Personal History of Paran Lotharia

Family Legend

Shortly after being granted dominion over the lands that came to be Lotharia the Lady Lotharia was out collecting certain wild flowers and herbs for her use in the arcane arts. Her searching led her into an unexplored region of the forested countryside when she was set upon by a great green wyrm of ancient but indeterminate age. The Lady was a skilled and accomplished practitioner, but she was not prepared for such a fierce predator so near to their newly founded settlement and so she fled. She sought refuge in a narrow crevice and the dragon pursued crashing through tree limbs and uprooting a trail through the woods.

The crevice was only a few score of yards deep and would have offered little protection from the dragon’s noxious breath, but the Lady was saved by the intervention of magnificent unicorn stallion who pierced the wyrm through its wing and flank. The stallion was struck down in turn by the enraged wyrm. The unicorn’s horn snapped off during the brief, vicious struggle and pinned the dragon’s wing to its side preventing its flight. The dragon, grievously wounded, retreated to its lair — a cavern on at the edge of a narrow river canyon — a number of miles away by crawling and dragging its bulk through the forest.

After she related her ordeal to the Lord Lotharia he rode out at once with his eldest son and their assembled host of armsmen to dispatch the beast. They followed the destruction through the forest and found its hidden lair quite simply. The wyrm was labouring severely to breathe and the Lord and his men fell upon it without mercy. The unicorn’s body was laid to rest where it had fallen. The Lord took the unicorn’s horn from the dragon’s side a hoard of platinum, mithril and gold and the dragon’s scales for himself. From the horn he fashioned a matched pair of masterwork mithril longswords using a length of the unicorn’s spiral horn as the grip. They were enchanted and empowered by his wife with one bearing greater enchantments and the other a lesser power.

The more powerful sword was carried by the Lord Lotharia and by convention the one with the lesser enchantment was wielded by his heir. The point of the unicorn’s horn was fashioned into a stiletto dagger carried henceforth by the Lady Lotharia. Only the heir’s sword survived the fall of Myth Drannor, however.

Lotharia’s coat of arms is a rearing, striking unicorn — its horn made up of a mithril in-set or pin — on a field of blue and green.

Family History

The year was 180 DR. The Elven city of Myth Drannor was beginning to boom in size and was shaping into one of the greatest cities for art, music, song and magic to have ever existed. Through adventuring, political acumen, skillfull swordplay and a head for making friends, Parthalan ‘the First’ came to find himself in the inner circle of the current regent of Myth Drannor. Other skilled and powerful Elves saw their city expanding greatly and brought an idea to the regent and the council: allow them to take their families and establish holdings further from Myth Drannor to not only guard the great city, but to also increase its wealth, size and reputation in return for the cities support with military and monetary backing.

Parthalan was hastily married to a nobleman’s daughter and taking his company of men set out for the South Western portion of the forest which had been given to him to protect in return for backing, both militarily and politically, from the regent. He quickly established the small town of Highmoon, nestled against the base of the southern Thunder Peaks. His days were spent trying to fall in love with his wife (which sadly never happened), fighting bandits and greedy tribesmen from the south seeking elven riches, and ensuring the great trees were always protected. The area was known as the Lotharian Valley, and he eventually took on the name Parthalan of Lotharia.

Parthalan had four children before passing on to Arvandor, leaving his beloved castle and the forests of his established home. His eldest son, Paran So’Lotharia, or Paran of Lotharia as he became known, carried the family through its greatest years. He was a master of Elven hit and run tactics and had a keen mind which made him a shrewd businessman. The family’s coffers doubled in his first ten years as the Lord of Lotharia, and the tales of the ghost-like attacks of his men would send shivers of fear down the backs of hunters, loggers and bandits alike.

In the year of 261, as the greatest of all the Elven spellcasters across the nation gathered, Paran was carried to the city on business. He was entranced by a beautiful maiden, a distant cousin of the King-Regent. It not only made sense as a political union, but he assured all of his companions that never a more beautiful maiden had they ever seen. Upon the completion of his business in Myth Drannor he bought a magnificent mansion in the richest section of the noble quarter. It nearly broke him, but he called in several loans and was able to pull together what he needed to fund the expense.

