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Prince Regulus
The High Prince of Caledor
The History of the Lord...
Regulus was born of the 2nd Prince of Caledor, Olorin Pendragon, and the daughter of a prosperous merchant, Avagraine on July 23. Regulus grew up in Lothern, where the family resided, and Olorin worked as a merchant. When the inscursion began, Regulus and his older sister, Morgaine, were taken to the isle of Tor Avadorn, the isle of the Priestesses. The priestesses were learned with the true knowledge of magic and of the gods, and not of oral tradition or heresy. The island was once accessible by the passer by, but due to the invasions, the priestesses shrouded the isle in mist, only allowing those able to bend the winds of magic to their will to lift the mist. Regulus, however, was one of the only few who were not known to posess magical talent to open the gates. His mother was the sister of the High Priestess, and his sister a priestess in training. This baffled the druids on the island, the male counterparts of the preistesses.
Regulus was but a young boy when the inscursion ended, and his father had introduced him to his godfather, Allienoir. Allienoir gifted Regulus the ability to say the "word", yet there was still something mysterious about Regulus'''' subconscious, for it spoke to him. He had deeply disturbing (No Pun Intended) visions, and dreams of the future. Soon after his father took possesion of the 2nd throne of Caledor, Regulus had a vision that puzzled him throughout his life. He dreamed of being in Naggaroth, or to him, a place of chills. He was much older, at least 200. There were many strange elves, and they were fighting eachother. He had many other dreams of the future, and they puzzled even the most talented of mages. It was thought amongst the priestesses, that at the time of Regulus'''' birth, the magic of Tor Avadorn, his birthplace, crept into his mind, giving him powers unknown to them, but he would only be able to use it had he the proper training. This was even clear to the Cheif Druid, or the Merlin. However, this was to be kept secret, for if word got out that Regulus had such poetential, he would acquire many enemies, even before he reached adulthood. The only people who knew were his sister Morgaine, destined to be the next high preistess, his mother and father.
Time passed, and the volcanoes of Caledor slowly became even more dormant. It was at the time of his teenage years that these dreams kept coming to him. No one knew why. This mystery greatly troubled him, and he decided that one of the only ways to find the reason was to undergo the disciplined and difficult trainings of the Swordmaster arts. Regulus had been able to find some peace in his dreams, for he kept searching for the answer in his meditiations. Soon, his visions quieted down again, now only appearing at suspenseful times in the training.
Regulus finally graduated from the training, with great skill. He was one of the most prominent Swordmasters in his class. He soon acquiered a liking to Saphery, the magical atmosphere calming his mind. In the next few years, he had fought off invaders to Saphery, and gained his fame by his accomplishments. Soon, he was given the rank of blademaster, and even the rank of high blademaster. He had a fairly peaceful life, until one night, his dreams flared up again. He was again in the cold place, and the elves there were fighting the same battle. There was a Bretonnian knight, a Wood Elf Waywatcher, a Lord of Eataine, a dwarf, a Dark Elven Shade Prince, and a shadow warrior. As the dream progressed, there were many more elves introduced and Regulus realized the purpose of his dreams returning now: He was to go to the place in his dream, which he now recoginzed as Nagarroth. He gathered up his regiment, and they boarded a ship, and went off to join the fellowship of lords whom were gathering in the land of the chill.
He fought valiantly, and was wounded many times. Once his regiment was captured by the witch king and the dark druchii, Ruerl Khan. He felt abandoned by his new friends when they did not come to save him, and joined the cult of Khaine. He was released from his prison, and because it was evident to most of the Druchii that he had converted, he led an army into battle against the High Elves and his new friends, Torias Phoenixblade of the House of the Morning Star, and Prince Finuval, the cousin of the Phoenix King, Sir Gaston, a witty, brave, and dramatic Brettonian Kngiht, Greyfox, a sarcastic Waywatcher of the glades of Athel Loren, and many others. He would have fought them all, too, had it not been for the flames of the phoenix engulfing him, cleansing his soul, and returning his worship back to that of Isha. It was first them that he felt that the gods had other things planned for him. Regulus rejoined the High Elves, and proved victorious.
