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Rise of the Cabal
Legendary Goals
The Capital
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Name: Amon Morian, Lord of the Black Trident
Race: Ocean Elf
Description: Tall and lithe even by Elvish standards, Amon peers down at his inferiors - which include all of the lesser races as well as the landbound Elves - with eyes of radiant green. Cheekbones sharp enough to cut with frame a narrow face of crooked, aquiline features and a thin mouth. When Amon smiles, it brings to mind a knife's edge. Uneven black hair, adorned with golden rings, cascades down to his shoulders, the seemingly haphazard cut appearing more like that of a barbarian than an Elf - though it is only common among his people. Stuck on land as he is, Amon has forsaken the loose clothes of shipboard life for fine, well-cut clothing fit for any noble, often red or black embroidered with gold. He still retains the long, curved
sidarn dagger of his people, worn openly in a scabbard of gold and jewels.
Background: Amon is a High Kin of the Great Expanse, an Ocean Elf, the fierce, undisputed masters of ships. Though uninterested in the affairs of humans, and caring little more for their land-bound kin, the Ocean Elves of Amon's bloodline see regular business with humans of Verania. Few others can craft such vessels as they, capable of crossing any length of sea and with speed beyond even the hope of men. Amon is the scion of the Black Trident, a House and fleet of the Ocean Elves who sometimes roam the coastal waters of Madrigan's Reach, a region to the north of Verania. Sometimes, rarely, they can be convinced to transport or trade; usually, they raid, burning coastal towns and ships, enslaving those they capture. In the north, any sign of black sails on the horizon is rightfully feared.
Verania has the power to repel them, though in the borderlands it rarely exercises that power. More than that, they are interested in using the Elves ships for trade and alliance, though the Elves themselves care nothing for such things of men. Yet they have sent out their noble sons as diplomats. This would seem strange, but it is a role of no significance; a distraction, for the Trident has no interest in a binding agreement with Verania. Their diplomat may talk, promising little and delaying any decision, while the Trident does as it pleases.
Amon is the latest of these honored diplomats - at least, that is his surface role. In reality, he has come to dedicate himself to the Cabal. There was no need for them to approach him; he is rotten to the core, sworn to darkness before he grew into adulthood. So far, petty cruelties and atrocities against the humans of Madrigan's coast have satisfied him, but the youth has higher ambitions. In Verania, he sees an opportunity and a realm to carve out for himself, whether with others or commanding them. Should any of the fine lords and ladies of the Capital see inside the Elf's mind, they would find plans to turn their blessed kingdom into a nightmare realm on earth - a playground for Amon and his kind. He excels in manipulation, seduction and torment of the court, using his Elvish 'beauty' and grace to blind the eyes of the weak-willed to his real intentions. Torture is Amon's real love, mental or physical and usually both, using his blade to real effect. Of course, it is tricky to hide such acts in the Capital, but perhaps the Cabal will offer him a chance to use his talents more often, now...
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Topic: The Cabal! OOC and Recruitment. (Read 6224 times)