Legends of Belariath

Nobles and Other Significant Characters

Relanoth

Relanoth was born as first and only son to the Marquis of Filazan. His mother died in childbirth, and his father, who had been one of the city-swelling high elves lucky enought to get into a loving marriage, never married again. He threw himself in magical study and music and became withdrawn, levaing young Relanoth to grow up unchecked by paternal authority. As a young, blond boy he showed a talent for manipulation, as well as swordsplay. His extravagant yet confident manner gained him the admiration of some equals, and the enimity of others. By his eigthiest year he was considered a young elf to watch. The young elf having taken up to dress in bright, clashing colours, inspiring hanger-ons to do the same. His demeanour was cheerful and upbeat, though rather distant and dominating.

Now that he was adult Relanoth had enough of child's games and he knew exactly what game he wished to play. He had little interest in the magical studies, politics or religion, and though he dilligently practiced his swordsmanship, he considered actual fighting somewhat beneath him. No, it was sex and domination that interested him. His father's reluctance to force marriage upon him, and the ease with which the young man talked himself out of any attempts to temper him. Of course, his lust for it was tempered by his mind, and he chose his first targets carefully. Young nubile woman from families too weak to challenge his family and circle of sycophants. Influence, his cheerful smile, good looks and daring allowed him secret entrance in the girl's room. When the clothes started to come off, however, the girl started to struggle. It only further enflamed the elven youngling, and pressing her down on silven sheets, with a whimper and a moan from her, he took her virginity and lost his own. he remained in the room until dawn, taking the poor former maiden again and again, until she could do nothing but mix pitiful sob and whorish cries for more, the elf knowing he had found what he wanted. Just before dawn, he climbed out of the window and walked out, leaving the family to find their precious virginal daughter bound in ripped sheets, covered in cum and still dripping.

He had gambled right. The family indeed didn't do anything, keeping the whole matter silent rather than risking a costly confrontation. However, the girl did inform her betrothed, who was young, hot-blooded and hurt in his pride. While Relanoth was on a hunting trip, he rode up to him and challenged him to a duel. Relanoth accepted and the duel was fought, ending when Relanoth drove the other young elf against a tree with his rapier pressed against the challenger's throat. The challenger was scared, but still managed an insult. Relanoth didn't kill, as that would cost him too dearly,but the other elf would regret his mouth yet, because in some moments, his clothes were cut off of him. As he sceamed in alarm, Relanoth turned him around and pressed him against the tree, and took him as he had taken his fiancee. And when Relanoth's companions came to see where he stayed, he graciously allowed them a turn. The elf didn't bother Relanoth after that.

The tone of most of his life was set. Relanoth continued on his path, practicing his skills on the sword in duels and battles, his skills in word and will in talks with his peers,and his skills on the body on the slave's in the house, all too eager to be used with the Marquis lost in mourning. All that so he could indulge his favourite actions, rob innocence of preciously guarded elven maidens, forcibly make his way into the bed of beautiful and married elven noblewomen and of course, bend over the more handsome elves that came to seek retribution, but found they only doubled the gain he made. Of course Relanoth made mistakes, lost fights and got in over his head on occasions, but proud as he was, he knew when to cut his losses and accept a defeat, and interestingly enough, never attempted revenge on those that had bested him, commenting that they had given him a lesson, and that he was still in a state to use it, so there was no reason for revenge.

By the time the Marquis was swallowed by his grief and went to join his wife, his heir was already infamous. It was said that his amused, good-humoured grin was a warning signal. If it grew wide enough to show more than feer teeth when he looked at you, it meant he had you marked, and you should either prepare to fight, flee or get thoroughly used. Nothing was ever proven of course, any any time an elf was found drenched in cum, five followers were ready to swear he had been on their estate, making sure Relanoth never even had to go through the trouble of DENYING the actions. He didn't marry, to great scandal. in fact, it was said that an elf had to be extremely pretty or handsome to be lucky, or unlucky enough to be ' visited' twice. He received great renown when he fought in battles against the moriel, and returned with a dozen slaves, who taught him a lot about the practices of the moriel. It was whispered even that the elf had turned to worship the moriel goddess.

As the decades past, and Relanoth showed no sign of settling down and marrying or at least stop , people began to turn against him. His old clique started to drop off one by one, marrying into prestiguous families that were only too glad to isolate the offending Marquis. Plans were made to have him tried, disgraced and executed. But then... a book was found among the people of the working class. It was a popular read. Each page said the same thing. " I was fucked by Relanoth and begged for more." Followed by an autograph. Autographs that were of increasinly more important elves as the book progressed. The other side had Relanoth himself describe the circumstances in exquisit detail. The original was quickly grabbed and burned, but copies had quickly spread, hunderds of elves of both genders were disgraced, many took their own life.

And the Marquis of Filazan? He was on the fastest horse he had, with as much of his fortune as he could carry. He had heard stories of an Empire, where all kind of races came together and strength was the only true nobility and weakness the only crime. He carried a book with him, full of blank pages.

This should be fun.

Relanoth is an elf of about 5'7" with blond hair, coming down to his shoulder, grey eyes and the long pointed ears of his race. His skin is fair and without blemish. His clothes are expensive and in bright and often clashing colours. His current ensemble is purple leggings, a bright green vest and an orange cape, , which he wears as if the merest suggestion that anything might be wrong with it is the greatest show of barbarism. a shield on his back and a rapier at his side in case someone might mistake him for a harmless fop. He is of cheerful nature and can often be found with a bright grin and a filled winecup, the winecup often filled with grape juice, as Relanoth knows well enough what can be done with alcohol. His eyes tend to unnerve some that look at them too much. Most of the time they're just the eys of an elf having a good time, but every now and then it seems he's scanning those around him, as if looking for the next source of amusement. His amusement.

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