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This character application is going to be a wide spread post, essentially, dictating in longform who Otto is, where he comes from, and what he values. Some of what you will read will be public knowledge, some will not be. Anything mentioning Otto's time in Jorrhildr, for example, is not public knowledge, but anything before or after could be. If you are ever confused on what can/can't be used please DM.
The Scorned KnightCharacter Information
Simplified: Born into nobility, and embraced the path of a Viridian Knight. Ottillie serves the Regalian Empire through countless wars with unwavering loyalty, finding solace in camaraderie and amongst his family, but he still bears the somber weight of sacrifice as his legacy.
Expanded: Ottillie Delmotte, born amidst the grandeur of a noble household, was groomed for a life of luxury and privilege. Yet fate had other plans for him, and from a young age, he felt the call of duty echoing through his veins. As he grew from boyhood into a man, Ottillie found himself drawn to the path of a knight, trading the comforts of his upbringing for the steel and sacrifice of the Viridian Order. Through countless wars and battles, he served the Regalian Empire with unwavering loyalty, his sword a steadfast guardian against the darkness that threatened to engulf the realm, alongside his kin. Though his heart ached for the melodies of his youth and the warmth of home, Ottillie found solace in the camaraderie of his fellow knights and the knowledge that he fought for something greater than himself. Yet, beneath the veneer of valor and heroism lies a soul burdened by the weight of loss and sacrifice, especially for the man he once was– for Ottillie knows all too well the price of duty and the toll it exacts upon the spirit. And so, he marches ever onward, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos of war, his spirit tempered by the fires of adversity, his legacy written in the blood and ashes of a nation's struggle.
Ambitions:
Ottillie's head mainly consists of ram-like features including the white fur color that gradients back into a blond mane, and gray-toned horns that bend back and point outwards that are always fashioned with etched designs and piercings. But, in regards to general face-shape Otto is sculpted somewhere more akin to the staunch presentation of a bison or bull. His body is very wide and tall as most Urlan are, but his body definition could only be described as hulking, compounded muscle-on-muscle. Unlike most Urlan, fur is spread throughout his whole body instead of just his upper-body. If one could pay close attention, his forearms, shoulders, and chest are all scattered with slave markings, tattoos specifically that are imprinted on his fur in black, reds, and blues.
The wardrobe of an Urlan noble is not as impressive as some might think, especially for a Delmotte. Otto's wardrobe consists of maybe four-to-five outfits, one from his days spent on Jorrhildr tattered and torn, another is his regular outfit which could be described as a fine green vest with golden details thrown over a silky black-shit that is never buttoned with a stark white undershirt. His other wares are that for hunting, that for more casual wear, one for galas and social-attire, and another for the most important of occasions. Generally, Otto does not like to be constrained to tight-fitting clothing unlike most of his peers, instead he'd rather throw on something loose with some sense of style.
Hobbies:
This life story will cover in long-form Ottillie's life up until current times. Within this writing there are many plot hooks, things that anyone can use in-character (as long as it makes sense) to get an idea for who and what Otto is before/when they have met him. Anyone can say that you've heard of him, or met him in the past as long as there is some common sense involved. All of these chapters will contain all normal standards for writing a life story, but beneath each one will be a first-hand journal entry written by Otto. These journal entries are private and are not to be used in-character unless shown. Please DM with any questions @Apictos on Discord, or send me a message here on the forums.
Chapter I: Songs of the Past.
Born into the lap of luxury in the bustling County of Bastadon within the Regalian Archipelago, Ottillie Delmotte was the cherished third child of Baron Randolf Kade-Schwartz and Countess Katriane Delmotte. Raised amidst the opulence of his noble household, Ottillie wanted for nothing. From a young age, he displayed an exceptional talent for the violin which was given to him by his mother, his delicate fingers coaxing haunting melodies from the strings of his instrument. Despite his privileged upbringing, Ottillie harbored a devious streak, often using his wit and charm to humiliate his older brother, a constant source of amusement and frustration for their parents and servants. He sought the attention Louis attained by birthright, only natural for the second son in the mainline. In the year 283 AC Ottillie was shipped off to Drachenwald at the age of thirteen to the Viridian academy at the behest of his father.
