Ortus Tatravellan
Truestone Consul
A particularly obstinate member of the Alarith temple in Ymetrica’s Glib Stretch region, Ortus Tatrevellan has had a hand in securing several Lumineth cities and outposts over his brief 170-year career. More than an unyielding combatant, he also serves as an envoy for the Alarith, establishing contact with mountain spirits and mountain-dwelling mortals in realms beyond Hysh. The Glib Stretch’s Stonemage has recently tasked him with establishing connections in the Heaving Mountains of Ghyran.
Prior to arriving in The Lustrare River Valley, he was renowned in Chamon for establishing an unusual truce between Lumineth prospectors and the Bronzebite Mawtribe who dwell in the region. Shortly after their arrival, the Alarith Stoneguard and Mawtribe each developed a grudging respect (or the closest feeling to respect with which an aelf can regard an ogor) for the other’s monumental durability during their initial skirmishes.
After determining it would be impossible to rout the ogors from the area with their current numbers, Ortus approached their immense tyrant Garrul Bronzebitten to establish a mutually-beneficial trade deal. After all, what happens to the corpses and inferior equipment of the human, duardin, or beastman the Lumineth would slay in establishing their new territory would be of little concern to them.
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