He returned home, only months later to have his father murdered by the new Druchii Invasion of Ulthuan, seeking revenge for their own raid. Regulus rode to Caledor, and took his familiy''''s heirloom from his father''''s waist, the Blade of the Pendragon, which within the metal held the Magical powers of the Pendragon itself. He thus inherited his father''''s power, and fought tirelessly against the hoard. He met up with Allienor, whom he had not seen for many a decade, and his enemy from Naggaroth, Elias Kalderon, a stealth shade of the Black Forests whom had assailed the prince many times, Highborn Ravenfrost, who was a very well respected noble amongst Druchii society, and the Vampire Count that was once the good Empire Kinght James the Naught. Many others also joined the fight, but returning were his good friends Finuval and Torias.
Regulus made his way to Avelorn after Lothern had been lost, and fought to save the Everqueen, closely followed by Elias and his assasins, who in the end failed to terminate Regulus and Torias who was in Nagarythe at the time. Meanwhile. Finuval had just returned from a most dishonorable experience in Bretonnia with the remnants of the 7th Legion. Eventually the company made their way and met at the castle of the everqueen, where James the Naught, now taking up the name of Zemanjaski, and a huge Druchii force laid siege to the fortification. Many fair elves fell that day, and most honoured amongst them was Imrik Dragontamer, the last known descentant of Caledor. Upon the death of Imrik Dragontamer in Avelorn, Regulus obtained the honour of the High Prince of Caledor. He was now a member of the great council.
Many times Lothern was fought for and lost, and many times it was won. The battles to reclaim the lands almost seemed a game to Regulus. But soon enough, news broke out that King Finubar had fallen somewhere in Caledor. The elves all over Ulthuan were saddened and demoralized. Finuval however, upon hearing the loss of his cousin, was nearly delirious, and had been taken to Bretonnia by a very mysterious ranger. Little did he know that Elias had been tracing his every step, and also boarded a ship, and went to the old world. Regulus, whom had barely spoken to his friend for a very long time, decided to follow him and guard him in the following times ahead. Yet when he got there, he came face to face with Elias once more and he had somehow stirred the anger and painful memories of Naggaorth inside of the High Prince, and got Regulus to convert to the ways of darkness once more, and come with him in his flee from the guards of Finuval in his attempt to assassinate him. Regulus and Elias darted off, but Elias’ companion, Mengil, had been slain by Finuval himself, whom the ranger before he died at the hands of Lord Kalderon, handed young Finuval a small box. Upon opening the box, Finuval saw with his very own eyes, the Phoenix Crown. It was then that he realized that he was to be his cousin’s heir.
So Finuval set out for Ulthuan. But Regulus and Elias hearing of the news, followed him. Regulus infiltrated Finuval’s camp, and followed him back to Ulthuan. He witnessed at the Temple of Asuryan Finuval walk through the flame, and come out unharmed. So Finuval was now the new Phoenix King, and Ulthuan was with a ruler once more. But Regulus, being once again dark, assailed the council, and darted off into the night. It was not until he had openly shot Allienoir, who had come after the boy, that he realized his error, and returned to the light. Allienoir would not survived, had he not been rescued by a unit of swordsmasters.
Regulus now fully himself again, returned to the council who now could see that the prince was fully returned to the light, and the situation was forgotten. So many battles raged on, and as one army grew smaller, the other seemed to get bigger. This back and forth pattern continued on for two months, except now it had been the Asur who’s forces always seemed to grow ever smaller. It was not until a dark day that will live on in the history of Ulthuan, that King Finuval marched upon the fields of Erandir, and challenged the fleet of Highborn Ravenfrost. The battle was bitter and long. But in the end, the Asur prevailed, however, not without suffering a great loss. Lying on the ground was Finuval. The new Phoenix King had been slain in battle, yet his death had been a most honorable one, and one with a great cause. For it had been at the fields of Erandir that the Asur achieved a pivotal victory, and raised the spirits of the Asur from their constant losses. Regulus, upon hearing the loss of his dear friend, was filled with grief and anger. It would take a very long time for the High Prince to get over this very great loss, but there would be another one waiting ahead, that would be just as painful as this...
