House Info Family Name: Rokranon (ROCK-rah-non) Motto: "Even the mighty fall." ("Vel validus cado.") Colors: Purple, Silver, and Gold Coat of Arms: Argent, a phoenix purpure launged, beaked and emerging from flame or.
Interests:
Defense
Charity
Healing
Divination
Magical Research
Goals:
Serve the as duty calls. Defend the weak and helpless, wherever they may be found. Help the less fortunate through setting good examples and charitable public works.
Allies:
Lord's Alliance
Order of the Radiant Heart
Triadic Churches
Church of Lathander
Flaming Fist
Doron Amar Clan Ironfaar (Defunct) Istari Tower (former Weave Masters) (Defunct)
Enemies:
Church of Shar
Church of Bhaal
Church of Bane
Zhentarim
Drow
Red Wizards of Thay
Other Evil Entities
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House History
The Rokranon family rose to modest power in Tethyr many centuries ago. A generous line of paladins and goodly clerics, they lost a great deal of their acquired fortune through charity, and moved up to Athkatla in Amn in an attempt to rebuild. While there, approximately eight generations ago, the family of what was now sellswords and armed guards earned the ire of a red dragon - one that decimated the family in the fighting that followed.
The patriarch of the family at the time, Morus, turned to necromancy in the form of raising his fallen family and warriors in order to attempt to defeat the dragon. This horribly evil act turned his own son, Harwin I, against him. Through the aid of family allies, Harwin I managed to finally slay the dragon, and defeat his twisted father both. With his dying breath, Morus cursed Harwin I and his progeny. As a result, Harwin I saw his own sons die save one. His son saw the same. So it went from generation to generation: one son would live to carry on the name, while all others would die out before having any children of their own. Harwin I's twin sister, Doriah I, did not suffer this fate. The great love of her life was a celestial archon, and the child born from that union was kept low-key to keep him safe. The female line continued on relatively untouched through the centuries.
The male line suffered greatly. As the curse became known, no one wanted to marry into the family. Eventually one lone paladin, Calden, was left, old and weary, who found a sickly elven maiden who loved him back. Their child, the half-elf Aranathon, was the last true Rokranon. Aranathon never found a wife of his own, but took up the life of a ranger, adopting many children of different races. Two of these were Jonas and Kelorin, aasimar boys from Tethyr who Aranathon later learned were actually descended from Doriah I in the female line of Rokranons. Surmising that the curse would die with him, Aranathon groomed Jonas (the more agreeable of the twins) to take his place. The half-elf discovered a modest deposit of mithral and retired to just outside Athkalta, entering into business as a merchant.
Jonas' life is detailed elsewhere, but his path changed when Torm called upon him to serve as a paladin as his ancestors of old served Tyr and Helm. Serving in Amn for over a decade, his eventual deeds and service to Baldur's Gate were rewarded with title of nobility after the Bhaalist War. House Rokranon has since claimed its place in the hierarchy of the city.
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Charraj wrote:Charraj slips both drawings into folders and calls for a courier. "Send this one to the Temple of... whatever god Jonas Rokranon worships. And take this folder to the White Mask Theater. Don't get them mixed up, or I'm enchanting your next meal with magical laxatives!
". . . Just kidding!" Charraj grins. His grin vanishes. "But seriously, don't screw this up!"
Sir Jonas Rokranon is sitting at his desk in the temple of Torm when the courier delivers the portrait of Alistaria. The paladin had been staring vacantly at the paperwork on his desk, scratching at the new beard he hasn't quite gotten used to yet. His lavender eyes come alive as he takes in every detail of the portrait of his wife. After a time, the aasimar hangs it on the wall, and then heads out in search of the wizard Charraj, knowing full well he owes the mage a hefty sum for the commission.
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Madison finds Sir Jonas once again, looking a bit haggard again due to lack of sleep. His former squire's eyes gaze upon him as if trying to search his mind before she lets a sincere smile reveal her compassion for him.
