👑 Current Leadership

The house is presently led by Julius von Hradiva Heliodoro, a stoic and commanding figure known for both his political insight and battlefield composure. A direct descendant of the founder, Julius upholds the house’s original vision while adapting to the evolving challenges of the modern empire. He is often seen wearing the gold-edged black-and-blue uniform of the house, marked with a black eagle sigil pierced by two swords, symbolising justice and martial discipline tempered by divine judgment.

In all, the House of Heliodoro stands as a pillar of imperial faith and Elavarin dignity, both feared and respected. In times of strife, when magic falters and civil order teeters, it is said that “a Heliodoro will stand where others flee, and speak where others are silenced.”

“Our Blades Sing, Our Blood Endures.”

The House of Sandaryan is a formidable Elavarin guardian martial house, rooted in the arid splendour of Soharan-Salta, capital of the Izemzirt Emirate, a proud desert province within the Enotemara Güdatanese. For 444 years, this house has served as both protectors and warriors, their duty focused on safeguarding the legacy and bloodlines of the Elavarin.

Founded by Abass F. Sandaryan, a warrior of mythic stature who once led nomadic tribes into empire-defining battles, the house rose from desert fury to noble distinction, blending their fierce heritage with imperial purpose.

⚔️ Role & Martial Legacy

At its core, the **House of Sandaryan** is a guardian caste, sworn to defend Elavarin kin with body and blade. Unlike their northern counterparts, who favor formality and ritualized combat, the Sandaryans draw their strength from raw instinct, spiritual resilience, and refined martial artistry.

They embody a trifold ideal:

• Feral ferocity: untamed, honest, and explosive in the heat of battle.

• Elegant lethality: swift, fluid, and precise, like wind-carved obsidian.

• Disciplined cohesion: rigorously trained, hierarchically ordered, and fiercely loyal to their house and empire.

This distinctive fusion forges warriors who are both guardians and predators, ever-vigilant, unflinchingly graceful, and utterly uncompromising.

🏜️ Culture and Standing

Though a noble house, the Sandaryans retain their tribal origins and desert warrior pride. Their rites involve ancestral duels, ritual dances, and silent watches beneath the stars. While some houses cloak their traditions in civility, Sandaryans embrace the brutal poetry of survival, in both battle and politics.

They are the Empire’s blade in the sands, often deployed in high-risk missions, internal rebellions, or to settle blood feuds between rival houses. Yet, their most sacred charge remains: to guard the Elavarin of Soharan, whether they be rulers, sages, or wandering mystics.

“We have no banner—only our vow.”

Shrouded in mystery and scattered across the lands, the Fallen are not a house in the traditional sense. They have no crest, no province, no lineage etched in empire records—yet their name echoes through whispers and half-remembered tales. To some, they are nothing more than an adventuring band. To others, they are disgraced guardians, broken oaths incarnate. And to a rare few, they are the last promise kept in a world that forgets.

🌑 Identity and Nature

The Fallen are Elavarin's guardians, or those once entrusted to defend them—soldiers, lovers, companions, retainers, friends. What binds them is not law or heritage, but a personal vow, often sworn in desperation or grief. Some failed to protect the ones they loved. Others still stand vigil long after their charges have vanished or perished.

Unlike noble houses with structured hierarchies and legacy-based titles, the Fallen move in small, unorganised circles, a travelling companion, a lone sword on the road, or a weary wanderer with nothing left but a name and a purpose. Some fight as adventurers. Others guard ruins, graves, or forgotten homesteads. A few even serve great causes from the shadows, refusing titles or recognition.

"In Shadow We Hunger, In Power We Endure" 

The Myrkriroth are not a house, nor a nation, nor even a unified order. They are a curse given form, a predatory cult of power-thieves who have haunted the Elvarin for centuries. Where the guardian houses protect, the Myrkriroth consume. They are the nightmare that justified the creation of the Heliodoros, the Sandaryans, and even the desperate oaths of the Fallen. They do not seek conquest. They seek ascension through the theft of Elvarin essence.

🌘 Origin and Nature

From the reports collected; The Myrkriroth began as something tragically mundane: spiritless mortals who craved what they could never possess. Scholars, soldiers, mages, and nobles; ordinary beings who looked upon the Elvarin's effortless magic and saw not beauty, but inequality. Over time, jealousy fermented into obsession, and obsession birthed a dark theology.

They discovered, through forbidden rituals and blood experimentation, that Elvarin are the source of magic power and it could be stolen, consumed, and absorbed. Not through study or discipline, but through a horrific process of extraction, draining the arcane lifeforce directly from living Elvarin victims. The method is agonizing, leaving behind husks: bodies emptied of light, their bioluminescent markings fading to ash, their souls shattered beyond recovery.

To the Myrkriroth, this is not murder. It is evolution. What began as isolated acts of arcane vampirism eventually coalesced into a shadowy network. The Myrkriroth operate in cells, covens, and lone hunters, united not by law or banner, but by a singular, ravenous purpose: to claim the power of the Elvarin and transcend their mortal limits.

⚫ Philosophy and Belief

The Myrkriroth justification is still unknown, but reports indicate that they want to give magic power to the spirit-less people. Their recruitment banners attracts the desperate, the power-hungry, and the ideologically broken. Many Myrkriroth were once scholars who failed to master magic, soldiers humiliated by mage warriors, or nobles jealous of the grace and immortality they could never possess.