Under the tutelage of the Viridian Order's diplomatic Eulenburg chapter, Ottillie Delmotte found himself thrust into a world where the power of words held as much sway as the strength of steel. As he honed his skills on the training field, he also delved into the art of diplomacy, learning to wield his words with precision and grace. Guided by seasoned mentors, Ottillie discovered the subtle nuances of negotiation and compromise, his silver tongue proving to be as sharp as any blade. In the hallowed halls of the Eulenburg, Ottillie's journey was one of transformation— a running theme throughout his life. He navigated the delicate dance of politics and power with the same determination and resolve that had marked his path as a squire. Despite the man's newfound passion for the Order, on his eighteenth birthday, the Delmotte House was struck with grief as Ottillie's father Randolf passed. Yet, amidst the shroud of sorrow, Ottillie found a flicker of inspiration, for in his father's legacy lay a beacon of strength and resilience to guide him through life's trials. As Ottillie stood amidst the somber embrace of mourning, he vowed to honor his father's teachings, weaving them into the fabric of his own journey, and forging ahead with unwavering determination to fulfill the legacy of greatness left behind. With each passing day, he grew more adept at using his words to sway hearts and minds, forging alliances and brokering peace amidst chaos. Yet, even as he embraced his newfound role as a Knight of the Viridian Order, Ottillie never forgot the lessons of the training grounds, and even the lessons taught to him through his childhood, his skill with a blade serving as a silent reminder of the sacrifices he was to make in service to the Empire.
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January 27th, 291 AC
Graduation, and the Chrysant War
Today, amidst the pomp and circumstance of my graduation from the Viridian Order, I cannot help but feel a profound sense of solemnity weighing upon my heart. As I stand before my comrades-in-arms, adorned in the regal attire of a knight. For I am acutely aware of the gravity of the path that lies ahead. The accolades and honors bestowed upon me pale in comparison to the numbing reality of being shipped off to war. Real war.
Though my training has prepared me well for the challenges that await, I cannot shake the melancholy that grips me as I bid farewell to the safety of these hallowed halls. The ideals of honor and duty that have guided my journey thus far now serve as both a beacon of hope and a heavy burden upon my soul. As I steel myself for the trials ahead, I find solace in the companionship of my fellow knights and memories of home, yet the specter of war looms large in the recesses of my mind, casting a shadow over the noble path that lies before me.
Chapter II: Echos of Steel.
Ottille joined the front against the Essa Empire towards the end of the nationalist movement, bolstering soldiers back into the war following Regalia's triumph on the battlefield. Alongside Otto and numerous Eulenburg comrades, he formed part of the initial "rear fleets" tasked with subjugating surrendering masses in Hadar's heartland. Through a blend of diplomacy and occasional brutality, Ottille gradually grasped the true implications of his service to the Empire. This realization was solidified during the Battle of Huallo, as Viridian observers witnessed Regalian warships unleashing devastation upon Hadar's capital. The Essa Empire's subsequent retaliation, employing Deep Sea Serpents and ancient magics, became the cataclysm that ignited Ottille's disdain for magic from a tender age.
After Regalia's triumph in the Chrysant war, a brief era of peace unfolded. During this interlude, Delmotte found himself stationed in Grand Vertu Ithania, dedicating three years to engaging with foreign ambassadors on behalf of the Empire. His pivotal role in numerous negotiations and advisory capacities marked this period significantly. However, the abrupt Regalian expansion into Westwynd ignited controversy among diverse factions, compelling Ottille's rapid departure from Ithania to preemptively address the escalating conflict. Despite efforts by the Eulenburg Chapter and other diplomats to broker peace in the Daen Governance and Lusits, their endeavors were regrettably disregarded. Consequently, another clash of force ensued as the Regalian military positioned themselves between Teddelan and Eronidas forces, leading to tragic consequences. Amidst the chaos, many comrades who Ottille considered brothers perished, and he, along with his company endured six horrifying nights amidst the treacherous forests teeming with both hostile inhabitants and wildlife. Their eventual rescue arrived just before wildfires ravaged the land. It was only then, after both sides suffered losses, that talks of diplomacy finally commenced, culminating in the brokered peace treaty. Nevertheless, for Ottille, the enduring truth lay in the realization that even the Empire was vulnerable to defeat.
In later years the experiences of the June War and the First Songaskian War further solidified Ottille's understanding of the profound consequences of battle. The June War tested his resolve as he witnessed the devastating toll it took on both sides, leaving behind a trail of destruction and suffering. Similarly, the First Songaskian War brought forth the grim reality of conflict as Ottille witnessed firsthand the brutality and futility of armed confrontation. These wars reshaped Ottille, leaving him a changed man. The once fervent soldier now harbored a deep-seated skepticism towards the glorification of chaos and a newfound appreciation for the value of peace. Through the crucible of battle, Ottille learned that true strength lies not in the ability to wage war, but in the courage to pursue diplomacy and seek reconciliation. His journey serves as a poignant reminder that war extracts a heavy price, not just in lives lost, but in the profound transformation it brings upon those who endure its trials.
((The absence of a date or title on this page gives the impression of a hastily written poem. Its messy appearance suggests it was swiftly composed, possibly upon the company's rescue.))
In Lusits' woods, where shadows dwell,
Six days of torment, a darkened spell.
'Midst Teddelan and Eronidas' might,
Hope flickered low in the endless night.
Lost in the gloom, with fear our guide,
Thoughts of home kept our spirits tied.
Then, through the darkness, footsteps near,
Relief washed over, banishing fear.