"Good afternoon, Sir Jonas. Pardon my interruption, but I was thinking about what we had talked about last night. Both the heavy weighted things as well as the things that are new, refreshing, exciting for you and your family's future. It is the latter in which I would approach you on now."
She looks once again at his face, seeing the dark circles under his eyes.
"I believe you could use some help in the preparations of your house. You said so as much. I would like to put my candidacy in for an official position in House Rokranon...to get the stone rolling, so to speak. I have drafted letters to be sent in all directions asking for aid from various guilds including Ironfar, Doron Amar, and Istari Tower. I can draft others to be sent to whomever you like...perhaps ask for help from those in Candlekeep as well. In fact, I believe I will go ahead and do that. I am sure many will answer the call as many love you and hope to see House Rokranon succeed, and we will have your carpenters, masons, craftsmen, sculptors, and all the necessary accessories to create a home both inviting and breathtaking, fit for a Noble of Baldur's Gate."
She finishes her semi-prepared speech and looks to Sir Jonas and awaits his response after her long-winded speech.
The elder paladin seems rather surprised to see Madison again so soon, and even more surprised at her offer. After the young woman finishes, Jonas remains silent for a short time while he puts his thoughts in order.
"Your loyalty honors me greatly, Madison. I don't have the words to tell you what it means to me. I have been blessed with some truly amazing friends in my life.
I have spoken to my old friend Arivain about this nobility business extensively. It is all rather foreign to me, since nobility is generally something passed down generation to generation, and I was not born into it. He has suggested I name someone to a position something like a seneschal, in order to assist me in running the House and make decisions when I am unable to. I trained you. I trust you. I think, although the office will be foreign to you at first, that this is something you will be able to help me with. This goes beyond merely the construction of the stronghold we wish to see raised. You would be responsible for speaking for me at times, and handling business transactions in my name. Any financial distributions done in my name would be paid by you using my funds.
I know these things do not seem at first within the realm of a paladin, but knights are frequently called upon for such position because of the necessary trust in the post. Does this sound like something you would be willing to undertake, Madison?"
She cannot help but crack a wide smile as she hears his response. She considers the words carefully before speaking.
Bowing her head to him,
"Yes, Sir Jonas, I am more than willing to do so."
Mulciber wrote:Over the last few days, rumors began to spread of red dragons in the countryside around Amn. Commoners speak of secret dragons walking in human form, causing them to cheat on their wives and steal their neighbor's livestock. The Flaming Fist has yet to apprehend such a beast, if they even exist.
Furthering the rumors, local merchants in Baldur's Gate have started loudly decrying that this foul menace will take well-armed champions. Supplies of fire resistance items and potions are beginning to sell out, even as local merchants increase their prices. The merchants have stated that shortages are expected.
A group of street peddlers were quickly arrested for selling "dragon slaying elixirs" made from common ingredients.
A common farmer was heard saying at the Elfsong Tavern, "The nobility hasn't made a squeek about this and the Fist can't catch 'em. We're all going to be dragon food!"
Madison finds Sir Jonas and addresses the above issues.
I would like to address the issue facing the people of Baldur's Gate regarding the increased tension of the Red Dragon, Klauth. If you have a moment I would like to brainstorm ideas with you.
(( Just letting you guys know OOC that i am back again for the summer and will be playing casual-regularly again. Though only if i can actually get on the server, it seems to be perpetually full the last few days.))
Rennec Rokranon, Chosen of Helm, Retired for now
Isra Wynterborne, Necromancer Hunter
Rask, The Lich, Retired
S.Ravenpath, collector and author of tall tales.
Nathka Blacksand - Khazark of the Enclave
Richter Bedevere - The Reveler and enjoyer of fine wines
Charraj wrote:Auriel, commissioned by Jonas Rokranon as a wedding gift for Valerius Rokranon.
This portrait arrives at Jonas' office in an envelope, dated back two weeks. It apparently was mailed out before Charraj went missing, but got a little lost in the mail.
Upon receipt, Jonas inspects it for several long moments, nods to himself, and promptly forwards it on to his oath-brother, Valerius.
