Frankell is a name associated with craftsmanship and ancient martial techniques. Their family crest is an axe and a blacksmith’s hammer laid over a skull. This symbol perfectly encompasses the Frankell’s claim to fame. It is said their line dates back to the humans of Goaranor, and are among the original settlers of Nylevran.
The family has spread greatly since then. When the merchant lords travelled northwest, an auspicious Frankell arms maker went with them. When Sorianeth took Delrin by storm, he brought a young Frankell as his personal armorer. The rest, however, stayed to see to their homeland of Nylevran. Today, things are good for the Frankell family.
Eric Frankell is the patriarch of the family's Delrish branch. They say the man is impossibly tall and wields many weapons into battle. He is the leader of King Jargos Vulkan’s Crown Vigil, as well as an accomplished craftsman. Despite following the monarch around, he owns a small and prestigious forge.
Cecilia Frankell is the matriarch of the Nylevranian branch. Like her cousin in the north, she too runs a blacksmith in the city of Valencia. Her massive foundry is famous for how quickly it can put out quality steel. Despite her relatively small stature, her ability to hammer metal is unrivaled. She has earned quite the reputation for herself by innovating weapon production.
Pierre Frankell is the patriarch of the Yvorian branch. He is a relatively wealthy merchant, dealing in the weapons trade. His company, Hammermark Arms, has business across all of Cyrdoma. Many have criticised him for selling to the Ogaitnans throughout the years, though he defends himself by claiming lack of ignorance.
Even in The War of Black Dawn, the hero Lukien Frankell was instrumental in taking down the death God. Honorable and proud, the Frankell family is one of rich history. With a well practiced trade, they have ensured success for many generations to come.
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Yvoria is a nation that rose from the success of another. When a merchant class finally arose in early Nylevran, a desire for more grew. Those with an eye for power traveled northwest and came across a flat and fertile landscape ripe for the taking. Establishing the coast hub and capital city of Port Caeryn, Yvoria quickly prospered.
Using the fertile land, vast amounts of crops were grown and sold. To this day, it remains as Yvoria’s main export. In time, vast gold mines were found across the plains. After developing a self-sustaining economy, the merchant roots of the country came back out. Port Caeryn quickly became the largest market on all of Vinadorin. You can find anything there!
A Merchant King or Queen rules over the people for ten year terms. They are elected by an elusive council of trade lords. Their sole duty is to ensure the economic prosperity of the country and safety of the common people. While the monarch can establish new laws, they are forbidden from changing term limits.
With such a huge emphasis on trade, the country has maintained prosperity. Though, in this, they have not become complacent. This wealthy nation has built a sizable navy and military. Far from the largest in each, they are still quite the force to be reckoned with. All-in-all, Yvoria is a robust and successful nation.
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I never talk much about my homeland of Khalggorn. I find it hard to discuss, as my saturation of Nylevranian culture has left me very much at odds with them. I’m a Dwarf and, at the end of the day, I love beer. Have ever since I could walk. My mama could make a mean milk stout. Today, I think we’ll take a look back at several brews to be found across the Dwarven homeland.
Each of the main Dwarven clan is famous for a unique ale. Based on where they reside, their beer can change wildly. The process starts with barley, hops, water, and yeast. From there, it can be enriched with any number of ingredients. That’s where the real magic happens. The secrets are lost on me, but the flavor is not.
The Malden clan, residing in the far north, is famous for creating an ale with nutrient rich soil. The earth is gathered and refined, then left to ferment with the rest of the concoction.
The Jyhkbol clan, residing in the heartland of Khalggorn, makes a beer from yamak fat. The fat is cut off the raw meat and left to boil until it becomes liquid. Bold flavor from that.
The Thunderkegs, residing in the east, have an unorthodox method. Facing heavy storms blowing in from the Hygorrian Ocean, the Thunderkegs leave barrels of already fermented beer out in the storm. Submerging a cap with a lightning rod on it, the storms strike the rods and give the beer a fizzy taste.
The Doraen clan, residing in the south, have a selection of brews crafted from fruits. Blueberry or apple spice, they’ve got it. The produce are mashed up fine and what’s left is poured into the fermenting barrels.
Finally, the Whelan clan is known for their seafaring lifestyle. With a large fishing population, it was only natural they make a beer with fish oil. Sometimes, they sneak a bit of honey in. The high alcohol content make it pack a punch!
There are many other clans, with an infinite number of brews. Unfortunately, I’m not as much of a Dwarven beer connoisseur as I’d like to think I am. While I do miss the wild variety, I’ve grown comfortably numb with the human brews. They lack innovation, but their appreciation is admirable.
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P.S. - My favorite is the static ale from the Thunderkegs. I just had to play favorites.
Nine-hundred and twenty years ago, a young Sorianeth Trumonde journeyed to the icy peninsula of Delrin with a small army. He had been sent by his grandfather, the mighty soulwarped hero Aevitas Trumonde, to bring peace to the warring Kaevalonian tribes that had settled there. With a great deal of aggression inside of him, he was hellbent on destroying his enemies.
It took Sorianeth all of three years to bring the barbarian tribes to heel. Near the end, some surrendered, rather than face his might. It came down to him and Skaalgorm the Iron King, facing off in an open field. Though he took the man’s leg, he was merciful. Sorianeth had plans contrary to why he had been sent there initially.
Taking the barbarian King’s daughter as his bride, the young man crowned himself as the first King of a unified Delrin. He ordered a great capital city to be built immediately. With a legion of soldiers, who had grown incredibly loyal to him, and a horde of subjugated tribes, he could withstand any retaliation that his home may launch against him. Fortunately, it never came.
Sorianeth was a firm ruler, establishing and enforcing laws upon a lawless people, he was dubbed "the Breaker". He and his wife had three children, who continued on the Trumonde royal line. A real integration of the Nylevranians that had come with him and the Kaevalonian people took many generations, but led to the strong Delrish people of today.
While the Trumonde’s of Nylevran faded to time, the Trumonde Kings of Delrin were forever immortalized as great leaders. The line is now at its end, and the final Trumonde as Queen, the Vulkan line has been placed into power. While Jargos has thus proven a great leader, the Trumonde mold could never be shaken from the country and the hearts of its people.
Today, Delrin and Nylevran bear no ill will against one another. Ironically, the Delrish play a large part in the High Court. The younger prince of Delrin, Benjamin Vulkan, recently studied law here. He was a bright young man. I believe you can always talk things over, as Nylevran should have done with Sorianeth. That was nearly a millennium ago, yet I still feel the strained relationship could have been avoided entirely.
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