Post by Artoirel de Fortemps on Mar 25, 2019 14:18:35 GMT -5
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Artoirel de Fortemps
Knight / Noble
Father: Edmont de Fortemps
Half-Brother: Haurchefant Greystone
Brother: Emmanellain de Fortemps
Lord Artoirel is a wary individual and one that wishes to excel in everything. Understanding his position as eldest child, he understood that many had high expectations from him, so he always worked to meet these as both a noble and a knight. At a fairly young age, he already acted as a commander and has shown to be very accomplished in both combat and tactics. Believing all to play a role to the future, he is very focused on the tasks he is given and strives to excel in all his work. Although, he does enjoy also simple pleasures as he searches for new orchestrion rolls, showing his interest in music.
His attitude tends to reflect to what his parents expect from him and Lord Artoirel shared some of his mother's feelings. Due to his mother's hatred towards Artoirel's half-brother, Haurchefant, he as well grew distanced from him and later viewed him as a rival. It was due to this refusal, that Artoirel also came to even wish to see his half-brother and those he believed in fail. However, when someone preceeds his expectations, he feels that it is his weakness that he doubted another and he should learn from this. As such, he understands when he has lost and reflects upon it. He learns from experiences and will fully accept his failings when he meets them.
As an Ishgardian, Lord Artoirel tends to be uptight and is quick to distrust others, especially outsiders that he believes has to place among the nobles. He is willing to accept changes easily, but does hold a dislike for when things do not meet his standards. Still, he understands when he needs to change his point of view and has little trouble averting or changing to the matter at hand. His quick-thinking allows him to form the course of action in his head and he tries to understand the capabilities of others when dealing with them. He, however, places his House first and will see to keep it in good standing.
Lord Artoirel was born as the first son of Count Edmont de Fortemps. As the first son of House Fortemps, his parents had high expectations and since he was a child, he wished to meet these. As he worked throughout his education, his accomplishments were many and he proved to be both an upstanding gentleman and an accomplished knight. Trying to keep his House in high standing within Ishgard, he never walked away from his tasks and he would not hesitate to take part in fighting for his land.
Two years after his birth, Count Edmont had an illegitimate son named Haurchfant. Another two years later, Emmannellain was born as the second son of House Fortemps. While Artoirel strove to excel in his education, he slowly came to share his mother's view on Haurchefant, who lived with them in the household. The countess banned Haurchefant from many parties and other events that Lords Artoirel and Emmennellain attended. At the age of nineteen, Lord Artoirel found his half-brother earning also his knighthood when he saved Lord Francel de Haillenarte from kidnappers. As Artoirel and Haurchefant came to work as knights, Artoirel always maintained his distance even as a commander.
When his mother died, Artoirel's attitude only worsened towards Haurchefant as he started to view him as a rival and only wished to see him fail. Meanwhile, his father, Count Edmont, used Haurchefant a lot as an example for the brothers Artoirel and Emmennellain to work towards. A thing that Lord Artoirel was not very fond of, but only wished to please his father in his work as a knight, understanding that House Fortemps had always been one in the way of knighthood.
At the age of twenty-five, he came to stand at the frontlines at Dzemael Darkhold. When the Garlean Empire attacked, he acted as the commander on the eve of the Seventh Umbral Era to beat back the imperial soldiers. At the end of the war, they managed to beat back the imperials and House Dzemael kept hold over the Darkhold, still unwilling to relinquish their claim to the caves.
Five years later as the war against the Dravanian Horde had been worsening over the years, House Fortemps welcomed outsiders as guests as the Alphinaud Leveilleur, Tataru Taru, and the Warrior of Light from the Scions of the Seventh Dawn came to Ishgard. During their stay, the Warrior of Light was asked to help Lord Artoirel in his tasks as Count Edmont hoped he would learn from the Warrior. And while he disliked the idea at first and even wished to see the Warrior of Light fail, he found the Warrior preceeding his expectations and give his word that he would not doubt the other's strength again.
With the Warrior of Light's actions in mind and a new lesson learned, Lord Artoirel continued his duties for House Fortemps and while disapproving of his younger brother's actions, he was glad to know whenever the Warrior of Light helped Lord Emmennellain out of difficult situations. The Dragonsong War continued as he continued to work with the knights of House Fortemps to deal with the Dravanians.