This trial of darkness, a testament clear,
To the Ailor spirit, unwavering, dear.
In shadows deep, where despair may reign,
Hope still whispers, in our darkest pain.
Chapter III: The Savage Elite.
Ottillie's life journey unfolded amidst noble endeavors and unwavering dedication to safeguarding the Regalian Archipelago and its Empire amidst the chaos of wars and arcane disturbances. With each mission entrusted to him by the Order, Ottillie upheld the values of honor and courage, striving to restore stability to the troubled lands along with his brothers-at-arms. Despite the uncertainty looming ahead, Ottillie's commitment to righteousness remained steadfast, his resolve a beacon of hope amid the chaos. The emergence of the Crown Alliance, arising from the lingering unease after the Ranger Crisis, only added to the tension. Ottillie, alongside many Viridians, played a crucial role in cleaning up the post-conflict fallout as the Regalian Empire grappled with the aftermath. However, when the Eulenburg Chapter became embroiled in the intrigue surrounding the Crown Alliance and the impending war, Ottillie's desire for diplomatic resolution clashed with the prevailing push for military intervention. His questioning sparked conflict among diplomats and governance, risking his standing within the Empire and his code. Nevertheless, as the Dread War began, Ottillie was deployed alongside his brother, Louis Delmotte, at the frontlines, where their combined leadership proved formidable in liberating elven lands alongside Regalian armies.
As Ottillie returned home from the brutal struggles of the Dread War, his heart laden with the memories of battle and the toll it had exacted on himself, destiny dealt him another bitter blow. Entrusted with safeguarding warships voyaging back to Regalia, Ottillie and his Viridian brethren embarked on their mission with a weariness of the unknowing forged by endless trials. Yet, as their vessel approached the shores of Nordskag, an unlikely tragedy struck with unforgiving force. In the face of a relentless onslaught by Urlan raiders, Ottillie fought with unyielding valor, his sword a testament to his unwavering resolve. Nevertheless, despite his gallant efforts, Ottillie found himself ensnared by the cruel chains of captivity, a prisoner amongst what he considered to be monsters. From the raided ship he once knew, the Delmotte was forced to walk for weeks on end until they reached the caverned-city of Gulhella in Jorrhildr, governed over by his now by these raiders, the Ornivok Throng. Prisoners, hailed as "Fjöturr" were used to tend to all the members of the throng. Ottillie was kept in one of the deep rocky pits of Gulhella along with what would be considered his designated group of Fjöturr, and each month they were forced to fight, and rumor told winners would earn their freedom as they were never seen again, but those that refused to fight were often slaughtered and eaten by these savage Urlan. And after three months, and a few very unsuccessful escape attempts Ottillie was out of options and inevitably had to put more heart into these brawls if he was to ever see outside of Jorrhildr again. His days turned into longform workouts and training sessions, and with his extensive knowledge in the art of battle through his schooling, inevitably he won. This he was strangely celebrated amongst his capturs before he was poisoned as the moon reached its climax. As he awoke, his body was totally paralyzed- not even able to speak as he was raised on high wooden stakes which met a notoriously tall cliffside, and on this cliffside was a familiar face to all of the throng. The chief, the Artok– hailed as Tarvor. Loud cheering, chants, and boisterous laughter painted the night in Ottillie's blur as the once proud Viridian was forced by Tarvor to be infected by the Oorl worm. Ottillie Delmotte transformed mentally and physically that night, blacking out for a week before coming to his own in the aftermath of a Great Hunt by the throng, blood painted over his thick fur in the deep winter of Jorrhildr, but he felt no cold and no pain. He was not the hunted, but joined in his mind's absence as a member of the throng, becoming the hunter. His name was now Tolmar.
This lasted for a year, a grueling saga of survival amidst the harsh confines of Jorrhildr's unforgiving landscape, Tolmar endured, his spirit unbroken despite the relentless trials he faced. Each day brought new challenges, each night a test of his resolve. Yet, in the depths of his despair, Tolmar found a glimmer of hope, a determination to reclaim his freedom and restore his dignity. With every passing moment, Tolmar meticulously plotted his escape out of sight of the throng, drawing upon the resilience forged in the crucible of adversity. And when the time finally came, he moved to challenge Tarvor in a sacred duel of honor, after studying the chief for many months– he knew escape would not be an option if he did not first tear through the morale of the Ornivok people. He had been training for this moment, and at the annual feast after a Great Hunt he stood in the pit of the Fjöturr, the very one he had been a year prior- surrounded by men and women that were in the same position he once was, and fervently exclaimed his challenge. Tolmar engaged in a brutal hand-to-hand struggle with Tarvor, the savage Urlan leader, their fists pounding against each other amidst the chaos of this 'war' that Tolmar knew all too well. Blood stained the earth as their ferocious combat echoed with the sounds of bone against bone and grunts of exertion. Each blow struck with the fury of a tempest, Tolmar fought with unwavering resolve, horns clashing against horns, his determination matched only by the primal savagery of his foe. In the crucible of battle, amidst the swirling maelstrom of violence, Tolmar emerged victorious, his triumph a testament to his indomitable spirit and unyielding courage in the face of a year's worth of agony. There at his feet lay in a pool of both of their blood, the fearless Tarvor was downed, and as Tolmar looked up into the crowd of Fjöturr and Urlan, he readied himself for the next person who'd certainly come in defense to their Artok. But in juxtaposition to his beliefs the Ornivok throng stood there, silent- fist to their chest in salute to Tolmar, and there it was– the familiar feeling that had plagued his mind since he transformed a year prior. He had spent twelve months with these people that he once considered monsters, but living with them had proven otherwise. Though that other name that seemed so distant still called for him to return back to the way things used to be, Ottille, but perhaps Tolmar did not have to become a Delmotte again, to leave his old life behind, and maybe these people needed him. Another side of him screamed to do as he planned, and walk– and to keep walking until he was home again, and in his great confusion this was the side Tolmar listened to. He stepped over Tarvor and left Gullhella.
