Obedience was beaten in. But no man ever reached godhood through fear alone.
PhysConvertTemplar8
They sang of Ixan Keita, knelt in his hollow shrines… but their hearts spoke only of hate.
PhysConvertTemplar9
Ixan mistook silence for reverence. In truth, not one soul believed. And so he remained just that: a mortal soul.
PhysConvertTemplar10
“Let them hate me, if they must. Even hatred bows to power.” - Ixan Keita
PhysConvertTemplar11
They preached in alleyways and taverns. Few listened. Fewer remembered.
PhysConvertTemplar12
Attempts to bring organised religion to Trarthus were many - and all of them met with blood.
PhysConvertTemplar13
Faith is tolerated in Trarthus - but only so long as it is kept to one’s self.
PhysConvertTemplar14
Even the pious stray in Trarthus - led not by devils, but by gold and supple skin.
PhysConvertTemplar15
Trarthans revere but one god: the almighty coin.
PhysConvertTemplar16
“If your mission should take you to Trarthus, you’d best carry a knife.” - Gospel and Blade
PhysConvertTemplarNoble1
{0} Keita came to preach salvation. He left certain there was none to be found.
PhysConvertTemplarNoble2
In a city built on secrets, faith never stood a chance.
PhysConvertTemplarNoble3
Though born of Keita blood, {0} sought to better Trarthus through faith - until his kin reminded him where power truly lay.
PhysConvertTemplarNoble4
Once Emperor Tyndarus caught wind of Trarthan warlords setting up a society, he sent his legions to stomp them back down.
PhysConvertTemplarNoble5
The Phrecian legions executed the warlords of that era, and instituted crushing taxes on the budding Trarthan society.
AurasMinionsTemplar1
Some foreigners cling to warm memories of Divinity. In Trarthus, that’s considered true madness.
AurasMinionsTemplar2
Trarthans know Innocence not as a god, but as a tale told by passing missionaries - and quickly forgotten.
AurasMinionsTemplar3
“A fire that does not warm, does not feed, does not kill… what use is it in Trarthus?”
AurasMinionsTemplar4
Innocence preaches purity. Trarthus breeds survival. The two have little in common.
AurasMinionsTemplar5
“When they call Korathin a city of sin, they’re not talking about the god.”
AurasMinionsTemplar6
“Some say there’s no honour left in Korathin. Others say it never belonged here to begin with.”
AurasMinionsTemplar7
A good deed in Trarthus gets you one thing: a target on your back.
AurasMinionsTemplar8
“What’s a man to do with morals, when no one else plays by them?”
AurasMinionsTemplar10
Even in Trarthus, someone buries the bodies. Someone remembers the names.
AurasMinionsTemplar11
Some virtues endure - not in law, nor gods, but in spite of both.
AurasMinionsTemplar12
The surest way to frighten Ixan Keita was kindness. Always hunting for an angle, he could never see it for what it was.
AurasMinionsTemplar13
Keita drew brutes from every corner - sadists, zealots, and worse. What bound them was a taste for cruelty.
AurasMinionsTemplarNoble1
They mocked {0} Keita’s prayers. Until one day, the sinner burned, and they said nothing more.
AurasMinionsTemplarNoble2
Trarthus could not unmake {0} Keita’s faith. But it tried. With ridicule. With pain. With temptation.
AurasMinionsTemplarNoble3
Innocence found no altar in Trarthus. Just one man.
AurasMinionsTemplarNoble4
In 870 IC, the four great Founders spurred their guerrilla rebellion into open warfare against the occupying legions.
AurasMinionsTemplarNoble5
It took two years of open warfare, but Tyndarus finally capitulated in exchange for the lives of his legions.
PhysicalDuelist1
Trarthus was lawless once - but not without rules. Some approached the Death Trades with grace… and surprising decorum.
PhysicalDuelist2
Before the Merchant Wars. Before the Council. Before Trarthus had a name. There was the Code.
PhysicalDuelist4
The Trarthan Code was not written - not at first. It was remembered. Passed in whispers, etched in scars.
PhysicalDuelist5
“Break the Code, and you risked more than your life. You risked your name.”
PhysicalDuelist6
Whether in gutters or along trade routes, the Code took root where laws could not.
PhysicalDuelist7
House Bardiya were first to back the Code - an early sign of their predilection for order and control.
PhysicalDuelist8
To House Azadi, the Code wasn’t a set of rules. It was a contract. And they never broke contracts.
PhysicalDuelist9
Cyaxan did not endorse the Code. Not at first. They waited, watched, and once it took hold, claimed they’d backed it all along.
PhysicalDuelist10
Even House Keita, for all their brutality, bowed to the Code. Not out of respect - but survival.
PhysicalDuelist11
Even under Council rule, the Code endures - now etched into law.
