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Lucassa “The Wolf” Vatigo

Son to the wolfmother Dimarva Vatigo, Lucassa was given to eccentric and sporadic behavior, some owing such madness to a childhood filled with chaos and bloodshed at the feet of his mother the former queen. He was noted at birth for his half-elven appearance, owing some half of his heritage to some foreign source unknown due to the many intimate meetings between the predatory queen and uncountable consorts. But whatever other was involved in his conception lent him an uncanny serpentine look, one of thin, pale features utterly without color. All of him aside from his piercing emerald eyes and shadowy, wavy raven hair was described as paler than the moon he seemed to worship and fear, often times clearly changing around entire event schedules depending on the lunar phase of it's date. It was through these actions that many came to wonder just how much of a wolf he was, many whispering rumors of lycanic curses and untoward stories of murders of a most viscous manner being covered over by the royal guard themselves. Many people blamed the sudden disappearances of dozens of peasants every full moon upon the strange minded prince in surely hushed tones and even those closest to him seemed to tell tales of Lucassa himself falling into loud, agonized fits behind secured doors on the same nights, often followed by inhuman sounds and endless nocturnal hours of thrashing against the tightly secured doors of his his chamber, the then-king himself demanding that he be bound to his room with none other to bare witness to his "transformations" and it was an inevitable escape that many guards said to have awaited, hoping the king might leap through the secured bars of his window rather than to finally burst through the doors they so often barricaded and guarded at their backs. It was only in the early hours of morning that one might finally open the doors to the king's chamber only to find it destroyed entirely, strewn with the blood of faceless carcasses and countless bloodied feathers from his bed covering every surface of his bedchamber from the tiled floor to the arched ceiling high above. But yet again, while popular among those who were relatively close to the king, such stories are unsupported by any hard evidence and one can only hope that the confession of his mother that her son was born of a direwolf's womb and a dark demigod's seed are just as fabricated of madness and paranoia. It was not old age which would take the half-elven Wolfking of Mardonia at last but a sudden, mysterious death. They say that after his passing in the prime of his long half-elven life that all of his wolves were set free into the wilds around his capital city of Crerno-Sunce, the king's body never allowed to be seen or visited before it was put to rest in a stone tomb now sealed with powerful magics. Some rumor, though, that long after his death, the king still secretly roamed at night with his wolves, finally free of the city's walls and allowed to kill along the countryside unhindered as his true and terrible self.

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En Atlahuilco conforman planilla del PES sin “consulta”, inconformes acudirán a oficinas del INE

En Atlahuilco conforman planilla del PES sin “consulta”, inconformes acudirán a oficinas del INE

 Por: Jacinto Romero Flores Atlahuilco, Veracruz. – En plena efervescencia electoral se dio un hecho inusitado en este municipio, al descubrirse que el Partido Encuentro Solidario (PES) que dirige en el estado Gonzalo Guízar Valladares utilizo nombres de personas para conformar planillas, si el consentimiento de cada una de ellas. En tono molesto la señora Mardonia Jaramillo Flores y su nuera…

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The Lordhelm

The Lordhelm were (now long dead and disbanded by common Mardonian record) a group of elites formed near the end of the Mardonian Crusades for the sole purpose of enforcing worship of the ancient lords of old as well as the gods they served with the threat of death. They were a roaming death squad of nearly all human men and few halfbreeds and women in between. The Lordhelm was a sure sign of coming terror for when they were spotted nearby, entire towns might flee into the wild only to come back to their towns and churches burned and inhabited by terrible beasts bred into existence by Titus’ guild of mages as demons to “torture the unworthy and filthy heathens of his empire”. They were the first steps in Titus Vatigo’s malformed plans to enforce a religious martial law state over all humanity and presumably all other peoples he would allow to live under his rule both in Centralia and wherever his gaze would fall unto next. They were commanded to kill on site any and all that Titus deemed a threat to the empire of blood and hatred he had built, people such as local mystics, unsightly were-creatures, and beastmen just to list a few. Upon hearing that his final destination, his ultimate goal, was to bring the lords back down from heaven to witness his kingdom, it was the Lordhelm of his royal court that stood aside as the other members of his court struck him down, lynching the mad tyrant in cold blood-or so the story goes. Some say it was Titus’ son himself who orchestrated the death of the emperor, others claim the leader of the Lordhelm was to blame. It’s unclear just who put this coup into motion, but many say that were it not for the death of Titus Vatigo, everyone in Centralia would be speaking southern Mardonian to this very day from the Southern Frostcrown to the northern coasts of Verdon. The only remnants of the Lordhelm that were not tried and put to death for their crimes had been exiled from the capital state of Mardonia and have gone unnamed, their identities stricken from record in an effort to wipe away a part of the past only the size of a teardrop in an ocean of viscera and death.

