Category: Tertia Worldbuilding

The Factions of Tertia – The Gathered Dull

The Morus are a race of Magia who were groomed from their conception to be a reclusive and contentious race through the influence of Kovec. From their earliest generations they were disconnected not only from the world above but from even the other inhabitants of the Dull. Kovec held an iron grip over the Morus and built their bodies to her will, invoking transformations in their evolution that gave them arachnid features. She had them fight against the other primary inhabitants of the Dull, the Nepheline, for no sake other than to make the Morus more powerful. Under Kovec’s dictatorship, they had no will nor identity as a people and from the outside they were seen as nothing more than a hateful, warmongering faction.

Even under these conditions there were Morus who saw Kovec’s suppression for what it was, a binding that held the Morus back from being their own, proud race. Though these discerning few were trapped, if they so much as spoke badly of Kovec they risked execution from those loyal to her. They could not seek allies and individually none of them could hope to stand against the old god. Until the birth of two Morus twins named Scheya and Rilkasha.


Their birth was a unique and miraculous one as they survived being born from the warped womb of one of Kovec’s weavers. From their very first moments in the world, Kovec could see the potential for what these twin sisters could become. Having emerged from the body of a weaver, they innately had a far superior capacity for magic than any Morus before them. Kovec saw them as the beginning of a new generation, finally the stage of evolution that she had waited so long to see appear. They were kept in castle Apophysis and for over a decade of their lives made to live in just three rooms. Their bedroom, their dining room and their training room. To Kovec, any time spent outside of their routine of sleeping, eating and training would have been a total waste. It was made clear to the sisters that if they ever tried to leave, they would die to the traps in the very first hallway they traversed. They were taken care of by a weaver named Tarkanan, who acted as both their trainer and in some senses surrogate mother.

Scheya was a genius at wielding magic, any kind of magic that she was prompted to use she was capable of performing with ease. Rilkasha, on the other hand, struggled as she developed no talent whatsoever in utilizing the magic that her body suggested she had. She excelled in physical training but in the eyes of Kovec that wasn’t good enough, in her eyes no amount of physical talent could match the world-changing effects of magic. Rilkasha was often punished with beatings for her failures in magic and at times when Kovec’s patience was most thin she would manifest an image of herself to enter the twin’s chambers and attempt and forcibly awaken Rilkasha’s magic potential. When it became apparent that even the direct influence of an old god would not spur any magical talent from Rilkasha, she was taken away from her sister to act as a foot soldier near the Morus-Nepheline border.

This splitting was the last straw for the twins. They knew that they were not happy with their lives but they were complicit with Kovec’s routine so long as they had each other. The twins did not have to share their wills or plans with words, individually they both resolved from that moment to drag Kovec from her throne no matter what. Scheya continued Kovec’s routine training alone, turning herself into one of the most proficient magic users that Tertia had ever seen. She lay in worry every night, her mind always clouded with thoughts of how her sister might struggle. Her crybaby sister who Scheya held every night to assure her that the beatings would stop.

Rilkasha, meanwhile, continued to train herself physically and took the role of a scout in the Morus army. Her proficiency turned out to be astounding, one of her greater feats saw her hiding out in the Nepheline capital of Roteva for weeks without being exposed. Just to prove herself to a bad mannered commander, she infiltrated castle Roteva and stole king Amdrus’ crown from his head as he sat on his throne and escaped with it in hand. Within Nepheline society ghost stories were told in her wake, they did not believe that any corporeal being could pull off the things that she did.

After the incident with Amdrus’ crown, Roteva was put on high alert. The Morus were indeed impressed with Rilkasha’s abilities but there were some among them who questioned why she did not kill the king if she had the opportunity. In her time following orders as a Morus soldier, Rilkasha had absolutely refused to kill anyone on her missions. To her, the only one who deserved such scorn was Kovec. This did not stop her superiors from pressuring her towards performing assassinations with her talent to be undetected. After she refused one too many times, she was told that she had one last chance before they considered her a traitor to the Morus. In response, Rilkasha chose to make a risky play.