((When one would flip to this era in Ottillie's life after the last few journal entries they would find a singular empty page, and no mention of Jorrhildr throughout the entire diary. Perhaps this empty page signified something, that would be the inclination many would take from it.))
Chapter IV: The Dance of Life.
It did not take long for news to make headway in major political centers, suddenly at every street corner there was a caller selling a copy of a port-tabloid reading off the headline about the return of a nobleman in a precarious situation. Ottilie Delmotte was thought to have died in the plunder of the warship, but here he stood. And when he made his way to Bastadon, he was greeted with an eerie eye of hesitation, and underwent many processes to in fact prove his lineage. Next was to make amends with the Viridian Order and thoroughly explain his absence, it took years for him to garner back his status as a Knight of the Eulenburg. But it all felt so different. As if he should've stayed back on that frigid tundra as the talks of frivolous politics seemed so miniscule now. Faith became important to the now Urlan, and he became an avid attendee at many temples around Bastadon often confiding in confession amongst the clergy to his seemingly never ending confusion and doubt.
Amidst the fog of uncertainty that often shrouds the path of destiny, there emerges a beacon of clarity in the form of Ottillie Delmotte. The Urlanian noble was extended a distinguished invitation to the Crown City of Regalia by the Viridian Order. This noble summons, a testament to his valor and integrity, was not merely an opportunity for Ottillie to serve again, but a call to protect the very essence of aristocratic virtue that lay at the core of his code. With humility and resolve, and an air of lucidness, Ottillie embraced this mission, standing ready to defend the Empire's ideals upon which Regalia was built, and to uphold the legacy of his esteemed family name.
August 28th, 311 AC.
Can I do this again?
Stepping into Regalia, a sense of profound clarity washed over me, mingling with the somber shadows cast by the city's towering spires. Amidst the grandeur and bustling streets, I felt the weight of duty and responsibility settle upon my shoulders like a heavy cloak. Here, amidst the heart of the empire, I stood, a solitary figure again amidst a sea of faces, grappling with the solemnity of my purpose.
In the midst of the city's vibrant energy, I found no solace, only a sense of foreboding and uncertainty. With my comrades by my side, I embraced our shared mission with a heavy heart, keenly aware of the sacrifices that lay ahead. As I wandered through the labyrinthine streets, each step seemed to echo with generations of Knights past, a reminder of the burdens we bear.
Amidst the cacophony of city life, a somber clarity enveloped me—a stark realization of the challenges that lay ahead and the sacrifices that must be made. With each passing moment, I felt the weight of duty pressing down upon me, a constant reminder of the solemn oath I had sworn. As I set forth on this journey, I do so with a heavy heart and a resolute spirit.
The Scorned Knight
- Full Name: Ottillie Delmotte.
- Is referred to as Otto in short by most, alled from growing up alongside the Witrem culture.
- Back in Jorrhildr his capturs pronounced him Tolmar after his symbiosis with the Oorl worm.
- Race / Culture: Regal Culture, Midlands Clade Urlan.
- Age: 42.
- Born on January 27th, 270 AC.
- Gender / Pronouns: He/Him.
Simplified: Born into nobility, and embraced the path of a Viridian Knight. Ottillie serves the Regalian Empire through countless wars with unwavering loyalty, finding solace in camaraderie and amongst his family, but he still bears the somber weight of sacrifice as his legacy.
