Annals of Le Viorsa

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Le Viorsa

"All is Sterling"

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With the conclusion of replicating the family tree, I imagine it would be best to begin with Charles. Not my eldest brother, nor my Grandfather, nor Great-Great... but even further. The progenitor. A luxury of being colloquially known as the Spare allowed me no shortage of time for book and study, and while destruction has come I may recreate the Library.

The most important tome of course being the Annals. As the story goes Charles was a blessed youth said to have been kissed by the sun itself. His pregnancy was of ease and his mother reporting the gentlest of time. He was birthed eastward at dawn as the local midwife cleansed him she noted his cheerful disposition and magnificent blue eyes.

Aging upon a Farm it was said he let loose few cries and even was slow to learn to speak. Not from deficiency but from a lack of need. Each morning he would toddle to the cupboard to assemble a small portion of grain, a small bit of meat, an egg, an apple, and a tea-bag. He would then wander to his Mother and grasp her by the hand and merely lead her to his offerings. It brought her much delight to see this ritual each morning.

His father, Georg, a man of stern countenance from a lifetime of farm work after dutiful service to his Lord and Savior in his youth. Casting aside the Paladin's oath for a gifted plot of land. Though prepared for a pleasant retirement from his days asmite, he thought, he just might come to know peace. He and Charles would oft take to the field, the young boy wandering along with aplomb during his father's tending. Though he would not often say it he treasured the company his son brought him.

Upon his fifth year would everything change. As winter began to set in Charles would on one of his morning meanderings find a wounded bird - brown of plumage, white of spots. While some may have considered a pleasant meal, while some may have considered seeing it put out of its misery, the kindly boy found it in his heart to present it to his mother for mending. She was glad to once more have been lead by the hand, though in stead of breakfast, it would be this dour looking bird. Crippled of wing and letting out the most pained chirping. Thinking nothing of it she would attend the mending, return to her chores, and routine would return.

Come spring he, and his Father, in their routine tending of the fields in preparation would hear the sweetest of songs. A small dark bird of magnificent hue - dark and vibrant feathers, shimmering greens, radiant purples. Giving follow they would find a magnificent Starling attending its nest, recognized by Georg to be the bird found last season. Turning to offer his son some wisdom of offering kindness to the most unsuspecting, he was startled to discover the boy was not there!

In a brief bit of panic he began to search, though it not a lengthy one. The quiet boy had been found curled upon the ground. His small knee taking to scratch and bleed. While relief washhed over him and Charles soothed at his dirtied countenance, his father found a small rock protruding. The soft cries of the boy abated with a father's care - and to shock the rock was no mere rock at all. In the morning light it took to the whitest of glimmering...?

...Silver Ore!

Georg dutifully reported this to the local nobleman having no care or interest in wealth save the peace bestowed of his family. The genteel fellow firmly disagreed! His service to God, to the peoples, gifted this land thusly? It was his by right of the divine. Further honor would be bestowed as he was raised from retired Holy Knight to Lordship in his own right. Of this Silver would he have the fruits of his youthful labors that he, and his family, and his child, and his child's children would know a better life than he. And so it would come to pass that the Paladin Georg, of the tiny plot Viorsa, would be for the second time in his life touched by the gods.

Choosing the glimmering white of the Silver and the sapphire eyes of his only son he would cast dyes upon his tunic. Choosing the Starling, and from the most simple of winter plumage a radiant sheen. Choosing to open a Mine to offer employment and lodging and more to the many lacking of work and means. To hiring Guards to protect the Miners from local threat - insisting he train each man himself reminiscent of his days with a blade. And in his peaceful passing after a long and cherished life, all would be passed to his son Charles.

From the simplest kindness to the most mundane of things did Charles Le Viorsa change the lives of so many even at the earliest of ages. When asked by his daughter, Isabella, why he tended the bird that Grand-mama spoke so often of in her tales? The kindly Lord would only smile that little knowing of his, his blue eyes glimmering in the sunlight as he ruffled her hair upon his knee.

"All is Sterling".

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Isabella's life though was one of a star ascending. Charles took well of his father's fortunes and with what would reveal to be sorcerous magic, overwhelmingly amplify them by magnitudes. Though he remained ever humble to honor his Father for his divine works bestowing this sacred blood, in generations to come he would be known as the most influential of the line. It only stood to reason that his firstborn daughter would be cherished and prized.

Though his son would go on to inherit the title and fortune, Isabella would be gifted the magical bloodline. This made her covetous to six lords from six neighboring lands, each of which gladly offered much in dowry and promise to Charles. By such would the Le Viorsa prosper.

Expanding from merely the mining operations and magical works of Charles as an enchanter of artifice, Isabella's wedlock brought forth a highly religious component, honoring Georg's past. It would come to pass that the Le Viorsa name synonymous with charitable works, righteous crusade, and the Order of Saint Georg would be enshrined by her Husband, Gelman. An honor it is to be named in his honor, but his workings as a questing-knight of the Small Gods would bring a newfound security to the region and only grow the family's legacy.

For while Charles' own son, his Junior, would marry a lovely woman by the name of Tabitha and together they would expand the homestead - it would be Isabella and Gelman who took to orchestration of many works to preserve the sanctity of the Ring and by proxy would grow the proverbial Stock of the house in leap and bound. Though this was not without enemy, for any noble and righteous endeavor brings both the envious and the malicious. While the Family thrived in this third generation, the Fourth would come to learn the hazards of sitting atop the proverbial heap, leading the charge, and adorning themselves in the mantle of leadership.

War was to come to the Ring, and the Le Viorsa family would find itself nearly torn asunder through entangling alliances, overlapping bloodlines, and the first true challenge the young and growing family would face. For it is one thing to slay monster and cultist, another entirely when your fellow nobleman takes up banner and arms against you in a true civil war.

It would be under the livelihood of Thomas Le Viorsa and Chelsea, that the bloodline truly tested and pushed to the brink.