She accepted an assassination mission from her commanding officer and set out to Roteva as she had done before. Though, this time she had no intention of returning to the army that sent her out. She made no attempt at stealth as she reached the city’s walls and was expectedly accosted by Nepheline guards. They were suspicious and all they knew towards the Morus was hate, yet the Nepheline were not heartless people. Rilkasha had spent enough time hiding in Roteva to know how the Nepheline treated each other and even outsiders like Aljani. They bore a sense of solidarity that put them centuries ahead of the Morus in a social sense. These were not the kind of people that would indiscriminately execute a 13-year-old, lone girl even if she was a Morus.

Rilkasha claimed herself to be a traitor who had turned against her people and requested an audience with king Amdrus so that she could share the things she knew. The guards initially scoffed at the idea of so easily leading a Morus to the king’s chamber but when Rilkasha produced the crown that she had stolen and gave a perfect description of how the throne room looked their arms were twisted. She was led towards the castle, only to be stopped once more by the king’s own royal guard. They did not take the story of Rilkasha being the one who stole the crown so lightly, they saw her as not a Morus in the search of redemption but as a criminal who should be led to jail and not to the king.

Rilkasha begged to be let into the castle, she could not afford to spend time idle in a jail cell while Kovec still drew breath. In a sort of off-hand remark, one of Amdrus’ royal guard asked what she would give back as compensation for the crown she stole. An arm, a leg, an eye – they listed off a selection of ridiculous choices in mocking of the young Morus’ plan. In a moment of immature stupidity, Rilkasha separated herself from the guards who had escorted her and pulled out a knife she had hidden on her body. With a swift movement, she carved through her own left eye and proceeded to throw the knife to the ground. She stood up tall, holding back screams and tears as the guards were dumbstruck by her actions. Medical help was brought and they collectively decided to give her the audience she requested.

She spoke with Amdrus and with her resolve managed to earn the favor of the Nepheline king. Amdrus offered to aid Rilkasha however he could for the sake of her goal but Rilkasha knew what she wanted to do was something only Morus could achieve. What she needed was more training, real combat experience that she could not get with just the military routines the Morus had her go through. She needed the time to reach her peak, then she would be powerful enough to face her sister again and make Kovec pay what she was due. Amdrus offered her the services of Czarvaast, the Aljani who led the king’s royal guard as Roteva’s greatest warrior.

During the course of her training, Scheya essentially came to be known as the princess of Apophysis. With the magic power she commanded she was quite clearly only second in power to Kovec herself, by the time Rilkasha allied herself with Amdrus, Scheya had already surpassed Tarkanan and the other weavers. When this happened, Tarkanan confided something in the young Morus. This was an odd thing for Tarkanan to do, she had taken care of the twins since their birth but had never made any attempt to comfort or emotionally connect with them. She had always just played her role as a tutor without getting too close, so for her to approach Scheya in such a way was shocking.

Tarkanan apologized to Scheya for her complacency in Kovec’s regime that she had set out for the twins. She admitted that initially what she saw in the twins was an inevitable tragedy, to be weaved into Kovec’s web and turned into a new generation of personal slaves. She foresaw a doomed fate, until she came to understand just how powerful Scheya had the potential to be. At only age 13 she had surpassed the weavers and her control of magic was so perfect that it seemed that she could make anything happen. Anything, including the overthrowing of an old god who had inadvertently tormented her people for too long. Scheya gave Tarkanan the forgiveness that she sought and the two brainstormed what the next step of their plan should be.

Scheya was confident in her abilities, though she had no real experience in battle and her physical training had never been particularly harsh. Her magic was powerful but her reflexes weren’t as sharp as they needed to be. Furthermore, she still hadn’t stepped outside of the walls of her three allocated rooms. Tarkanan told Scheya that if she intended to overthrow Kovec then she would need to have the ability to lead the Morus afterwards. If they were left with no guiding figure then Morus society would fall into chaos, at best they would do what they know and martyr themselves in one last all out war with the Nepheline. This in mind, the two concluded that Scheya had to experience the outside and interact with those who would become her people. So, Tarkanan convinced Kovec to let Scheya outside of her rooms by reasoning that if Scheya would become a leading figure among the Morus forces then she would have to connect with the people.

Tarkanan told Scheya to seek out general Razmiel, a military leader stationed in Theraphosa who was known to have refused Kovec’s offer to be positioned as a weaver. He knew the ins-and-outs of leadership and if any high positioned person could be brought over to their side then it was him. Scheya carried out the plan, finding Razmiel and studying under him in the art of authority. Over time, she gained Razmiel’s support in the plan to take down Kovec and move the Morus into a new age where they make their own future. From inside the Morus military, Razmiel began to use his influence to spread the word of an oncoming revolution. Finally, those Morus who were afraid to come out and speak against Kovec’s rule could join with each other. Scheya had support, she had knowledge and she had her magic. Once all the pieces were in place, the rebellion would unveil itself and invade castle Apophysis.