"I am Ser Artoirel de Fortemps, eldest son of Count Edmont de Fortemps. You will forgive me my outburst, I hope. I meant no disrespect. I merely consider myself equal to the duties entrusted to me...unlike some."
"To the matter at hand, then: we will be assisting my esteemed compatriots of houses Durendaire and Dzemael. You are aware of our friendly rivalry, I take it? Aye, well, suffice it to say, the prospect of assisting said houses does not fill me with joy. However, it is the will of the Holy See that we set aside our differences at this crucial juncture."
"Praise Halone, you are alive! We came as swiftly as we could, but I see we are too late..."
"I would speak plain. From the first, I questioned your motives and your competence—unjustly, I now realize. Rumors have a way of growing more fantastic as they spread, and quite frankly, those surrounding you beggar belief. But Haurchefant swore that all the stories were true. He championed your cause and begged Father to grant you patronage... And he duly listened, because for all his wisdom, he has never been able to say no to my dear half-brother—the legacy of my father's sole indiscretion. Mother hated him, of course. Even on her deathbed, she refused to acknowledge him. And...to be honest, she was not alone in her feelings. But that is not the worst of it."
"...At Camp Riversmeet, when we came upon the wounded knight, I knew immediately that one of us would have to pursue the heretics alone. An onerous task, fraught with danger... And there you were—the savior of Eorzea and honored guest of House Fortemps. My new comrade-in-arms. Haurchefant's dear friend. I told myself it was to be a test, but part of me...part of me hoped that you would fail. Yet you accepted the task without a word of protest, nor any sign of fear. And you duly tracked the enemy down, faced him alone, and lived to tell the tale. Plainly, Haurchefant had the right of it all along. That I doubted your strength bespeaks mine own weakness. But I will not doubt you again, on that you have my word. "
"As you can see, we have made every effort to strike while the iron is hot. We made our intentions known, and that all would be welcome to attend. And so they came. By the grace of the Fury, they came."
"I am no stranger to the battlefield, Ser Aymeric! My arm will not falter; my shield will not break! Halone as my witness, we will bring these fanatics to justice!"
Walking through the sand, Lord Artoirel felt this wasn't right at all. “Ser Redwald?” he called out while holding his sword ready. His shield was still upon his back, but he was rather uncertain whether that was a good idea. His mind felt rather foggy, as if he was missing bits and pieces of his memories. Perhaps something had hit him or something else had happened that caused his mind to be so jumbled as it is now. It was a bother, he felt like he was talking to Ser Redwald recently, but other memories indicated it was longer ago. There was the Warrior of Light, also his half-brother. However, both were from different moments. “Not good,” he said, but then took a deep breath as he straightened his body.
Looking forward, it was largely sand, some mountain in the distance. Turning to his left and right before looking over his shoulder to behind him, there didn't seem much special as he stood in what he could only assume to be a desert. As he searched his mind, he remembered Thanalan having deserts, so it was a possibility that he was now there. No matter how he searched his memories, he couldn't find why he would be in Thanalan, it wasn't like he ever had gone to Ul'dah as far as he could remember. Ishgard had kept its borders closed the last many years, so going in and out wasn't done all that much. Apart from that, he should be by his men dealing with the Dravanian Horde. Turning back to the front, he continued his stream of thoughts now he had the chance to perhaps figure out how he got there or why he was here.
Gritting his teeth, Lord Artoirel felt that none of this made sense. “At least this isn't hurting my head,” he considered that a small blessing as well as a curse, but also indicated that whatever was messing with his memories. It was likely not him just hitting his head, so it might be magical. Looking around again, he pondered on what possibilities there could be that he ended up in Thanalan of all places. There wasn't really anyone around to explain nor be the reason for this. Though, magic could also be a problem if his mind was in trouble. Maybe I merely got magicked away? considering there were those that could teleport and from his understanding of what the Scions had told, the Ascians had their portals.
His feet started to move as he continued through the desert forward, standing still wasn't going to do him any good. He needed to find someone that could tell him where he was and he would figure out whether it was some kind of Void trick that was causing his memories to fail. Best was to find a way to contact the Scions as he knew some still lived outside Ishgard and he heard they had a place in Thanalan. It seemed like the best course for now to find out what was going on.
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