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Titus Vatigo, First King Of The New World, Tyrant Of The Crusades

When the lords retreated from rule over man, there was nobody left who would dare take their places as leaders, for the fear of retaliation from their eternals was grand and grim all the same, the gripping terror striking down any sense of a need for power. But there was one man who knew that if men were to remain in fear for all their existance that the likes of mortals would never change, stagnating in their filth of a single, unwavering zeitgeist of fear and superstitious zeal. The man named Titus Vatigo seized the hands of the people of Centralia and guided them right into a new age as he seeked to unify them with not fear but knowledge. This knowledge he searched far and wide for, scouring the lands for a legendary source of intellect that his bloodline carried down from the days of glory before the lords struck the likes of man down from their high perch. It was told in hushed stories that man had risen up from groveling in their filth once before at the start of time when one of the many early mortals found a vent that led deep into the earth, a cave that went all the way down to the heart of the god of the earth himself, one that contained the whispers of the zen titan's dreams and deep thoughts. This unnamed primordial had listened to the many whispers of the earth and learned the truths of all existence and in turn led other mortals into the 'Mouth Of Terabius' where they too would learn the world intimately. Those few who were enlightened by the voices spread this intimate knowledge of everything to others and so allowed all of man to advance quickly into a miniature age of enlightenment where even the most common man could wield the powers of sorcery. But alas this allowed man to fall too easily into the clutches of the abyss, their magical endeavors into light having reached a bottleneck that spread out into intense studies of the dark witcheries that were once discovered by Mourgan herself. This pursuit of dubious mystical machinations drew the attention of the guys and in their fearing for the future of man cauzed them to sick dogma upon them all. It was in this age of enforced dark that the Mouth Of Terabius was was destroyed and hidden away from man. But Vatigo knew in his heart that if there was a mouth there was as well another entry into the mind of a god, one he had searched for in secrecy until he unearthed what he believed to be the Orifice Of Earth, the secondary entrance into the womb of Terabius' dreams, and upon entering the realm of zen which had overcome the raging titan's mind Titus Vatigo was assaulted with the knowledge of creation or at least what little of it the titan was conscious enough to absorb. Titus saw the millenias long moments of time in which the gods created the everything. It was an overwhelming knowledge that sank it's fangs into his brain like a snake, seeping it's soporific enlightenment into his every thought and granting him the wisdom of the ancients who rose up high above the mortal spectrum of knowledge like a mighty phoenix. With this wisdom rediscovered, Titus slipped into power over the entire continent, unifying the people under the banner of New Centralia and bringing them a long awaited dawn. In his ruling, he wrote but one holy gospel that foretold of everything from the Allmother's eternal dream of life to the fall of the first man. But it's told through the dark gospels written by worshippers of death and chaos that in his fear of what the people could not handle knowing that Titus had many things stricken from the gospel which he had himself dubbed The Somnifery. These passages and chapters of the Somnifery that told of man's many stumbles and downfalls and close encounters with darkness on their way from the sea to land were hunted down and burned, it was made punishable by death to mention them but still they were gathered up in secrecy and turned into a second book, one much darker and foreboding in it's view of the universe. This was known as the Deep Tome, a book still just as taboo as murder and rape and to some minds just as haunting... This Deep Tome was preached in secret to those with perverse minds who would seek the forbidden knowledge for themselves through a church of the abyss, one started underground by a blind prophet, an ancient woman known only as The Dark Matron said to be descendant from the terrible right hand of Darkest Son, Marqus. Her dark, undying bloodline ran over with horrid acts of defilement against the gods. Titus grew incredibly afraid of this church that he knew was rising up in pockets all over his expansive kingdoms, but he could do nothing to stop it. Between the other religions of the world who worshiped lesser gods spawned from the great gods of the Somnifery and the worshippers of evil who wanted nothing less than the destruction of existence itself, Emperor Vatigo began a crusade throughout centralia to eliminate the threats to his empire built on the fragmented and skewed memories of an intoxicated god titan. It was a crusade that some might say did almost as much damage to the world as the Lordfall, with it's seemingly unending centuries of bloodshed that would follow long after Vatigo would have passed, the elf who reached for the sun only to cast it's fire across the land being both renowned and feared even as his kingdoms fractured into the separate bodies of the spiritually liberal Verdon and the ethically stoic Mardonia. While the crusades may have slowed to a near stop before then, the splitting of the states caused an uproar in the war efforts and so Centralia would be plunged neck deep into violent bloodshed once more, an event dubbed The New Crusades, even if the war had never truly ended the first time. It was a rise in warfare that truly marked itself as a whole new war. It would not be until the seemingly unaging King Vatigo The Greater would be assassinated by the very small congress of warlords he'd commanded from his high throne that the war would lose steam with his far less  glorious son King Vatigo Matovi The Lesser in power. It was this event that gave the armies of Verdon the morale based second wind they needed to fend off the last remnants of the old kingdom that ruled the overbearing kingdom of Mardonia. But it was not Verdon alone that fended the tyrannical rule of Mardonia but the northeastern provinces of mardonia that complete the upper crescent of Mardonian land that cupped Verdon like a tightly gripping hand, these lands that were practically riddled with LIberalia rebels who wanted to be free from the tyranny of a tight fisted and corrupt zealot's failed protege. These many land would soon fall to the rule of once rebellious head figure from the northern named Anthony Kurthlane, forming the new kingdom of Kurth (formerly Kurthlund or Kuthis depending on Verdoni or Mardonian texts). Verdon fought long and hard alongside Kurth, Verdon acting as a supplier of wartime  resources to Kurth in the centuries long conflict for religious independence that only ended when Mardonia was at death's door, holding in place not like a wall but a barrier of corpses,n bloodshed, guilt, and pity fueling a joint decision to end all conflict without the destruction of a kingdom that had clearly been beaten into submission so badly that to this very day the conflict is still clearly recorded in many libraries in books old enough to themselves be considered discounted as tomes of legend. This end to a hellish conflict was recorded on a doctrine dubbed the Tribunal Annulment, a doctrine that stated that all parties be forgiven indefinitely of their sins in conflict against one another. The Annulment would consist of various rules and regulations on how each kingdom was to look upon the other in that none of the three lands were to truly gaze upon the other unfavorably without the approval of yet another kingdom in the condemning of the accused land's actions. This document was transcribed four times, each copy of the document carefully guarded in the capital of each kingdom and in the central hall of the Centrale Embassy, a meeting place for royal ambassadors of the many regions, parishes, villages, and cities of the Centrale Kingdoms. Nowadays the kingdoms waver on the edge of total peace and an uneasy alignment, with Mardonia and Verdon barely able to look at each other and Kurth stuck in the crossfire of such a passive aggressive relationship being held up by the needs of each’s own people.