The twins were 19 by the time their training was done and their plans had been made. Rilkasha had far surpassed the combative abilities of Roteva’s military, not only could she incapacitate Czarvaast but she was able to overpower Amdrus’ entire royal guard at the same time. She would periodically return to the Morus settlements to keep up-to-date on their plans and on one mission to Theraphosa she caught wind of the gathering rebellion. She found that her sister was the one who would lead the battle and knew immediately that her time to train was up. The moment for action had revealed itself, it was time for the twins to act.

Rilkasha revealed herself to Scheya in the days leading up to the rebellion. They were stunned to finally be able to see each other again and Scheya scolded her sister for losing an eye while they were apart. Yet, they did not shed tears for each other in that moment. They were happy, but the meeting that truly mattered between them was the meeting of their resolves. They both knew why they stood before each other, they shared a lofty goal and could not celebrate until they had done what they had set out to do. When the rebellion finally made their move and Morus turned their blades against Morus in the impossible dungeon, the twins made their direct warpath towards Kovec.

It took days of fighting just to break through the streets of Theraphosa and reach castle Apophysis, but days were nothing to the twins who had spent years knowing their goal. They marched through the hallways that they were told would kill them and took down even Kovec’s most coveted weavers with dominant efficiency. Using Scheya’s magic they forced their way into the Night City, Kovec’s personal plane, and finally they stood before the creator and greatest enemy of the Morus. Kovec, her once imposing form decayed and broken apart from an infectious wound that a certain Demon had dealt her centuries ago. A pitiable echo of the old god she once was.

Even still, she had held her place high atop the perch of Morus society for all this time for a reason. She was powerful, unbelievably so, if either of the twins had fought her alone then they would have had their dreams crushed in an instant. Together, though, they had just the right combination to battle their terrifying foe. Rilkasha could not deal major or permanent damage to Kovec’s immortal body, the old god’s vital points seeming non-existent. What Rilkasha did have was the mobility to avoid Kovec’s wrath and distract her from Scheya, whose magic was a weapon potent enough to carve deep into Kovec’s life. The battle was long and harsh and the twins with only mortal stamina seemed as if they would be outlasted by Kovec.

That was when, in the midst of battle, Scheya crafted a spell that nullified the ritual magic that Nelaime had used to turn Kovec into an old god. Her immortality and her unnatural power were cast away in a single moment and Rilkasha finally had an opening to deal a decisive blow. She plunged her short sword into Kovec’s chest and swiftly abandoned it as the old god made one last swing at her. Then her movements slowed and the blood of mortality that Kovec had forgotten the feeling of flowed. Before she could fall to the ground, Scheya cast one last spell to burn her away to nothing and assure that she could not return. Kovec was defeated and the twins were left with an open and empty throne.

This was five years before the current day. In those five years after the battle, the twins have managed to bring most of the Morus who were previously loyal to Kovec over to their side for the sake of building a new and more prosperous image for their kind. Most Morus, when they understood that they could live lives without forcing themselves to hate and could build settlements that aren’t riddled with deadly traps, were more than happy to oblige to the new rulers. Scheya, having trained her leadership skills with Razmiel, took on the role as the new ‘queen’ of the Morus and was the one to sit upon Kovec’s former throne. They opened up the Morus borders, Morus were finally allowed to leave their territory by their own will rather than having to wait on an order. People from outside were at last able to come in, though the Morus have yet to receive many visitors between their former reputation and cities still in the process of being de-trapped.

Thanks to the relationship that Rilkasha had build with Amdrus and the people of Roteva, tensions between the Morus and Nepheline settled far quicker than expected. The Nepheline were happy that they did not have to live waiting for the next Morus attack any more and they were willing to let Morus into their cities as they did with Rilkasha. The Nepheline have even gone so far as to provide the resources that the Morus need to rebuild their cities into ones that won’t kill the visitors. Once all of the reconstruction has finished and the Morus are ready to receive outsiders, Scheya plans on opening trade routes with not only the Nepheline but with settlements from the above world as well. While there are still Morus and Driders who hold loyalty to Kovec hiding away in the caves of Morus territory, they are the large minority and work is being done to bring them back into the better existence that the Morus now work towards.