PhysicalDuelist12
“Travel to Trarthus is discouraged. Should you go, learn the Code - and honour it.” - A Merchant’s Guide to Trarthus
PhysicalDuelist13
“Break the Trarthan Code and you’ll likely be buried by someone who didn’t.” - A Merchant’s Guide to Trarthus
PhysicalDuelist14
“Those under the Great Houses shall answer any blood wager issued.” - Trarthan Code, Article V
PhysicalDuelistNoble1
{0} Azadi’s words? Withering. His blade? Equally so.
PhysicalDuelistNoble2
“Elegance is not lost in violence - only in vulgarity.” - {0} Azadi
PhysicalDuelistNoble3
“Ask any Azadin… You don’t get rich in Trarthus by being bad in a fight.” - {0} Azadi
PhysicalDuelistNoble4
“The four Great Founders were not exiles. ‘Twas the first Trarthan-born generation, once we actually had a modicum of society going.”
PhysicalDuelistNoble5
The four Great Houses were once begrudging allies, fighting a guerilla war against occupying legions.
MeleeAOEStrikeDuelist1
Violence has always been common in Trarthus. But it was Ratha Azadi who commodified it - turned it into an art form all her own.
MeleeAOEStrikeDuelist2
Azadi distinguished itself not through efficiency, but through audacious spectacle. Azadins didn’t kill. They wove death itself.
MeleeAOEStrikeDuelist3
Ratha Azadi understood that killing goes beyond the act itself. Some kills live longer than the killer - but only when done right.
MeleeAOEStrikeDuelist4
“Anywhere else, you’d kill from the shadows. But this is Trarthus - so we shout murder from the rooftops.” - Ratha Azadi
MeleeAOEStrikeDuelist5
Would-be sadists flocked to House Azadi, seeking kin in their band of killers. But only a select few rose above the chaff.
MeleeAOEStrikeDuelist7
Among Azadi’s best, the mark mattered less than the method. To kill without flair was crude - commonplace.
MeleeAOEStrikeDuelist8
A name etched in blood is still a name. Many Azadins died trying to earn theirs.
MeleeAOEStrikeDuelist9
Azadi’s finest were known for rivalry as much as skill. On one occasion, both died trying to outdo the other - while their mark fled.
MeleeAOEStrikeDuelist10
Audacious though they may be, Azadins don’t advertise. They let their work speak for itself.
MeleeAOEStrikeDuelist11
Failure rang loudest of all. A botched kill meant the replacement made an example - of both target and Azadin.
MeleeAOEStrikeDuelist12
“Anyone can kill. We give death a name, a face, a reputation.” - Ratha Azadi
MeleeAOEStrikeDuelist13
“Those bloody Azadins… Could kill twice the people in half the time if they weren’t so obsessed with ‘artistry’.” - Ixan Keita
MeleeAOEStrikeDuelistNoble1
“Who needs paint, when blood spills so beautifully?” - {0} Azadi
MeleeAOEStrikeDuelistNoble2
{0} Azadi’s blade did more than silence. It left an impression.
MeleeAOEStrikeDuelistNoble3
{0} Azadi: proof that his House’s legacy wasn’t written in history - but carved into flesh.
MeleeAOEStrikeDuelistNoble4
Tyndarus tried to sail reinforcements west, but the Ezomytes burned his ships in the night, and supplied poisoned grain at port.
MeleeAOEStrikeDuelistNoble5
“Trarthus didn’t even ask the Ezomytes to aid them in the uprising. Those beautiful poetic bastards did it all on their own.”
TrapsMinesShadow1
The children of Korathin don’t play in fields. They play in slag.
TrapsMinesShadow2
The fields were quiet. The factories never were. One bred men. The other broke them.
TrapsMinesShadow3
A Trarthan farmer’s back bends with harvest. A cityman’s with hunger.
TrapsMinesShadow4
To the cityfolk, a broken tool is replaced. To the peasant, it’s a week lost.
TrapsMinesShadow5
The fields breed silence. The cities breed noise. Neither understands the other’s music.
TrapsMinesShadow6
“Out in the country, a harvest is shared. Here in the city, it’s sold - then stolen back.”
TrapsMinesShadow9
Korathin’s smog doesn’t just fill the sky. It seeps behind the eyes.
TrapsMinesShadow10
A thousand chimneys mark the skyline - monuments to what Trarthus built, and what it buried.
TrapsMinesShadow12
No songs are sung in Korathin factories. Just the rhythm of toil and breaking backs.
TrapsMinesShadowNoble1
Though rotten to the bone, Trarthus still shelters those the world cast aside.
TrapsMinesShadowNoble2
A Mirror of Delirium cracked {0} Azadi’s mind like glass - or so the story goes.
TrapsMinesShadowNoble3
To House Azadi, {0} is a relic. To everyone else, a warning.
