Cezar Boguslaw Volkova

[Cezar Boguslaw Volkova]

Cezar Boguslaw Volkova
The Ajurah Duke

Age: 732

Religion and Language: Follows the Draken religion, worshipping the god of fire and he speaks fluent Dheynorian

Race: Rajegh

Magic: Sorcerer in fire magic

Alignment: Ajurah

Profession: Second in line to Ajurah clan

Appearance:
Human Appearance -
Standing at 7'1 Cezar is a very large and powerful man. Often with a shaved head, he keeps his appearance tribal and fearsome. Has upon occasion had a beard however he mainly keeps himself well groomed. Upon his arms and body there are Ajurahn tribal tattoos scattered about. Often if he is trying to get into outland fights he'll covered them in a white powder so they don't know who he is. It only works sometimes as his size is often a give away. Like his sister Kaja, he is able to use his own skin for clothes when he changes. This allows him to transform slightly quicker but more important not have to worry about finding clothes every time. However sometimes he does it amusing to run into battle completely stark nude. Something about it frightens the lesser beings.

His tactics in battle are different to his sister Kaja's. Whilst she is fast and brutal, he is fast, brutal AND extremely strong. Violence is often over quickly with him as he won't think twice about pulling a man's head from his body. Over many of the tattoos are scars from battles however he's got none that really scream from attention. To him they just come with the lifestyle he leads.

Dragon Form -



Unlike his human form when he is in his true form he is sleek and agile yet still an impressive size, matching that of his sister's. Faster of the two, he is often at the front of a sky battle having reached the enemy first. Hitting them hard and fast, a common tactic is to knock them down from the sky in a single blow, mixing the speed, force and blades that litter his body. Each blade is like a sword edge and attackers that have approached from behind will often find themselves on the receiving end of them.

Personality:
Cezar is smart, calculated and cunning. Despite his large size, he can come across as quite charming and friendly. To his allies he is one of them and a good laugh. To his enemies he is the face of death. He takes great pride in his strength and is not shy about showing it off. Sometimes he may come across as a little too proud of it yet he does his best not to make others feel too bad. Even with his large sense of humour, Cezar is a serious man and knows when to stop joking about. Loyalty is something he is strict about and it is well known that traitors are dealt with on the spot. Whenever he sentences them he will always carry out the punishment himself. Just like his physical strength, reputation and how he is seen is important too. Anyone that challenges his rules and motives will often be put down, though it is unusual for him to kill them the first time. If they repeat the same mistake, he must show others that he will not stand for it.

In battle he is right at the front, often with his sister and will often be carrying two separate two-handed weapons. In his right hand he wields a two-sided axe and in his left a claymore sword. Despite his love for these two weapons he will also be found fighting with his bare hands and has a habit of pulling people limb from limb. Many make the mistake of thinking him a slow creature and he will play to that assumption right up until they are close. Then he will grab them and end them. Nothing does more to enemy moral than watching a giant pulling apart their leaders and burning those who flee.

History:
(For his parents and sister's history, see this link)

Cezar was born in one of the stronger eras in the Ajurah clan's history and his arrival gave extra strength to the family leadership. The forth member of the family, his birth insured a better chance of a Volkova leading after his parents. His sister Kaja was six years older and already had a passion for violence. Whilst he was young, Kaja took it upon herself to raise and protect him, even though both her parents were keen to do this too. Unlike Kaja, Cezar grew to be a large man in human form and soon it was he who protected her, despite growing complaints from Kaja. A bond grew between the pair and to this day they have never fallen out completely. Raised and trained by the old Novosi members, both siblings were true fighters and Cezar was only a few years behind Kaja in training by the time she'd finished. His size made combat a lot easier and he spent much of his time teasing Kaja about her size. She regularly made him regret it with some form of punishment. In an upbringing of training for war, both were as bad as each other for dishing out pranks and punishments although they never really hurt one another.

