PreludeOrilian Iranon aka Mikloshe n'v'Dyster d'Camilla to'Jasner ti'Hendrake v'Jenner
Fourth Earl of Jasner, Prince of Chaos, Keeper of the Logrus
"If you have come this far, you must be curious about my tale, and I assure you it is a curious one. Like most stories of this kind, it began long ago - with the madness of my uncle, Dengerin, murderer and heir to his father, Balistus, the First Earl of Jasner. For those interested in the gory details, that's another epic altogether. However, his actions left me homeless, Houseless, and in the capably conjured hands of the necromantic construct called Tibinder, stranded within an ancestral holding known as Alchera. It was there that I was found and fostered by the Vryolaka, brutal natives of the dark side of that divided Shadow of eternal day and eternal night. Taken into one of the Clutches of the highest Fold, I was raised as their own, learning their customs and ways. When the magicks that had animated Tibinder began to fade, he told me of the life which was lost to me, that my destiny laid beyond this world, and with this knowledge I found the long forgotten shadowpath which had first brought me to Alchera ... and crossed through.
Those following years were lost to me, still are, even after all that has come to pass.
The earliest recollections I can piece together are memories of the Hall of Mirrors, discovering the Worlds' End Bar, as so many others had, drawn by some inexplicable force. I had the name of one man upon my lips, though no knowledge of its significance, whether this was the fellow who could provide the answer to my dilemma, an amnesiac void which now stretched back the span of my life, or mayhaps he was even the one responsible for my sorry state. Regardless, the name drew attention, leading me into the care of the person who would help me piece together my past, reclaim the link to my homeland, and give back the family that was stripped from me by my uncle's folly. The name was Mandor, the one who took me in was Jenner, son of Mandor, Lord of Hendrake, Knight of the Serpent, and King of Chaos."
"Livewired and fully-jacked, it seems the latter part of those lost years was spent in Seattle, a punked-out cyberfantasy Shadow, and I had the neuralware to show for it. What I've pieced together seems to indicate that I was a cyberspace sorcerer of some sort, a 'decker in the local parlance, with interface sockets riddling the side of my head, running right through to my brain. To make matters worse, something had shorted out. The resulting damage should have been enough to flatline me, but instead it had fried my memories and, to a great extent, my personality. Jenner, whose true identity I had not even begun to suspect, removed the damaged tissue and repaired me with his own flesh and blood. Accepting me into his House and heart, he became the father I never had, and formally named me his son. For many it would have been enough to simply live in the shadow of such a man, follow in the wake of what he had built and achieved. But I would not do Popa that dishonor. Seeking the truth of my past, I learned that the others who had survived the self-destruction of the House of my birth were uniting to rebuild what was sundered. I joined with them in this task, and the line of Jasner was once more recognised as a Noble House of Chaos, though merely of Petty standing for its past crimes and battered strength. With the lead of Eltanan, my cousin and Third Earl of Jasner, those lost could finally return home. There were eight of us, then: Aeristal and her son Eltanan, his daughter Rinaen and son Artemis, their aunt Drinswyn, Lorelei, my half-brother Raphael and myself. Unfortunately, the inner politics of the past would not sleep, and an ancient family secret, The Leviathan Project, came to a head. In defence of the Earldom, Eltanan, with whom I had become oathbrother, faced these ghosts and vanished with them, leaving me the House Signet Ring and as the Fourth Earl of Jasner ever since."
"My first fling was with sorcery, but my true love will always be the Sign. Around the time of my ascent to House Lord, I assayed the Logrus, that mindbending journey of body and mind which forever attunes one to the Serpent's greatest gift to the Children of Chaos. After the death of the former Grand-Adept, I also took the reigns of the RSS, as it is oft referred, the Royal Society for Sorcery and Artifice. Under my guidance and with the assistance of many of the greatest sorcerers and conjurers throughout Shadow, we have built what still remains the most established and respected Society of mystical studies in the Courts or beyond. I became a de facto tutor in the mysteries of the Sign of Chaos, like my sister before me, and while teaching I learned as well, excelling in the shifting arts that are innate to those of us from the Courts. Subsequently, I was appointed Royal Waysmaster during the reign of King Cecilia I, a title I continue to hold under King Rasputin I. In this capacity, I found myself directing the Royal Waysmaster's Guild, an organization existing to promote knowledge and excellence in Waysmastery and Shadowmastery, talents and skills essential to the aesthetic and technical design and development of Ways, the montage masterpieces of Chaosian architecture that provide the mainstay of Court residences. What followed soon after were two of the greatest honours in my lifetime: House Jasner was promoted to Minor status by the Council of Lords and I was selected as Keeper of the Logrus. During my time as Keeper, I have had the privilege of leading some of the finest nobles in Chaos to face that eternal Sigil, the primordial construct that allows us to glimpse the Serpent as the very Serpent, in turn, regard us. With my free time, when availed to me, I often engage in an old hobby of mine, painting, both as distraction as well as for practical purpose. Being Director of Student Affairs at the El San Diablo School of Fine Arts, I have even been known to take on the rare dedicated student in the coveted deeper secrets of paint and pasteboard."
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