Boralius



Born over two millennia ago, the eldest grandson of the emperor's eldest son, Cinteran Borealis Telean was raised to rule before he could run. The Teleans had all been mighty in their magical prowess and Cinteran was no exception, mastering spells and disciplines at ages that had never before been recorded, even the children of azoth sages. It is said he had a wild and rebelious youth, refusing to wait centuries for a throne he didn't want in the first place, he rejected his heritage and left Aincandeer on the evening where he began his second century of life. He travelled far north through the volcanic lands that would become Greater Pristane and far east, into the putrid lands that would be known as Nocturne.

But within another half century, he returned to his people, telling them of his travels and discoveries. He claimed to understand how The Fall of the First came to pass, and he saw his people were headed for the same path of ruin in time. If they did not learn to be a part of this world, instead of bending it to themselves, they would follow in the footsteps of their ancestors and invoke the same forces that led to their destruction before. So he presented his people's with another option; to open their cities further to nature, and to all people's and cultures of the world, and to be the voice of unity across their broken world.

His own father ordered him exiled there, on the spot, to spare him the judgement of the house of lords. The sense of superiority of the great elves of Aincandeer would have had them calling for his execution after speaking such blasphemy. But Boralius left in peace and traveled north to a small forest he had seen so many years ago. Here, he began to release his own magic into the land, and in return feed off of the energy given back to him. In so doing, he developed a connection to nature that slowed his aging considerably. He named the forest Embine, and crafted a sanctum at the heart of it; the vast city of Biossa, where magic could be shared freely and used to create, where people lived in harmony with their world, and where his gifts and his knowledge made him no better or higher than any constituent who would join the druidic collective.

His flock grew slowly for the first thousand years and some years, until The Separation of Nocturne came to pass, where he and his allies aided the forces that broke away from Nocturne and restored life to the land that became Greater Pristane.