When the seige that Malekith laid upon Ulthuan was ended for many months now, and the Asur victorious, Regulus and the fellowship returned to finish what they had originally set out to do. There, he was captured by Terian Darksoul, a most cruel and merciless Druchii, and tortured many times. In Naggaroth, he had chosen to fight mostly in the styles of guerilla warfare. He befriended Caladain, the captain of Finuval''''s fleet, Vana Ravenhair, a very insane she elf whom had once saved him from the hands of Terian, and Rilith, the companion of his Godfather, Allienoir. He was also reunited with many companions whom he had not seen ever since he began upon this quest, like Sir Gaston and Greyfox.
Many events happened in between here, no one really knows for sure exactly what. The most knowledge we have of the experiences of Regulus picks up when he went to speak to Rilith of his conversion to Slaaensh, and he was captured by the Slaaneshi Hag Sianelle, Once of Avelorn, and thrown into her deep and dark prison. Upon his escape, he was hunted down by Sianelle and 49 of her daemonettes. He slew each and every one, yet when he went to fight the crone, after hours of tireless fighting and show of skills, she thrust a hidden dagger into his waist, and her blade through his chest. There he fell, and was reunited with King Finuval in death. But one day, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he was in the deep waters of the seas between Ulthuan and Naggaroth, in a boat prepared to send him back to Ulthuan. He looked down upon his neck, and the amulet Torias bid him bring to Nagarythe in the battle for Lothern (DD2), which he had never come to do, was glowing a bright white, and then faded to a deep blue. A voice he heard on the wind, "You still have much to do, Regulus, Son Of Olorin, High Prince of Caledor. The Fellowship lives on..." It Had been Isha, and her gift and the power of the amulet had been enough to save him again.
His wounds still hurt, but he managed to row back to Naggaroth. When he got there, he then flew back to Ulthuan upon his mighty Griffon and friend, Rigel, and returned to Caledor. He then made a trip to Erandir Fields, and learned of the death of Torias as well. The grief and pain was too much for him to bear. Regulus had still not recovered from the loss of Finuval, and this only made it ten times worse. He weeped the whole night, and awoke to a cold fog and drizzle. It was not until he heard a voice in the air, which sounded much like his godfather, Allienoir, ''''''''Long Live the Fellowship'''''''', that he got up, and hopped upon the back of his Griffon, and flew to the rescue of the young Meric Phoenixblade, the kin of Torias. He then joined the Phoenix Council and was captured on a raid led by Terian. Upon the Black Ark of Terian, he learned that Olorin was not his father, and that his mother was a wicked and evil elf who had become corrupt by her abilites. He also learned a most terrifying truth: That his true father was Terian, whom had fallen in love with Avagraine. This pained the prince greatly. Soon enough, he was rescued by Allienoir, and High Princes Aribis of Tiranoc and Calarion of Saphery.
Upon his return home, he learned that he was indeed the rightful heir to Caledor, for his mother''''s grandfather had been the younest son of the great mage, yet he had been so young that Caledor forbifd him to join them on the isle of the dead. He was taken to Avadorn, where his enourmous magical talent mixed with the greatness of the preistesses, creating a family that would truly shape the history of Ulthuan.
Soon after the last Druchii, foul beast of Chaos, and Skaven beasts were driven from his shores, he met with Allienoir, Vana the Mad, Greyfox, Gaston and the befriended Elias in Avelorn. That was the last time they all would meet as friends, for Elias would soon return to the Druchii and Slaanesh in the following years.
He returned home to Caledor where he ruled his people well. It was not many years after the age of the fellowship, as Regulus calls it now, that he was bidden to Loch Raven, the home of the Phoenixblades when a startling prophecy became foretold. There he was reunited with Aribis and Allienoir, and became acquanted with the Lord Morning Star. But soon after their arrival, a great Chaos horde assailed the isle, and that is where the companions are now...*
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