Scheya and Rilkasha have become known as heroes, not just within Morus territory but throughout the entire Dull. They have put an end to the pointless wars that had darkened the Dull for too long. With their feat of outright defeating an old god, their names have even made their way into the gossip of the above world. The people of Pradas who live just above Morus territory have an invested interest in the twins and their people and the future seems bright for relations between them. The work is far from over, undoing and moving past everything that Kovec had set out to do, but Scheya and Rilkasha are ready to bring their people into a future where they can branch out and connect.

The twins have presented an interest in the war for godhood, Scheya has mused that with that kind of power she could make a universe where any being had the opportunity to connect with any other. She has the image of a world where no one is hidden away from kinship, where absolutely anyone can find a place to belong or even just one person to belong with. She wants a reality where no one has to be isolated and no one has to be alone. The twins have each other and it’s the feeling of security that they give each other that they want everyone else to be able to feel.


What Kovec intended for the Morus to be was a powerful race that she could use to defeat the other old gods. Regarding the Morus, all she cared for was that they become powerful no matter the means. That’s why, whenever any particularly promising Morus managed to catch her eye she singled them out and had them brought into castle Apophysis. There they would be offered by Kovec a gift, to become more powerful in exchange for true, unwavering loyalty. For those who accepted, their arachnid-like features would take over their bodies and they would be turned into spider-centaur-esque creatures known as ‘Driders’. Fueled by both the innate potential that Kovec saw within them and the power she imparted in them, the Driders are extremely powerful and took the role of leading the Morus armies when it was time for war. The cost of this power was that Kovec could use the magic that she implanted in the Driders to fully control them if she so chose.

Among the Driders there were those who even still displayed an exceptional amount of prowess. These were the ones who set the bar in Kovec’s mind, the next level that all Morus should strive to reach. These Driders were known as the ‘Weavers’ and they acted as Kovec’s most powerful warriors, all permanently positioned within the walls of castle Apophysis.

Tarkanan was a free-spirited Morus born in Theraphosa, a bit of an airhead but her talents were undeniable. She never really paid much heed to politics in Morus society, all she knew was that Kovec was the ruler and that’s really all she cared to know. Even as a young girl she spent a lot of her time performing parkour around the Morus capital, just barely avoiding the traps that could on any day have been her end. All she really wanted was to move around, be free, find new experiences outside of the dull, dull, caves.

As she grew up she became more rebellious, Morus were not allowed to leave their territory unless given a mission to but Tarkanan wanted to see outside more than anything. She didn’t go anywhere near the Nepheline territory nor could she go to the surface since Kovec had all the routes up there cut off a long time ago but anywhere else in the mosslands was her oyster. She’d frequently mess around with the mushroom Natyr because she thought how they moved and acted was hilarious. However, the incident that changed the course of Tarkanan’s life was a time when she followed a cave too deeply and ended up in the territory of the descent.

Every time she went out she wanted to go further than she had before, see more than she’d already seen. It was inevitable that eventually she’d go down to the descent but she wasn’t prepared when she first stumbled in. She was senselessly confident in her ability to re-trace her steps just because she’d done so before but this time was different. She followed an underground river and was enamored when she reached a beautiful room where the reflections of the water lit up crystals that jutted out of the walls. She stayed by the riverside, oblivious to her surroundings as she waved around her light spell to make the water’s reflection dance. When she finally broke her focus from the beautiful sight, she noticed that an olm-drake had wandered into the room and blocked off her path.

Startled, she slipped backwards and her hand slapped the water. A noisy splash filled the cave and the blind olm-drake’s attention jolted to the sound. The cave was too small for her to maneuver around it so she backed up to the far wall, the olm-drake stopping less than a meter away from her. Realizing its blindness, she tried not to panic but she couldn’t see any way around this beast. It dipped its head into the water in a way that would be cute if it wasn’t a dangerous beast. Giving in to a feeling of trepidation, Tarkanan unleashed a spell to try and restrain the olm-drake and give herself a chance to run. It easily broke free and as she tried to vault over it she was knocked down to the ground and pinned by the creature.