He spent the next six months courting the maiden, Alassa Cordelias, and they were married with her father’s blessing shortly after the laying of the great mythal. They spent some time in Myth Drannor before returning to his castle and holdings in Highmoon. Paran become known as one of the fiercest defenders of the great forest, at times personally leading his men into the mountains chasing down isolated bands of orcs, ogres and giants. He was an elf of great honor and passion, by all accounts, siring more than ten children by his beautiful wife and not only repaying the debt he owed, but making ten fold the sum he started with.

A story comes from this time when the Lady Lotharia was out collecting certain wild flowers and herbs for her use in the arcane arts. Her searching led her into an unexplored region of the forested countryside when she was set upon by a great green wyrm of ancient but indeterminate age. The Lady was a skilled and accomplished practitioner, but she was not prepared for such a fierce predator so near to their newly founded settlement and so she fled. She sought refuge in a narrow crevice and the dragon pursued crashing through tree limbs and uprooting a trail through the woods. The crevice was only a few score of yards deep and would have offered little protection from the dragon’s noxious breath, but the Lady was saved by the intervention of magnificent unicorn stallion who pierced the wyrm through its wing and flank. The stallion was struck down in turn by the enraged wyrm.

The unicorn’s horn snapped off during the brief, vicious struggle and pinned the dragon’s wing to its side preventing its flight. The dragon, grievously wounded, retreated to its lair — a cavern on at the edge of a narrow river canyon — a number of miles away by crawling and dragging its bulk through the forest. After she related her ordeal to the Lord of Lotharia he rode out at once with his eldest son and their assembled host of armsmen to dispatch the beast. They followed the destruction through the forest and found its hidden lair quite simply. The wyrm was labouring severely to breathe and the Lord and his men fell upon it without mercy. The unicorn’s body was laid to rest where it had fallen.

The Lord took the unicorn’s horn from the dragon’s side and a hoard of platinum, mithril and gold and the dragon’s scales for himself. From the horn he fashioned a matched pair of masterwork mithril longswords using a length of the unicorn’s spiral horn as the grip. They were enchanted and empowered by his wife with one bearing greater enchantments and the other a lesser power. The more powerful sword was carried by the Lord of Lotharia and by convention the one with the lesser enchantment was wielded by his heir. The point of the unicorn’s horn was fashioned into a stiletto dagger carried henceforth by the Lady Lotharia.

In 346 DR, Lord Paran of Lotharia, now a wizened and elderly leader accepted a position on the great council of Myth Drannor and passed control of all estates to his eldest son, Anvallar. Anvallar was brave and strong, but was not nearly as skilled with trade and politics as his father. Anvallar had been betrothed at a young age to the King-Regent’s middle daughter, and they were married as Anvallar took ownership of title and lands. He fought with great honor and respect in the Crown and Scepter wars against the Sorcerers of Netheril, and was given increased holdings along the mountains and part of the land which came to be known as Sembia. His old war wounds had left him a shell of the hearty warrior he had been before and he retreated to a quiet life in Myth Drannor, spending much of his time in court.

The year was 492 when his eldest son, Parallas, took the mantle of Lord of Lotharia. He began restructuring much of the established land in the area. He helped establish the village of Essembra along a major trade route to the south of Myth Drannor, and built two castles along the roads south and west out of the Empire. He renamed the region to Lotharia and took the title Lord Lotharia, and was known as Lord Parallas Lotharia, while any of his sons were known as So’Lotharia and daughters as Do’Lotharia. He increased the size of his forces by five times and was instrumental in slowing the destruction of the southern forests. He was called to fight in the last of the Crown and Scepter Wars, but did not serve much more than a tactical purpose there (although his men fought bravely and were awarded great honors).

Parallas had four sons, all of whom in many ways resembled the great Lord Paran. His eldest two sons becamse Pegasus Knights and commanded much of the Southern forest defense. His third son was groomed as an advisor and wizard, while his youngest son proved to be an excellent tactician and manager. Able to coordinate brilliant attacks against the increasingly encroaching human raiders from the south.

In the year 596 the House of Lotharia began to suffer the first of a number of setbacks. His eldest son, Paran II, was killed in a skirmish with a band of human adventurers hired to guard lumberjacks. The heir’s sword was eventually recovered by his second son, Ostharian, when he tracked down the band of adventurers and ambushed them with a party of his father’s men. In 614, his third son, Lerrel, was killed while personally investigating a number of human wizards which had infiltrated Myth Drannor itself. While the culprits were caught, sentenced and confined, the house had never seen darker days having lost two of the sons.