Expanded: Ottillie Delmotte, born amidst the grandeur of a noble household, was groomed for a life of luxury and privilege. Yet fate had other plans for him, and from a young age, he felt the call of duty echoing through his veins. As he grew from boyhood into a man, Ottillie found himself drawn to the path of a knight, trading the comforts of his upbringing for the steel and sacrifice of the Viridian Order. Through countless wars and battles, he served the Regalian Empire with unwavering loyalty, his sword a steadfast guardian against the darkness that threatened to engulf the realm, alongside his kin. Though his heart ached for the melodies of his youth and the warmth of home, Ottillie found solace in the camaraderie of his fellow knights and the knowledge that he fought for something greater than himself. Yet, beneath the veneer of valor and heroism lies a soul burdened by the weight of loss and sacrifice, especially for the man he once was– for Ottillie knows all too well the price of duty and the toll it exacts upon the spirit. And so, he marches ever onward, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos of war, his spirit tempered by the fires of adversity, his legacy written in the blood and ashes of a nation's struggle.
Ambitions:
- Reach the highest ranks within the Viridian Order, retain rank, and instill a certain air of prowess for the Urlan people.
- Investigate Draconism, study their religion.
- Investigate why the Dragons made Urlan incomplete and gave them specific defects.
- Form relations with Fredrick Kade, implore upon his life and try to convince him to aid with Ottillie's journey.
- Go back to Jorrhildr and further investigate the Throng he left behind long ago.
Ottillie's head mainly consists of ram-like features including the white fur color that gradients back into a blond mane, and gray-toned horns that bend back and point outwards that are always fashioned with etched designs and piercings. But, in regards to general face-shape Otto is sculpted somewhere more akin to the staunch presentation of a bison or bull. His body is very wide and tall as most Urlan are, but his body definition could only be described as hulking, compounded muscle-on-muscle. Unlike most Urlan, fur is spread throughout his whole body instead of just his upper-body. If one could pay close attention, his forearms, shoulders, and chest are all scattered with slave markings, tattoos specifically that are imprinted on his fur in black, reds, and blues.
The wardrobe of an Urlan noble is not as impressive as some might think, especially for a Delmotte. Otto's wardrobe consists of maybe four-to-five outfits, one from his days spent on Jorrhildr tattered and torn, another is his regular outfit which could be described as a fine green vest with golden details thrown over a silky black-shit that is never buttoned with a stark white undershirt. His other wares are that for hunting, that for more casual wear, one for galas and social-attire, and another for the most important of occasions. Generally, Otto does not like to be constrained to tight-fitting clothing unlike most of his peers, instead he'd rather throw on something loose with some sense of style.
Hobbies:
- Music: Ottillie retains a deep love for music since his childhood, being a practiced violinist, often finding solace in playing during rare moments of respite. The melodies he weaves serve as a reminder of his noble upbringing and the passions that seem so far from him.
- Hunting: With the same precision he wields on the battlefield, Ottillie pursues the thrill of the hunt, finding solace in the silent pursuit of prey. In the wilderness, he feels a connection to the natural world as most Urlan do.
- Horseback Riding: As a skilled equestrian, Ottillie finds peace and freedom in the saddle, his trusty steed carrying him swiftly across the countryside. Riding serves as both a form of exercise and a way to connect to most of his family.
- Cooking: Since his passion for hunting came into Ottillie's life, cooking has also made a respectable appearance. What he values in a good dish is taste, culture, and look. And often is the chef within the Delmotte estate, unannounced to most.
- Common - Fluent, native to the Regalian Archipelago.
- Ithanian - Fluent, native tongue of his family.
- Oortaan: Fluent- native tongue to Urlan.
- Skodje - Broken, learned through his time in Jorrhildr.
- Combat Style:
- Tactician.
- Strength:
- Techniquie Parry Pack.
- Pinning Throw Pack.
- Diving Tackle.
- Tangle Strike Pack.
- Weapon Throw Pack (Free)
- Force Toss Pack (Urlan Mechanic, Free)
- Constitution:
- Rebound Pack (Urlan Mechanic, Free)
- Wisdom
- Command Stance (Free)
- Focus Command
- Chase Command
- Attack Command
- Defend Command
- Champion Command
- Overwhelm Command
- Shield Command
- Dexterity:
- Sharp Reflexes Pack
- Close Save Pack
- Escape Artist Pack
This life story will cover in long-form Ottillie's life up until current times. Within this writing there are many plot hooks, things that anyone can use in-character (as long as it makes sense) to get an idea for who and what Otto is before/when they have met him. Anyone can say that you've heard of him, or met him in the past as long as there is some common sense involved. All of these chapters will contain all normal standards for writing a life story, but beneath each one will be a first-hand journal entry written by Otto. These journal entries are private and are not to be used in-character unless shown. Please DM with any questions @Apictos on Discord, or send me a message here on the forums.
Chapter I: Songs of the Past.