Several ribs broken, Tarkanan cried at the prospect that her adventure would end so suddenly and stupidly. She squirmed as the olm-drake considered its prey, ready to eat its fill of Morus meat. Tarkanan refused to let it end there as she unleashed a lightning spell that struck the creature and bounced around the humid walls of the cave. Tarkanan felt the recoil of the spell, she could not tell whether it was her flesh or that of the olm-drake that was burning. Regardless she held the spell as long as she could and when it was over the olm-drake fell, a charred corpse. Tarkanan was severely burned as well, that she went on to return home afterwards was nothing short of a miracle.

However, this time there was no covering up the fact that she had gone outside of Morus territory. No excuses would help her escape her punishment as enforcers came to her home and took her away. She was out of energy, unable to resist and was dragged along to castle Apophysis. She wonder if she would be executed or just put in a prison until she lost her free spirit. She never expected to be met by a projection of Kovec, who offered her the opportunity to be stronger than she was. Tarknanan did not understand the implications of this offer, all she knew of Kovec was that she was the ruler so she felt inclined to accept.

Tarkanan was horrified when her body changed into that of a Drider. She wanted to scream and run but she feared what Kovec would do if she did. Seeing a great power hidden within Tarkanan, Kovec initiated her into the weavers and from then on Tarkanan’s freedom was lost. Her want for adventure never went away but to think of the freedom she lost was too painful. So, she forced herself to become jaded, numb to the idea of freedom that she loved so much. Even still, of all the weavers Tarkanan was the only one to never fully give in to Kovec’s magic. She never lost her sense of self, never let herself become just a tool for Kovec’s needs.

When Scheya and Rilkasha were born, Tarkanan suppressed the hope that she felt for them. She wanted for them to be strong enough to live free lives but never let herself say it. She thought it would have been too painful to see them go through what she did if she wholeheartedly believed in them. Once the war was done and Tarkanan was finally freed from Kovec’s grip, she took it upon herself to round up all of those who had similarly been violated by Kovec’s magic. She knows that many of the Driders who escaped into the caves have lost their senses of self due to Kovec’s corruption and she cannot stand to let them stay that way. She believes that until every single Morus has moved on from Kovec’s rule that they are not yet truly free, so she fights every day to reclaim freedom for not just herself but for all who had it taken.


A general in the Morus military during the time of Kovec’s rule, Razmiel’s pride for his people was born on the battlefield. He was born in Castianeira, one of the Morus’ fort cities that was built close to the Nepheline-Morus border. Castianeira was the city that lay on the most direct path between Morus territory and Roteva, if there were any single dedicated military city for the Morus it was this one. Everyone who lived in Castianeira was either a soldier or fated to become one, Razmiel was no different. Any time Kovec was prepared to order an attack on the Nepheline, the Morus forces would all be gathered there. Both Razmiel’s mother and father were soldiers, after he was born his mother returned to battle the very next day and died in the battle.

Razmiel was often told the stories about how dedicated his mother was, a proud Morus who gave nothing less than everything for her people. The glorified stories of his mother molded Razmiel into what he would become, a soldier who valued the Morus as a people above all else. As he grew, he happily anticipated the day that he could first step on a battlefield and make the memory of his mother proud. As a child his toys were weapons and his playtime was training, by his own choice he forced himself to become the greatest soldier the Morus had ever seen. Morus were deemed old enough to be sent to battle at age 14 and as soon as Razmiel hit that mark he was the first to answer the next call to arms.

He fought battle after battle against the Nepheline, never falling back or taking breaks no matter what injuries he sustained. He believed that if he did not do everything he could until his last breath then the deaths of his comrades were his fault. Despite never refusing the call to fight, Razmiel survived every battle he participated in. He climbed through the military ranks to become a general and stories spread about him being an immortal or directly related to Kovec. When word of this immortal warrior reached Kovec’s ears, she took a keen interest.

Razmiel was invited to castle Apophysis but was initially hesitant to go, even though it was the will of Kovec herself. Razmiel had never left Castianeira and he worried what would happen if the Nepheline attacked while he was away. An odd worry, considering the Nepheline were never the ones to initiate a fight. Kovec’s messenger assured that she would not announce a call to war while their greatest asset was away and Razmiel was convinced by this line of thought. He was taken to the castle and given Kovec’s offer of strength for loyalty. Razmiel bluntly refused, stating that the Morus needed no aid when it came to strength. He truly believed himself and his comrades to be powerful, he did not believe he required the cheap strength that Kovec offered. He also claimed that his loyalty was to the Morus as a people and he would not betray them by making a gift that would make him seem better than them.