In 661, Myth Drannor fell. The great Army of Darkness: orcs, goblins and all number of humanoids lead by yugoloths came down on the great empire. Parallas and Ostharian were immediately summoned along with all of the Lotharian men-at-arms. On the night of their departure, secretly, Ostharian passed the heir’s sword to the youngest son, Parthas, before leaving. A short week later, the young Parthas was the new Lord of Lotharia (at the tender age 180 years) as both Paran and Ostharian fell in the final battle for the city.

Their lands were overrun, and two of their three castles were completely destroyed. Through effective hit and run tactics, excellent manoeuvering of his forces and a stalwart defense of Highmoon Castle he was able to hold off the attackers until the Army of Darkness was at last smashed against the cities of the southern tribes. Myth Drannor was written off, and no one was to return. The Mythal was re-enchanted and abandoned, all elves swearing to never set foot there again. The great corruption which had started to plague Myth Drannor was blamed on the Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes and Halflings and the borders of the forest were shut completely to all but elves.

Parthas was strained in keeping the forest safe with his empty coffers and lack of able bodied elves. He had two sons, Paran III and Ostharian II. The first he sent to have trained in the far West to be a defender of all that is elven, a Bladesinger. His other son, Ostharian, he taught the ropes of running a castle and managing an army. Parthas stayed in southern Myth Drannor, barely scraping by and keeping the forests as defended as possible. Some 400 years after the fall of Myth Drannor, after defending and staying on far longer than anyone had anticipated he ordered the retreat from the Lotharian family holdings. They were broke, their dwindling supply of elves, armor, weapons and food was no longer enough.

A broken and weary man, he stayed in the castle while sending his eldest son back to Evereska and his youngest son to try and find the great island of Elves. It is said that the great Castle Highmoon sank into the lake that day, but many still believe it exists in the forests of the area, hidden by the great mists which now seems to linger everywhere. Ostharian has not been seen or heard from again.

Lord Paran Lotharia III arrived in Evereska destitute and alone. He had spent hundreds of years defending the forests of Myth Drannor and now they were lost to him. He took on a role as an instructor in the great Warrior’s Academy in Evereska and eventually married a noblewoman far far younger than himself (already being some 400 years of age and her a mere girl of 100). Their home was paid for entirely by the dowry and much of his wife’s fine clothes were paid with tips from members of the council for private training sessions for their sons.

Paran had 3 children, Paran IV, Asalla and Parallas II. Lord Paran was well into his 500th year when his first son was born, and was close on 700 when his second son was born. He finally accepted that it was his time to pass on, leaving as much as he could to his eldest son. The stockpile of coins was enough to take Paran IV through to his graduation from the Warrior’s Academy, as well as seeing that Asalla had only the best education possible. She become a frequent member of the court, and with the Lotharia name, she was always well respected if maybe not having as much power or sway as deserved.

Paran eventually had to leave their home to travel and fight to make enough to pay for his sister’s life and education. Parallas, desperately seeking admission into the Warrior’s Academy to become a pegasus knight, was constantly bitter about being born the third child. He helps pay for the family home with his wages as a respected member of the Evereskan guard, and yearns constantly for a chance at achieving something more and restoring the family to its previous great status.

Asalla, meanwhile, is looking for a husband which meets the standards of her name, title and family. Sadly, many of the greater nobles of Evereska dare not touch her, as dazzling as she might be, due to the weight the family has hanging around its neck. They know they would get no dowry worthy of mention and it would achieve them not in a political setting. Still, she vainly hopes and tries, knowing that one day things will work out (crosses fingers!!!).

Paran served for many years in the Warrior’s Academy, and then served as an adventurer seeking elves and aiding them. Many times escorting families to boats in Waterdeep, saving elves in the High Forest and Cormanthyr, and attempting to cleanse the great evil which now plagues much of which he once considered part of the Elven way of life. His time of servitude has passed and he now seeks help to re-establish his family name and give his sister and brother the life they deserve and should have rightly inherited.

Personal History of Paran Lotharia

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