Born into the lap of luxury in the bustling County of Bastadon within the Regalian Archipelago, Ottillie Delmotte was the cherished third child of Baron Randolf Kade-Schwartz and Countess Katriane Delmotte. Raised amidst the opulence of his noble household, Ottillie wanted for nothing. From a young age, he displayed an exceptional talent for the violin which was given to him by his mother, his delicate fingers coaxing haunting melodies from the strings of his instrument. Despite his privileged upbringing, Ottillie harbored a devious streak, often using his wit and charm to humiliate his older brother, a constant source of amusement and frustration for their parents and servants. He sought the attention Louis attained by birthright, only natural for the second son in the mainline. In the year 283 AC Ottillie was shipped off to Drachenwald at the age of thirteen to the Viridian academy at the behest of his father.
Under the tutelage of the Viridian Order's diplomatic Eulenburg chapter, Ottillie Delmotte found himself thrust into a world where the power of words held as much sway as the strength of steel. As he honed his skills on the training field, he also delved into the art of diplomacy, learning to wield his words with precision and grace. Guided by seasoned mentors, Ottillie discovered the subtle nuances of negotiation and compromise, his silver tongue proving to be as sharp as any blade. In the hallowed halls of the Eulenburg, Ottillie's journey was one of transformation— a running theme throughout his life. He navigated the delicate dance of politics and power with the same determination and resolve that had marked his path as a squire. Despite the man's newfound passion for the Order, on his eighteenth birthday, the Delmotte House was struck with grief as Ottillie's father Randolf passed. Yet, amidst the shroud of sorrow, Ottillie found a flicker of inspiration, for in his father's legacy lay a beacon of strength and resilience to guide him through life's trials. As Ottillie stood amidst the somber embrace of mourning, he vowed to honor his father's teachings, weaving them into the fabric of his own journey, and forging ahead with unwavering determination to fulfill the legacy of greatness left behind. With each passing day, he grew more adept at using his words to sway hearts and minds, forging alliances and brokering peace amidst chaos. Yet, even as he embraced his newfound role as a Knight of the Viridian Order, Ottillie never forgot the lessons of the training grounds, and even the lessons taught to him through his childhood, his skill with a blade serving as a silent reminder of the sacrifices he was to make in service to the Empire.
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January 27th, 291 AC
Graduation, and the Chrysant War
Today, amidst the pomp and circumstance of my graduation from the Viridian Order, I cannot help but feel a profound sense of solemnity weighing upon my heart. As I stand before my comrades-in-arms, adorned in the regal attire of a knight. For I am acutely aware of the gravity of the path that lies ahead. The accolades and honors bestowed upon me pale in comparison to the numbing reality of being shipped off to war. Real war.
Though my training has prepared me well for the challenges that await, I cannot shake the melancholy that grips me as I bid farewell to the safety of these hallowed halls. The ideals of honor and duty that have guided my journey thus far now serve as both a beacon of hope and a heavy burden upon my soul. As I steel myself for the trials ahead, I find solace in the companionship of my fellow knights and memories of home, yet the specter of war looms large in the recesses of my mind, casting a shadow over the noble path that lies before me.
Chapter II: Echos of Steel.
Ottille joined the front against the Essa Empire towards the end of the nationalist movement, bolstering soldiers back into the war following Regalia's triumph on the battlefield. Alongside Otto and numerous Eulenburg comrades, he formed part of the initial "rear fleets" tasked with subjugating surrendering masses in Hadar's heartland. Through a blend of diplomacy and occasional brutality, Ottille gradually grasped the true implications of his service to the Empire. This realization was solidified during the Battle of Huallo, as Viridian observers witnessed Regalian warships unleashing devastation upon Hadar's capital. The Essa Empire's subsequent retaliation, employing Deep Sea Serpents and ancient magics, became the cataclysm that ignited Ottille's disdain for magic from a tender age.
After Regalia's triumph in the Chrysant war, a brief era of peace unfolded. During this interlude, Delmotte found himself stationed in Grand Vertu Ithania, dedicating three years to engaging with foreign ambassadors on behalf of the Empire. His pivotal role in numerous negotiations and advisory capacities marked this period significantly. However, the abrupt Regalian expansion into Westwynd ignited controversy among diverse factions, compelling Ottille's rapid departure from Ithania to preemptively address the escalating conflict. Despite efforts by the Eulenburg Chapter and other diplomats to broker peace in the Daen Governance and Lusits, their endeavors were regrettably disregarded. Consequently, another clash of force ensued as the Regalian military positioned themselves between Teddelan and Eronidas forces, leading to tragic consequences. Amidst the chaos, many comrades who Ottille considered brothers perished, and he, along with his company endured six horrifying nights amidst the treacherous forests teeming with both hostile inhabitants and wildlife. Their eventual rescue arrived just before wildfires ravaged the land. It was only then, after both sides suffered losses, that talks of diplomacy finally commenced, culminating in the brokered peace treaty. Nevertheless, for Ottille, the enduring truth lay in the realization that even the Empire was vulnerable to defeat.