Kovec was disappointed but understood that Razmiel would not be moved from his philosophy. Though, she did order him to stay in Theraphosa as a trainer to prepare for the next war. She told him that it was for the purpose of spreading his motivating mindset but the truth was that she just wanted to keep an eye on him. During his time in the capital, he was approached by Scheya who sought his training and knowledge. After having met Kovec himself he did not trust of the old god, he could not escape the feeling that she did not value the Morus for the great people that they were.

During the rebellion he was made to fight with other Morus and he considered this battle to be the most painful experience of his life. He felt as if he was tearing through his own flesh and blood, he knew it was necessary for the future of the Morus but he has no pride for the role he played in that battle. After Kovec’s defeat, Razmiel was appointed to be an adviser for Scheya as she took the throne to lead the Morus forward. He had a vision and a passion for his people and while it was hard for him to accept that the wars he fought against the Nepheline were pointless, he was convinced that they were no weaker to admit that they were wrong. When not being asked for direction by Scheya, Razmiel leads hunting parties through the mosslands to clear out dangerous creatures and to allocate areas that could be used for resource farming.


Czarvaast was formerly a soldier from Qashra who was raised to be a soldier in their special Aljani unit. Being an Aljani in the above world is a harsh fate, they are subject to unfair treatment and subjugation because of the ridiculous perception that they are intrinsically the same as Gonel. In the case of Qashra, Aljani are gathered and raised as soldiers separate from the army that Qashrans are so proud of. They do not believe that Aljani are worthy to share in the glory of Qashra’s accomplished military, so they are trained to be scouts and sent wastefully into enemy territory to be captured or killed. At best they return with information but the Qashrans see this unit as expendable. In the days before the guidance of the Virtue, survivors of Aljani scouting missions would secretly be executed just so they didn’t get ideas of asking for recognition.

The generation that Czarvaast was a part of just so happened to be prepared for their first and last mission when Kharma’s global message harried the minds of the people. Shortly after, Redigat was taken over and provided the perfect mission for the Aljani to be sent out to. Czarvaast and his team were tasked with finding out information about the nightmares and how they were building their numbers so rapidly. They were told not to return until they had figured out all that they possibly could and sent right into the heart of terror. As expected, Czarvaast’s team was wiped out and he himself only barely escaped when he found an old passage that led down into the Dull. He defeated a fair number of nightmares that followed behind him but was severely wounded, left limping down an endless, mossy cave.

He fainted from his injuries, not expecting to wake up again. Miraculously he did, in the home of a Nepheline who was tasked with caving in the entrance that Czarvaast entered that same day. Those who are born Aljani don’t often know the word ‘luck’ but Czarvaast seemed to have come across it. He waited for the scathing comment on his race or the ulterior motive the Nepheline had for saving him but neither happened. The Nepheline was kind to him, raised him to good health and treated him like they were the same. What Czarvaast didn’t know was that Nepheline communities were havens for Aljani, where they were accepted and seen as the struggling people that they were. The Nepheline considered the Aljani brothers in arms, people who were hurt by Gonel but who consider to fight and live anyway.

Czarvaast did not understand the idea of acceptance at first, the idea of being treated as equal took him aback and he struggled to process it. He wondered why was this not a thing that all Aljani could experience. Eternally thankful to the Nepheline that took him in and taught him kindness, Czarvaast made it his goal to repay the Nepheline for giving him back the life that was meant to be sacrificed and to help Aljani the world over know the feeling of acceptance. Yet, Czarvaast recognized that he was not strong enough to make that goal a reality. He needed a strong body, one that could protect his kind and take the abuse he expected the above world to deal him.

He enrolled himself into the Nepheline’s military and with his drive quickly became one of the most accomplished soldiers in Roteva. In a battle against the Morus, he pulled off the great feat of dueling the ‘immortal’ general Razmiel to a standstill without any kind of aid. For this, he was appointed one of king Amdrus’ royal guard, a position of trust that he thanked the king ceaselessly for. When Rilkasha came to the kingdom with the goal of liberating her people, Czarvaast saw a story and resolve similar to his own. He put his everything into training Rilkasha, if she succeeded it would be all the proof he needed to make his own goals possible. The two of them became close and while Czarvaast was disappointed in himself for just how much Rilkasha surpassed him, he was proud that the Morus had become someone that could be a hero for her people. It was motivation for Czarvaast to become more powerful for the sake of those he could save.