As the clan reached similar numbers to that of the Novosi golden era, though richer in trade and power, the siblings were entrusted with their own castle to the north of the main castle. The area was a known Bervenhall recruitment zone and it felt right to take a castle from them. Reave castle was within a few miles of their nearest allied castle and it was a small force of them that flew in on it under the cover of darkness. With the intent of keeping the castle after, they had to change their tactics to the normal bomb with fire until most things were dead. Instead, they landed on the walls in pairs, killing any guards that were about. These days their tactics had to be varied as no battle was ever the same. Halina's time running the eastern army had come to serve her later on. Some changed to their human forms whilst those that remained in their true form landed after, positioning themselves by the doors to the main areas. Inside the cheers of laughter filled the great hall and Kaja moved to the door with Cezar at her side, both in their true form. When the doors were pulled open by their own men, they both exhaled large lungfuls of fire into the crowded hall.

With many dead in the initial attack, they were wrong to assume it had been won so easily. As they set about claiming the castle as theirs, Bervenhall troops turned up in a small force of a few hundred. In the skies were a few dragon riders who had refused to join Ajurah. The ground troops were easy enough to fight off. A few Ajurahn rajeghs took to the sky raining fire down upon them. As Kaja went off to fight a life changing battle, Cezar was moments behind and by then she'd taken to the skies leaving a dead dragon upon the ground. Grabbing a two-handed axe, he ran out swinging it and flung it into a passing dragon which promptly crashed into a crowd of charging Bervenhall troops. Tearing the rider from his seat, he ripped him in half and slid down the dragon's neck and twisted the head. Charging into the crowd, he began pulling limbs off and eventually pulled a sword from a man and began hacking the rest off. When the fight was over, he tended to Kaja's wounds and helped to heal wounded soldiers by burning their wounds to stop infection.

The two siblings had done their parents proud and Kaja kept the scars exposed in order to keep them as a mark of war. Cezar teased her about the scars but secretly he was rather jealous of them. They sent out the right image; do not mess with the Ajurahs! A few weeks passed and the castle had slowly begun to function as one of their own. To the surrounding towns and villages it was a change that would take some time to adjust to however they were so used to the land changing hands they got on with it. For Urjasz it was a chance to truly live his life long dream of a well established castle in the mountains were he could quietly live with his family yet live well due to income. The Bervenhall clan was intent on making this a dream and attacks on Ajurah owned towns became more frequent. Knowing it would not end soon, a show of force from the entire Ajurah took on the Bervenhall capital. This time the tactic was raining fire. Sweeping in one after the other in lines of dozens, fire poured down upon the large town, reducing the town to burning ashes within moments.

With their heads low and curses muttered under their breaths, the survivors agreed to a peace with the Ajurah. Both sides knew it wouldn't last but they knew the one who held it the longest would be better off for it. Years went by and their numbers rose slightly whilst they maintained the same land. By now they claimed the entire mountains and the castles scattered across them ruled their own small lands. The grasslands were considered western land, meaning the truce was held on them. The Bervenhall clan moved further north from the mountains allowing for distance between the two and they both soon took to running the grasslands. It was a peace that served them both well financially however honour would eventually see to it that they went to war once more.

It was a cold winter when the war was sparked once more. Urjasz had gone west to trade with the coastal towns so that they would have a comfortable winter and the rest of the family remained in the mountains. Kaja and Cezar had been playing some local dice games in the main hall when some of the men came running in to get them. Reports had come in of attacks on the trade group with some reports of death. Racing out to see who had returned, they were horrified to see their father laid out on a thrown together stretcher. Alive but only just. Bervenhall had made the first move just like they'd expected and they'd used tactics not seen before. It had caught them off guard and despite putting up a good fight, they'd suffered a loss. Over the next week he gained a fever and calling them to his bed, he ordered that they do not retaliate against the Bervenhall as it was a set up for a trap. It took several men to restrain Halina from going to kill them right then, tears streaming down her face. One by one, he asked for them all to come in alone and talk to him.

Going in after his mother, Urjasz had Cezar sit by his side and he spoke to him about going on a journey. Now the enemies of the clan would try to take it from them and allies were needed. A millennium of war had raged between the two clans and now it was time to wipe them from the face of the earth. Explaining how Kaja must keep things going, Cezar was to travel to the kingdoms of their former friends and even try Chreina. It was a long shot however they had fallen into chaos since the start of the clan and smaller kingdoms would be easier to convince. Told to wait until his mother passed, Urjasz told him to be ready for his travels soon. Not understanding, Urjasz explained that Halina wasn't the type to live and mourn. Understanding, Cezar rose to his feet and bid his farewells. Leaving to let Kaja come in, he a brief wait before Halina was called in.