In later years the experiences of the June War and the First Songaskian War further solidified Ottille's understanding of the profound consequences of battle. The June War tested his resolve as he witnessed the devastating toll it took on both sides, leaving behind a trail of destruction and suffering. Similarly, the First Songaskian War brought forth the grim reality of conflict as Ottille witnessed firsthand the brutality and futility of armed confrontation. These wars reshaped Ottille, leaving him a changed man. The once fervent soldier now harbored a deep-seated skepticism towards the glorification of chaos and a newfound appreciation for the value of peace. Through the crucible of battle, Ottille learned that true strength lies not in the ability to wage war, but in the courage to pursue diplomacy and seek reconciliation. His journey serves as a poignant reminder that war extracts a heavy price, not just in lives lost, but in the profound transformation it brings upon those who endure its trials.
((The absence of a date or title on this page gives the impression of a hastily written poem. Its messy appearance suggests it was swiftly composed, possibly upon the company's rescue.))
In Lusits' woods, where shadows dwell,
Six days of torment, a darkened spell.
'Midst Teddelan and Eronidas' might,
Hope flickered low in the endless night.
Lost in the gloom, with fear our guide,
Thoughts of home kept our spirits tied.
Then, through the darkness, footsteps near,
Relief washed over, banishing fear.
This trial of darkness, a testament clear,
To the Ailor spirit, unwavering, dear.
In shadows deep, where despair may reign,
Hope still whispers, in our darkest pain.
Chapter III: The Savage Elite.
Ottillie's life journey unfolded amidst noble endeavors and unwavering dedication to safeguarding the Regalian Archipelago and its Empire amidst the chaos of wars and arcane disturbances. With each mission entrusted to him by the Order, Ottillie upheld the values of honor and courage, striving to restore stability to the troubled lands along with his brothers-at-arms. Despite the uncertainty looming ahead, Ottillie's commitment to righteousness remained steadfast, his resolve a beacon of hope amid the chaos. The emergence of the Crown Alliance, arising from the lingering unease after the Ranger Crisis, only added to the tension. Ottillie, alongside many Viridians, played a crucial role in cleaning up the post-conflict fallout as the Regalian Empire grappled with the aftermath. However, when the Eulenburg Chapter became embroiled in the intrigue surrounding the Crown Alliance and the impending war, Ottillie's desire for diplomatic resolution clashed with the prevailing push for military intervention. His questioning sparked conflict among diplomats and governance, risking his standing within the Empire and his code. Nevertheless, as the Dread War began, Ottillie was deployed alongside his brother, Louis Delmotte, at the frontlines, where their combined leadership proved formidable in liberating elven lands alongside Regalian armies.
As Ottillie returned home from the brutal struggles of the Dread War, his heart laden with the memories of battle and the toll it had exacted on himself, destiny dealt him another bitter blow. Entrusted with safeguarding warships voyaging back to Regalia, Ottillie and his Viridian brethren embarked on their mission with a weariness of the unknowing forged by endless trials. Yet, as their vessel approached the shores of Nordskag, an unlikely tragedy struck with unforgiving force. In the face of a relentless onslaught by Urlan raiders, Ottillie fought with unyielding valor, his sword a testament to his unwavering resolve. Nevertheless, despite his gallant efforts, Ottillie found himself ensnared by the cruel chains of captivity, a prisoner amongst what he considered to be monsters. From the raided ship he once knew, the Delmotte was forced to walk for weeks on end until they reached the caverned-city of Gulhella in Jorrhildr, governed over by his now by these raiders, the Ornivok Throng. Prisoners, hailed as "Fjöturr" were used to tend to all the members of the throng. Ottillie was kept in one of the deep rocky pits of Gulhella along with what would be considered his designated group of Fjöturr, and each month they were forced to fight, and rumor told winners would earn their freedom as they were never seen again, but those that refused to fight were often slaughtered and eaten by these savage Urlan. And after three months, and a few very unsuccessful escape attempts Ottillie was out of options and inevitably had to put more heart into these brawls if he was to ever see outside of Jorrhildr again. His days turned into longform workouts and training sessions, and with his extensive knowledge in the art of battle through his schooling, inevitably he won. This he was strangely celebrated amongst his capturs before he was poisoned as the moon reached its climax. As he awoke, his body was totally paralyzed- not even able to speak as he was raised on high wooden stakes which met a notoriously tall cliffside, and on this cliffside was a familiar face to all of the throng. The chief, the Artok– hailed as Tarvor. Loud cheering, chants, and boisterous laughter painted the night in Ottillie's blur as the once proud Viridian was forced by Tarvor to be infected by the Oorl worm. Ottillie Delmotte transformed mentally and physically that night, blacking out for a week before coming to his own in the aftermath of a Great Hunt by the throng, blood painted over his thick fur in the deep winter of Jorrhildr, but he felt no cold and no pain. He was not the hunted, but joined in his mind's absence as a member of the throng, becoming the hunter. His name was now Tolmar.