After Scheya and Rilkasha defeated Kovec and assured that there would be no more war between the Morus and Nepheline, Czarvaast finally had the opportunity that he waited for. He requested Amdrus to be positioned as a bodyguard for Roteva’s trade routes with the surface so that he could travel to the above world and begin working towards his own goal. Nowadays it isn’t uncommon for Czarvaast to return from his escort missions with entire bands of Aljani at his back. The above world still isn’t safe for them and defeating Aljani discrimination will not be as simple as defeating one person. Czarvaast realizes this but that does not stop him, with all the time he has on the surface he stands as a proud and powerful Aljani figure. He inspires his people wherever he goes and in his own right has earned the title of hero. Though he does not believe he has earned it the same way the twins have, he still aims to act as a beacon that proves the Aljani as a strong and deserving race.

Akin to his origins as a scout, Rilkasha sometimes meets with Czarvaast to talk about the state of the above world and if he thinks they’re ready to connect with the Morus after all this time. Czarvaast finds out everything he can for her and in return the twins support him and the Aljani however they can so that they can reach happiness as the Morus are on the road to.


King Bauen Amdrus III is the current king of the Dull’s Nepheline territory, a titan of a man who inherited his powerful visage from his grandfather. The Amdrus line attained the level of royalty during the harsh period when the Nepheline were cornered between attacks from Gonel and the border of Morus territory. The previous leading family had been eradicated in an attack and the Nepheline, fortuitous as they were, seemed as if they would crumble without a foundation to stand on. Their cities had to be abandoned and their bodies were becoming numb from the waves of ruthless Morus that came at them.

That was when Amdrus I took charge, a man that stood head and shoulders over the other already large Nepheline. He was formerly a member of the previous royal family’s royal guard but failed to protect them and was barely able to limp away in the wake of one of Gonel’s thoughtless attacks. He was frustrated at his own weakness and fell into a state of depression, until he saw the tragic state that his kind was in. He had no confidence as a speaker, much less as a ruler, but he used what he knew from standing at the last family’s side and rallied the Nepheline to the best of his abilities. His booming words echoed all throughout the caves as he proclaimed that the time for the Nepheline’s last stand had come. On the edge of Morus territory, they would build their final fort that would either prove the impenetrable endurance of the Nepheline or become the grave that marked their last hurrah.

Though Amdrus’ lead, Roteva was constructed even despite the Morus’ frequent attempts to prevent their progress. While his people built, Amdrus stood at the front lines of battle as the first wall of defense that the Morus would have to overcome to even begin scratching the Nepheline’s morale. He battled to redeem himself of the regret that followed him since he failed to protect the last royals. His chest received countless scars as he faced every enemy head on in battle, yet his heart could not be stopped. He earned the title ‘perfectionist of protection’ in his days of battle and lived to know the day when Gonel had been defeated by the heroes. On that day, the Nepheline celebrated and Amdrus was crowned the new king of their people.

Amdrus I lived a long life, each scar on his body only a testament that he lived it to its fullest. After that, his son took over, a relatively normal-sized Nepheline who did not have the same aptitude for battle as his father. He was a strong fighter no doubt but a far cry from the behemoth who acted as a moving fortress in his own right. In this age after Gonel had fallen, Amdrus II focused his efforts mainly in retaking the lands that the Nepheline had lost and rebuilding the homes that were destroyed. Roteva may have become the safest fort city that the Nepheline had ever built but Amdrus II thought it foolish to have all of his people stay in just the one city. While he did not think Roteva’s walls would ever be broken, as a leader he had to consider the what-if. There was no more need to put everything into this one basket, so Amdrus II took the precautions for the Nepheline to fan out and survive should Roteva ever be taken. It also allowed them to return to the mines that they had built and start bringing more valuable resources back to the capital. For his efforts, Amdrus II was given the title ‘perfectionist of recovery’.