Watching from the door, Cezar and Halina watched Halina help him climb to his feet and head for the balcony. Looking out to the dusk, he held onto the wall along the balcony and took a moment to take the sight in. Lowering his head, his breath stopped and his body turned to ashes, the fire inside him no more. A lone passing wind picked up the ashes and the family watched as his remains floated out into the darkening skies. The Ajurah held a service for him and created a grave for them to mourn at. Many from the old Novosi ranks struggled to move on as you really did know other rajeghs for a few centuries. Months passed and Halina was finding it harder to not attack the Bervenhall clan. In the dead of night, she made her way to Urjasz's tombstone and placed her hand upon it. With a kiss to her fingers, she placed her other hand on the tombstone and used the last of her energy to turn to stone. They found her the next morning holding onto the tombstone, a smile on her face. She had gone to find her husband in the afterlife.

During those long months Cezar secretly prepared to travel to the other kingdoms and like his father had predicted Halina followed him to the grave. With everything ready it was time to tell Kaja. As the leadership for the clan went for grabs, Kaja rightfully stepped into her inheritance and Cezar announced his plan to the clan. Many wanted to come with him but he told them all he had to do it himself. The Novosi took a bit more time to convince than the others and soon he was on his way from the castle with half of the twenty four left. Twelve were left with Kaja, her personal guard. Travelling through the Sioure kingdoms first, he stopped in each one to get an understanding of the Ajurah reputation there. Some places were fond of them and others not so much. Speaking to each king, or in some cases the person who spoke for them, he explained his mission and that he would return soon to see which kingdoms keep their words. As you always did in Sioure, he did not expect much from them. They were a nation of liars, traitors and back stabbers. So he expected at least some of them to like the idea of a Rajegh ally.

Reaching the edge of Chreina, Cezar had found the East to be a disappointment. Still “loyal” to the North, even in their own chaos they were not to be dragged into the politics of the west. However, it was a completely different feel in Chreina. No one was interested in greed, power or wealth in the west. They had their own wars going on and soon words of a Dheynorian trying to take men from Chreina reached the other kingdoms and clans in the chaotic land. Coming together for one moment, Cezar found himself and his men being told to leave the land or face their wrath. Not intending to create an enemy, Cezar reluctantly agreed. Despite his promise to leave, a few within the nation did want wealth for their own clans and letters began to reach the Eastern kingdom of Dheynor that he was about to pass across their land once more. After he'd left the east some politicians had looked into his history and found out he was the son of Halina, their once favoured general who betrayed them to take a kingdom in Sioure.

Meeting Cezar at the borders, a small force arrested him and his men and took him to Ammi. They'd expected more of a fight from him but Cezar had his reasons. Firstly he'd been travelling for some time so a journey across most of the eastern land in a carriage, even a prison one, was more comfortable than the walk he'd had ahead (had he flown he'd have missed potentially vital encounters with the locals). And secondly, and more importantly, he wanted to know who wanted his blood. His men understood and all behaved right up until they were put in the royal cells in the east. Confined to the same cell, they were made to wait a night until the worms themselves presented their smug faces to him. They foolishly fought him to be weak and trapped. As they gloated through the cell bars, Cezar decided it was time to go home. Wrapping his hands around the bars on the door, he pulled it off its hinges in one swift moment and set about pummelling the slimy politicians. Any that tried to escape were grabbed by the Novosi men and slaughtered too. Killing the guards, they took back their items and walked out the prison, killing any that stood in their way. Taking to the sky, they left the city limits and landed. Now they'd returned to the land they would set about recruiting more men for their clan. With most of the Rajeghs in the nation already with them, he wanted to find the others and their allies. Now he seeks those men and looks for any lesser beings who want to be friends with a mighty big Rajegh.

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[The Storyteller]

"And she has raised a mighty army, one that shakes the land with each battle formation!"

People were screaming, others were crying... In a state of panic and chaos, the storyteller laughed.

"Why are you laughing, old fool? We should just kill the bitch and get done with it!!"

"I think you must be forgetting someone. Her brother."