#War #dark ages #TItus Vatigo #KIngs #History #Lore #Verdon #Mardonia #Kurth #Centralia #Lords #Lordfall #Terabius

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Mardonia, in this Jupiter by the trees profit being ripened shed their own.

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Lady Dimarva “ The Wolfmother” Vatigo

Third heir to the Vatigo Crown and first queen of the Mardonian Empire, Lady Dimarva vatigo was known simply in history as The Wolfmother for her obsession with blood and dire-wolves. Being unable to have children, she spent most of her life as the head of a puppy mill, breeding only the largest beasts she could handle and creating a new species of wolf known nowadays as a Grand Dimarva, a breed of dire-wolf as black as coal with ruby eyes and ivorey fangs like curved daggers. It was this type of beast that she brought with her to court when she was made new heir to the Vatigo Crown and it was this sort of beast that she would nurse to health herself off of her own teat. She had given birth to many stillborn infants in her time, unable to carry a pregnancy past the second trimester before her womanhood would seemingly give out, leaving her body thickened, slightly sagged, and heavy with milk. But it was with this milk that she would grow a large ‘family’ of her great canines, each one trained fiercely for obedience and nurtured as if they were her own flesh and blood. It was the act of openly breastfeeding a pup in her court, breast bared before all as she carefully followed their eyes knowingly that lent her the appearance of full on madness. Those allowed words with her were made to ascend into an alcove at the foot of her upraised throne, a den for her children built right under her gaze and a massive glass ceiling. There many deaths would take place during her rule over Mardonia, her wolves able to kill and devour a full audience of seven men on command in just under the half hour. Many were fed to the wolves in this fashion before her own lusting eyes, eyes that flickered with hungers both vicious and carnal. She was known as a wolfess of many kind. She had been hungry for the blood of her enemies as well as for their vigor and virility. It’s said through her active exploits and intimate encounters with countless men who knew better than to 'deny their queen’ under the penalty of an ugly, slow death that the Vatigo bloodline could have been propagated by any number of suitors taken within the queen’s frock, but only Dimarva herself had an answer as to the sudden and awaited birth of a child of dark hair and emerald eyes that was confessed by Dimarva herself to have been born-through dark sorceries-of the womb of her most fertile dire-bitch upon her deathbed. True the queen had been speculated as truly mad beyond measure, but not she could never lie about her son could she? Some did whisper about having witnessed Dimarva herself attempting communion with dark spirits late at night, moaning and gyrating in the open air, utterly nude and surrounded in her wolf den by her 'children’ who would be just outside of a candle-lined mystic circle. But even such hushed whispers may still be silenced completely by the royal family and nationalist advocates. BY the time such news had gotten out, Dimarva’s firstborn was already old enough to claim the crown, carrying on the rule of the Vatigo blood…

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