Amdrus III was born and grew to resemble the iconic image of Amdrus I. A giant of a Nepheline with powerful body and strong heart. Unlike his father and grandfather before him, Amdrus III was born to an age of security where his people had all but returned to their proud glory. Roteva’s defense had been tried and tested and yet never fell and the cities that were once lost had been rebuilt. In his earliest days, Amdrus III believed that all that was left was to defend against the Morus until their attacks finally ceased. He often argued with his father about the situation with the Morus, not understanding why the Nepheline would not be the ones to attack first even though the Morus had challenged them for so long. He heard the stories of his grandfather and he believed that he was the second coming of that champion of war. He thought himself strong enough to end the battles once and for all, so he gathered a small group of warriors that supported him and set out to Morus territory grossly underarmed.

Amdrus III’s band was easily overwhelmed, Amdrus himself suffered permanent paralysis in his left arm and only he and the woman who dragged him from the battlefield survived. He realized that he was no warrior, no icon for his people like his grandfather or even his father. Many thoughts ran through his mind before he limped his way back to the castle, where he faced an anger that he had never felt before. The bloodlust of the battlefield was nothing compared to the rage of Amdrus II, not because his son had been hurt but because he foolishly wasted Nepheline lives for an idiotic, poorly thought out whim. His father was glad that he survived but he never forgave Amdrus III for those lives that were lost. Amdrus III never forgave himself either, permanently retiring from the battlefield before he had even taken the throne.

After his father’s death, Amdrus III decided that despite the unforgivable mistake that he had made he would achieve some great feat for his people and earn the name of his bloodline. He ended up marrying Ispalla, the Nepheline woman that saved him from the battlefield that day, and she had acted as his sense of reasoning as well as being a member of his royal guard. Together they came to the conclusion that there was one thing that had yet to be restored after Gonel’s reign, which was the trade routes to the world above that the Nepheline were once so proud of. There were people in the above world that still thought the Nepheline had been exterminated in that time and Amdrus III decided to finally expel that rumor. He personally set out on a journey to each of the capital cities of Crobayoris’ countries and offered each resources from the Dull for various above world goods.

After nearly a year on the above world, Amdrus III returned with great news for the future of Nepheline trade. Most of Crobayoris’ countries accepted his offers and the Nepheline would be receiving vast amounts of new and exciting materials to integrate into their society. Even to the current day Amdrus is the one who manages the trade routes personally and has no intention of handing off his legacy so easily. For his efforts, he was given the title ‘perfectionist of trade’.

When Rilkasha came to his castle requesting aid in her goal to liberate the Morus, at first he was doubtful and worried for the young girl. In an instant he remembered the time he threw himself into battle, too young and too unprepared and he lost far too much for it. His first instinct roared at him to turn Rilkasha down, to save her from the mistake that he had made, yet there was something about her that made him reconsider. An absolute sense of purpose and resolve that awakened the young Amdrus III, the one who wanted to make his name by ending the wars with the Morus. He allowed Rilkasha the resources she requested and put his faith wholeheartedly in the young girl, hoping every night that her fate would not be the same as his.

In the time that Rilkasha stayed at his castle, he and Ispalla started to treat her like a daughter. Amdrus felt this air from her, while he had never met his grandfather he believed that Rilkasha exuded the same kind of aura. She was the kind of person that Amdrus III would be proud to see born into his line, so he treated her as such. Rilkasha wasn’t much used to being taken care of so well and for a time was suspicious of the what was basically doting from Amdrus’ end. He did everything to make Rilkasha feel that, no matter what happened, she’d have a home with him and the Nepheline.

On the day that Scheya and Rilkasha succeeded, when word reached the ears of the Nepheline that the timeless battling against the Morus was over, Amdrus called for the biggest celebration his people could possibly hold. Far bigger than when he returned from his trade journey, the pride he felt for Rilkasha was overflowing and it would take a massive outlet for him to fully express his happiness. The celebration went on for days and while Rilkasha was only able to visit once for a short time, Amdrus made absolutely sure to spoil her for every second that she was there.

With an age of peace in sight, Ispalla retired from the royal guard and she and Amdrus decided to have a biological child of their own. While they would have been more than happy to officially inaugurate Rilkasha into their family and make her next in line for Roteva’s throne, they understood that her place was by her sister’s side. Amdrus continues his duties as the perfectionist of trade to the current day and offers Scheya and Rilkasha anything they need for the sake of rebuilding the Morus’ territory. He has expressed an interest in personally visiting Scheya and helping to teach her the ways of trade, as she will need to know as the Morus’ new queen.