TrapsMinesShadowNoble4
“The moment the four Great Founders actually won their war of independence, tensions began to rise between them.”
TrapsMinesShadowNoble5
“The four great Founders were only allies out of necessity. It didn’t take much for their hard-won independence to fall apart.”
Crit1HShadow1
Azadi was last to rise among the major Houses. Where killing was common, no one paid for it - until Azadi cornered the market.
Crit1HShadow2
At first, anyone could kill for coin. House Azadi made the kill itself worth paying for.
Crit1HShadow3
Independent killers didn’t last. Clients knew: hire Azadi, or become their next contract.
Crit1HShadow4
“When palms need greasing, you go to House Bardiya. When heads need rolling, you send for House Azadi.”
Crit1HShadow5
“A masterful blend of audacity and discretion - that’s the Azadi trademark. You’ll know who made the kill, never who paid for it.”
Crit1HShadow6
Azadi’s true currency wasn’t coin. It was reputation. And reputation, once wounded, bled.
Crit1HShadow7
Azadi contracts came sealed in wax. To break the seal was to accept the mark - and the consequences of failure.
Crit1HShadow8
Each Azadi contract was coded - names obscured, motives buried. But the message was always the same: kill.
Crit1HShadow9
Some left trophies. Others left warnings. But all Azadins left a message: the job was done - and the debt had been paid.
Crit1HShadow10
“Everyone knows: renege on Azadi, and become their next target.”
Crit1HShadow11
“To last in House Azadi, you need to be dead inside - or skilled at making others so. Preferably both.”
Crit1HShadow13
“In Trarthus, life is cheap. We made sure death wasn’t.” - Ratha Azadi
Crit1HShadowNoble1
{0} Azadi’s was not a style. It was a standard - silent, surgical, untraceable.
Crit1HShadowNoble2
Where other Azadi painted death in crimson arcs, {0} delivered it with a whisper.
Crit1HShadowNoble3
In a House that prized spectacle, {0} Azadi offered none - only results.
Crit1HShadowNoble4
“Trarthans never forget a debt. When the Ezomytes rebelled against the Empire, even though centuries had passed, we came to their aid.”
Crit1HShadowNoble5
“Once our debts were paid to the Ezomytes and the Karui, we considered ourselves even. After that… well, might makes right.”
MiscScion1
The Merchant Council gave Trarthus a mask of order. Those who can’t wear it are cast out.
MiscScion2
Though they would not rule for years, the Bardiyans helped shape Trarthus - quiet power moving behind every deal and coin exchange.
MiscScion3
The first Bardiyan vault was carved into Korathin’s bedrock - long before the city rose above it.
MiscScion4
While the Keitans laid stone, the Bardiyans moved coin. One built a city in broad daylight. The other ran it from the shadows.
MiscScion5
Before the wars, there was trade. Keitan muscle, Bardiyan mind. Neither trusted the other - but both saw profit.
MiscScion6
No two Trarthan forefathers were more opposed - in ideology or in temperament - than Ixan Keita and Quilon Bardiya.
MiscScion7
Keita and Bardiya’s rivalry erupted across Trarthus - supply lines cut, coin vanished, and not a single soldier raised.
MiscScion8
Keita demanded tribute. Bardiya and Azadi refused. The result: starvation, sabotage, and blood in the streets of Korathin.
MiscScion9
Bardiya won their struggle with Keita. Coin proved more vital to Trarthus than all the slaves Keita could whip into labour.
MiscScion10
Bardiya’s victory over Keita came at a cost. From that pyrrhic win grew the Merchant Council - cooperative in name, Bardiyan in truth.
MiscScion11
House Bardiya remains as its forefather left it: clever, conniving, and always listening.
MiscScion12
“A whisper in the right ear is stronger than any army.” - Quilon Bardiya
MiscScion13
“To rule through fear is to court your own demise. A frightened animal lashes out. A contended one purrs in your lap.” - Quilon Bardiya
MiscScion14
“Bardiyans are clever, aye - but so ruthlessly self-serving it’s a wonder their banquets don’t end in blood.”
MiscScionNoble1
{0} was born into Bardiyan silk and silver - until a sibling whispered her inheritance away…
MiscScionNoble2
{0} Bardiya’s legacy was stolen. Her appetite remains.
MiscScionNoble3
Betrayal is currency in House Bardiya. {0} has never left a ledger unsettled.
MiscScionNoble4
The Eternal Empire stopped exiling people to Trarthus after 872 IC. They began building island prisons closer to home instead.
MiscScionNoble5
“The Empire essentially cut contact with Trarthus for five hundred years… until Chitus wanted our powder.”
AurasMinionsTemplarNobleNeon1
‘A ruckus that is made, may not be unmade.’ - Trarthan Code Appendice XII