This lasted for a year, a grueling saga of survival amidst the harsh confines of Jorrhildr's unforgiving landscape, Tolmar endured, his spirit unbroken despite the relentless trials he faced. Each day brought new challenges, each night a test of his resolve. Yet, in the depths of his despair, Tolmar found a glimmer of hope, a determination to reclaim his freedom and restore his dignity. With every passing moment, Tolmar meticulously plotted his escape out of sight of the throng, drawing upon the resilience forged in the crucible of adversity. And when the time finally came, he moved to challenge Tarvor in a sacred duel of honor, after studying the chief for many months– he knew escape would not be an option if he did not first tear through the morale of the Ornivok people. He had been training for this moment, and at the annual feast after a Great Hunt he stood in the pit of the Fjöturr, the very one he had been a year prior- surrounded by men and women that were in the same position he once was, and fervently exclaimed his challenge. Tolmar engaged in a brutal hand-to-hand struggle with Tarvor, the savage Urlan leader, their fists pounding against each other amidst the chaos of this 'war' that Tolmar knew all too well. Blood stained the earth as their ferocious combat echoed with the sounds of bone against bone and grunts of exertion. Each blow struck with the fury of a tempest, Tolmar fought with unwavering resolve, horns clashing against horns, his determination matched only by the primal savagery of his foe. In the crucible of battle, amidst the swirling maelstrom of violence, Tolmar emerged victorious, his triumph a testament to his indomitable spirit and unyielding courage in the face of a year's worth of agony. There at his feet lay in a pool of both of their blood, the fearless Tarvor was downed, and as Tolmar looked up into the crowd of Fjöturr and Urlan, he readied himself for the next person who'd certainly come in defense to their Artok. But in juxtaposition to his beliefs the Ornivok throng stood there, silent- fist to their chest in salute to Tolmar, and there it was– the familiar feeling that had plagued his mind since he transformed a year prior. He had spent twelve months with these people that he once considered monsters, but living with them had proven otherwise. Though that other name that seemed so distant still called for him to return back to the way things used to be, Ottille, but perhaps Tolmar did not have to become a Delmotte again, to leave his old life behind, and maybe these people needed him. Another side of him screamed to do as he planned, and walk– and to keep walking until he was home again, and in his great confusion this was the side Tolmar listened to. He stepped over Tarvor and left Gullhella.
((When one would flip to this era in Ottillie's life after the last few journal entries they would find a singular empty page, and no mention of Jorrhildr throughout the entire diary. Perhaps this empty page signified something, that would be the inclination many would take from it.))
Chapter IV: The Dance of Life.
It did not take long for news to make headway in major political centers, suddenly at every street corner there was a caller selling a copy of a port-tabloid reading off the headline about the return of a nobleman in a precarious situation. Ottilie Delmotte was thought to have died in the plunder of the warship, but here he stood. And when he made his way to Bastadon, he was greeted with an eerie eye of hesitation, and underwent many processes to in fact prove his lineage. Next was to make amends with the Viridian Order and thoroughly explain his absence, it took years for him to garner back his status as a Knight of the Eulenburg. But it all felt so different. As if he should've stayed back on that frigid tundra as the talks of frivolous politics seemed so miniscule now. Faith became important to the now Urlan, and he became an avid attendee at many temples around Bastadon often confiding in confession amongst the clergy to his seemingly never ending confusion and doubt.
Amidst the fog of uncertainty that often shrouds the path of destiny, there emerges a beacon of clarity in the form of Ottillie Delmotte. The Urlanian noble was extended a distinguished invitation to the Crown City of Regalia by the Viridian Order. This noble summons, a testament to his valor and integrity, was not merely an opportunity for Ottillie to serve again, but a call to protect the very essence of aristocratic virtue that lay at the core of his code. With humility and resolve, and an air of lucidness, Ottillie embraced this mission, standing ready to defend the Empire's ideals upon which Regalia was built, and to uphold the legacy of his esteemed family name.
August 28th, 311 AC.
Can I do this again?
Stepping into Regalia, a sense of profound clarity washed over me, mingling with the somber shadows cast by the city's towering spires. Amidst the grandeur and bustling streets, I felt the weight of duty and responsibility settle upon my shoulders like a heavy cloak. Here, amidst the heart of the empire, I stood, a solitary figure again amidst a sea of faces, grappling with the solemnity of my purpose.
In the midst of the city's vibrant energy, I found no solace, only a sense of foreboding and uncertainty. With my comrades by my side, I embraced our shared mission with a heavy heart, keenly aware of the sacrifices that lay ahead. As I wandered through the labyrinthine streets, each step seemed to echo with generations of Knights past, a reminder of the burdens we bear.
Amidst the cacophony of city life, a somber clarity enveloped me—a stark realization of the challenges that lay ahead and the sacrifices that must be made. With each passing moment, I felt the weight of duty pressing down upon me, a constant reminder of the solemn oath I had sworn. As I set forth on this journey, I do so with a heavy heart and a resolute spirit.
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