"Now I have yet another reason to find Charraj, to pay him."
*Faberge arrives at the doors of the house, Doriah Rockranon slung over his shoulder, both soaked in rain. Out of breath, he pushes the last flicker of energy into three hard knocks on the door, shouting for Sir Jonas Rockranon. He would then turn to Doriah, adjusting his support to best comfort her*
You alright lass? *Curses* Now's the opportune moment for a little medical knowledge, and I know none! I do hope those potions have done something. *Wrinkles his nose*
Sir Jonas Rockranon! Your daughter is in my arms and needs attendance! She also needs protection and safety! Right now! Rather urgent! I might also add, please don't smite me! This is hardly what it looks like! In fact I'll explain right now. I was adventuring with your daughter when apparently a few of your men plucked her from our fun and ordered her back to you. Your daughter then ran into a cave infested with trolls, just by Candlekeep, where they then pursued her. I eventually found the group deep inside the cave, shooting her as well as binding and beating her! I followed the group out of the cave, which then lead to a rather unexpected turn of events. The three attackers, two men and one woman, the ones who kidnapped your daughter, quickly turned hostile after I refused to let them transport her any further. All three are dead, I left their bodies by the road as I sped your daughter here! One was a fighter... wielded two blades, and had the ability to slip into shadows quite efficiently. The other was a warlock, the other a female who I cannot put a description on, however, she did know how to operate a bow quite well!
*Faberge continues his rant until answered, where further action would be pursued*
Alistaria answers the door and is rather taken aback by the scene. After a quick assessment of Doriah, she ushers the two to the Temple of Ilmater as the house has not yet been built and she wanted to keep the eyes of the children off of the spectacle. Once there, Ali tends to Doriah's wounds before finally looking Faberge over, himself. "Jonas is currently working but would love to hear your accounting of events." She smooths Doriah's hair away from her face as the young girl rests and recovers from her wounds. "I will send a runner to the Temple of Torm and bring him here. Please feel free to stay and get warm. The soup kitchen will be opening soon so you can get something to eat. Thank you for your help, Sir. We appreciate you bringing our daughter back to us." Ali continues to pray over her step daughter in soothing tones while waiting for Jonas to arrive.
Life is an amazing journey full of lessons to learn. One such lesson is that anything worth having must be earned, otherwise it is taken for granted and tossed aside on a whim.
The young woman regain conciousness as Faberge yells for help near the door of the orphanage.
"I.. I can walk."
She slowly drops down the man's shoulder to her feets, and falls to her knees shortly. She coughs a bit of blood, even though the most of her wounds, the mortal ones, had been healed by the magical fluid. Her leather armor is nearly half destroyed at the height of her stomach, and she holds a purple cloak to cover herself. After a few moments, trying to get back her breath, she glances up to Faberge. Her eyes white's are reddish, and her cheeks are covered in a mixture of dirt and dried tears.
"Thank you.."
She offers him a kind smile, before falling back down in uncounciousness.
Akira Chizi - Ewww! Was that an orc? EWWW!
Doriah Rokranon - Ranger of Eldath who.. enjoys to help lost adventurers.
Faberge stands in his everyday clothing, wet, dirty, torn, burnt and slightly blood stained, nodding at your words. "Thank you kindly, I uh..." Both his hands tug and brush away the hair sticking to his face, the beads hanging from his hair jingle with his movement. "I'll sit over here for a while... Don't mind it, my legs... no offence miss Doriah, feel like cake." Faberge takes a seat by the closest table, laying down on his back with a content sigh as he plops a large sack of gold onto his chest, holding quite the grin.
The runner apparently has little trouble finding Jonas, as it is not long before the paladin arrives at the Sanctuary of Ilmater, throwing the door open with a countenance mixed of concern and outrage. His hawk-like gaze sweeps the room, taking note of Faberge grinning, his daughter's state, and Alistaria praying over her. Few strides are needed to bring the knight to his daughter's side. Jonas gently touches her forehead and cheek, though seems to trust his wife's healing skills as he does not check Doriah over any more than that cursory review.
